Tattoo

Maggie:

-" Yes, I remember that you looked into it for a long time" He scanned my face if he would looking for something in my soul, his warm eyes began to be more serious, more suspicious. I wanted a tattoo so damn but I was embarrassed to say that my father would die in shock if he would be mortal. He likes to call me a lady. I don't even know what this word exactly means. But I think Jack's ladies don't have a tattoo or other shit I want.

"When you were there with your friends." He continued. Manny stood up from his chair with his cup and went by the table where his papers with pictures of a tattoo were laying. Those I had been thrown up everywhere on the floor, but now they are all collected. He gave one to me. I took it looking into his eyes. I don't know why but his gaze began to make me feel nervous. "Then you said that tattoos aren't your thing" He paused for a moment, when he realized that he was rudely staring at me he took his latte into his hands and he sipped a liquid slowly, his gaze left me. Of course, I said it is not my thing and more, not my father's who is super controlling. I felt as some tension become lower a little bit after his drinking; it is true that when you feel uncomfortable with a person, drinking something helps to feel busier and it makes you relax. I took my black coffee without sugar too. I wanted that my hand would be busy.  And I was happy that I had a paper and a cup. It is so strange how in one moment I was so confident when I was there last time and suddenly the atmosphere changed me into a mouse. It is the result of his strange talking with his friend. And I began to think maybe I shouldn't give myself this present, maybe it is a bad idea. I don't think that Jack would be happy with my surprise too. But he barely sees me so what the difference.

-"They aren't, but this...I like it." I said with my eyes directed into the picture.

-"So there's a meaning of it. By the way happy birthday Mrs..." He said with his warm eyes and one raised eyebrow in waiting until I will say my name. A little smile showed on his face, he looked like a child who was given candy and forgot that he cried five minutes ago.  He was inspired by the curiosity about my chosen tattoo. I like people who feel a passion for their job, I know this feeling when I hear a good song, a really good, I want to dance to it. Music is my inspiration. But it's sad that I don't feel my Muza visiting me anymore. And I feel happy when I see other people still with their Muza in their life.

-" Maggie..Maggie, Storm." I introduced myself with a smile on my face. And Yes it is a reason why I wanted it...."I was not sure If I can say this, but I still said, with him, I felt easily free. At least when he wasn't scanning me every second I said a word. "I have some nightmares and I thought...you know..... that...that it will stop them to ...." I felt a little bit funny. In my thoughts, it made more sense but when I am talking with Manny about it, sounds as if I would be crazy. But he didn't let me finish the words as he saw how hard I try to explain to him...he finished my thought for me.

-"You think it will catch your nightmares."  He said seriously. I nodded with my head to him in afraid to say something more foolish. I felt like an idiot.

-" I know you think I am so strange, I should buy one and put it up to my bead instead of making it on my back. If that stuff works firstly, or whatever.." He chuckled a little bit, took his equipment, and brushed his fingers through his hair in relaxing his scalp. He looked sexy. Then he smiled looking down and playing with his cup, his gaze soon came back to me and again lowered to his equipment on the desk. His cheeks were a little bit red.

-"You don't even imagine what this word means  He said sheepishly with a little smile on his lips. His smile made me feel a little bit better I liked that warm gaze of his eyes, I wished Jack would look at me like he does, wait, what?

"It is just I know that look in people eyes when they are not sure about a tattoo on their skin..you can't wash it Maggie and your eyes telling me that you still doubt about that" He stated in a serious voice. His gaze never left mine.

-"I don't think that my father would be happy about that, he is very old-fashioned.." fine I said it. Manny raised his one eyebrow with a surprise, he froze and his voice became loud and almost he screamed to me.

"-Maggie are you a minor?! " this is a reason why I didn't tell anybody how Jack is treating me. And know from Manny's huge eyes I understood that for Jack I still was a child he will never see me as the young woman I am now. Manny's voice was like a mouse and his body suddenly tensed, angrily he puts his stuff on the desk.

"-No, I am 19" I tried to calm him down. But  he still didn't trust in my words...."I  can show you my ID if you need it. I looked deep into his eyes and it looks that my gaze calmed him down for a little bit.

" -I TRUST YOU," He said in a husky voice his face so close to me that I could feel his hot breathing to my nose and lips. " I mean I believe you just forgot to ask for your ID  when you came in the first place" He suddenly understood that somehow in the air came a sexy mood and just quickly shake his head in controlling himself from his thoughts. Whatever they were. But it also confused me too a little bit. It is hard to look at this man without lust especially when you never had a boyfriend. So my hormones are crazier than ever.

"Aghmm.." he caught in  trying to look professional and not  flirt  with his customer but  I saw  that  he was embarrassed because we both knew  that  he  was lust  for  me." You will need to take off your clothes," He said in making me back from my thoughts I looked at him but he was not looking at me and his cheeks reddened more.  Why suddenly he looked shy, he should suppose to look at bodies every day, I should be shy not him. Especially a well-built, strong, and blond guy who looks like a bad boy from a crazy action movie with his all tattoos on his skin. He looks as he would be 26 or 27. I stood up and took off my sweater easily. 

-"Are you sure about this?"  He asked the last time, before beginning his work on me. and putting a needle in my skin.

-"Absolutely not I said," I gave him a warm playful smile, he tensed for a moment then looked at my calm face which relaxed his shoulders again " but we will do it anyway" I stated a normal fact. He chuckled again and shook his head from one side to another with his huge smile on his lips. He began to draw and I thought that it will be hurtful but I felt almost nothing. It was like a feather on my skin.

"There weren't feathers on my drawings you added this by yourself....and" Now I didn't let him finish his sentence eat your own medicine nice, cute, boy.

"-And you wanna know what it means to me," I said with confidence and rolled my eyes in pretending that his questions annoy me. But my playful voice showed that I was happy with chatting. Finally, I felt good. Like a normal. Like there weren't any rules just me and a fate of not knowing what I will do say or what will happen to me. Jack planed all my life and I felt like I am living with no purpose or passion anymore.

-"I knew you will say it is not only for beauty because it looks cute." He looked happy to talk with me too. He was driving but a smile never had left his lips.

-"Well, it looks cute." I teased him and chuckled a little bit. My coffee was cold as his latte too, we weren't drinking it now at all. And I forgot that we should finish it. It looked that there wasn't left time for it. It was fun to talk with Manny.

"But yes I have a meaning for them too," I said. It is the feathers from my angels, for luck and for protection in the daytime, "I tried to explain as good as I could but wasn't sure if he understood. "Well, there must be also something and in the daytime, when monsters are chasing and changing me. I want to be fully prepared. I joked but Manny turned pale as a paper. And he stopped for a moment of doing his job with wide eyes.

-"Are you a witch?" He asked carefully if he was afraid to scare me but I with a confident laughed in loud voice.

"-Of course I am... We all women are witches" I couldn't help and joke but he didn't laugh and somehow I felt stupid and embarrassed that my jokes were bad. 

"-I don't know if you are or not but you definitely talk like one." I thought he was teasing me, but his face became serious again. And I remembered my cold coffee but didn't want to move and drink it in not wanting to enjoy the liquid but just needing to do something with my hands. We didn't speak after that he was working on his art and I was looking through the window. It was dark and late what time is it? 11:24 pm, Oh shit I broke Jack's rule.

-"Do you want some colours on your feather?" Manny asked me in a little bit cold and angry voice. What have I said that suddenly he was all cold and angry. I shook my head and just said that I want one black and another white. I told him that my mother is one of my angels and she is dead, and the next feather is my father.

-" I am so sorry, shit I didn't know. Shit...Maggie, I am.." 

-"It is ok I was little then. Can't remember her for most, just some words and fragments." I couldn't believe how easily I told everything to a person who I saw for the second time in my life. Even with my friends, I am not talking about my family.

-" Your father's feather is black is he also dead?" I didn't know what to say to him, yes and no? My true father: I don't know who he is. I think Jack doesn't know anything about it too. My real father can be dead, but my black father is not him, it is Jack. I knew that I can't tell anybody about his secret, that he is a walking dead. A dead one, how he likes to call himself, but for me, he is just a vampire. He a sexy, dangerous, cold, and hot at in same time, well mostly cold with his attitude. He doesn't let to touch even his skin after my sixteen birthday. The more time passes the less I see him. And it is hurting me so much, sometimes I feel like he is really dead like my mother. All the time I can't reach my loved ones. And I so much want their love, their protection, their needing of me.

-"I am sorry I shouldn't ask." Manny's voice was sad and uncertain, I look at the clock on the wall it is 23:53. The sweat began to drip from my forehead my body was tensed like a rock.

"Do you want to have a rest? I know it can be painful especially for the first time" He reddened like a tomato. Wait what was in his head about firsts times? Manny asked supposed of thinking that I'm tensed because of needles. But I'm not hurting because of that I am afraid even if Jack isn't in the city and still it's the first time I broke his rules and afraid about it so much. But who cares he isn't there. He doesn't care about me anymore, he even doesn't call to me, so what the rush to make him happy when instead he is hurting me. Maybe it is good that I am no problem to him, he doesn't need to have business with me. And I can call Uber or a taxi for my safe journey.

-" I mean not your first time but...." It became awkward, a big man with tattoos on his skin who looked like a killer was struggling in talking with me, a young girl. It was a little bit funny.

-"Manny it is ok just finish it," I said to him and looked through the window into the dark night. I stopped to breathe when a car went by a street and lighten a person standing near the door of a tattoo shop.  Jack, he is here. He was dressed all in black. His long hair was a mess, which was laying on his shoulders and his eyes black as tar. His face is cold as ice. and his gaze burning with fury into me and Manny. I was half-naked with a man doing me a tattoo I am dead or soon will be. The shop had windows where from one side you can't see anything but from inside you can see everything. And jack, he saw me he could manage to look at me with his killing gaze through that window.