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Craving

I sigh. “I don’t really-“ I start to say, but the way she’s looking at me gets to me. So I step in and close the door behind me.I help her stand up, put down the toilet seat, and sit her on it. “Why are you crying?”“I don’t want to do this.” She sniffles.“Is this your first night?”She wipes her tears away with her sleeve and nods. “Yes.”“I cried on my first night, too.” I confess, then shrug. “You don’t seem to me the type to dance. Maybe you should go home and try to find some other way to earn money.”“I can’t. It’s- My boyfriend asked me to dance. Money has been tight, and this is our only way out.”I purse my lips, my hatred for men growing a little inside my chest.“Why are you with him?” I ask her and she looks at me like I’m stupid.“Because I love him.”“I don’t think he loves you.” I say and she huffs.“You don’t know anything about my relationship.”I try to stop myself from laughing at this naïve girl. “Well, I’m not the one crying here, am I?” I shake my head, knowing

Pride

“Lavender.” I hear Jim’s voice call after me and I briefly close my eyes. Oh, no. The halls of his mansion are wide and tall, and no amount of interior design could make them feel like home. I consider hiding for a second, but then realize how ridiculous that would be, so I turn around. He appears in my view a few seconds later, wearing a designer suit. If I didn’t know him better, I would say my husband is handsome, but even so, his frown made him look less attractive. He looks so angry as he takes long, fast steps towards me. In a second, his grip is around my throat and pushing me into the wall. “What the fuck was that!?” My stomach does a somersault and I weakly try to push him away, but the material of my gown gets stuck. “What?” I try to gasp for air.“You just flirted with half of my fucking colleagues in front of me!”“I- I didn’t!”“You’re a fucking whore, you piece of shit!” His hand comes swinging from the left and my body is pushed to the floor. I wrap my arms around my

Vain

After the session, I stomp off to the locker room. I don’t know if I’ve ever before been ignored by a guy, much less one who seemed so persistent in asking me out. My bad mood is leaving my body in waves and I actually huff when Atlas is waiting for me by my car.“You didn’t wait for me after the session.” He accuses me and I lift my eyebrows. The audacity of this –“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you wanted me to wait for you.” I say with a fake smile.“I told you to wait for me. How is that not clear?”“You kicked me out of the team. I assumed there was nothing we could possibly talk about.”He purses his lips and tilts his head, looking irritated. “I did kick you out. That’s why we need to talk.” He takes a deep breath. “I want to have private sessions with you.”Oh. Well, this was unexpected.“Really?”“Yes, because this is obviously not working. I pride myself on my ability to coach and both times you were present I sucked. I also remember you asking about self-defence lessons, and th

Friends

I lay on the ground, stunned, for a few more moments, then look at him. He shrugs. “I needed to do something to surprise you.” He pauses. “Also, I wanted to do it.”I have no idea what to say or do, so I just blink. Nobody’s kissed me since Jim.“Please don’t freak out.” He adds, but I shake my head. “Do you think you had the right to do that?”“No, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”I blink a couple of times. “You’re crazy.”“Oh, really? What are you going to do? Beat up my car?”I laugh darkly. “Oh, you’re fucked.” I stand up, stalk my way towards him and he lifts his arms up. “You should know that most things can be solved with love. Violence usually isn’t necessary.”I stop in my step for a second, observing him. Where did he get that from? “That’s a stupid thing to believe.”“Is it?” he asks, wiggling his brows.I don’t bother with a reply. I have another way of expressing myself. Ducking lower, I attempt to hit him with the same hook that I failed with before. He moves out of

Enemies

It took a few days for the kitten to realize what was happening. As soon as she entered the big house, she took off and found a hiding place under a couch, where she hid for the next two days, terrified.The dog seemed to understand her fear and decided not to invade her personal space. Still, he was intrigued by the small kitten and laid down in front of the couch in a protective manner. He spend almost the entire two days sitting there, waiting for the kitten to come to him.Finally, the kitten made a small step towards him. It might not seem much, but that was the bravest thing she'd ever done. After that, each step seemed a little easier. Shortly, she was next to the dog, who had his eyes on her, and she sniffed his fur. In return, the dog licked her across the face.The two became best friends in a matter of minutes, and soon became inseparable. At first, the kitten spent all her time next to the big dog, needing to feel safe, but when nothing happened to her, she grew braver and

Marshmallow

I breathe harshly when I see her sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. There’s only two other girls in. Not many are here at this time because the money is low. She locks her eyes with mine in the mirror and smirks. “Something wrong?”I stride towards her as she stands up and grip her shoulder, twisting her towards me, then grip her neck and hold her against the wall, restraining myself not to punch her nose into her brain.“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” she hisses.“You are such a pathetic little slut. You want to make my life miserable? Then grow some fucking balls and come at me with your whiny little issues, insecurities and jealousness, don’t come at someone who didn’t even want to touch you because, if you didn’t notice, people are disgusted by you. Self-hatred has moved on from your mind to your face. It’s made you ugly.”She makes the exact expression I’m telling her about, screwing up her face, as she tries to push me off her. I smirk. “Not so fucking

Secrets

As we approach his house, a gulp forms in the back of my throat at the sight of the houses we’re passing. This is the high-end neighbourhood. A place in which I definitely don’t belong. He finally pulls into the large driveway in front of a big house, enough for about at least five of my apartments, and I feel stuck to my seat as I look out towards it.I may love money, but I was definitely not born to be a gold digger.Now I will never be able to bring him to my house. I wouldn’t be able to survive the humiliation. “What even am I doing here?”Atlas emerges from his car and walks towards my window, knocking on it. “You forgot how to exit a vehicle? Do you need me to remind you?”“No, thank you.” I clear my throat. “I have legs.”“Well, then use them and come out. I’m freezing out here.” His voice is a bit too sassy for my liking. I purse my lips and leave the car, then follow him inside.A wide open space greets us when we enter the house. The walls are all white, with the modern int

Truths

“What?” he sits up, alert, and his calloused hand goes to grab mine. I swallow, looking at our hands, and stiffen up.“Yeah, but it’s fine now, don’t worry.” I say, slowly dragging my hand out of his grip.“I’m sure it is, it’s clearly left in you no consequences, like the need to know how to protect yourself.” He rolls his eyes and I decide he’s gotten a bit too sassy lately for my liking. I’m usually the sarcastic one. I don’t know how to feel in a situation where I’m not. Still, his comment brings a smile to my face.“Look, don’t worry about it, okay? You saw that clearly I can protect myself.”“Yeah, that’s exactly what bothers me. Obviously it wasn’t a whiny little girl if you felt unprepared.”I purse my lips, but don’t say anything, so I lean back into the couch and focus my eyes on the screen.“Marissa, can you focus on the conversation?”“Don’t use my name like that.” I groan.“Like what?”“Like you’re my parent or something.”He leans on the couch slowly and takes my hands i

Changes

After that, things aren't the same and a few weeks pass by very quickly. September turned to late October and snow is starting to fall every now and then, lifting my spirits. The cops still haven’t turned up – however, there has been a missing person ad circling around on the news and the media about Jim. I’m afraid to assume that means they haven’t found his body, but it’s the only logical explanation. It brings up more questions about what happened to his body, though, and I’m trying not to think about it too much.The nightmares about the mismatched killer still persist, but they happen less often. I assume it’s because I’ve gotten better at training self-defence with Atlas, who’s kind of become my best friend.“Damn, you trying to actually hurt me today, or what?” he mumbles, clutching his stomach and I giggle, moving my shoulders in a little dance. “It’s starting to worry me how happy you get when you land a punch on me. It’s like you enjoy seeing me suffer.” I glance at his face

Shivers

He insists on driving me home and says that my car will be at my place the next morning, but that I shouldn’t drive anywhere.“I’m sorry.” I say when we’re in the car. “Don’t feel bad, my hand doesn’t hurt that bad.”“Don’t, Marissa.” He says, and I clench my jaw.“You can’t be mad, injuries are always a part of training self-defence, I knew that when I asked you to train me. It’s inevitable.”“It’s not inevitable if you’re not stubborn like a child.”I scowl at that and turn away from him, looking out the passenger window.“Look, I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”I stay silent as we approach my street. “I really do need to leave you at your house today because I have to know where to park your car tomorrow.”My sour mood sours even more. “You can just leave it at the gym, I’ll call a cab or something.”“Just tell me, Marissa.” He insists and I mutter the directions to my apartment complex. I’ve almost stopped breathing by the time he turns off the engine. It’s e

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