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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Choking On Sapphires 52

Title & Song: Pale Blue Eyes

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 6300+

Summary: Genevieve makes moves to better her image. She and Alfie see each other for the first time since he left. She finds herself alone in the cross hairs of a dangerous man.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Angst. Some fluff.

**Chapter song is Pale Blue Eyes by The Kills. (The original song by Velvet Underground is one of my all time favs.)*

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-51)

You're in your office, sitting cross-legged in your big leather chair, the flowers of suitors covering every previously empty surface of the room, all their letters piled into a box on the coffee table, all except for Alfie's. "More letters and messages," Claire says, throwing all but one envelope into the box, putting a stack of messages in her handwriting on the end of your desk, and tapping the last envelope in her hand. "One more from your father." she raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Let's see what the stupid bastard wants to try to do now. Perhaps chuck me out of my own house this time?" you scoff and rolls your eyes, the letter opener ripping the paper and thumping as you toss it back on the desk. You clear your throat as you unfold the parchment. "Genevieve, I have seen your work in the Jewish community of London and calling yourself as such. I am gravely disappointed in your decision of that area of study." you let out an awkward laugh "He's upset I'm doing charity work. How rich." you smirk, "Unlike him." you snark. "It has been your mothers wish to see you in heaven after she dies and knowing now that she will not has brought her great distress." you move your eyes to Claire. "Oh fucking please." you groan. "I only ever wanted the best for you, a husband and children to make you a proper lady and wife and mother. I see now you have become the opposite and are happy to destroy yourself and us in the process. No daughter of mine would be childless and unmarried by your age." you look back up at Claire as you rub your temple. "I see mother has gotten him to soften but he's decided to attack something else now. Because all I am is a baby maker. Clearly." your eyes widen before you sigh and return them to the paper. "If you decide to see sense and choose this path for yourself, we may discuss you being associated with us again, as it is what a woman should want for herself and her family. It is a shame to know I have raised such a selfish daughter who would deprive her mother and father of the grandchildren and son in law they deserve after working so hard to raise her well." you set the paper down on the desk. "Is he too daft to realize the children would be Jewish as well if I had them? Daft prick." you huff out a laugh.

"What a crock of shite." Claire says, taking the letter into her hands. "No threats though, which is a nice for a change." she shrugs.

"Let's write one back this time shall we?" you say cheerfully, a pen already in your hand and raised in preparation.

"Oh yes, most certainly." Claire says, sitting down in the chair in front of your desk.

"George. You cut me off from my family. I wish that would include you as well. You can't try to control me and banish me, it doesn't work that way. I also find your aversion to my charity work highly curious as you say you follow Jesus Christ's teachings, but I do not find it surprising as the only thing you've ever given anyone is hell. You will leave my mother out of this as you have never and will never speak for her. I loathe the fact that you try to use her against me and lie about her wants, but this as well, does not surprise me in the least as all you are is a self-serving, manipulative snake who isn't worthy of anyone's time. You are the selfish one who did absolutely no raising of me. All you were was a sperm donor and your involvement in my life began and ended with that. You have plenty of other grandchildren and in-laws to try to force your evil opinions onto. I will identify as and do as I please now. My decisions have nothing to do with you any longer, as I don't find you a subject valuable enough to waste my time on to think about. I have better things to do, as you've seen I'm a very busy woman. What I choose to do with my time and body are absolutely no concern to you. I'm living my life for myself, by myself and I urge you to do the same. You will not contact me or anyone I associate with further as my decisions are final. And I ask you to keep my name out of your mouth as I keep yours out of my existence entirely. Your daughter, Genevieve Channah Lafitte." you smile smugly at the paper, setting the pen down dramatically.

"You do speak well in anger." Claire nods. "The name is a beautiful touch."

"Altar would be proud, yeah?" you smile and blow on the paper to dry the ink.

"Using the Lafitte family name and your middle name as a stab at him yes. Only second to an actual blade." she nods.

"Perhaps one day I can make that happen. Not today but," you let out a happy sigh, "One day he'll get what's coming to him. Revenge is a game of patience." you fold the paper, place it in an envelope and hand it back to Claire. "Send this out with the next post, please." you smile at her sweetly.

"Yes ma'am." she says with a chuckle. ----- He's in his town car, being driven to an afternoon board meeting for a Jewish charity he was apart of. Ollie is shuffling through papers, giving him the right ones for what he needed to know for the meeting, he has on his little gold glasses, as always sliding down his wrinkled nose while it twitched as he read.

"There's the general agenda, a vote on allocation of assets and the voting on a new board member."

"Mmmph." he says with a grunt, looking over the bulleted list for last meetings minutes. "Feels like the vote came early this year." he says with a furrowed brow.

"It's a bit early yes, but... someone actually applied instead of having a private vote to bring someone in like it's been done before."

"Someone actually applied?" he looks to Ollie whose eyes are a bit larger than usual. "Odd, that." he says, sorting through papers to find the application. "Usually just an associate is brought on without all this fuss." he grunts as he gets out the car, papers under his arm, large coat, shawl, and hat all large and menacing when accompanied by the unapproachable expression his face sat in for weeks now.

"Yes, I suppose since it's a woman they wanted to go through the proper channels instead of trying to grease palms for it." he makes an excuse, chewing the inside of his cheek as he walks with Alfie to the long table in the large echoing conference room.

"A woman eh?" he says with an amused huff. "Another would be a good addition. Hopefully, a younger one as Mrs. Cohen is getting terribly old." he says under his breath.

"Well she is." his voice cracks but Alfie doesn't notice as he takes his seat, nodding and giving a brief greeting to the other board members that were still filing in. "Applications here, sir." he says cautiously, handing Alfie the copy.

He clears his throat, removing his coat, just a pressed white button-up, and his vest over it now, his Kippot worn under his hat still on as he takes off the wide-brimmed, intimidating accessory. Once his eyes fall across the lovely signed named, he closes his eyes. "You can't be serious." he whispers so only Ollie can hear him.

"I'm...afraid so sir." he says quietly.

Alfie groans, his hand going to his forehead. "And you didn't think this was important to tell me about earlier than right fucking now?" he hisses, eyes harsh and glaring at the younger man.

"I didn't look at the papers until last night and you've been in meetings all day." he says as an excuse. Alfie lets out a small growl, lips moving to under his mustache in annoyance, eyes still narrowed as they return to the paper in front of him.

"Alright. Go on. Sit in the back, now." he says dismissively, a hand motioning him away. He was not prepared for this. --- "I'm so fucking nervous Claire. I'm never nervous." you whine as you sit in the car, pulled up to the old, remodeled building.

"It's fine. You're fine. You'll be wonderful. They'll love you." she says patting your knee.

"It's not getting on the board I'm worried about." you turn to face her. "You know that." your face serious.

She sighs heavily. "I know." she nods. "Come on, you don't want to be late."

You both get out of the car, you straighten your dress and have Claire look you over before you go in.

"Okay?" you ask with an uncomfortable smile.

"You look gorgeous, of course. You'll knock them and him dead."

You give her an amused expression that borderlined on a frown. "I haven't seen him in so long." you whisper as you walk into the building, your heels clacking on the floor, your dress swishing about your ankles. "I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest." you groan.

"He won't make a scene and neither will you. It's fine." she squeezes your hand supportively before you open the door to the large room.

You walk in before Claire, your chin high, face as lovely and pleasant as it ever has been. You move like you own the space, taking a seat in the front line of the rows of chairs in front of the long wooden table the board sat at, facing the group of people gathering.

You don't look at him, you can't just yet. You look at the papers in your hands, putting the glasses you'd bought that so closely resembled his on as you look over the application you'd sent in again.

"He's not taken his eyes off you since you walked in." Clair whispers, a hand over her mouth to cover the words, he could probably read lips the clever bastard.

"Good." you say with the first genuine smile she's seen in weeks from you.

"What's the expression?" you inquire.

"Trying to not look obvious but I see his Adam's apple bobbing. He might have even know you were coming from the amount of white in his eyes I can see." she almost giggles you give her a little smirk back. You see Claire give him a nod of acknowledgment as you look over the papers.

He tries to look away. He tries and fails many times over. He puts the papers that were in his hands down on the table so his nerves wouldn't show. You looked even more beautiful than he remembered somehow. You take off your long black coat first, your form as perfect as he recalled. You tug the gloves off your hands, he sees your pearl-like teeth pull them off, set in the middle of soft pink lips. Your makeup wasn't heavy, your hair was curled and down, you looked an absolute vision to him. Your dress was long and navy, fit snugly at your waist, with beaded embellishments across the bust, sheer panels made up the upper chest that went to your collar bones and long sleeves the flounced about your wrists. It was modest but stunning on you, but you could've worn flour sacks in and he would've thought you were pristine.

The head of the board Mr. Klein addresses you after the meeting comes to order. You rise and walk stoically to the podium that sat in the middle of the rows of chairs, Alfie sat to your left at the far end of the line of men and one very old woman.

"Miss Genevieve Durand." he lilts, already showing favor with you as you turn your charm up and give him a very polite and sweet smile.

"Yes, sir Mr. Klein." you give him a nod that's close to a bow with the greeting.

He knew even without the impressive list of accomplishments you'd added since he left that you could get on the board with charm alone. But had almost forgotten the hypnotizing endearing nature of you that you could make ooze out of every pore when you wanted it to. He tries to focus on the words you say and the ones asked of you but his ears seem to be ringing. His stomach aches, his palms sweat like a schoolboy over you as he watches you laugh and raise your hand to your chest as you do so, that slight crinkle of your perfectly sloped nose let him know you were being purposeful in your charm this evening.

"We have your rather impressive application here," he says before he clears his throat. "But I would love to hear from the woman herself about why you think you would be good for the board as I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before." his eyes are kind, you don't get a bad vibe from this guy and you feel more at ease as he and the rest of the board look at you. "Since you went through the proper channels of applying, might I assume you aren't familiar with anyone on the board personally?" he asks innocently.

You bury the lump in your throat at the question. "I have seen Mrs. Cohen and Mr. Abrahams at Temple... and I know Mr. Solomons." with his name falling from your lips, for the first time since you'd called him in your home before he left, you move your eyes to meet his. You give him a close-lipped smile that you hope makes him swell with regret. You hold the eye contact but for a few seconds, but those few seconds spent staring into those blue eyes of his, merely a meter away sends something deep in your chest ablaze.

"Oh, wonderful! You aren't a stranger to us then. How do you know Miss Durand, Mr. Sololmons?" he turns his head to Alfie and you look down at the podium and hold back a smirk, awaiting the sound of his voice.

"We've been in business together for quite some time now. Although we're old friends at this point, I dare say." You're pleased with the answer, and how good it sounds coming out of his plush lipped mouth. Still as low and gritty as it ever was, it rubs up against your skin and gives you goosebumps.

"So tell us about this business then. I'd love to hear all about you, Miss Durand."

"I'd love to tell you," you say with a wide smile. "I own the Abeille Company of London. I'm currently the number one producer and seller of honey in the city. I also grow and sell berries from my country estate just outside of London."

"Very successful indeed," he says, his tone impressed. "And what work have you been doing in the community, Miss Durand? What makes you a good fit for us?" he asks politely, it felt like a formality but you were here to sell.

"The first thing I suppose would be that I'm Jewish." you joke with a charming smile and chuckle that the board members all follow. Alfie doesn't laugh but you can feel his smile beaming at you. You hoped he was proud. And he was so proud. You standing and declaring it, wearing the amulet he'd given you, the picture of success and beauty. Seeing you again was breaking down his want to hate himself, that principle he'd set for himself starting to seem less important now in your presence. "I've been very active in the community of London as a late. I've always supported local business, and oversee a few Family ran businesses myself. In my own home and business, almost the entirety of my staff is Jewish. The maids in my home are all young Jewish girls, all of which I've come across while down on their luck, bless them. I take them in and give them a place to live, a job and guidance as they need."

"That's very kind work you're doing." Mrs. Cohen interjects.

"Thank you, ma'am. I was once a young girl out on her own and through the help of others, I helped make a name for myself. I find it fitting to return the favor." you say with a smile and a nod. "With my charity work, for this particular foundation, I've given a donation of four hundred pounds to support your cause."

Alfie can't help but have a slightly dopey smirk on his face as he loved seeing you throw your money around as a woman. It backed up the power your strong posture and educated words brought.

"And what lead you to donate such a generous amount to us?" Mr. Abrahams asks.

"I love animals and I find it important to help those less fortunate. With your association doing both and helping those with a physical disability at that, I was drawn to it and felt compelled to support its endeavors," you answer concisely. "Although it was Mr. Klein who said it, Mr. Solomons was the first to bring it to my attention of going without sight for a set aside period of time a day, and having done that I would like to say that it is certainly a most effective means of communicating the importance of helping those without sight that exist in world made for those with sight." a few hums of appreciate and thoughtfulness from the group. You see Alfie's fingers messing about in his beard at the mentioned of him, helping hide the impressed look on his face. "Outside of my work with this organization, I also donate money and time to other Jewish causes in the city. My support has helped form a scholarship for Jewish children wishing to seek an education in the arts. I myself teach courses at that institution to bring my own love of art to them as I find it has helped my life tremendously."

"And you recently were awarded an honor for you work weren't you?" one of the men you don't know asks.

"Yes sir I was." you nod. "Although the award had no relation to the Jewish community, it was an honor to be nominated and to win such a thing for something that I hold so dear to my heart."

So dear to her heart, he thinks, a picture of him being what won, he can't help but be hopeful you were trying to send him subconscious messages. You never toyed with your words, after all.

"I also sponsor one day of meals per month to the Jewish children's home, where I help prepare and serve the meals as well."

Alfie tried not to fully swoon. You had been a busy little bee without him. Making even more of a name for yourself in different ways. Making a facade of purity and piousness to mask the dirty work you did. It was brilliant and not far from what he himself did.

"You have been studying with Rabbi Gold to have your bat mitzvah, is this correct?"

"Correct, sir." you say proudly.

"Is there a reason you didn't go through with the ritual when you came of age?"

"The opportunity was not allowed to me at the time and I am making amends to the neglect of my faith and heritage that has been outside of my control by educating myself fully before going through with it now."

"And what have you been learning?" he asks with a casual inquisitiveness.

"I have been focusing as of late on the mitzvah of chesed and that has brought me to the aforementioned accomplishments of mine. I have also focused on my own time, outside of my time with Rabbi Gold, to learn more Kosher cooking. But I must admit it never feels like study because I just truly enjoy it." you give a light-hearted chuckle that spreads to the pleasant smiles of the board.

"Might we try some of this cooking?" he jokes with a laugh.

"Oh, but of course sir." you give a feminine giggle at his casual behavior. The smile and laugh working together make a dopey smile appear across Alfie's face that he doesn't remember to hide. Hearing you speak of all this with such certainty was stirring something deep, deep within him.

"Is there a particular portion you have enjoying learning about?"

"Yes, from chayei sarah. Actions speaking louder than words." you state matter of factly. Alfie feels the bite in them that must be directed at him. Actions? He wonders. Would getting up with this table and kissing you in front of God and everyone else be action enough? "Being proactive and useful. To actively seek out opportunities for kindness and not only doing them when they are bluntly presented to us as Rebecca did."

"And may we ask if such actions have brought you to be as worthy of a man of the same actions as you? We have no unmarried women on the board, afterall." your face flushes scarlet at the question.

"No it has not, sir." you look down at your hands, the portrait of a blushing bride, full of innocence and naivety. "Perhaps it is in the cards for me..." you shrug. "Not my decision to make is it?" you give a bashful smile. "I must take the lesson of God judging my sincerity and not my success with such things. Although with deception not being my strong suit one has to wonder why." you joke, with a sheepish smile. A laugh travels across the line of people, including Alfie. He was as impressed as ever with you. The words you could spin, the emotions you could pull out of people was just fantastically mesmerizing. This coy and shy but confident woman who he'd seen kill men twice her size, bathed in blood, fucked out of her mind and spilling sinful, lustful words from her panting, trembling lips was the same woman standing before him. Such a dual nature as he'd never known a woman to have before.

"Let us discuss the acceptance or denial of Miss Durand for board membership." he says with a stern nod and a smile. They go one by one, approving you, comments of thanks for your donation and seeing as you were clearly a rising star, a future pillar in the community they would be happy to have you. Then it comes down to Alfie last who is wearing a smug but breathtakingly handsome smile on his face.

"I know Miss Durand. I'm familiar with her both professionally and personally and consider her a dear friend. I would beyond a doubt support the decision to bring her on. We would be smart to use a strong and clever woman like her. I have found her to be nothing but kind, thoughtful and fair even before she was studying and I have no doubt with her deeper understanding she will do nothing but flourish and be a valued member of the community as she has already proven to be by her generous donations of money and time to not only us but other charities. My vote is an unequivocal yes." your eyes meet while he speaks every word. Your smile growing with each compliment. You look away as he stares you down, the sweet words feeling dirty as his eyes were telling you other things he wished to say.

"Not that it needs saying but, welcome to board Miss Durand!" Mr. Klein announces. Light applause from the small crowd behind you that you'd forgotten about.

"Thank you so much." you say with another bright and disarming smile.

You're speaking with Mrs. Cohen afterward, discussing making challah and you feel a familiar warmth across your lower back.

"You mind if I steal her away for a moment?" he says with a devastating smile.

"Oh no dear." she says happily with a shake of her head and a smile as he moves slowly to join the others.

He moves you away from the crowd just slightly, a hand on your lower back that feels as if it might burn if he leaves it there too long. "I did not know you were applying to be on the board until I saw it on the agenda today," he says quietly, eyes scanning across the people behind you before moving down to meet yours. "Did you not remember that I was on the board?" he says with a half smile. "You wouldn't have even had to go through the with that inquisition if I'd known." he says obviously.

"Well, I...didn't want to bother you with it." your voice is softer and less certain with him than it had been earlier, he does not miss this fact.

"Bother me?" he scoffs. "I believe the last we spoke I said you could never be a bother, dear." his voice is less predatory and more caring now.

"And how long has it been since we last spoke?" your face is more solemn and the sharp stab of guilt is planted firmly in his gut. Your doe eyes full of honesty seek the same from him.

"Too long." he says, his lips pursing together.

"It has." you sigh and look away from him.

Claire appears. "It's almost time to leave for the ball, Gen." she says, leaning in close. He moves her head to face the tall man in front of you.

"Hello, Alfie." she states calmly, no emotion behind it.

"Good to see you again Claire." he says with a nod.

"Just a moment." you say and give her a look she understands.

"Which are you attending tonight?" he asks politely.

"One for the arts center I mentioned earlier."

"You back to going to them alone then, eh?" he says with the guilt obvious in his voice.

"No." you answer, your eyes calm again as they find his the opposite. His mouth opens slightly.

"No?" he asks with raised brows, his heart falling into his intestines.

"Niko asked to accompany me. I wasn't going to attend it as I didn't want to be late because of this." you state matter of factly. "But he offered." you shrug.

"Niko?" he says, his false front of civility falling. "The Greek's son?" he says in an offended way.

"Yes. That Niko."

"The son of the man who tried to fuckin' kill me?" his face twists into anger and hurt.

"He had nothing to do with that. He didn't know about it and he didn't agree with it being done." you say defensively.

"And you believe him?" he says, chin jutting forward, eyes looking around to make sure he wasn't causing a scene.

"Yes. He's not lied to me yet," you say with a small frown. "I don't know why you're so upset, you and I attended charity ball's together long ago if you recall." your tone is harsher, your eyes hard but sparkling with sadness.

"Yeah." he gruffs out, not looking away from your eyes. "We did." he pauses for a moment, fingers moving to his beard. "But that was different." he says with a deep inflection, brow furrowing.

"Was it?" you say, the hurt now clear, your shoulders dropping. "I wouldn't know would I?" you say with a bite that he deserved. He'd never told you how he felt, you'd both just knew somehow didn't you?

He sighs, his eyes mirroring that sadness. "Genevieve I-" he begins and you cut him off.

"Save it," you say, your chest sighing and your voice exasperated. "I know you have words. And none for me as of late." you swallow hard, near tears. "I'm no longer interested in just words and poor excuses." you shake your head and give a small huff of exhaustion to his behavior. "Only actions." you almost whisper. "I'll see you at the next meeting." you say, jaw clenched and turning away before you started crying.

You had no intentions of being with Niko in any way. You'd made it clear to him this wasn't a date. You knew he liked you, but you thought to go to a ball with a man instead of going alone would be nice after having to deal with wannabe suitors and nosy women at all the ones you'd been to recently. You knew you'd be distracted at best the rest of the night after seeing Alfie anyway. You hadn't come in with any expectations so you weren't shattered in the events that followed, but with his display of jealousy, you had to separate yourself. You weren't his, he had no reason to be jealous and use that tone with you. And to imply you were being duped...well that was just insulting.

He knew he deserved worse. He'd left and not called. He'd never given you a reason for not sleeping with you any longer, he gave no apologies or excuses just now when he had the opportunity. He stands there and shoves his hands into his pockets, face to the ground as he grumbles to no one, bottom lip hanging in his exhaustion with himself. Why couldn't he just fucking do and say what he meant when it came to you. The emotions you roused in him were uncontrollable at times and he felt ashamed at how he reacted in anger. He could charm the pants off anyone in fucking London and there he stood before you, a tongue-tied little boy looking up at a goddess he could barely fathom. The emotions that surged through him when you were near or even the mere thought of you now was something he didn't fully understand the power of. Perhaps he should stop getting in the way of his own chance at happiness. --- All you thought about was Alfie that night. You spoke in anger, and not that he didn't deserve it but you didn't want him to have more reasons not to contact you. As your nerves eased, your mind clearing, you missed him. You still missed him despite all the things you'd done to distract yourself. Seeing him made your heart thump like you were a school girl with a crush. He still exuded his power, that charming smile and handsome face, his confident body as he moved with masculine motions. He had smelled surprisingly good, he even looked better than you'd thought. He'd been eating well enough, beard still full and hair peeking out from under his hat as it curled at the ends, begging you to touch it. But you hadn't. You'd stayed strong. You could beg, but you wouldn't. If you had to beg for his attention you didn't want it.

A lot of good had come out of him leaving, of leaving your heart sitting in your outstretched hand and him walking away. He'd sent the flowers, but that was all. No calls or visits. He didn't stop by, didn't invite you to tea, nothing. You hadn't done these things either to be fair but... he was the one who left. He was the one that had pulled away and you weren't going to beg for any man's attention. You hoped learning about Niko, hearing the hurt and anger, seeing it in your face as you boldly looked into his eyes would prompt him to action. You hoped. But you weren't going to hold your breath. ------ You're in a grand banquet hall, giving fake smiles and polite conversation as Niko has left you alone and the wolves were ascending. Alfie wouldn't ever leave you alone at one of these things. Especially not when the man approaching you was there. Cyrus Horne is stalking his way towards you, he was a physically intimidating man, taller than Aflie, with eyes that made you feel nauseous as they raked up and down your body as he approached. He still gave you that vibration of warning and danger in your gut, same as he had when you'd first seen him at the ball with Alfie.

"Always a treat to lay eyes on you Genevieve." your skin crawls.

"Horne." you say flatly with a nod of acknowledgment.

"What are you doing here? You're not Jewish." he says with a smirk.

"I am Jewish actually." you state obviously.

"Since when?" he says incredulously.

"Since I was born." you say with attitude, rolling your eyes up to him, lips pursed in clear annoyance.

"Ah, I see. I thought you might've gone and converted for Solomons." you scoff loudly.

"Don't insult me. I'd never do such a thing for a man." your voice and face full of offense taken.

"Not a desperate attempted to get him back?" you glare at him, your mouth open in disgust.

"You can't get something back you never had, Horne." you shake your head.

"Oh, how poetic of you. Realizing he's a monster just like me?" he shoots you a smile and a wink.

"What you two think you are is no concern of mine." you look away and shake your head and sigh, looking out into the crowd.

"You two were living together though." he says as if it was a huge secret.

"Yeah there was a reason for that." you roll your eyes.

"And it wasn't because he was losing the war in London and decided to latch onto a rising star?" he tries to lean forward and you move away disgusted.

"If you might recall..." you begin with attitude. "And I suppose you try to kill so many people you forget, that you blew up his fucking house." you stand your ground to his intimidation tactics.

"Ah so the man figured it out." he laughs. "He comes running to a bleeding heart like you to clean up after him?" he juts his chin down at you, using a condescending tone.

"I told him he could stay with me while his house was rebuilt. He cleans up his own messes." your tone is indifferent.

"What a sweet, sweet girl." he hisses in a predatory way. "Thought you might've been caught up in those fancy words he likes to use to lure in women." his voice dips and he keeps intruding on your personal space.

"I've never been much for pretty words. They don't mean shit." you meet his eyes fearlessly, the bite clear in your voice.

"Cleverness inside such an appealing vessel." he hums in a sleazy way.

"Did you not hear what I just fucking said?" you move away from his touch.

"And feisty...I like it when they have a bit of bite." he whispers.

"I don't give a fuck what you like Horne. Can you just fuck off?" your brows raised, one hand dismissing him.

"Excuse you? You want to change that tone?" he speaks slowly.

"No I fucking don't." you say louder.

"No wonder you two paired off....both too wiley for your own good." he groans.

"There was no pairing off. We worked together. I don't understand why you care about Solomons and me in the first place." you say with a condescending lilt.

"Because I've wanted to keep an eye on you ever since the night he was stupid enough to introduce you to me." he gives you an unsettling, wolfish smile.

"Oh, so it's some conquering what "his" thing then? How original." you scoff and roll your eyes.

"Well if he's fool enough to not use you to his advantage than I will." he says in a voice that indicates he thinks he's being smooth.

"Wow. So pompous! I'm not interested in even being looked at by a man like you Horne. Let alone be 'used'. Take your garish and outdated attempts at sexist compliments and try it on someone else. I'm not interested." you cross your arms and post up against him with a bold gaze.

"A bloodthirsty bitch like yourself could use a man like me you know." his brow furrows as he doesn't back down.

"Funny you think I need a man for any reason. Useless...the lot of you." you scoff.

"I've got more to offer than Solomons. And if you'll help a beast like him why won't you help a beast like me?" he plays as if he's hurt.

"Because he has manners." you state plainly and he laughs loudly.

"Is that what it is? You like to "courted"?" he snorts out another laugh.

"No. I don't. I wish all men would leave me the fuck alone. I don't prefer to be talked to like I'm something to be had. Because I'm not."

"But all women are to be had, darling. It's how you were made. To take from men." he leans in again, the uncomfortable and aggressive look and tone making you want to gag.

"Do you hear yourself? Are you capable of self-reflection and hearing? Because you're acting as if you're not. I'm not interested in having anything to do with you, Horne. I wasn't the night we were introduced, I'm not now and I never will be." you hold your ground against his perverted glare.

"We'll see about that."

"No we won't." you spit out.

"I always get what I want Genevieve." he coos.

"No one gets what they want all the time and the man who thinks he does is a fool." you glare. "And I'm not interested in fools."

"You're too brazen for your own good, woman." he says leaning away from you.

"And saying things like that is surely the way to make me want to have anything to do with you." you stare him down in defiance.

"Who said I needed you to want it?" he quirks an eyebrow down in your direction.

"This grotesque attempt at a conversation is over." you say loudly and clearly, snarling at him slightly.

"But it won't be the last you see of me darling." he lilts out as you stomp away.

Pt. 53 The Rat

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gregoryfranks · 7 years ago

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Through the years.

10 years old i saw a change in the way i perceived women and girls

No longer did i think of them the same way playing tag with them didnt seem as interesting as this strange urge to hold their hands as the bell for recess chimed three times.

I started to develop crushes and like girls as more than somebody to play capture with(a game my class made up where girls would capture boys and vice versa and whoever had the most amounts of prisoners by end of recess won. ((The girls usually won)))

I didnt act on it till i was in the second semester of 6th grade. I liked this girl named essence and she seemed nice enough so i went to the store and being the little romantic i am i bought flowers, chocolate, and a card that said something bout puppy love and had a tiny golden retriever on it i signed my name and asked her to be my valentine she told me to meet her by the stair case during lunch. I go and she tells me to close my eyes and next thing i know im falling down the stairs after being punched or kicked in the chest and as im falling all i can hear is her sneer "you think you actually stood a chance with me thats sad." Before i blackout. I wake up in the nurses office my dad sitting by me asking what happened i lied and said i fell down the stairs

Im 13 years old and id been reading the bible particularly something my pastor had spoken on in passing one sunday talking to a couple to be engaged about the greatest love poem ever written called the songs of solomon so i checked it out liked what i read wrote it down put it in an envelope and gave it to my crush while my heart was pounding in my chest she read it outloud to the school and her "boyfriend" and his goons jumped me after school i didnt even know who that guy was and for the next week thats all id heard was the lyrics to the poem while being ragged on all day

13 years old i was accused of being a terrorist and saying i was going to shoot up the school in addition to the ass beating i got from my dad and kids at school i was placed in alternative school for 55 days and held the title of terrorist kid for the next 5 years but thats a different story i got out and made a friend in sarah batiste who took every secret and spread it round school and i didnt find this out till 8th grade prom when she was supposed to be my date but just walked in with me and left after a 10 second dance and i over heard her laughing about it

At 13 i was told to kill myself and the world would be a better place after telling a girl i liked her hair

at 14 my best friend started dating the girl i liked and didnt tell me i had to find out after getting jumped by the school thugs the day after i asked his advice for it

At 14 i was being called a rapist and creep and terrorist and stalker and cunt and bitch and nigger and faggot and had nobody i could trust

At 14 i was beat up weekly just because

At 14 i would try and talk to new kids only to find out everybody already told them the rumors about me and that really sucked

At 15 i foolishly decided to sing in a talent show and was promptly beat for it the next day even though i did pretty well and was to be essentially drafted into choir the next year (i continued to sing and dance it made me happy despite the consequences)

At 16 girls would pretend to date me just to embarrass me in front of their friends and rejection hotline became the most called number in my phone eventually i would call it myself just to chuckle cuz it was pretty funny

At 16 i was adducted to porn and masturbation because besides singing and dancing it was the only time i felt good

At 17 i was drugged at lunch cuz somebody thought it would be funny i passed out the next class for 12 hours

At 17 i stopped getting jumped cuz i was big enough and strong enough and fast enough to keep up sadly i could only handle 4 people at once i still hadnt even held hands

At 17 my parents start encouraging me to come out the closet even though i wasnt gay

At 17 i stopped giving a damn about rejection i didnt really feel anything anymore the mean comments stopped and were replaced by "no thank you" " im sorry i think of you as a friend" "it wouldnt work out" and my fav "you are such a great guy you are going to make somebody so happy one day like you are going to be such a great boyfriend husband and father one day." It was refreshing i didnt hate myself anymore cuz ya know progress

At 18 i had a date to prom walked into our hotel room to go to sleep and found her fucking some dude in my bed

At 18 i was raped and went home and played dragonball z budakai ten/3 for a couple of hours before watching porn and jerking off for a couple of hours

At 18 i fell in love with somebody and joined the navy to show them i wasnt a fuckboy like i had portrayed myself and due to not having any experience ruined it (its a really long story) and im still in love with her to this day

At 19 was told that if i killed myself in boot camp to do it in a way that wasnt messy

At 19 i was told by a guy in class that if he was me he would have killed himself years ago

At 20 i used this girl for sex to keep my mind off the person i really wanted to be with

At 21 i had a drunken one night stand witha white girl and was told to fuck her with my nigger dick

At 21 i walked in on my valentine date getting fucked doggystyle when i went to pick her up

At 22 im accussed of rape by a white girl and kicked out the navy even though all evidence pointed to my innocence

At 22 im used as a bank by a girl i felt i could fall in love with and had finally had a relationship and could marry this woman only to find out the past 9 months meant nothing and she thought of me as a friend

At 23 i gave up

At 23 i once again start contemplating killing myself

At 23 i have a hard time wondering if any ody would miss me

At 23 i pay for sex twice in 3 weeks

At 23 im just coasting through life wondering what the fuck is wrong with me

At 23 i just stopped caring and to make others think im okay i paint on my old mask of being happy even though in dying inside

At 23 im bout to get off lunch paint my mask back on and continue living day to day

At 23 im lonely and tired and i hate myself but i also love myself and think im the shit

At 23 i have so many conflicting emotions i have no idea what im thinking or doing half the time

At 23 hi my names greg i like singing dancing and acting i know damn near everything there is to know about dragonball z naruto and spider man both peter and miles. I still try and love all those that cross my path be it for a season or a reason i have been in love i have lusted ive cried ive thought of dying and have some of the best friends in the world who lift me up when im feeling low and push me down when im getting way to high

At 23 i think im still worthy of being loved and cared for one day maybe not today tomorrow 5 years from normw or 20 but somebody one day is going to love me for me

At 23 im going to post this knowing nobody will read it ill be surprised if im proven wrong

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