Story Teller *finished*

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New fiction, inspired by something I read in the papers... Hope you like the first bit! Comments are appreciated

I was alone in the house, randomly reading a magazine at the kitchen table, enjoying my coffee with two sugars while leafing through the pages of the glossy magazine.
The door slamming shut made me jump up an inch or so. Loud sobs and banging from someone running up the stairs could be heard, followed by a loud thump of the bedroom door closing. I sighed, took my cup and swallowed the last contents. I stood up, slowly, turning and putting the cup in the sink, closing the magazine and pacing to the stairs. My hand clung onto the railing of the stairs, pulling myself up on each step. Putting my foot onto the landing, joining the other one. I walked to the bedroom door of my 17-year old daughter, and knocked softly. In between sobs, I could hear her say, ‘Come in’, and so I opened the door to find my daughter in serious tears over something. Her head was pushed into the pillow on her bed, she looked up as I entered the room, tear stains on her cheeks, mixed with the black of the mascara she had been wearing. She pushed herself up and sat, I joined her by sitting on the end of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, almost as a whisper. She had stopped crying for a second, bit her lip and started crying again. My heart broke into a million pieces; I didn’t want to see my girl cry over anything, whatever it was. I crouched over the bed and sat with my back against the wall, pulling her into my arms and stroking her hair as she laid her head onto my chest. Just like she’d always done when she was a little girl. She gasped for breath in between sobs.
“Keith…” She managed to say and broke out in tears once again. “…broke up with… me.” I tried to shush her, stroking her hair lovingly and putting my arm around her back, pulling her closer into my chest.
For a few minutes, we were both silent, until she finally let go of me and sat straight up, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. She sighed deeply, as if it was a relief that all the tears had gone in such a short amount of time. I looked at her, she looked back, then a faint smile on her face appeared. She slumped down next to me, taking my hand and entwining it with hers, playing with my wedding ring that sparkled faintly in the dim light of her bedroom.
“Mum?” She asked, not looking up, and just admiring the ring I was wearing. I hummed softly to indicate that she could go on. “Can you tell me one of your stories again?” I pulled up both of my eyebrows; Alicia had stopped asking for stories since she was twelve. I guess she grew up after that age and wasn’t interested anymore. But every so often, when she was upset over something, mostly because of boyfriends, she’d snuggle up to me to ask for a short story. I thought it was sweet; she almost was a grown up, but still wanted to hear the stories I had made up when she was little. I guess it was a comfort in some way.
“Sure,” I said. She wriggled about next to me to search for a comfortable position.
“Can you tell me how you and daddy got together again?” I smiled to myself; it was one of my favourite stories, but I always, somehow, managed to end up crying at the end. Alicia’s father had never really been there for her, and I think that telling her the story of how we got together in the first place somehow made her feel that she wasn’t an accident, but made out of love.

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Amsterdam – 13th of April, 2004
The red light softly stroke over the tiles in the small alley. A drugged man here or there crowed the alley, mixed with quiet hello’s from the women behind the glass and seductive waves and gestures to the other people walking down the alley. No one, in the whole of the alley, heard the cries of pain and the mean laughter that followed. The girl was locked up in her small room, where she’d apply her make-up and dress sexily for a night of work, being beaten up by the man that she called her boyfriend. His hand hit her naked thighs with a sick-making sound, making her thighs turn red almost instantly, and she hopelessly let out another cry of pain. The words he said didn’t even got near her brain anymore; the fist that hit her square on the jaw blanked her out for a small second and she crouched over the floor, to the door where she pulled herself up by the handle. Turning the handle made her realize once again that he’d locked her up, to make sure that she wouldn’t go anywhere while he let himself out on her, the drugs possessing him more than ever, almost taking over his body and making that fist slam into her face once more. Her hand shot to her face, where the blood quietly dripped onto and over her hand. He pulled her back by her hair, almost ripping every single hair out of her head, and dragged her over to the bed where he roughly spread her legs and sat in between them, a mean grin spread across his face. His left hand caught both of hers, pushing them down onto the bed while he opened his flies with his right. The tears streamed down her cheeks, afraid of what he was going to do, even though she knew all too well what he was going to do. Without any warning at all, he pushed himself inside of her, making her cringe, squirm and scream with every move he made. She closed her eyes, wanting and waiting for it to be over. One hand found her breasts, where he squeezed them so hard that she let out another scream that was almost deafened the man who was raping her. A slap around the face made her shut up for a short moment, and with that he was done. He’d spread his seed inside of her, zipped up his jeans, unlocked the door and let himself out. She didn’t even think before she acted, and ran to the bathroom where she turned on the shower, hot water splashing onto the white tiles and steam filling the room within minutes. She sunk down onto the tiles, scrubbing herself off, using such a large amount of soap that could’ve provided a whole family to wash themselves with. She scrubbed until her skin started to burn, wanting every drop of sweat, every bit of scent from him off of her body. The lonely tears washed away and disappeared into the shower plughole.
This was a weekly routine when her boyfriend came round to pick up the money that she’d earned with screwing every random guy that came round. He was never sober, always drunk or high and he would end up beating her up for no reason at all, causing her to bleed everywhere where you could possibly bleed and every square inch of body aching and bruised.
She’d met John when she was age sixteen. He’d seemed such a good lad and her parents loved him to bits. Nevertheless, no one exactly knew what John did for a living and Sarah had to find out the hard way. One night, somewhere at the beginning of September of 2003 he’d taken her with him to where he lived, put her in a room behind glass and that was it. She’d never seen her parents since; she wasn’t allowed to come out the room, not even for a quick call or a meet up with her friends, which she barely had anyway. There was one person she could turn to day or night; an old woman that lived across the hallway and brought her food every evening and clean up her cuts and bruises after John’d come round. They’d talk for hours on end, about everything and anything. The old lady was at the last yours of fifty and used to be a hooker in the neighbourhood where Sarah had ended up. The lady was stuck there and had little money to move so she’d stayed where she was and was happy with what she had. And this evening too, the woman came round with the usual potatoes and vegetables.
A soft knock on the door made Sarah stir in her sleep and eventually waking her up. She slipped on the pink velvet bathrobe John once had given her, covered with blood stains and walked over to the door, where she was greeted by the old lady. Sarah’s eyes that lay deep in their sockets and bags under them, made the woman gasp for breath and put the plate quickly onto the table next to the room where Sarah would change herself from the quiet, sweet little girl into the vamp that screwed men for money. The lady quietly closed the door behind her and rushed Sarah over to the bed. She put her heavy shopping bag next to her feet on the ground and opened it, pulling out the oh so familiar bandage kit and cleaning the cuts on Sarah’s face gently with a bit of alcohol. The alcohol didn’t even prick; everything in her face was feeling numb and it didn’t matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t close her eyes without not getting them open anymore.
“Oh dear, it’s getting worse with the week isn’t it?” The lady muttered and looked over Sarah’s face. She softly stroked her cheek and wrinkled her already wrinkled forehead. “Someone should get you of here, Sarah. You don’t belong here.” Sarah nodded, too tired to even open her mouth to speak. “It’s sad that I can’t do anything for you. I don’t have any family anymore who could take you away from here.”
“It’s okay, I’ll live.” Sarah said and held the old lady’s hand, squeezing it gently as a sign of thanks.
“No, it’s not okay, Sarah.” The lady suddenly snapped. “He’s going to kill you one day.” She continued. “Just look at yourself!” She screamed and stood up, waving her arms about in the air. “You’re covered in cuts and bruises! He’s no good at all.” She finished and sat back down on the bed. She sighed deeply, and put her hands delicately on her lap. “Come ‘ere.” She whispered and pulled Sarah in for a gentle, soft hug that made Sarah tingle on the inside. She only ever felt loved when this lady came round to visit her every day, and gave her the weekly hug that she longed for so much. Sarah slouched down, and put her head in the woman’s lap, who stroked her hair softly. The tears started flowing from out of nowhere, and the lady tried shush her, whispering words that meant that everything would be okay and all of this would finish before she knew it. Sarah knew this was a lie, but it comforted her for the time being.

Days passed without the presence of her boyfriend, which Sarah was secretly happy about. As she sat in front of the mirror that was surrounded with small, white light bulbs, on the little black stool, she applied the last layer of mascara on her eyelashes, and she blinked a few times. The soft, natural sand colour on her eyelids made her pretty green eyes come out perfectly. Or so she had been told. A thin blank line under her eyes accentuated those same green eyes and somewhat masked the bags under her eyes and the dark black rings around them. The deep red lipstick covered with a tiny layer of lip gloss made her look sweet, but on the other hand very womanly. She smiled at herself; this was the only thing she enjoyed doing. Making herself pretty. She stood up, flattened the bright red body she was wearing and clipped the black holder of the see-through, knee length tights onto the rimmed red panties. She pinned her dark brown hair, that reached half way her back, up and opened the red curtains that hid her from the rest of the world. She leant seductively against the frame of the window, automatically licking her lips sexily as a man walked passed, not even looking at her.

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She slumped down after an hour or so, feeling her tights slowly lowering, and sat with her back against the wall that was part of the corner that was made out of the window and the wall. With one leg pulled up and the other one in the air, she pulled the tights up and smoothed the material with one swept move. Just as she was about to push herself up and ready to stand in the same position as she had stood the past hour, she felt eyes burning on her skin, soft laughing in the background. Three young men, about her age, certainly not older, stood in awe looking at her. Sarah shook her head and waved a small wave, the corners of her mouth curling up in a smile. How she longed to be one of them. Just normal, being able to do whatever she wanted. Look at the girls behind the glass in the alley, instead of being one of those girls. One of the lads pushed the other one and they laughed. Sarah winked her wink and gestured for them to come in. The lad’s eyes, who had previously been pushing his mate, widened and nudged his mate in the ribs. Or side more likely, because his mate was amazingly tall. And handsome, Sarah decided. Almost model looking. The tall fellow blushed slightly and looked away from her, over to the third mate who had his eyes fixated on Sarah, watching her every move, every breath she took. Almost as if he’d never seen a girl before. Sarah realized that it must’ve been a bit of a weird sight; a young, good looking girl like her behind a window, the red light shining over her shoulders. But she had gotten used to it, just like the eyes rolling over her body. The lad, who’d been pushing, once again pushed his tall mate in the direction of the window. The tall guy screamed something, something Sarah was not able to hear, he threw his hands up in the air and moved out of sight. Sarah thought that he’d walked off, but instead, she heard the main door of the building open after a minute or so, and a soft knock on her door. The two boys standing in front of her window, were still there. Sarah turned her head, stood up from her slouched position and walked over to the door. She wasn’t the slightest surprised to see the tall guy standing in her doorway, and she opened the door a bit further to let him in. She gestured for him to take a seat on the bed, and followed him through the room, to wink to the boys and closing the curtains. She sat on her knees between the boy’s legs, leaning with her elbows on his knees and softly running her index finger over the skin just above the waistband of his trousers. The boy seemed to be taken aback and he looked as if he was about to get killed by a hungry tiger. Which, in a way, was true. Sarah ran her hand over the boy’s chest, making him back away a bit more. She giggled.
“I’m not gonna eat you.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Unless you want me to, of course.” The boy gasped for breath when she moved her hand towards his flies, pushing him down onto the bed with the other. She stood up, sat on his legs and unbuttoned and opened up the flies. The boy quickly moved his hands onto hers, making her stop with what she was about to do.
“No,” He said, a tremble in his voice could be noticed. Sarah looked rather surprised by this and moved her hands away from his trousers. “I don’t want-” She smiled and climbed off of him, to sit on the left of him on the bed. She pulled up her legs and leant against the wall to which the bed was stood.
“It’s okay, no one’s forcing you.” She said, he sighed relieved at this comment and sat up. “Your mates told you to get in, didn’t they?” He nodded his head slowly and looked at Sarah’s legs, as if staring. They went silent for a small minute, until the boy’s hand ran over her right leg. He moved upwards, over her thigh, where he ran his hand back over the whole length of her leg again. He pulled his hand back, looked at her and smiled.
“I’m Charlie.” Sarah smiled back at him and took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers.
“You can call me Sarah.” He took his hand back and caressed her cheek softly, stopped at the jaw and moved his head towards her, kissing her neck delicately. His body moved over to her, and he placed his right hand on her left thigh, softly squeezing. Sarah jerked her thigh away, and the boy shot up.
“Did I do something wrong?” He said, not quite sure what to do now. Sarah shook her head and pulled him back by the collar of his black t-shirt. She kissed him full on the lips, something she wasn’t allowed to do, and ran her fingers through his dark blonde hair. The boy pulled away, blushed and sat back. His face screwed up after a lot of thinking.
“What is a pretty girl like you doing in a rough neighbourhood like this?” Sarah shrugged at this and looked through the room. “Is someone making you do this?” A surge of embarrassment shot through her body and almost immediately she felt those hits on her thighs and face again. She pulled her legs towards her body and formed a ball, trying to hide herself from the boy who was sitting next to her. She looked sternly into nothing. “You don’t have to do this y’know.”
“I do.” Sarah mumbled under breath and immediately regretted her words. A soft sob escaped from her mouth, and the boy slid his arm behind her back, pulling her close to him. “He’s gonna kill me if I even try to escape.” She sobbed into his chest. His hand ran up and down over her back, shushing her and stroking her hair with his free hand. It was just then that he noticed the large bruise on her upper thigh and he quickly moved a finger over it. Sarah jerked her leg.
“Sorry.” He muttered. She looked up with tear filled eyes. He pushed her away a bit, stood up from the bed and took his jacket that he’d thrown somewhere in the corner when he’d come in. “C’mon.” He said, took her hand and pulled her up. Sarah had an utterly puzzled look on her face. The boy slid his jacket over her shoulders, opened one of the drawers and pulled a pair of flared jeans out. “Put these on.” Sarah did as she was told, and put the jeans on, still with that puzzled look on her face. He calmly waited for her to get dressed, then took her hand once more and opened the door.
As Sarah and the boy entered the hallway, she saw the old lady stood outside her door, smoking a fag. The lady’s head turned to Sarah and the boy, she smiled broadly, stuck up her thumb and continued smoking her cigarette.

Sarah happily sniffed in the late night’s air, finally the fresh air back in her dusted lungs. The boy held his arm around Sarah’s shoulders, taking her with him to wherever they were going. They walked past the many red lit windows, and Sarah hid her face in the large jacket, afraid that if anyone would recognise her, they’d warn John and she’d get killed. The boy’s friends were no less than very surprised to see their mate coming back with the hooker they sent him off to not an hour earlier. The lad with the dark hair pointed at her, trying to say something, but failing miserably. The blonde guy, didn’t do anything else than just smiling friendly and gave a small nod as Sarah and her friend joined the two. For some reason it felt right for Sarah to just go with the flow and let the boy take her with him. Something inside her told her that he was going to be the one who was gonna make things alright. He was going to make her happy.
A thirty minute walk in complete silence later, they arrived at a huge building, apparently the hotel where the boy and his friends were staying. A short trip with the elevator brought them to a hallway and the boy took her into a room that showed more than what Sarah ever dreamt of; everything was twice the size than she’d expected it to be. The boy emptied his pockets on the table right next to a large sofa, that had numerous items of clothing over it. Sarah was glued to the floor and could only look in awe what the boy was doing and the room he walked through. The boy patted on the space next to him on the sofa when he’d sat down. Sarah slowly took a few steps in his direction, still looking around, amazed by everything she saw. When she’d finally sat down next to him, he pulled her close.
“I’m gonna take you back home with me.” Sarah took in what he had to say. She didn’t really care where he was going to take her, as long as she was away from what she’d just left behind and never had to go back to it again. Not ever. “I’m gonna take you back to England and I’m gonna make sure you get the life you deserve.” He whispered into her hair and kissed it. “I’m gonna make you happy.” He sighed and tickled her side lightly. “I don’t care what the press’ gonna say.” Sarah lifted her well plucked eyebrows and moved away from him.
“Press?”
“Band. Press. Famous. Long story.” He rattled and stood up to look through the room. “Right, you can use the bed, I’m gonna crash on the sofa.” He turned and looked at the skinny girl on the sofa. His heart melted right there and then to see the girl scared like shit, thin as an eel, and pale like the clouds in the sky sitting on his sofa. There was no chance whatsoever that he could possibly imagine what she’d gone through. But he was going to make it better. He was determined to make her life better.

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London – 13th of April, 2005
Exactly a year had passed and Sarah had settled herself in at Charlie’s house. Things were not going as great as she’d wanted to, but Charlie never broke his promise to make her life better and to make her happy. They’d never really got on with each other in the end, but they’d tried, and that’s what counted for Sarah. Plus, Charlie’d blessed her with something really special.
As she thought things over and put the very last things into the cardboard boxes, she felt a surge of pain run through her stomach. She called out the name of the person that she was sure was going to burst in the room and help her with what was coming.
“Charlie!” She screamed. Holding onto her stomach for dear life, bending through her knees and falling down on the floor, she called out his name again. “Charlie! For fuck’s sake, help me!” The door flew open and a bewildered Charlie ran in the room.
“What! Where! How! When!” He yelped randomly, before he saw the girl he’d got away from the district exactly a year ago. “No!” He screeched. “Not now!” Sarah turned her upper body to look at him, an utter false smile across her face.
“What? Not now?” She asked, right before she formed a ball and tried to keep away the pains.
“This is not the right time!” Charlie replied, his hands in his hair and really not knowing what to do about the situation. “I was playing a fucking game on the computer! And I was winning for once in my life!” Sarah growled at him and she screamed out of pain. “Okay, okay! This is the right time!” He yelled back at her and grabbed the bag next to the bed. He swung it over his shoulder and scraped Sarah off the floor and up in his arms.

She almost pulverized his hand when she squeezed it to give her some extra strength for the last push.
“I want my hand back in once piece, if that’s possible.” He muttered under his breath and closed his eyes tight because it was so painful. The grip on his hand loosened as he heard an ear penetrating sob echoing through the room. The baby was held up in the air by the doctor, as if it was a trophy and the baby screamed even louder. A smile flew across Charlie’s face and he didn’t know where to look in the first five seconds; the mother of his child or the child itself. “Oh my God, she’s so beautiful!” He yelped, after all, he’d just seen the doctor holding up the baby in his direction.
After a short check-up, the baby was handed over to her mother, where she sucked on her mother’s breast satisfied. “She’s the prettiest baby I’ve ever seen.” Charlie whispered softly and kissed Sarah on her forehead.
“I know,” She replied, and sighed. “I sure hope as hell that she won’t end up with the same eyebrows as you, though.”
“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?” Charlie asked, hurt.
“Nothing, Charlie. For a guy, they’re fine.”
“Urgh, whatever.” He said, his hurt look immediately changing into one of pride when he looked at his baby girl. “Hello there, Alicia.” He said, caressing the baby’s cheek with his index finger, almost taking up half of her little face.

As I brought the story to an end, one single tear dribbled down my cheek and fell onto Alicia’s head. She stirred and sat up, looking at me.
“Mum, why you crying?” Before I could answer this, the door bell rang and I quickly stood up. “You gonna catch that?” She asked. I nodded, smiled and wiped the tear away that was still stuck to my cheek.
I ran down the stairs to open to door for whoever was annoyingly pressing the door bell like mad. One swift look through the window made my tummy tingle; a silver Porsche was parked outside. With a swing I opened the front door to come face to face with a 35-year old man. He hadn’t changed one bit. Maybe a bit older looking and the odd wrinkle here or there, but that’s it.
“Hello there, Sarah.” He beamed. “Is my baby girl there too? I wanna take her for a ride.” He let himself in and gave a gentle kiss on my cheek while looking at the bottom of the stairs.
“Alicia! Your dad’s here!” I yelled up the stairs. Not a second later, Alicia flew down the stairs and into her dad’s arms. As he let go of her, he looked at me.
“Changed my mind.” He said, and smiled. “I’m gonna take you both for a ride.” He beamed, and lent into me. “Never broke my promise, did I?”

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FINITO

[Kolakube]

Awwwww, so shweet!!!!!

[ilovejamessomuch]

yeah it s very sweet!!!! charlie is so sweet in te story!!lol