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X23: In Progress	By : TimedWatcher Category: X-men Comics > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Car lights passed by windows of empty storefronts covered by red "FOR RENT" signs before slowing at the awkward deadend of a stonewall near a city park. It angled, swivelling and reversing before coming to an abrupt stop, as the low beams drew long into a night covered alley, shimmering over the dark and streaky hair of a girl that not only seemed disinterested, but was in another world.
The anonymous car puttered with it's quiet engine, staring at the scene for a moment, her shining green eyes reflecting back, like two beasts in the night acknowledging the presence of the other with the glow from their predatory vision
The car eventually pulled out, driving away.
Laura wasn't sure what she was expecting.
Maybe if they-
No.
Don't think about it.
Nobody cared.
His grunts and groans resumed audibly, running hot on her cheek, his bad breath inescapable. The dull and tingly feeling ripping back and forth inside caused unwanted pangs of pleasure -- a feeling she thought she was over. She tried to close her eyes, but as she tried to shut herself off, it was then when she felt like moaning -- but not for anything in particular, as when she tried to imagine another man... who could she imagine? No man had ever appealed to her sexually. They always felt more like... obstacles. Obstacles to what however, she wasn't sure, as she had no path to follow.
Despite his weight, he was unrelenting, driving into her, his chin above her shoulder. Her silky hair cast down long past her shoulders and he loved the way it smelled. Scrawny as a twig, she was folded like an accordion. "You're so damn quiet..." He forced a kiss upon her cheek. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want daddy's dick." Insistent and breathy.
"I... want... it..." He didn't believe her, but it was good enough. His burly body buried hers, as he slammed against her violently and in a hurried nature; the idea of being caught by cops while screwing a minor rattled around in his head, but only in the back of his mind, as the most primal parts of his brain was begging to release his seed deep within the teenager's cunt, uncaring if she got pregnant or if she had a disease.
As her teenaged pussy was being ravaged, no amount of practiced contractions helped, as her body still reacted to the man's sizable adult cock like it was still her very first one.
It hurt.
It hurt so much...
Yet... her breath got heavy, and even she could no longer deny it. Laura clung onto him, interlocking her skinny arms and long legs around his broad build. The man liked that. "Baby I'll hurry -- I'll cum, I'll cum soon!" Gasping as his length slid easily in and out of her, he pinned her to the wall, boring into her as far as he could go, and she felt his cock grow and expand before unleashing torrent after torrent within her cunt, eliciting a sneer from her, her bared fangs gnashing, her cute little nose crinkling.
He held her hourglass figure with his gorilla-like mitts; her ribs visible and poking his fingers. He barely managed to slip out of her, his stiff erection flopping yet still thick, her light pink hole juicy, gaping and wet -- leaking his semen, as his tip sputtered forward, as if wanting to re-enter the young slit. He set her back down and X23 adjusted her vinyl skirt downward while cinching up her now misaligned strapless bandeau tubetop.
Just like X23, his own daughter had grown up into one hot tamale -- but he wasn't some scumbag and he never touched her inappropriately.
He just saved those feelings for Laura instead.
When she would bounce in his lap, he would later have this street trash hop on up.
Except he had his pants pulled down with Laura.
"Hu-wah." His trademark phrase after a job well done, that he often repeated to his wife after fixing something around the house. The man struggled with his trousers as he attempted to pull it over his paunch, finally managing to lap the belt loop. She could see the way the waistline of his pants riveted his skin, pushing down on his stomach just so it wouldn't slip off him as he walked. "Y'know, you might not be as cute as you used to be, but you sure haven't lost your touch. I mean... you still got the tightest little-"
Her small fist hit his gut, and then out it came, injecting and extracting with furious speed.
He was like a stuck pig and as easy to tear into after being cooked on a spit.
*SHNK* *SHNK* *SNKT*
"AHRRR!" Laura growled into a snarl, her forehead cinching, her nostrils flaring - a rage - one of the few emotions he had ever seen on her.
His shock was clear on his face, his eyelids pulsing with each delivery of her blades. He wanted to scream out, but the flashes of pain overwrote the need to, silencing him into compliance as he felt her claw scrape his entrails. "Wait-HRK-"
She ripped it out, a geyser spray following.
He tried to hold the holes she made shut, a warm liquid drowning his fingers -- but the suckling entry wounds seemed to get bigger, his hands slipping into them, his own nails scraping the sensitive tissue as his digits disappeared into a pool of meat and endless crimson -- the whole area oddly numb now.
He stumbled, tripping back into the same brickwall he had just been screwing her against. Sinking gradually to the floor the same look of shock remained there until his neck and jaw went slack, a red pool now encircling him.
She gave the bloodied metal twin claw a fleck with her girlishly limp wrist, before the things retracted into her dainty fist. The girl then with grace and poise stalked away from the scene like nothing had just happened, all while his cum and her virgin blood trickled together down her moonlight colored legs, smattering the crud covered pavement.
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She massaged her bare shoulders, her arms crossed protectively.
X23 didn't like looking up at the stars.
She walked underneath the viaduct on Hennwick & Balt, a long stretch of empty road and parked cars, the interlocking and mesmerizing display of arching supports above seemed so out of reach.
She often wondered if the bridge would have been stable without all that metal, or if it would completely crumble to pieces without it.
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Her hands pressed into her knees as she made the climb up the hill, tall grass stalks prodding at her thin bare leg, as parked atop it was the closest thing to a home she had.
On the outskirts of the city, she lived in a trailer overlooking a harbor. The unsteady surface of the water was calm. The night masked how brown and polluted it was, and believe me, she had tried to swim in it once, the itchy burning skin not worth it.
The small steps were a death trap - especially in her knee high, black leather, platform boot heels - so she grabbed for the side handles instead. Pulling herself up, X23 flung the flimsy door open for herself.
As soon as she stepped inside, X23 was on tunnel vision, trying to not even acknowledge that the other occupant was even here.
But he knew she was there.
There was no escaping him.
The ceiling light flickered on, the orange glowing hum from behind a grill. Her walls were egg white and barren. The room was small, but there was barely anything to clutter it. The bed was a single, but still allowed for two people to fit, even if it was extremely uncomfortable for her. Next to it was her nightstand, and nearly hanging off its edge was a dirty ashtray made of glass that was filled way past the brim with a pile of ash and cigarette butts. Beside that was a stack of magazines filled with women prettier than her -- the one on top was covered in food flakes, butts, hair and ashes, with some having slipped over and falling open face on the floor. Despite the filth, she couldn't bear with the idea of throwing them out, some of her only possessions, even if she mistreated them. There was a lone cigarette in the silver foil still justifying not throwing the rest of it out her window
Then there was the odd beer can and bottle on the floor denoting his visits to her room at night.
X23 went straight for her closet filled with musty clothes she had no idea how to take care of. With it already open, she picked through and found the ones she wanted, holding it in a clutch to herself as she then closed it, revealing the body sized mirror, which was fractured, spiderwebbing near her midsection. There was a twinge of regret everytime she saw it, remembering when she had wanted to see what punching and breaking one felt like.
It was her fourteenth birthday.
Another year in this acidic lifestyle.
Laura had grown into a lithesome black orchid.
She no longer wore handouts from donation boxes, developing her own style to account for her skinny and frail frame. She wore a spaghetti strap croptop with an exposed back and open midriff. Black PVC leather stretched across her legs like black oil, the pantlegs clinging to her calves. The smooth and perfect material practically painted onto her as it hugged against her hips. A line of silver ran down her ass, the zipper, the only way to get out of the suffocating thing and which she also found practical for 'easy access', having had some of her designer outfits ruined by customers while she was trying to squeeze her way out of them.
She had developed a heroin chic, even if she never touched the stuff. Her hips had gotten pronounced and wider, even only just a little, as she was still skinny as a twig. You could always see her hip bones jutting out over her skintight pants which were always riding low. If there was one thing about her body she didn't like however, it was her chest. Still looking like that of a nubile preteen, she examined herself, pressing her hands into the sides of her bosom, having to reach back to her smooth pits to get any significant flesh to make it look like she had a pair -- as funny as they briefly looked. Even though something was percolating, they still weren't big enough to make guys leave her alone.
Her lips had gotten poutier, smeared in black lipstick. She had a long, drawn, almost alien face, with only just a hint of that same softness from when she was a kid. Naturally pale and not needing the pancake powder, her almond shaped green eyes stood out with drawn in dark outlines, further covered in black eye makeup on her eyelids.
X23 was starting to resemble the one doll she had ever played with.
She was everyone's perfect little fuckdoll now.
Though with age, she had started seeing certain patrons less and less over time. She shouldn't have been surprised, but Laura thought it would be fun to catch up with them...
Laura turned to her only piece of furniture; her mattress full of cauterized browned and blacked holes from when she was thirteen. She was still a smoker, even knowing now that they'd never kill her, even if she smoked twenty full cartons in a single day but she at least tried not to do it in bed anymore when she burned a hole through a nice pair of skinny pants -- the cheap thrill of burning herself with them to watch her skin heal having long since been extinguished.
She got into bed in full regalia, having nowhere else to go that night despite being all dressed up. She was careful with how she moved, not wanting any splits or tears, the thing like smooth skin as glided against the dirty surface of her bed. Taking up the fetal position, her long lashes interlocked as she forced her lids shut, which only caused frustration to build, knowing she JUST couldn't go to sleep, unresigned yet resigned to her fate.
She chased the ever changing fluorescent glow that emanated from the living room. In a loose hawaiian shirt, sweat pants, long drawn socks and flip flops, the closest thing to a father she had ever known was lounging in front of a box shaped TV with extending out bent rabbit ears.
In a reclining chair with holes and fluffing ripped out from when he would sometimes screw X23 on it, the only male figure in her life was sucking down a cold one. X23 was a little older, and so was he. The only benefit to her was that he was a little less horny. There was long and uncomfortable silence between them, their focus half glancing off eachother, his eyes still on the TV while she stared down at the filthy rug. When he was fully paying attention to X23, he set it down, sending a sea of bottle caps and ash over the side.
Her balled fist presented itself to him, unfurling with paper rustling, almost crunchy.
She then slapped it into his open palm.
He counted down the wad of cash. She silently seethed as she watched him furl back bill after bill, knowing that each one he thumbed wouldn't go to her.
He gave a flemmy clear of his throat. "Ach-herm -- that's pretty good, Laura." The chair squeaked as he handed her the rest of the dough. He ignored the way she snagged it from him so greedily, long used to her attitude. "I never thought makin' money would be so easy." He threw his hands up and snorted. "Heck, I don't even have to get up off my keister like I used to."
He was right about that. Watching TV was all he ever did when he wasn't driving her to specific customers. She was so used to him that she wanted to roll her eyes and say something sarcastic -- but she still lacked the verbiage and social interaction to even try.
The TV laughed.
People were always laughing, but nothing was ever funny.
He scratched his grey beard while Laura kept her eyes at an angle while his eyes drifted from Laura back to the loud TV. It was the most acknowledgement either of them could muster. That obedient part of her forced her to stay, wondering what he wanted to do the rest of the night, hoping his answer was 'nothing'.
"So you gonna suck my cawk or nawt?" The brown bottle fell from his lip in a disgusting sip as he whipped it out. She had tried hard to keep it as background noise - but that noise - that fucking noise in this tiny space hit her hard into a wincing scowl.
And if she stayed here any longer-!
Laura had to leave.
She threw the outside door nearly off it's hinges, practically leaping from the trailer and into the grass, before she began to run, an awkward gallop at first down the hill, but one with plenty of momentum.
As the outside door moved to slam back, the man caught it, walking outside without shame. "Laura! Git back here!" He scratched and fumbled his tighty whitey covered groin, grumbling to himself as he hoped she would before stepping back in, the mosquito netting creaking shut.
She marched through the decommissioned trainyard with her head down, stomping gravel with her hooker boots, which visibly dirtied them.
The paved road was long, empty looking land surrounding her while making her repetitive stride. Powerlines made it known that she was finally back in something resembling the city. X23 was pacing, flighty and angry in front of several security gated storefronts, an empty strip both ways of attorneys, physiotherapy places, dentist offices, liquor, gun or otherwise totally empty stores with several tall apartments opposing them.
She swung her hands up into the air. "Rrrrrrrgh!"
X23 slipped between two parked vehicles, now on the street. Her face fell into her hands, not caring that a rumble of a car was fast approaching. There was a honk, and she continued to ignore it. They'd have to get out and physically move her or run her over.
"Lauraaa-" *WEETWOO* The man whistled, sticking his head out of the drivers side window while flagging for her to slow down. She did and he rolled to a stop. "Aaaaay Lara." He stuck his hand out with several bills between his knuckles and a cheesy grin hidden in a lot of stubble.
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On her knees, hands hanging limply against the thighs of her skin tight pants. His bearpaw squeezed on her small skull, guiding her easily, her once beautiful long hair like greasy whips now as he swabbed the blazing red head of his dick across her luscious dark painted lips, while Laura looked out of it and listless with half lidded eyes. Consciously fish lipping, she allowed in his fat and veiny prick, sliding back and forth with a light touch to prevent further smearing, even though her brand was expensive and was supposed to prevent that sort've thing, her tongue did most of the work, flicking against the urine soaked glans.
He pressed his thumb on her forehead, removing himself from her lips, a sticky strand of spit trailing between the two before it broke in midair. X23 reflexively tried to swallow the sloppy and dripping looking knob again, but he kept her at bay, which made her internally disgusted with herself.
Maybe the man was having second thoughts.
Maybe he could see just how wrong doing this was.
Maybe-
"I wanna fuck you up the ASS." His eyes got fierce in tandem with how he enunciated the word.
Of course...
X23 obliged, perching herself on top of stacks of old newspapers ready to be recycled. She wagged her tailless behind his way. He reached out for it, the skin tight material imprinting her ass cheeks on them. Her zipper ran on jagged teeth.
*zriiiiip*
A slow and teasing pull down from the balding man, which helped her relax just a little, knowing he wasn't gonna destroy it, but X23 knew he was still gonna destroy something.
Exposing X23, each cheek was a nice little flabby pancake that turned pinkish with just a squeeze from his hand. The lack of meat on her bones meant both holes were visible, and despite her age, her pussy was still a hairlessly smooth, puffy and plump looking coinslot. "It's a shame what's gonna happen to you..." His focus of course turned to the nearly translucent pink starfish. "I love your nice and clean little hole..." His two fingers swirled across it, a layer of sweat on the sensitive tissue. "Push it out for me."
X23 went flush with embarrassment as she squeezed on that area, which forced it to flex and blow out, but it still was a small little 'o', the interior a medicine pink like pepto. His large tongue pushed against it, trying to dig in, but the muscle in her ring almost refused to allow him in before it burst through, getting trapped, which he didn't mind at all. He inhaled the earthy stink just above that accumulated from wearing skin tight clothing all day and the remnants of nasty sex that lingered. He fed her more and more as he ate more and more, the man tasting her breakfast and loving every bit of it, his mindset strawberries and cherries as far as teenaged girls rectums went.
He stood up, wiping his face, horny as hell. He grabbed her shoulders and held her in place, nudging and prodding against her asshole with his missile before he bucked himself at her, sending her flailing forward, nearly making her face collide with brick wall. His stiffened tip struggled to fit or make headway, even after the poor lube substitute of his saliva had been applied. He had to practically puncture through the dime sized hole, carving up her walls for his needs as he pried her further and further apart with his meaty wedge.
Laura white knuckled, her eyes watered and her hair shrouded her face as her thin neck made her head seem like it weighed a ton. She tried to relax it using her experience from every other anal encounter she had, knowing any straining to keep him out only made it seem bigger, or worse, actively tore her asshole, but even just a couple inches nearly made her cry out. Why did every part of her have to heal!?
He grabbed her by her hips and he forced her to sink down on him before he started a consistent rhythm of humps. Her hole was practically suctioned to him in as he dragged himself back and he loved the look of it, like he was really gonna ruin her insides and prolapse her.
"Take it. Take it you little bitch!" She shuddered as he slammed it right back into her ass at full force. She had killed somebody, hadn't she? Maybe this was pain she deserved. Her breaths became shallower. She arched her back for him as much as she could thinking it would help, but it was still too intense for her to handle even as she looked to welcome the intrusion.
"Rgh-rgggh-rrrrrrraaugh!" His growling vibrated through her body, and he didn't even have to say it before exploding into her bowels. Her shoulder blades popped, her back muscles taut, turning ugly for a moment, her eyes hit the top of her head, nearly going crosseyed. He fell on top of her, bottoming out in her completely, his ballsack pulsating with every pump, a blinding white heat flashing in her mind as she felt all of it splash into her guts.
They both laid together a moment, catching their breath. She didn't even notice or mind as he kissed her back while rubbing her sides, whispering softly. "Thank you-thank you, Laura."
Dislodging from her was a sweaty ordeal, a squelch resulting after a stiff tug of his member.
*SHLORP*
He lovingly watched that gape he had made quickly disappear, a droplet of his batter excreting and making it glisten extra shiny.
X23 rolled onto her back, her elbows propping her up. She felt his boiling hot drizzle wince out from her backdoor as she clenched and squeezed it out from her orifice.
She watched him as he bent down to pick up his pants from the filth covered alleyway.
"GURG-" She slit his throat in a fluid swipe, treating it as nothing more than a casual flick of her wrist as blood sprayed everywhere, but her aim was perfect, as the spraying from the now open artery was faced away from her. He reached out for her, begging for mercy but unable to draw the breath necessary to utter those words, as if anything she could offer in that moment would help seal a slashed jugular. He tried to hold it while sputtering crimson through his teeth, but it was too late and too deep for him to do anything about it. Like a water balloon hit the streets with a stiff smack, his forehead turned into instant road rash with the amount of force that crashed down with it, his nose now broken.
But he had bigger things to worry about for the few seconds he still had to live, as he collapsed into a pool of his own making, the rest of him dragging down, motionless.
After zipping herself up, X23 took his wallet and flipped through it, all while retracting her claws. With a toss backwards, his wallet landed face open on his spine, a picture of his wife and kids inside.
Laura didn't look back, feeling justified. Yet X23 would often leave her berserk state and wonder exactly what it accomplished other than one less customer for herself.
It was starting to become a worrying pattern... even for her.
It didn't use to be like this.
Maybe it was one guy in particular who really rubbed her the wrong way every couple months.
She should at least let some of them live...
X23 walked underneath the same bridge from before, unsure if she should be worried about the cops.
They were often her biggest customers...
She often tried to keep her long, shining, raven hair out of her eyes, but right now, when she had just committed a crime, her mask being crimson splatters and stuck strands of hair, it felt like it was all she needed to get away with it.
But when she saw flashing red and blue lights near the same alley of her other customer that night, discretion seemed to be the right call right now, and she could only think of one other place to be.
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The hotel was a burnt out husk.
Smokers can't be trusted...
It's skeleton still hadn't been torn down. The homeless and bored kids liked to play here.
Slabs of concrete foundation nearly covered by overgrown grass surrounded; abandoned project after abandoned project.
She should've brought some smokes... but then she would've had to either steal them, or ask him to get her some.
Movement.
Her claws came down, impacting and cracking the cement. The tail, all frayed looking, slipped past her knuckles with a brushing swipe, before the cat decided to take off.
Lucky for him, she had made the split second decision to intentionally miss once she realised what it was.
There was a crunching. Foot steps. From her side.
Pebbles began tumbling into the distance from the same rock pile she had scaled to be up here, losing their echo.
She threw her long hair back and looked over her shoulder, not getting up or turning from her crouched down position, hiding her weapons from view.
His big playful smile and asymmetric parted haircut appeared first. "Hey, I thought I heard something." Wobbly legged, he kept checking to make sure his steps were landing on something solid.
He wasn't a man. Face smooth.
He was young. Maybe like her.
Her blades slinked back into her body.
She tracked him like a sentry, eyes never blinking. She even tried to sniff him out, like his smell would tell her anything.
Despite just having rebuked her ability, it revealed that he was neither a smoker, drinker or druggie.
Nor a seeker of carnal flesh...
He wore denim over a windbreaker jacket and there seemed to be another long sleeve shirt underneath, as she could see another color poking over the collar and wrists.
Was it even cold out? She couldn't feel if it was.
X23 refused to let most things in.
The boy hesitated a moment under the scrutiny, throwing up both hands to show he was coming in peace.
She looked like a rich girl with those designer clothes -- so what was she doing on this side of downtown?
Yet the makeup was like something those older high school scene kids wore, but the smudges of red on her face and bare shoulders told a far more worrying story.
Maybe one of abuse...
And a bad home...
His good samaritan instincts kicked in -- but selfishly, she had the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen and it was hard to look away.
"I'm Wes." He greeted her thousand yard stare. "What's your name?" His non serious attitude was odd to her, but she did ponder the question.
Laura she wasn't too fond of.
She also didn't like X23, but it was the one burned into her memory.
"..." Was ultimately her response, because even if he wore a mask of kindness, it could slip away as easily into something ugly.
She wished he would go away.
"Nevermind, you don't haveta." He cleared his throat, then figured he'd do the thing he came here for and maybe to make himself look more casual, bending down to pick up a rock. "We can just talk... or I can just talk."
He whipped rocks that never seemed to land, talking about his life. "I live with my dad."
"Good guy." He wound his arm back before hucking.
"But he... he's uh... a trucker." He sucked on his teeth, wondering how low class that might've made him seem to her. "So I never really get to see him that much." He looked away then down. Then in a squint, he trained his eyes on her. "Mom uuuuh..." He nearly said 'momma', but caught himself. "Mom passed away when I was really little." Why did his throat close up when he tried to say that to her? He was over it.
"Listen uhm... like I said, my dad's out working." His hand scratched along his hairline, before his palm opened out to her. "If you need somewhere safe to sleep, you can stay at my place as long as you like..." He then rubbed the back of his head. "... at least until dad gets back."
There was no still no reply from her, still incredibly guarded of her territory.
His eyes flicked up and down.
Did... did he come on too strong?
His lips pursed, feeling like he should walk away and leave her be.
The angular girl rose up, making it clear she was slightly taller than him -- or at least it was those boots that did it... he hoped.
It was the one moment he felt intimidated -- like she was a black widow spider or something with her movements and dress. The faded blood didn't help.
Staring down her nose at him, it was like she was judging him despite her aloofness.
His earlier question to mind.
When it came to names, X23 decided on the lesser of two evils.
"Laura." Explaining the meaning of her first name was beyond even her.
"Laura-" He repeated back while tapping his forehead with the side of his index finger, as if signifying that he'd remember it. "That's a nice name." He jutted it out her way.
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"Here we are." He announced after a turn of his key.
Wes stepped into darkness before quickly illuminating himself.
Following him inside, she stood still as he locked the door behind her. There was a scuttle of a train from above. Though not as loud as she was expecting, she kind of liked it, hoping it would return soon. It drowned out the city, only for the arguing and distant gunshots to come rushing back as soon as it was gone.
The bright green and faux gold striped wallpaper was like a bandaid over the aged apartment, the light switches and ceilings yellowed. The dirty carpet reminded her of the old hotel, though she quickly grew envious of the wide open spaces from the kitchen to the couch.
She motioned to take off her boots, but he reached out. "Nah, you don't have to." He then lead her around the corner.
Down the hallway, X23's attention was absorbed by the walls adorned with pictures, catching onto a few recurring figures.
Dust was on all of the frames, but she had no room to talk.
There was the father, obviously.
Rows of school photos of Wes through the years, going through several phases of goofy until he resembled who he was now. Wes threw up his arms, acting like a scarecrow trying to cover them up. "Uuuuh, don't look at those ones."
She then stopped dead in her tracks.
One person in particular captured her interest: a mousey, light haired woman, sometimes with glasses, sometimes without. A family photo of them all together was her centerpiece. In front of a picnic table and the bluest water X23 had ever seen, the mother and father were swinging a young Wes wearing shorts up into the air, the woman strained while the father was tranquil.
"Miss her?" She asked in her weirdly robotic yet forward way.
Caught off guard because it was the most she had said to him besides her name, he stumbled into his answer. "Ah, yeah." He sniffed.
He lingered for a moment by her side, wondering what she saw in it, having passed by this photo for most of his life. Of course it was his mom, but... y'know...
His hand brushed her elbow.
Her blades tensed, ready to pop. 'Stupid, stupid, don't trust anybody, stupid!'
Yet before Wes could notice her death stare, he had stepped away, opening another door. "This is your room. It's my dads, but he won't mind." He lied.
... 'Stupid.'
Hand on the doorframe, she leaned around the corner and peered in, before she hurriedly bypassed him, stepping into the room.
Wes could sense the excitement in her, but he kept it to himself.
No garbage, no messes.
The room was normal...
She even liked the oil painting of horses grazing in a field
X23 ran her hand over the celestial patterned dark blue blanket, the suns and moons a faded yellow. The queen size felt opulent, the two matching pillows perfectly placed up against a bass bed frame which reflected her face, which she tried her best to avoid.
"Try not to... mess... anything... up." His delivery awkward, as that was his nice way of saying 'don't steal anything.'
X23 poured herself onto the bed, arms thrown, knees & legs curled into a tail. She laid loose with an inviting aura, like a supermodel on a beach towel, though her stern faced beauty portrayed the reality: Look but don't touch.
He gave a nod, obeying that rule.
Wes felt like he was pushing his luck, but he had one more question for her. "Do you want the light on or off?"
"..." Dumb question. Of course, 99% of people sleep in the dark...
*creaaaaak-clk*
How long would it be before he found her again?
Ruminating in the darkness, her fears felt all consuming. Like she hadn't really escaped her pimps influence.
She contorted into her usual fetal position, and her thoughts shifted like her body.
Tears streamed down her face, knowing she could never be like Wes' mother.
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