“So what’s your deal man? Why are you always so quiet?” Cheyenne breaks the silence as they have been walking without talking to each other for a while now. “What deal?” Daniel looks at her and quickly looks back ahead at the road. “I mean are you a runaway or something?” She asks curiously. He stays silent for a while and after a few minutes he says “Yes I am.” Cheyenne looks at him and tries to read his expressions but fails as he has none on his face.
Daniel knits his eyebrows when he sees Cheyenne walk towards a tattoo shop. The shop is dimly lit inside with a big glowing, red sign board with the shop’s name displayed on the outside of the shop. The shop is called ‘Ink Express’, the inside could be seen through the glass walls and Daniel noticed the various designs that has been drawn on the walls. Cheyenne pushes the glass door open and looks back at Daniel who is now just standing in front of the shop with a puzzled look on his face. “This is where we live.” She smiles at him. “You said you lived in a homeless shelter.” He questions her. “Just get in you will understand everything once you get in.” She chuckles and walks in the shop. He hesitantly follows her and gets in the shop as well. “Finally you’re home, you got the food?” A guy from behind the reception counter stands up and walks towards Cheyenne and hugs her tightly.
The guy is filled with tattoo, the parts of his skin that are exposed is marked with various shades of ink. Only his face doesn’t have any tattoo on it, he has a very square face; his bone structure is very prominent. “Yeah I did, where is Peter? Is he downstairs?” She lets him go and hands him her bag that she was carrying on her back. “Yeah he is, hold on who is this guy? Another one of your hook ups or something?” The guy laughs and places the bag on the counter and starts taking out the packets of food that was in it. “No he is a stray like us, he has a back story but he won’t tell that to me yet.” She looks Daniel’s way and smirks and walks towards the door by the counter and opens it and starts walking down the stairs that seems like it leads to the basement. Daniel keeps staring her way to see where she is headed to but gets startled when he feels a pat on his shoulder.
“Woah! dude didn’t mean to startle you. What’s your name man? I’m Antony, want some?” He forwards a packet of spaghetti towards Daniel. Daniel shakes his head and keeps looking around the shop to see all the machines and cool designs scattered around the room. “You sit down man, don’t be so uptight.” Antony points at the leather couch kept in the corner while stuffing his mouth with spaghetti. Daniel slowly walks to the couch and sits down on it while fidgeting with his fingers.
Zen silently stares at her and starts contemplating whether he should tell her the truth or not. He knows she will hate him for her entire life. “I understand Belle, but I don’t know where he is. I’m sorry I’m not capable of finding him out.” He slowly wipes the tears that rolled down her cheeks. She closes her eyes and rests her forehead on his and holds his hand tightly. “It’s okay, I know you must have tired your best.” She smiles a little and plants a soft kiss on his lips. He blankly stares at her, a part of him is eating away at him. The feeling of guilt is sinking in and is in the verge of breaking down and confessing everything to him.
Isabelle was standing in the kitchen in front of the fridge contemplating on what to eat as she got quiet hungry. It is unusual for her to get hungry so late in the night but she is stressed and that can only be the possible reason for her to want something to eat. After staring at the food items in the fridge she finally decides to eat an apple. She bends down and gets a red apple from the fridge drawers and walks to the sink and gives it a nice wash with luke warm water. She walks to the counter and takes out the chopping board from the cabinet and takes out her chopping knife from the drawer.She starts to chop up the apple and starts to get lost in all the bad thoughts, she starts imagining all the bad things that might have happened to Daniel. Suddenly she feels a pair of hand go around her waist, she gets startled and drops the knife from her hand. She takes a deep breath in and relaxes after realizing that it’s Zen."Did I scare you baby? You were taking too long and I started missing you so badly." He says leaning in towards the side of her face from behind. "Y—yes, I just wanted some time off from you but you are so needy that you followed me here also." Her voice drops down to an octave and she tries to annoy him and it works. He says nothing and makes her ass meet his crotch, as he slowly starts grinding on it.
"You know, if you didn't look so damn hot in this silk night dress of yours, I would have left you all alone but I can’t." He says hovering his lips over the bare skin of her neck. Her breath hitches and her mouth goes dry as she closes her eyes, slowly melting on him forgetting all her stress for the time being. He squeezes her waist hard bringing her back to the reality. "I'm sorry Zen, please don't be mad at me I didn’t mean what I said earlier." She says in a begging tone. He says nothing and licks her neck and bites down on it. More of those sinful noises come out of her mouth and she holds onto the kitchen counter tightly, trying to keep herself from falling down.
She feels his hand go down to her butt cheeks from her waist; her body naturally makes them stick out to him more. His hands ghost over her them and a hard slap lands on her left butt cheek."Ahhh!!" She moans and groans at the same time, all of sudden, she feels him rip the back of her night dress in one go from behind. She hears clinking noises, of what it seems like something brittle is jiggling. Isabelle just realized he took off his pants and she knows exactly what is coming next; she knows very well she will pay for the statement she made a while ago.
The basement is very dimly lit; Daniel keeps on looking at the closed doors to make up what they hold behind them. A part of him is very paranoid and can’t believe that a complete stranger is helping him for no apparent reason. It’s quite unbelievable for him to wrap his head around the fact that someone won’t be asking for something in return from him, all his life he has been used; even his own mother used him for her own advantage. “This is the only spare room we have, it’s quite small but I know you will manage.” Cheyenne splashing him a small and pushes a small door by the kitchen. Daniel slowly walks in and looks around the empty room. It has nothing; no even a bed. &
Daniel stares at the morning sun from inside the cafe, he closes his eyes and soaks in the sunlight that is falling on him through the glass wall by which he has been sitting on for quite some time now. Cheyenne is busy cleaning up the cafe with the other staffs as it is almost time to open up the cafe, she brought him along with her as she didn’t want him to feel alone. When she was getting ready Daniel had already woken up and was sneaking around the house; most probably so that he doesn’t make any sound and wake up the others. “Hey Daniel, what would you like to have for breakfast? We have nice pancakes you want some?” She asks after sta
“So what’s his deal?” Antony asks Cheyenne while helping her clean the dishes. Dinner time dishes are Cheyenne’s to do but Antony is helping her as she is tired after the long shift. “He was stuck in a mental asylum and he isn’t from here either he is a New Yorker.” She tells him while washing up the last plate. “How did he end up here in Chicago?” He wipes the plate and puts it on the rack. “I don’t know I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with all the questioning but I know that he is madly in love with a girl and he wants to go to her.” She sighs while wiping her hand on the kitchen apron she is wearing. “Then why doesn’t he go to them? And he kind of creeps me out with his intense gaze, he doesn’t even talk much.” He walks to the fridge and takes ou
“Tell me about her tell us what happened to you.” Cheyenne makes Daniel sit on the couch beside her after bringing him down from the tattoo shop. “I don’t want to talk about the past.” Daniel stares at his lap silently. She slowly holds his chin and makes him look at her, his dried down tear stains are visible on his cheeks, his nose is a shade of crimson red due to him rubbing it constantly. A soft smile appears on her face while she wipes the residue of tears from his eyes. “Okay, fine we won’t talk about her but I think it will be wonderful if you started working in my cafe with me. What say? Won’t it be nice?” She asks him. Daniel slowly smiles at her and nods his h
It is a nice summer night, warm breeze blowing inside the cottage Isabelle and Zen are leaving in. She loves it, every moment of it. She is sitting by the open balcony and staring at the ocean while sipping on a cup of coffee. Tim is fast asleep in his room and Zen has gone out to do some business meetings. Even on vacation he has to work, Isabelle sighs and stares at the abundance of water in front of her. Her mind subconsciously slips to the memories of the past. A smile comes up on her face recalling moments she spent with Daniel planning a vacation just like this.She slowly puts down the coffee cup from her hand on the nicely polished wooden porch and starts w
“I’m sorry I don’t I... I’m sorry Zen.” She whispers looking down at her lap. “You are mine you hear me?! Just mine!” He gets in front of her and holds her face in his large hand and squeezes her