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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

Maybe because of how flustered and air-headed she was, she didn't notice he had averted his attention momentarily. Besides, she couldn't even see his face properly as he hugged her tightly, cheeks touching and unable to move and see his expression. However, when he finally moved his head away from hers, she did take notice of something. At first, she wasn't sure if it was only her imagination, but for a split of a second, she thought she had seen him looking somewhere else. Somewhere... behind her? Then again, maybe it was just her imagination. Though, she was sure she had no reason to suspect him of looking at other women. Well, maybe she did, given that he did have many other girlfriends before and he did look like one of those guys flirting around. Not to mention it wouldn't be such a strange thing to like another woman instead of his, well, sister. But, even so, she knew her brother better than that. And no matter how rotten he would ever become, she would never believe that he would actually play with her feelings... But why was she over thinking things again?

Chloe had returned to normal as he once again teased her, answering it with a sigh, not that she wouldn't have expected that kind of an answer. However, the brotherly kiss on her forehead was more than welcomed, suddenly feeling like a child again at the recall of her childhood and the times he would treat her like this. She always loved this part of him and how he would always show her a smile. Nowadays, it wasn't really 'all the time' that she would receive a smile, but that made her all the more grateful whenever he would actually give her one of those 'Trent-like' expressions. This is the way she liked to see him. To see her brother happy even after all he'd gone through because of their father.

His next comment, however, brought her back to her senses, shame washing over her as she finally realized what they just did and how easily she gave in to the circumstances. A blush crept to her cheeks once again. She couldn't even dare to look anywhere else, in fear of meeting some stares. "You sure love making things look worse, don't you?" she mumbled and pinched his cheeks in a funny way. "In that case... As soon as we bought the cake we're out. I don't feel like eating it in front of the people who just saw us... um... kissing. I'd rather eat it when we're back home." she suggested, figuring it would be too much to have people stare at her even when eating.
 
Trent would have been lying if he said he hadn’t expected her reaction. As forward as she’d been accepting his pleas , she was still Chloe, and she was still a virgin girl who wasn’t that well acquainted with the world of sexual encounters. As such her suggestion to buy the cake and head home wasn’t surprising in the slightest. In fact, Trent already had a response prepared for it. Smirking confidently as he tipped his head to the side in mock thought.

“You sure? I mean eating back at the cold crappy cave, it probably won’t taste half as good as when you’d eat over there in that nice homely café. It’s also probably nice and warm in there. Don’t you think it’d be a shame to pass the opportunity up for something as trivial as been stared at? It’s not like you’re ashamed or anything to have kissed me right?” he asked, he knew his question at the end was a bit mean, but he wanted to know what Chloe was thinking inside that head of hers. She was embarrassed, sure, he knew that much. But was she also ashamed that she’d given into him? That she’d kissed someone she didn’t even know all that well?

“Plus, it just a kiss. Best kiss I’ve ever had, but just a kiss nonetheless.” He stated casually, “It’s not like we did anything socially unacceptable. Unless you’re one of those rare girls who can get pregnant through kissing?” he mocked. Figuring that not even Chloe could be sexually naïve enough to believe that. After all, she might have been socially reclusive and an introvert, but that didn’t mean she was stupid.

“Think about it Chloe, you’re going to be uncomfortable either way, either because of people, or because of the environment, in the meantime….” He unwrapped his hand from her waist, and pulled her off to his side, an arm still circling her back and draped over her shoulder, he wasn’t holding her hand anymore, but the new gesture seemed more casual than intimate.A change from innocent hand holding, to a more sexually possessive hold. He slowly took a step towards the store, tugging on Chloe to follow him, regardless of where they ate they’d still have to go inside if she wasn’t going to give up on her chocolate cake.
 
Chloe could already imagine what was going on in his mind as he smirked at her, as if he was planning to mock her again. And then it came. His excuse to make her stay and eat at the café instead of eating the cake at home. Or what he called, the cold crappy cave. Though, at this particular moment, she didn't see it as bad as before. Not when she knew that if she stayed here she would have to face the slight embarrassment of having people giving them that kind of look which made her want to dig a hole and hide in it. Then again, she too, was probably a little bit too much for caring about what the people around her thought of her. After all, they could not do anything to her.

However, his sudden taunting made her frown slightly and make her attempt to hide her face which was now a little redder. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You do know that I'm... embarrassed. About everything I did. And it's only your fault for making me kiss you, because you looked like some sort of begging puppy." she mumbled back, this time returning the mockery. If he wanted to make fun of her, she could do the same. Besides, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having the upper hand.

The way he stated things so casually urged her to give him a beating, even as his little sister. Here she was all flustered, and he too, was the same some minutes ago, only to have him now tease her about it. Though, the part about doing something socially unacceptable... She barely refrained from saying something. If only he knew she knew the truth, she bet he wouldn't smile anymore. Not only was it unacceptable... it was completely forbidden. A taboo subject. Still, nobody would know that they were brothers from a single glance. Chloe had to roll her eyes, though, at his joke about pregnancy. "Kissing leading to pregnancy. Sure. I may look like some sort of innocent person to you, but I'm not that dumb." she commented.

And she was completely fooled. "Hey, hey... are you trying to fool me again?" she mumbled frowning as he led her inside, flustered again as he held his arm draped over her shoulder. But, in the end she shook her head and sighed, giving up. How bad could it be? "You better not make any funny moves on me at least while I'm eating. I don't want even more people staring." she spoke in a lower voice as to not be heard by the others around them.
 
Trent chuckled at her retort. Just as Chloe could depend on him to tease and play with her, Trent could always trust Chloe to make a snappy remark right back at him. It was actually pretty fun watching her get all flustered and bothered. He didn’t want to annoy her too much, but he wasn’t entirely sure where the boundaries were, and if Chloe really would object to him testing them. With thoughts of their passionate shared kiss still fresh in his mind, he couldn’t wipe the proud grin of delight off his face, there was probably only one thing in the world that could upset him right now, and that one thing was something Chloe had refrained from pointing out. A wise move seeing as how bringing that topic up at all would result in their relationship cracking and most likely shattering into something which couldn’t ever be mended.

“Begging puppy huh? I’ll keep that in mind” he mumbled quietly to himself, leading her into the store only to have several of the café’s patrons immediately turn their heads away to avert making eye contact. Earning a slight scoff from Trent, it seemed like everyone around here these days was a bit naïve and shy. Rather ironic considering how there was a poster of a woman in a bikini advertising cars on the other side of the street. A semi-nude woman in an advertisement was okay, but two people kissing was such a big deal? Though, he supposed it depended on how pretty the woman was, the blond on the billboard was someone he’d seen a few times while working, and while physically on the attractive side, she might as well be soiled in dirt and wearing peasant robes when compared to Chloe… at least in Trents eyes.

“No funny moves while you’re eating?” he asked as they were led to a table by a blushing waitress. The poor girl trembling with more embarrassment that Chloe had during the kiss. Trent caught her glancing at him a few times but ignored it. Not really minding the attention as much as Chloe seemed to be.

Waiting for Chloe to sit down, Trent made no move towards his own seat, instead hunching over Chloe’s back, wrapping his arms over her shoulders and showing off his affection for everyone to see. “One whole chocolate cake,” he ordered before the waitress could walk away. There was no point in looking at the menu as Trent already knew what to order. Smirking at Chloe’s tense body he leaned his head over her shoulder parting his lips and slipping his tongue out before running his tongue from her chin up her cheek, a bit of moisture clinging to Chloe’s face as he turned to the waitress again. “And it better taste as good as my girlfriend here” he smirked, watching as the girl bumbled backward and collided with a seated customer. Her head shaking frantically from side to side as if she’d just been told some horrible truth she didn’t want to have seen.

Figuring Chloe would have something to say he nuzzled his head against hers, “You’re not eating yet Mistress, so let this little puppy of yours show everyone how loyal he is to those he loves.” He teased, referencing her earlier comment about him begging her like a dog.
 
Well, it was hard not to notice how everybody seemed to avert their eyes all of a sudden as if to make things even more obvious. Thus, focused more on her surroundings, she didn't really hear his mumbling and she probably wouldn't have heard him even if she was attentive. The moment he had talked again, she left the cafe's patrons to look up at the red head, nodding in a very strict fashion, to let him know that she really was serious about it. Not that she had many hopes for the request to be fulfilled. It was funny how the waitress seemed to be even more embarrassed than her. Then again, she felt sorry for her... and for herself too, ironically. Sorry because her older brother turned out to be so mean, always teasing her. And it was no doubt it was with intention, because he surely was aware of the fact that she was his little sister.

Trent making no move towards his own seat was the first sign that made her apprehend he was up to something sly once again. She was about to warn him to avoid mocking her again, when she suddenly felt his arms wrapping over her shoulders. Too late. She closed her mouth which attempted to say something and turned her head slightly. While she kind of felt awkward to have a whole cake for just the two of them, Chloe figured it wasn't as important as the fact that he was on to something. After all, he was some kind of a trickster at times and usually, it would be her to be embarrassed to no end because of his actions.

Blue eyes opened wide in surprise at the feeling of his tongue running up from her chin to her cheek, suddenly getting hotter at the thought that everyone would be seeing this. Having Trent doing such a sexual gesture was already enough to make her blush, but doing this in public made it all the worse for her flushed face. The next words, however, where the 'cherry on top of the cake'. At that, she couldn't help but keep her mouth hanging open, shocked with what he said to the waitress. From all the things he could say, he just had to say something so obviously lewd to the poor waitress. No, but leaving that woman aside, she was the one to be the most embarrassed here. For a couple of moments, Chloe sat there, motionless, mouth open and the redness covering her face and ears.

The brunette only recovered from the shock when he nuzzled his head with hers, waking up to reality to place a hand against her cheek and then wipe it thoroughly with her long sleeve. His teasing made her realize he was doing that because of her earlier comments. Slightly frowning, she pouted and then came up with an idea herself. The idea was just enough to make the scowl fade away and bring an unusual smile as if nothing happened. "How about sitting right there?" she suggested, pointing to the seat in front of her. Facing him while eating would probably be a challenge, but what she had in mind for him was worth it, if it would work just like how she wanted it. Payback time. With just the same type of weapons.
 
If Trent and Chloe hadn’t already received enough attention coming inside, they were certainly getting it now. Several customers pointedly looking in the opposite direction, Trent caught a grey haired man wearing a waiters uniform glaring at him disapprovingly, but there were no rules stating that customers couldn’t be overly clingy, and it wasn’t uncommon for couples to kiss here once in awhile. It was just that the kisses were often brief, casual or innocent, which differed greatly from the lewd sexual gestures Trent kept making. He felt a bit uncomfortable being so clingy in public, but watching Chloe’s reaction to everything had become something he enjoyed thoroughly, and he waited curiously, wondering how long it’d take before she pushed him off, or spat some venom in his direction.

His prediction ended up being completely wrong though, and when Chloe casually suggested that he take a seat, her expression unchanged, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. He loved seeing Chloe embarrassed and confused, so her current response which seem overly calm and collected seemed a bit boring. It hurt when she rejected him, but when she usually did so, it was reflective of her embarrassment, which wasn’t synonymous to unwillingness. This time though, she seemed to not care too much. And that had Trent worried. He hadn’t intended to annoy Chloe too much but perhaps he’d taken things a bit too far this time? Did her straight face mean she was pissed? Would he have to make it up to her later? And if so, what else could he offer?

Fearing the worst, he obediently unwrapped his arms from her, hanging his head a bit as he trudged over to the indicated seat. Slumping down in it and fidgeting as the grey haired waiter strutted towards their table, holding a wooden tray that held a large chocolate brown cake. Trent wasn’t that big a fan of sweets, cakes or other delights of the nature, but even he felt his mouth watering a bit at the sight of the simple yet appealing cake. Trent could feels eyes staring at them once again. It wasn’t uncommon for people to purchase whole cakes here, but seldom was the cake actually eaten in the store, certainly not by two people at least anyway. Watching silently as the man placed two smaller floral patterned trays on the table, the man shot Trent a dirty glare of warning before bowing his head at the pair and heading back to his post. The girl who’d taken their order had probably asked the man who seemed to be a manager of sorts to handle the hard to deal with couple.

“Uhh Chloe?” he asked carefully, not entirely sure what his sister was thinking. She didn’t look too annoyed, but there was a dangerous glimmer in her eye that made Trent cautious. He could sense her thinking something over, but what that something was he hadn’t a clue. All he could do for now was wait patiently and see what his sister had in store for him, while hoping that it wouldn’t be something that’d ruin their day together..
 
((I can almost imagine this ending up with the two being kicked out. XD))

There was no way he would not feel even a tiny bit embarrassed to do such lewd things in public, she figured. And that was the main reason she came up with a plan so easily. If he could make her blush, she could easily return the favor in her own style. And what was even better was the fact that she would not even embarrass herself in the process. Just him. This would be like the best feeling of satisfaction ever. The word 'mercy' didn't have any meaning anymore as she carefully scanned the people around them, noticing most of the people tried to look in the opposite direction. Just perfect.

It was surprising to see him be so 'obedient'. Then again, her expression probably made him be a little more cautious of her. And he wasn't wrong even in the slightest, because she really did intend to make fun of him. She could also see how he was fidgeting as the waiter came over. She kind of hated the way the gray haired man glared at Trent, but maybe this way he would be a little more docile. Or at least, enough not to try to do something in return for what she was going to do next.

Once the waiter left them, she turned her attention to the red head, keeping up the sweet smile. "Mhm?" she mumbled as she took a slice of cake and casually started taking bites of it in a sort of cutesy way. But things were just starting to go as planned. Thankfully, the table was covered with a long white table-cloth just enough to hide their legs and what would happen under the table itself. Easily lifting her leg, the tip of her foot lightly brushed against his crotch, before she took another bite of her chocolate cake, eyes playfully glancing at him, obviously taunting him on purpose. "Aren't you going to eat too? After all, I can't it all by myself." she suggested and then she rested her cheek against the palm of her free hand. Again, her foot moved to tease him, barely being able to refrain from a smug grin. Sure, she was somehow embarrassed too, but that was only because it was the first time she was doing such thing to a guy. However, there was no one to see what she was doing, and thus, no need to be embarrassed as much as earlier.
 
Cautious and a bit worried, he didn’t like the way Chloe had remained silent thus far. Unable to bear the silence for much longer he was about to apologize to her when she quietly took a slice of cake and started eating it in a way that made his heart melt. Her expression and mannerism making him want to get back over to her side and hug her until she suffocated, he probably would have made some lewd remark, but he was still uncertain how she’d react after the lick he’d given her earlier. The waitress, waiter, even the other customers were irrelevant and unimportant, for all he cared they could want him dead. But Chloe, if Chloe was upset with him, he’d be willing to flip the world upside down just to get on her good side again.

Suddenly feeling something brush against the front of his jeans he flinched backwards trying to get away from what he quickly realized was Chloe’s foot. His eyes immediately went to Chloe, a look of concern on his face as he thought at first that she was trying to kick him where it’d hurt. Her playful tone however confused him, and when he felt the shoe brush against his cock again, he let out a gasp of pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed as he move his hips a bit forward this time. His cheeks flushing red, it would have appeared as if Chloe had succeded in embarrassing him only for a moment, when in reality Trent wasn’t embarrassed but aroused.

Slipping his hand under the table and grabbing the back of her Shoe, he quickly slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor before guiding her foot over his crotch, the fabric of the stocking she was wearing feeling nice to touch, Trent wondered what it’d feel like to touch her bare legs, or even better to be touched by her bare legs, but he didn’t want to dissuade Chloe from continuing. Guiding her foot with one hand he let out a quiet little moan of pleasure as he made her foot brush against him again, one hand clutching onto the side of the table trying to steady himself as he crouched forward. “Chloe….” He whimpered pathetically, looking at her with the same pleading eyes as earlier. He hadn’t expected in his wildest dreams that Chloe would ‘reward’ him for his actions, but perhaps calling her ‘mistress’ even as a joke had stirred a more dominant side of her? Either way, this was the closest thing he’d gotten to sex besides kissing thus far, and he wasn’t going to let her back out. His lips parted and roughly taking in short bursts of air, he was already getting hard imagining all the things this could possibly lead to,
 
((Aaand I'm home for the rest of the day. I'm a completely happy person now. XD))

Chloe watched him carefully, or rather, just his expression. For some twisted reason, she kind of liked seeing him getting redder and quite needy from her point of view. Then again, maybe because he too made her get completely red with his behavior, so now, she was enjoying to take her so called revenge. But, maybe, just maybe, she also liked to see him feeling such pleasure to the point where he actually let out a gasp. By now, the brunette was almost wondering if perhaps she's actually turning into the same type of pervert her brother was. She shook that idea away. No, she was just doing this as payback for earlier.

And to her dismay, it took her a couple of moments to realize he was actually enjoying this too much, and didn't seem embarrassed that much. Alright, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Taking another bite of chocolate flavored cake, she almost dropped the spoon as she felt his hand taking off her shoe. "What-" she barely mumbled and seemed a little bit surprised as he guided her foot. For a short moment she blushed slightly and frowned at him. She shook her head and sighed, before taking another bite, keeping the spoon over her lower lip as she pondered on something. Glancing back at him, she pushed her foot lightly, against his crotch. He was moaning. Honestly, she would have lied if she said she didn't feel aroused hearing the pleasure sounds slipping out his mouth. And when he even called her name, she felt a shiver running up her spine. This was getting too sexual, despite the fact that they were still in public.

She could see his pleading eyes, however, she had to remind herself she wasn't doing this to reward him for what he did earlier. She had to make him just embarrassed as she was. Her lips curving into a smirk, she motioned that is a 'no no' with her finger. "We're still in public. Moaning and using me to pleasure you is not nice, Trent. What if everyone here would notice you looking at me in such a lewd way, with that flushed face and that puppy-like expression on your face? Nobody would think I'm the perverted one here, however, that isn't the case for you. Besides, if that waiter over there saw you behaving improperly again, he would probably kick you out of here. And little Chloe right here would just stay behind and eat by herself." she explained, suddenly getting all sorts of things running through her mind. All just to tease the red head. "And you know what? Since Chloe right here would be alone, there would be many chances to have other guys flirt with her. You wouldn't want that, would you?" she suggested, licking the chocolate left on the spoon. "So. Don't you think you have something to say to me?" she added, waiting for an apology with a smile.
 
Trent honestly didn’t care if others noticed how pathetic he looked, this was the first sexual advance Chloe had made of her own accord, and even if the waiter came back and cursed him and tried to throw him out, he was confident he’d be able to turn the tables and kick the old gray haired bastard out instead. Somewhere in his mind he did acknowledge how inappropriate the idea was, both kicking the rightful workers at the café, as well as being pleasured by his own sister in a public area, but his mind was too far gone to register important details like who was in the right, and how he was in the wrong.

Narrowing his eyes in shameful pleasure, he let out another needy moan as her foot brushed against his manhood yet again. Biting his lips and moving his hips forward so that he was just sitting on the edge of his chair, he wanted more. The brief teasing brushes were torturous and cruel, pleasuring him enough to keep him wanting more, but not enough to actually allow him the pleasure he really craved. Part of him considered jumping out of his seat, and pouncing on Chloe, teaching her a lesson of a lifetime. It wouldn’t be right, and doing such a thing would probably make him end up behind bars, but that was starting to seem like a small price to pay to be sexually connected with his sister on proper terms.

“B-but Chloe…” he whimpered childishly, a desperate look in his eyes that gave off the impression he’d die if she stopped now and left him the way he was. “Please, I need you” he continued bucking his hips forward and trying to get the friction he craved. He didn’t know what Chloe wanted seeing as he wasn’t even sure he’d done anything wrong now. If an apology had been what she’d wanted, she wouldn’t have initiated such a perverted move on him right? Plus it wasn’t his fault for being so flirty in public with her, that was it. It wasn’t his fault, it was her fault for not accepting his advances in private. What he did react to was the comment about Chloe being left alone and having ‘other’ guys flirt with her. His heart being clawed at by the mere suggestion of the possibility, Trent had thought he was the arrogant one, but apparently Chloe was projecting that she too could get any man she wanted, and that Trent was just a single fish in a vast ocean. And the thought was enough to shock him out of his lustful state his hand releasing her foot his eyes shining with moisture as he got up out of his seat, actually looking as if he were about to burst into a mad frenzy. There were certain things that could harm a person deep down, and for Trent, that was the possibility that he was just being used by Chloe as a cashbank. He kept telling himself it was fine for as long as Chloe stayed with him, but if he was just one of many, she’d probably jump ship the moment someone who was more her time type came along.

“Fine, flirt with whoever you want, he snapped, getting a few bewildered stares from the customers. Now a completely different person from the flirty smug person they’d seen so far. “Enjoy your meal” he stated, “And enjoy paying for it as well, maybe you can use your charm on old beady there to waiver the bill for you.” A voice in his head was yelling at him to stop and reconsider, but once he’d gotten started he couldn’t hold his feelings back. While his mind had been overcome with lustful desire when Chloe had brushed her foot against him, and even gone as far as kissing him in public earlier, more than anything he thought he’d finally started to win her over. But her comment had crushed his happiness, feeling betrayed by her comments, if she wanted to just use him then she had another thing coming.

A emotional darkness swirled in his eyes as he got started to take a few steps towards the exit. He wouldn’t leave Chloe alone. He’d spend the rest of his life stalking her and scaring anyone that approached her away if he needed to. Chloe was his, and his only. And if he had to commit criminal or even murderous acts to keep her, then he’d do so without a flicker of hesitation. And if thing came down to it, he’d kill Chloe and then himself. If he couldn’t have her, no one could. And the moment such possessive dark thoughts entered his mind the glint of silver from a nearby table caught his eye. A simple tableknife hardly a weapon, but depending on how it was used, it could be lethal.
 
Chloe was startled as he suddenly released her foot and gave her an expression which left her speechless. He was angry with what she said, and honestly, after a second thought, she realized she really did step the line there. Still, she didn't intend to make it sound like she really was going to flirt with other guys. Hell, she didn't even have a reason for it, given that she knew that the only person she could trust no matter what and the only one who would care for her as much as she cared about him was him. Even if she usually got mad at him lately, he was still the most important person for her. Thus, it was no surprise that she was worried now as he got up from his seat and practically snapped.

While earlier she was embarrassed and very self-conscious regarding their 'public', this time the fact that the others would watch this scene and probably give her some hard stares too in the end, Chloe had pushed that thought aside as if it was nothing compared to the fear taking over her heart which was racing at this point. He couldn't be leaving her, right? He wouldn't leave her alone once again, would he? For some reason, this reminded her of the time he left home. Though, this time it was worse. Much worse. He was leaving her behind, because of her. All sorts of thoughts ran through her mind, before he actually started walking towards the exit.

No way in hell would she let him leave her again. Even if it was her fault. He was gone for ten years already, she didn't want to miss him for another ten. Checking her blazer's pockets, she quickly got out some money and left them on the table. She did have some money left after she left her house, though she kept them safe for the worst situations. However, this was bad enough to make ignore the money and leave even the delicious chocolate cake behind, from which she barely ate a slice, ironically. The red head was much more worthy than all those material things.

As soon as she solved the paying matter, she got up from her seat and caught up with him, taking a tight hold of his arms. Tight enough to make him attentive and look at her. Screw the spectators. She wasn't going to lose her brother because of something like embarrassment. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way! I was just trying to get back at you for making me embarrassed earlier, so don't... don't leave me." she pleaded, trying to keep in the tears by blinking repeatedly. "Also, I... I can get a job if you feel that it's too bothersome to pay for my expenses." she added, figuring that maybe that too was upsetting.
 
(Was planning to give in, but that's too cliche, and emotionally volatile xD Asshattery continues! xD)

It was almost ironic how their positions continually reversed at a moments notice. Having regained the power in the relationship, he probably would have gloated over the triumph had it not been for the fact that he had genuinely believed her when she said she’d find other guys to flirt with. Regardless of how Chloe saw herself Trent was convinced she was the most beautiful person around. Perhaps a little brotherly bias mixed into his opinion, but even then, in his mind it had been an insecurity for him the moment they’d found eachother again. Trent was confident in his own personal looks, but countless times he’d been told how difficult he was to deal with, and his insides weren’t as attractive as his external appearance. That much he was aware of.

Added to the fact that he was Chloe’s actual brother, he knew deep down that the only thing he had was a doomed chance with her. He might be able to fool her (or at least he thinks he has) for awhile, but sooner or later it was bound to come to light, and while Trent himself couldn’t care less about sibling taboo’s, and societal norms, Chloe was a girl, and from his experience girls tended to be much more self conscious of the opinion of their peers and environment. Furthermore, he didn’t want Chloe to live a life as a social outcast, so the little relationship he held so dearly was only a farce that could only be played until someone pointed out their relationship. Or worse, Chloe found out herself.

It was amazing how dark thoughts managed to spiral ones mind down a bottomless abyss. The more he thought about it, the better it seemed to take the dark route, perhaps he could lock Chloe up and keep her as his own personal pet? Sure she’d complain at first, never being able to feel the warmth of daylight again, but for the sake of his own happiness it was a small price to pay right? Chloe would understand, she had to. If worst came to worst he’d just end their lives, it was no big deal. He didn’t really have anything to live for, and judging from what he’d heard of Chloe’s circumstances, and the fact that she’d come to him instead of someone else indicated that she didn’t have much of a life to live either.

His attention snapped back to reality when he felt Chloe grabbing at his arm, her small little hands wrapped around his arms should have been heart warming, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. Her explanation going in through one ear and out the other. A voice snickered in his mind, reminding him that she was just using him to get by, and that sooner or later she’d wonder off and leave him alone. A scowl or irritation on his face, he tried to shake Chloe off, pointedly refusing to look her in the eye as he knew doing so would destroy any resistance he tried to show, he could already feel his heart wavering and being tugged on, but a voice kept reminding him that they couldn’t be together normally. And that even if he forgave her, it’d all fall apart a moment later. “What? As a hostess? I’m sure you’ll be able to rake in all the cash you need, you won’t need me then” he snapped at her, hating himself for his own words, but unable to take back what he’d already said. The mentioning of a job had probably been said with positive intentions, but in Trent’s mind it only emphasized that she thought the most important matter was that of her not having an income.
 
Chloe seemed quite shocked as he was so cold all of a sudden. It annoyed her greatly. He had moments when he would threaten her, but this kind of act was enough to make her boil. And what was worse, she couldn't ever reveal that the reason she wanted to stay with him was because she knew his identity. She could only shut up and endure it. But even so, as patient as she was, the brunette had some limits too. And while until she now she gave in to his ways on way or another, this was the last drop.

Seeing how 'upset' he was and how he didn't want to look her in the eyes, she loosened her grip and finally let go of his arm. The insults were over. Now it was about time she spoke too. "So, I'm apologizing here and begging you, but all I get is another harsh comment. You can mock me and embarrass me, and threaten me and I'm still here, yet it only takes just that for you to leave me behind. Sure, just keep going with the insults." she finally spoke, swallowing the knot which formed in her throat due to the urge to cry. She felt stupid for it, but it really didn't take much to make the tears roll down her face.

Still, she kept the tears for later. She would not cry in public, and surely not in front of him. That would just be a sly move from her part. "You actually think I'm after your money, don't you?" she inquired and shook her head with a forced smile. "You know what? You're right. I don't need you. I can just do that. This way, we'll both feel happy, right? Why don't you find another woman to replace your first crush?" she blurted out, before she pushed him aside and rushed outside, her own legs leading her forward, as if she actually knew where she was going to go to. However, in truth, the only place she could go was her house. Or maybe just the park in her neighborhood. At least there, she could calm down and think things over.

((Moar drama. XD))
 
Trent didn’t really know what sort of reaction he’d hoped for, but the reaction he gotten had probably been the worst case scenario. Throwing the blame back and forth however hadn’t done any good on either of them and Trent just scoffed at her accusation, thinking arrogantly that this was hardly his fault, she’d made several remarks about him making inappropriate advances on her in public, but how had doing it in private gone? At least here out in the public she’d be a bit more docile due to the eyes of others…. Or so he’d thought. In honesty he was probably just taking advantage of her self-conscious stat, but acknowledging that would be acknowledging that he’d been the one to make mistakes, and if he were to do that he knew he’d probably just end up being Chloe’s lapdog. Bowing to her every demand and getting nothing out of it.

He didn’t say anything when Chloe brought up the topic of money. He didn’t want to admit it, but at the same time he couldn’t deny her that that was indeed how he felt. Instead he just remained quiet, the silence being more than enough to confirm how Trent felt. Her next comment though actually penetrated his thick skull, reminding him that Chloe was someone who couldn’t be replaced, someone he genuinely wanted by his side for as long as time would permit. But the words that came out of his mouth were in complete contrast to how he actually felt. “I didn’t think my first crush would by such an annoying little brat” he spat, his emotional mind failing to realize he’d once again admitted something that would give him away. Seeing Chloe speed off out the store, Trent actually took a few steps forward his hand reaching out to grab her, only to flinch mid stride, before dropping lifelessly down to his side.

Figuring that they both needed time to cool down, he turned back into the store, glaring fiercely at the gawking customers before walking back over to the table. Staring at the chocolate cake that had hardly been eaten, it felt awkward remaining here with so many eyes staring at him, a mixture of sympathy, hate, irritation and a spattering of other emotions directed his way. He pocketed the money Chloe had left, taking a seat and glaring at the cake as if it were to blame. He’d give Chloe a day to come back to him, and if she didn’t…. well, he knew what she looked like now so he’d spend his time looking for her. He didn’t have any real leads, but seeing as how she couldn’t enroll in a school without their fathers cooperation, or at least some other legal guardian, he’d just have to wonder around looking for part-time jobs which were seeking. Though he really hoped it wouldn’t come down to that.
 
Chloe could probably be mistaken for a stubborn child who didn't want to go home, but instead just sit down on the swing and clear her mind. So, he did think she was after his money. Then again, it wasn't that hard to believe it, seeing how she was supposedly not knowing his true identity. The only reason staying with a stranger would be some kind of 'love at first sight' or other mushy stuff like that, or simply just the need for a place to live. She couldn't just fake something loving him, right? Sure, she loved him, but she figured it was only her sister side which loved him. Indeed, she may have kissed him and probably had more than one perverted thought about him by now, but she couldn't easily come to the conclusion that she loved him more than a sister would... right? Pondering on this idea kind of worried her again. Needless to say she still had to somehow find a way to solve the current problem, but if she were to go back to him, wouldn't they get dipper into a troublesome situation? Not only was it a taboo to have such a relationship, but if someone caught a twenty-four years old guy with a seventeen years old school girl... let's say things would get out of hand.

She gave a sigh and ran her hands through her hair, frowning slightly. Going back home was the last thing she wanted. Both because she now knew where to find her brother, and because she feared her father would go nuts if he found her. If even Trent himself threatened to suffocate her the other night, she didn't want to imagine how would her crazy dad act when mad. Still, she couldn't just forgive the red head after everything he said to her, could she? Giving up on the little pride she had left to beg for forgiveness a second time? She bit her lip. While her pride was still there, she couldn't bear the thought of leaving Trent alone like that. Well, actually, she too, was alone, but he had been alone for much longer than her. She had her brutish father to nag her and yell at her, but he was simply all by himself. As bad as it sounded to stay with an old man who was out of his mind, her father's presence helped her keep some of her sanity.

And maybe, just maybe, she did need Trent. Not for the money or other stuff like that. Instead, for his presence. For that rare brother-like side he showed so rarely and maybe even for the shows of affection. The scowl on her face started to fade away slowly, and before she knew it, she was calm again, somehow regretting that she said such mean things to him. She had to admit that she too, was cruel, because he only wanted to show his feelings for her, and she only disappointed him with her evil remarks. Though, he did have times when he was doing it on purpose just to mock her. Yet, she couldn't be ignorant to all the things he had said, his help and his somewhat of a kindness.

Getting up, she gave up on her tantrum thoughts and placed her hands into her pockets as she walked down the street, trying to remember the way back to his place. That would be the only place to return after all. Unless he had other places to go? She bit her lip again. What if he got so mad he probably just found a woman to replace her? All the hope on her expression disappeared. Maybe she was just pessimist, but this could be a possibility. She swallowed dryly and hurried her pace, walking through the alleyway and hoping she would catch him while returning to his place or at least find him at home.
 
Unable to bring himself to eat in such an unwelcoming place, Trent eventually called over the gray haired waiter who eyed him harshly, his cold gray eyes clearly condemning him for not chasing after Chloe when she’d run off. Trent considered giving the man a piece of his mind, but decided against it when he realized he probably couldn’t validate his actions. His own desires were selfish ones, and trying to make someone else understand was not only pointless but futile. Not wanting to talk to the man Trent simply motioned that he was going to be taking the cake back home. Chloe might have been able to mistaken for a stubborn child, but Trent was actually going to act the part until the very end. Having no intentions of apologizing to her, he couldn’t change who he was, and had no intentions of changing. Chloe was the most important thing in his life now, but his life as a whole was more important. If asked if he’d die in his sister place, he’d have nodded his head without a moment of hesitation, but bowing to her every whim and demand was something completely different, he had something to gain from the former, but the way Chloe was, he probably wouldn’t be able to get what he really wanted from the girl if he just listened to her.

Taking the boxed cake, he let out a sigh, ignoring the worried glances he got from a few of the customers as he left. Trent knew it was wishful thinking, but he was really hoping Chloe would come back to him. He didn’t want an apology or an excuse. As long as she came back he’d be happy. But would Chloe actually come back to him? Judging from her last words there was always the possibility that she actually would find someone else to look after her. Hell, having not seen his father in ten years it was possible that Chloe would return home, thinking that her father was better than him. At the very least the living circumstances were.

“So much for a happy first date” he mumbled quietly, blaming himself for everything that had gone wrong. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he did feel as if he too had overstepped a few boundaries. He was more than aware how immature he’d acted over something so little. But the thought of letting someone else have Chloe was unbearable, and the thought that Chloe would want that hurt more than anything else. Trent couldn’t think of anything that’d hurt him more. Even if Chloe had called him completely worthless and unworthy of her attention he didn’t think he would have reacted as badly. Not meaning anything to her hurt, but someone else meaning more to her than him was just outright heart-wrenching. Another sigh, and a slight shiver, it was starting to get colder now, apparently having spent more time at the restaurant and café than he’d intended. He could only hope that Chloe would be waiting infront of his door when he returned home. If she’d found somewhere else to stay tonight, he’d grudgingly allow it and go pick her up first thing in the morning, but he wasn’t going to sleep peacefully tonight unless he knew for sure that Chloe was out of the cold.

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Chloe had apparently chosen a bad alley to walk through as the stench of a cigarette wafted through the heavy moist air. Shattered glass from beer bottles littered the alley and had she been paying attention to where she was instead of where she was headed, she probably would have avoided the alley completely, but by the time she realized where she was it’d be too late, a bony hand grabbing her from behind. “Hey there pretty, whatcha doin’ in a dark lonely alley like this?” the bald man asked, his hooked nose pierced with bits of silver. If someone painted him green he’d probably look like he popped out of some fantasy book where he’d been a goblin chieftain or something. The stench of smoke and uncleanliness wafted off his body, his hand so greasy that the part of Chloe’s dress he’d grabbed had turned darker from the slimy hands. “You shouldn’t wonder around alone, it’s dangerous ‘round these parts” the man warned her with a grin. Showing off his yellow chipped gnarled teeth.
 
Chloe was too busy with her own thoughts to actually mind her surroundings. Mostly because she had to find a way to apologize and somehow prove that she didn't mean to hurt Trent's feelings. The only problem was how? She couldn't let him know she knew that he was her brother and that's why she clung to him, despite his tricks, mockery and the threats. And in a way, she figured it was kind of normal to have a fight with a sibling from times to times. Siblings are always doomed to arguing once in a while, and for all she knew, they had never argued when they were kids. Maybe the fact that they spent so much time apart from each other changed their relationship so much, to the point where they actually started to act like children? Hardly to believe but possible. Besides, it was probably because he had been so kind to her all the time in the past, that he now felt like teasing her. She shrugged at the thought. While she knew him pretty much better than anyone, she still couldn't understand him thoroughly.

Her thoughts were disrupted, though, when she felt the smell of cigarette smoke and realized just what kind of path she took. She could barely remember the way back to Trent's place, so she tried her best to go on the same route they took the other day and earlier in the morning. However, the alleyway seemed so much scarier without her older brother to hold her hand. Even if it wasn't dark outside, it still held some kind of a dangerous feeling. And to her dismay, before she could even react, she felt someone grabbing her from behind. At that she panicked, quickly turning around to see a quite hideous 'character' looking like something out of a story with the ugly and bad guys.

The nose, the stench, and his over all appearance made her feel disgusted. Even her dress was ruined as he held it. But, more importantly, she had other things to worry about instead of her clothes and that was her safety. She barely refrained from letting out a 'yuck' as she noticed his teeth. At this point she surely regretted leaving the red head's side. "I-I'm really sorry, but I'm kind of hurrying to meet my... uh, boyfriend. And he might get really mad if I don't show up soon. So, would you k-kindly let go of me?" she stuttered out, hoping that he would at least be a little worried if he heard she had a boyfriend. This kind of stuff usually worked. At least that's what she hoped, as she struggled to get away from him.
 
The man’s expression changed drastically at the mention of a boyfriend. His toothy grin turning into a hideous sneer, a stench that somehow closely resembled sewage spewing out of his mouth and nostrils as the man dug cracked nails into her shoulder, annoyed that his prey would be wanting to get away from her this quickly. “I won’t be long, I’m sure your boyfriend can wait half an hour” he sniggered, grabbing her other shoulder the moment she faced him, locking her into place, for a bony man he was incredibly strong, but that wasn’t something Chloe had the time to be impressed over right now.

Able to get a more proper look at him now, the man really was a freakish creature, so much so that Chloe could probably only barely notice a resemblance between what a human ‘should’ look like, and what the thing before her appeared to be. Perhaps he was some sort of biological experiment that had escaped? It wouldn’t have been surprising if the answer to that ludicrous possibility had been answered in the affirmative, but the man was simply a homeless guy who’d spent his life savings on drugs and alcohol. He wore dirty jumper that had at one stage been white, though after what looked like years of not being washed the color had dirtied into a putrid brown, smears of green, red, brown and yellow streaking over it in what could be considered freakish art.

Seeing the look in Chloe’s eyes the man’s tempered flared, shoving her forcefully against the alley wall, smashing her shoulders against the cold concrete wall. “You better not be judging me on appearance bitch or I’ll fuck you up real good” he howled, digging his nails harder into her dress. His brown eyes rattling around in their sockets as he salivated. Giving him the appearance of some rabid animal. “Not that I don’t plan to do that anyway, was gonna let you off but I’ll take my time with you, don’t worry, your boyfriend won’t be your boyfriend when he see’s what I’ve done to ya” he screeched, slipping his hand under her dress and hooking a gnarled finger over the side of her female sex, his finger brushing against a part of Chloe that no other man had ever touched before. The man could apparently sense the fear in her and giggled wildly. “No need to be afraid girl, you cooperate and it’ll feel real good real soon.”

Despite holding onto her with only one hand his grip on her hadn’t loosened even slightly, and the way his eyes shifted left to right, up and down constantly not only made him look insane, but also cautious, his eyes watching her every move as if predicting her to lash out. Unless this was his first time doing this he was bound to have gotten some resistance in the past. The man only gave her a moment longer before slipping all fingers around the fabric, yanking it down in short rugged tugs before letting it fall to the ground. His face dangerously close to hers as he leered lewdly at her body.
 
The brunette let out a whimper as she felt his nails digging into her shoulder in a very painful way, and at the same time, scared for her life. The expression she put up as he spoke and then grabbed her other shoulder too, showed a Chloe who was way over panicked and unsure of what to do first to escape from the man's grasp. The fear taking over her mind and heart too, she felt her lips tremble and her body shaking from every joint. "No! L-let go!" she shouted, trying to shook him away, only to see that it's in vain.

Another whimper slipped out of her mouth as she was shoved against the cold concrete, cornered by the ugly, disgusting and smelly man whom she'd rather run away from the next second. However, to her dismay, it looked like he had other plans with her, including not letting her go. And unfortunately, she knew exactly what he was after, and she prayed that she would somehow be able to escape before it would come to that. It was ironic and cruel how she didn't let her brother who probably loved her more than anyone would, take away her virginity only to have a stinky bastard steal it forcefully. And to add to the tragic irony Trent himself did inquire her what would she prefer between being taken by him or being raped by a beggar. Seemed like she was doomed to suffer because of her own stupid morals.

Chloe shivered as he shouted at her, and surely not because she liked it this time, her only choice to get a little farther from him was to shift her head until it would meet the wall behind her. She was scared and terrified, the mix of emotions making her heart race at an unbelievable speed almost thinking she would have a heart attack any minute from now, eyes wide opened in shock. For some reason his words added to the pain. The bastard was right. If Trent saw her after she would be raped by this guy, even he would be disgusted with her. And given what she said before she left he would even believe she had done this on her own accord to get money or something. For the first time in years, tears rolled down on her cheeks, only at the mere thought that Trent would hate her. It was now that she was realizing how much he meant for her in fact.

She scowled at the man and gasped when he slipped his hand under her dress. No, this couldn't happen to her. She couldn't let him. She still had to apologize to Trent and then get back to her side. No way she would let this jerk soil her. Yet, despite her attempts, nothing worked how she wanted. And the damned man wasn't loosening his grip on her even a tiny bit. Her forehead wrinkled with every movement, desperately seeking a way to stop him. "No! Stop it!" she yelled, feeling both disgusted and disappointed with herself for having the man touch her in places no one else has ever reached. By the time he had tore apart her clothes, Chloe had reached the limit and the only person she hoped to see right now was no one else but him. "Trent!" she called out, so loud to the point where her throat hurt, before she sniffed and called once again, between her cries, praying for some miracle.
 
In a perfect world this would be when Trent would arrive, beat the goblin man up, and strut of with his princess in hand. Unfortunately Trent had long passed the alley and wouldn’t be anywhere nearby even if Chloe shouted at the top of her lungs, the chances of him hearing her could hardly be even recognized. What her shouting did manage to accomplish was incur the wrath of the man holding her. The hand which had shed her undergarment quickly rising to her face and smacking it forcefully, the slap not quite powerful enough to break her jaw, but more than enough to cause excruciating pain. “Shut up whore” he shouted just as loudly, backhanding her other cheek to emphasize who was in charge here. The last thing he needed was some wannabe prince interrupting his ‘fun time.’

Calling for Trent had probably been the worst thing she’d done so far after being caught by the gangly man as his mood seemed to have dropped from pissed to complete and utter hatred. His gnarled hands had moved in a perverted manner before but now they seemed to just want to harm her. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you if you want to see your Trent again, you hear?” he threatened, breathing more of his sewage breath over her face, the stench was unbearable, and if the man didn’t suffocate her by wringing her neck, Chloe would probably choke on her own vomit as the stench was just that bad.

Leaning his head onto her neck, the slimy grease which has spattered the man’s forehead rubbed against her neck. The slimy fluid latching onto her and sending a unpleasant burning sensation, if Chloe hadn’t known better she’d have thought it was acid burning her flesh. The man however wasn’t done, he hadn’t lowered his head to rub his head against her neck, he’d lowered it to latch onto her dress with his pointed teeth. Ripping into the fabric and tearing it with his hands, the option of stripping her had disappeared the moment she called a name other than the man’s own, and with her dress now ruined, and in tatters, Chloe could feel the chilly air lashing at her exposed flesh. The left hand side of her body now exposed, the man grabbed at her breast squeezing them with his slimy hands, smearing her with his ooze. If it didn’t look like a scene from some horror movie, it certainly felt like one.

“You like this dontcha slut? You like having me touch your tits” he leered, reaching down and rubbing her inner thighs, his grip had now loosened a fair amount but with one hand smearing her thighs and the other clawing at her breasts it wasn’t something worth celebrating over. If she didn’t take this opportunity to flee then it was quite clear that the man’s finger would penetrated her body and take away something she’d kept intact and safe for 17 years. And that would only be the beginning. If the stench of arousal could be detected through the putrid body odor then she’d notice the bulge in the mans pants. And the possibility of not only losing her hymen, but also her virginity to not only a stranger, but a grotesque one seemed more like a reality than a possibility.
 
Instead of a miracle, Chloe seemed to make the situation even worse, as she managed to annoy the man into shouting back at her even louder, slapping her so hard that her cheek felt like burning or having thousands of needles digging into her skin. She didn't have the courage to call out for the red head again. Besides, who was she trying to fool? This wasn't some kind of happy movie with a happy ending. This was life, and all the worst things could happen to her too, unfortunately. Now, she could only struggle and cry to herself as she was raped by one of the lowest beings she could meet. Though, soon enough she would probably end up even lower than him seeing how she didn't have a place to return to exactly, and her body would be just a piece of meat after this unfortunate event.

Seeing Trent again after this seemed like the worst thing possible. She would never be able to do that. To see her in such a horrible and disgusting state would probably make him turn away and close the door in her face. She might as well be killed than show him such a gross view. The brunette frowned at the stench which would have made her puke if he didn't already suffocate her by clutching her neck. This was the worst torture possible. And that was only the beginning as he suddenly lowered his head and felt the creepiest sensation. Some kind of fluid on her skin which made her want to scream and kill the man in front of her. Her dress was now ruined, dirty and in tatters, when in fact, her whole body felt dirty. To make things worse, he was squeezing her breast and then he was at her thighs too.

Still, this was actually a good thing, because the more he was focused on those, the more chances she had to escape. And as scared, yet mad, as she was, this was her only option, unless she wished to end her own life by committing suicide for how she ended up being raped by this man. She couldn't wait any more minute, especially seeing how the gross 'creature' started to actually feel aroused. Thus, in the heat of the moment, she swiftly raised her leg and kicked him in the crotch as hard as she was able, making sure to dig her nails too in his hands at the same time, so this way he would not dare grab her again, hoping that the pain inflicted would be enough to make him kneel. He could swear all he wanted as long as he would let go, so as soon as she would be free, she would run with all her might.
 
The man’s life had been cold and dreary lately, with the cold seeping into his bones at night, and the few scraps he managed to scavenge from bins hardly being enough to fend of his hunger, he’d been feeling a bit low, but today had been his lucky day as he’d found himself something much better than food. Chloe wasn’t really his type, but a vagina was a vagina, and as long as he could bury himself in one he couldn’t complain.

Licking his lips, his fingers had just begun to move to her sexual folds when, his lust making him temporary lower his guard, Chloe seemed to pick up on the moment perfectly, acting before the man could even react, her leg connected directly with his groin. Causing the man to howl in pain and collapse to the ground. His hands immediately releasing Chloe and covering his crotch as if doing so now would do him any good. “Fuck, Shit, You bitch, I’m gonna kill you” he swore, cursing at Chloe with his limited vocabulary, as he rolled around pathetically, there was no better time than now to escape, and Chloe wasn’t going to let the chance slip her by.

Unfortunately the man wasn’t done with her yet, in a last ditch effort his hand shot out and grabbed her shoe. His vice like grip unshakable as he held her in place. “I’ll fucking kill you, I swear I’ll fucking kill you“ he rambled, frothing at the mouth, somehow managing to look more deranged and disgusting than he had already. He was wounded, and unable to get up, but at the same time it didn’t seem like he’d let her go.

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Arriving back at his apartment Trent looked around the third floor with hopeful eyes, hoping with all his heart that Chloe would be seated infront of his room or looking dejected and leaning on the railing. But unfortunately there was no sign of the girl. Clicking his tongue, he let out a weary sigh before pulling out the key and fitting it into the keyhole, turning the door and slipping into his room, he locked the door after entering, but paused, thinking it over a bit before unlocking the door and leaving it open just a crack just in case Chloe came back. If he left the door open, it would hopefully be a good enough indication that he was still willing to let her live with him. And most importantly it would remove the obstacle of fear that Trent wouldn’t even let her in the room. Plus, she might find it strange that door was open and peek inside before walking off if she did decide to leave.

Placing the box of cake on the basin counter Trent shrugged out of coat and flopped onto the bed, completely exhausted from the walk back. He’d been walking longer distances every day for the past ten years, but the trek home had seemed impossibly long without Chloe by his side. He couldn’t even remember walking home as he’d been looking around in search of Chloe, hoping to chance upon her on his way home. He’d even thought of a few casual ways to approach her and invite her over without seeming overly apologetic.
 
Chloe surely didn't waste a second as he fell on his knees clutching at his groin. Just like she expected, first things first, he cursed and then he threatened to kill her. Seeing how she was about to escape, she couldn't care less about his threats. However, when he suddenly caught her again, she seriously considered being killed a possibility. On a second glance, though, she noticed he only grabbed her shoe. Needless to say that at this point she only cared about her safety and forced her foot out of the shoe pretty easily. And then, off she was, running at her best speed, ignoring the fact that it was so cold and her clothes were tattered, ignoring the pain she felt as her bare foot stepped on all sorts of things among which the sharpest bits of glass or other similar things scratched or got stuck in her skin, and most importantly, ignoring any kind of shame for now for how she looked.

She was scared, cold, disgusted and shocked and all these emotions made her somehow eager to get to Trent's side as if to seek someone she could trust, someone who would offer her the feeling of being safe. At the same time, she wondered if she would actually dare to show up like this. Wouldn't he be disgusted once he would see her so dirty and slimy and simply indecent? What if he would start hating her? She felt the tears threatening to roll down her cheeks again, but she figured those would have to wait. First, she would have to hide from that man. No, but the best choice seemed to be going to th red head. At least, maybe he would let her wash herself and then she would take her things and... go home, perhaps? At least her father would not be this crazy.

Surprisement could be seen on her face as she reached his apartment and noticed the door cracked open. Now the only question left would be if he would still let her stay by his side even after this. "T-Trent?" she stuttered out, before she pushed open the door, still shaking from the cold and the fear which overcame her. "I.... I'm sorry... I wanted to return and... I didn't know... I just..." she mumbled incoherently, feeling a knot in her throat.
 
Hearing footsteps outside his room, Trent immediately jumped up out of bed and hurried to the door, waiting a few seconds for Chloe to walk in before getting impatient and poking his head outside, he looked around from side to side before his eyes dulled, a look of disappointment on his face as he realized that the sound hadn’t been Chloe but the tenant next door. Unsurprisingly with his girlfriend latched onto his arm, Trent scowled at the pair before withdrawing back into his room, jealousy bubbling inside him, he didn’t care for the brunette next door, but the sight of seeing two people happily together only served to sour his already dark mood. He once again made his way to the bed, about to bury his head yet again in the warmth the sheets provided when he thought he heard someone call his name. He turned his head lazily, not really expecting to see anyone, only to find Chloe peering at from outside the door, her clothes in ruins, and her cheeks still moist with tears, his first response was probably not the best one to make, but it was too late now.

“What on earth!?!” he asked, storming over to her and looking at her wide eyed. If he’d seemed pissed off earlier at the café, it was incomparable to how angry he was now. His eyes flickered with anger and hostility, not towards Chloe but whoever had ‘roughed up’ his sister like this, if she’d turned up with some guy he was certain someone would have ended up dead. Though what he noticed next made his blood go cold, his anger being replaced with a look of horror, as he realized Chloe exposed thighs through the tear of her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties, which meant…..

Opening his mouth to ask what had happened, he’d barely made a sound when he abruptly closed his mouth, placing a gentle hand on her side and the other around the back of her head before pulling her slowly into his chest. Stroking her head gently as he embraced her, trying to ignore the putrid stench that wafted off her body. If she’d turned up looking more proper he would have joked about her swimming in the local rubbish tip, but even his snarky words seemed to fail him. He didn’t trust himself to speak, but figuring he had to say something, he bit his lip, words of comfort scanning rapidly through his mind before he settled on two simple words.

“Welcome Home”
 
Chloe flinched as she was startled by his sudden question and the expression he showed as he saw her in that state. She wasn't really sure if he was angry with her or with the one who did this to her, but either way, she looked down at her feet in shame, hiding her body as much as she could with her arms. She was somehow glad he didn't ask what really happened, because she would not even be able to explain it, and it would be even harder to tell him just what that disgusting man did to her. She felt sick and mad, but at least, now that she could see him and the fact that she still had her virginity as well as she was still alive, made her thankful. At this point, she was already aware she did have some luck, since she could have probably ended up raped and killed if she didn't act at the right time.

A little bit reluctant, she let him pull her to his chest, feeling grateful to feel his warmth again and that familiar scent. She didn't need his words. She only needed to feel him close to her. But even so, she still pushed him away after a couple of moments, trying to mask away the sadness with a forced smile. "I-It's better if you don't touch me. I probably stink, and I'm dirty." she stuttered out and averted her eyes in case that the tears would spill down again. "Thank you for letting me stay... even though I said those hurtful words." she mumbled again, before she chuckled nervously. "But, I guess I got what I deserved... It's quite funny... but, I actually regretted that I didn't let you have your way with me when I realized I was about to be raped by a beggar." she added, and then turned to walk towards where she left her bags and searched for some clothes. "I'm going to take a bath if you don't mind."

She couldn't look him in the eyes or speak anymore, because she didn't know how much longer would she be able to resist the urge to cry her soul out. Maybe she wasn't raped for real, but the event herself scared her enough to shake her heart and mind. Brushing the hair out of her vision, she mindlessly searched for clothes, only to finally feel the stinging caused by something dug into her foot. She mentally cursed it and took out some clothes before heading for a bath.
 
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