Chapter 2 | Run Away Cinderella

Song for chapter: Rumor has it by Adele

Quote: "You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your eyes to the things you do not want to feel." Johnny Depp.

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I tried to find my way threw the crowded room but I only got myself more lost. The image of the pool of blood sticks in my head and I can't get it out. I feel sick to my stomach and I just might puke. I couldent think straight, I didn't know what to do. I push threw the sweaty crowd trying to find the door I came in. I looked up over a couple of people to see a small hallway that looks a little familiar. I push my way towards that way, I got a lot of 'watch it' and 'move' from the rude people as I make my way threw the crowd. When I got to the hallway I felt more lost then before I left.

There were about six doors and I'm not sure which door was the door I came in from. I decided to open the first door. When I opened the dirty red door the only thing I saw was a bunch of old cleaning supply. I shut the door and turned around to face the doors on the other side. The crowd continued to yell and cheer. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers threw my hair. The voices of people became a blur in the background and I could only hear my thoughts and loud breaths. I need to get out of here. I leaned on the door I just opened and put my head in my hands. I don't think I'm ever going to get out of this awful place.

Suddenly a deep voice spoke me from my thoughts. "Need a little help there Ace."

"Umm?" I wasn't sure what to say. The man's voice had startled me."D-do you know which way is the way out?" I mumbled threw my hands not bothering to look up.

The man chuckled and I could see his shadow move towards me. "Don't you think it's rather rude to not look at the person when you talk." Rolling my eyes in my hands, I decided to face him.

"Look, I'm having a rough n-" I stopped mid-sentence and could feel my face go pale when I saw that the man I had been talking to was Reaper.

"What's wrong, Ace?" He smirked and my stomach flipped upside down with disgust. I took a step back terrified of what he could do to me.

We were the only two in the hall. He still had his hood up but the blood on his hands was washed off. Slowly I started to back up. He smiled at me while scanning my face. He slowly walked in front of me and placed his hands on my waist lighty. I was to scared and suprised to do anything. I was in shock and I couldn't move or even say anything. He was about a foot taller then me so he had to duck his head down to get closer to mine. His face was about one or two inches from mine. I could feel his breath on me. The way his head was angled I could no longer see the bottom part of his face but I could see his eyes and part of his nose. I could also see the faint image of his mouth, which no longer held a smile. His eyes were green. They were beautiful. It was like looking into a field of tall grass. I could get lost into them forever. Something flicked inside them, but then it was gone. I looked down to see my hands placed onto his chest. His chest was hard, I could feel his abs threw his zipped up jacket. Finally I snapped back into reality. His face was getting closer to mine and his eyes were looking at my lips. He's going to kiss me.

His lips lighty tuched mine. Before he could kiss me I pushed my hands against his chest. I did it one more time until he finally backed up and took his hands off my waist. I could no longer see his eyes but I could see the bottom part of his face which was in a frown.

I took a few more steps back until I had enough space between us. I looked at him for a few more minutes until I looked down at the floor. His head remained in my direction. My hands were in fists and I was raging. I'm not just going to let him kiss me like some random slut in here. And I'm not going to fan over him like all the other girls who worship him for beating up another guy. It's just sick. Who does he think he is?

I looked back up to see him with a straight mouth. "Don't you fucking touch me, you asshole. I'm not just going to let you touch me because you can hit another guy har-" I was inturupted by someone calling my name.

"Clare! Hey Clare!" I looked up and saw Kora waving towards me trying to make her way to me.

I looked over to Reaper. We stared at each other for a couple of minutes before I spoke up. "See you around asshole." He smirked and started to make his way towards one of the back doors.

"Don't think we will." This was the last thing he said before opening the door and running out. The door was to another hall with more doors. I didn't see which door he went threw and just like that he was gone. I'm never coming back here again.

I rolled my eyes and met Kora half way. I looked behind her to see Sam but he wasn't behind her. "Where's Sam?" I asked her and knitted my eyebrows togther.

"Oh he's at the car already. The exit is over here, apparently we don't go out the same way we come in." She started to walk out of the hall and pushed into the crowd.

"Wish I knew that earlier." I muttered to myself thinking Kora wouldn't hear me over the noise of the crowd, who was still here and making more noise then before. The crowd was now focused on two drunk men yelling back and forth. Kora made sure to take a long path away from them.

"What did you say?" Kora yells over the crowd while grabbing my arm and pulling me passed the people.

"Nothing." I quickly say. I don't want to bring up what happened with Reaper back there. I hope she didn't say anything, because I didn't want to go into any detail. I mean it wasn't anything. He just wanted to see how far he could go with me. Asshole.

After what seems to be years we get out of the crowd of drunk people and reach two dirt and other substance stained doors. She pushes the door open and drops my arm. We walk up a couple of stairs until we reach another door. We open the door and walk into the drug store that held the entrance to UGFC.

As soon as we closed the door all the noise was blocked out. It was finally over. The drug store felt dead in silence compared to down stairs. I looked up at the brain dead store clerk who was in the same position he was in when we got here. He was sitting on a rotting stool reading an old magazine. The magazine looked to be at least five years old. The clerk had blood shot eyes and no hair with pale skin. He was so pale it made me think he was dead. But he slowly looked up at us and back down to his magazine. The look held no emotion or care.

We both walk out and walk towards where we parked our cars. I came in a separate vehicle because I had work before I had to come here. I hug Kora goodnight and stick my tongue out at Sam as his goodnight. He laughs and rolls his eyes. He starts up his car and him and Kora leave. I walk over to my vehicle. Unlike Sams fairly new car, I have a old 1986 chevy pick up truck. The red and white paint is starting to peel off. It also smells like gas and oil on the inside. Sid bought it from an old machcanic who can't drive anymore because of medical conditions. It's also a little hard to start, I've got the shake the key around when I turn the key to start it. But I still love it. When Sid gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday I was so happy. I didn't think we could afford a vehicle.

Sid was the one to take care of me when my mom left. Apparently she was a good friend to my mom, and when my mom left she made sure Sid got custody of me. Honesty, I don't know the full story. I don't ask Sid many questions, because it must be hard taking care of one of your friends kids while they just disappear. And Sid does the best she can for me, she's like a mother to me.

I got in the car and sat there for a minute going over the event that just occurred. I shivered thinking of the pool of blood. I pushed the whole thing to the back of my head and turned and juggled the key of my truck until it turned on.

I heard a loud noise and looked up to see a couple of drunks walking out of the drug store holding on to each other. They were laughing and swinging a whiskey bottle around. They leaned on each other trying to walk straight. The man fell down and took the girl with him.

I let out a small laugh and pulled out of the parking lot. It's Friday and I told Sid I was just going to stay at my friend Jackies house for the night. UGFC is about and hour from my house so I'll be to Jackies in forty minutes. She lives closer to UGFC then I do. Jackie goes to the same school I do but at school we don't hang out. We might talk to each other in the hallway but that's it. When we were little we were best friends, you couldn't have separated us. We did everything together. However, when middle school came we got pulled in diffrent crowds. We have diffrent lunches and classes. But we still find time to be together. Almost every weekend we hang out. I know she sees what I see at school so she tries to be with me almost every chance she gets. I don't know the people she hangs out with and she doesn't know the people I hang out with. But that's fine because even threw high school we still manage to stay togther, even if it's not at school.

I turn the corner and stop at a red light. The red light feels like it's never going to change. It's quiet and all the lights are off except a few street lamps. It's so quiet it bugs me. Maybe that's why people like going to the fights. Not for watching the fight but being out of the simple, quiet, boring, way of life. To be a little crazy at times and just soak all the noise in. I doubt that. Most of the people at the fight look like they live there. They don't want to excape the simple life they don't want it. They want to watch the fight, hear the noise, and drink boose all the time.

My hand touched the spot that Reapers lips had touched my lips. Thinking of the moment between us made me shiver. I droped my hand from my lips, the red light turns green. I go and don't look back. I pass by all the houses and stores and forty minutes go by fast. Next thing I know I'm ten minutes away from Jackies house. I pick up my phone off the dash board and click on Jackies number. I put the phone on my shoulder and use my head to make sure it doesn't fall. It rings three times before she picks up. When she anwser she is saying something to her mom in the background.

"Hey sorry about that. Are you almost here?" She was going to come with us to the fight but a family thing came up. She wasn't sure what it was so she couldn't tell me.

"Yeah I'm like eight minutes away." I said leaning forward. She stopped and talked to her mom one more time before turning her attention back to me. Again I couldn't really hear what she was saying.

"Okay cool. See you soon Willy Wonka." She snickered at the nickname she just called me.

I rolled my eyes. I know she can't see me but she knew I was rolling my eyes. " Whatever, Dora." At that nickname she stopped laughing. Even if I couldn't see her I knew she was also rolling her eyes.

"Come on you can't hold that over my head forever." Two years ago we decided to go to a holloween party. I went as Dorothy from Wizards Of Oz. But Jackie got cough up in homework, she forgot to get a costume. She called her mom to go pick her up something like a safari hunter. Her mom found a Dora costume and thought it looked like what she wanted. So Jackie had no other time to get a new costume, and she was a perfect Dora for a night.

"Yeah I will, talk to you in a minute." I hung up before she had time to reply. I pulled into her long dirt drive way and saw her house come into view.

Her house was nice. It was two stories and in the middle of the woods away from everyone. It wasn't like she was a millionaire but her family definitely was not poor. Her mom makes good money as a doctor, I'm not sure what her dads house looked like but I'm sure it's even bigger. He's a lawyer, and a pretty good one at what I hear. Jackies parents got divorce when she was eleven. But they are on really good terms. They get togther all the time. It makes me glad they are still happy together even if they did get divorced.

Jackie has a brother that is two years older then her. I use to talk to him a lot when we were younger, but when he got older we didn't talk as much. I was always better friends with Jackie anyway. I haven't talked to her brother since the year their parents separated. The year their parents got divorced he didn't talk much or even come out of his room. But I don't blame him. Jackie had another older brother, he was six years older then Jackie at the time. He was mugged and killed at seventeen. That's why Jackies parents got divorced, it was because all the things that happened. It just got to them. Jackie doesn't talk about it much. She doesn't really talk about her whole family much, and I don't push it. It's obviously something that bugs her.

I parked in her drive way next to her mom's car. I huffed out and grabbed my bag out of the passenger seat.

I looked up to see the stars shining bright. And it made me think of something weird. They almost looked like Reapers eyes.

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