Fic: LowLives part 14
LowLives
Word Count: 772
And the ending. AND IT'S OVER. until i edit. BUT IT'S OVER. Thanks for reading guys, this was seriously, just the best time ever. &hearts
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And then there's one last thing to do, one last promise to keep.
Blake comes with me, dressed sharply in a suit, bringing his police badge and an air of authority I can't quite manage, looking as much as a lowlife as I do, and we show up on the front steps of Matthew Brannon's mansion house.
A butler answers the door with a condescending attitude as he looks down on me. I'm wearing my clothes finally, but I still look like a grad student with jeans and a long-sleeve button down under a sweatshirt and a peacoat. My glasses do nothing to hide the bruises on my cheek or the youth in my face. I offer him a cheeky grin, and track dirt in all over his nice clean floors with relish.
Blake takes a more professional approach, but I can see the laughter twinkling in his eyes, as he shows Jeeves his badge, and asks to see the man of the house.
Brannon goes white when he sees us, recognising us no doubt from the sale, and Blake's face goes cold and sharp, looking dangerous and not at all like the soft man who held me so gently.
I love it.
Blake offers Brannon a deal with short, clipped words - give up the girl, or his whole family will be arrested for involvement in human trafficking. It's an easy decision, and Brannon stumbles over himself in his rush to get Alyssa back to us.
She looks clean, at least, but there's a dullness to her posture that makes my heart break - that fire that drove her to hand me my ass on a platter is gone, and all that's left is listless and tired and ready to die. She comes out with her head bowed down, hands clasped in front of her in a practised pose that no doubt was beaten into her through trial and error, until they broke her spirit enough to make her docile.
I jump in before Blake can speak, and call out loudly, "I told you I'd come back for you."
She gasps out loud, and raises her head just enough to look at me from beneath her long flaxen bangs. Her eyes, so clear and crystal blue they made me fall just that little bit in love with her the first time I noticed them, light up with sudden spark, and her whole head jerks up when she realises who I am.
"Hi," I say, and I hear Blake snort under his breath at the goofy smile that's taken over my face.
"Hi," she replies, and her smile is fantastic.
"Well, Mister Brannon," Blake announces, officially, "We hope there will be no further incidents of this nature in the future - we'd hate to have to come back."
Alyssa laughs bright and clear and throws her arms around my neck when we get outside, almost crushing me in her grip, and then turns on Blake.
"And what are you?" she asks, her eyes narrow.
"This is Blake," I step in, "He's with me."
The grin he offers me is completely inappropriate for the comment, and Alyssa looks between us with a suspicious glare before she shrugs and throws herself into the back seat of the car.
Blake slides in behind the wheel, and looks back over his shoulder to her. "Where to?"
She's silent for a long moment.
"Take me home?"
There's a hesitancy in her voice, like she's not sure whether or not we'll actually do it.
"And where is home?" Blake asks, softly, almost reverently, because he heard that too.
She gives us an address, and almost cries when we pull up in front of a small house in the West Quarter, with a yellow door and a string of Christmas lights up in the window, the kind that are there all year, no matter what season it is.
"Here you are," I say.
And she gets out, looks back at us with a watery smile. We wait in the car while she rings the doorbell, wait until a younger woman with long, mousy brown hair opens it, peering out curiously.
We can hear her scream of joy, as she slams the screen door open, and tackles Alyssa into the kind of hug you never ever want to leave, warm and comforting, the kind of hug that means family and you're safe and don't ever leave me again.
Blake pulls away smoothly, and the women take a moment before they both look up, Alyssa waving the tiniest good-bye, with a brilliant smile on her face.
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And that's it.
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previous / back to the start
Word Count: 772
And the ending. AND IT'S OVER. until i edit. BUT IT'S OVER. Thanks for reading guys, this was seriously, just the best time ever. &hearts
-
And then there's one last thing to do, one last promise to keep.
Blake comes with me, dressed sharply in a suit, bringing his police badge and an air of authority I can't quite manage, looking as much as a lowlife as I do, and we show up on the front steps of Matthew Brannon's mansion house.
A butler answers the door with a condescending attitude as he looks down on me. I'm wearing my clothes finally, but I still look like a grad student with jeans and a long-sleeve button down under a sweatshirt and a peacoat. My glasses do nothing to hide the bruises on my cheek or the youth in my face. I offer him a cheeky grin, and track dirt in all over his nice clean floors with relish.
Blake takes a more professional approach, but I can see the laughter twinkling in his eyes, as he shows Jeeves his badge, and asks to see the man of the house.
Brannon goes white when he sees us, recognising us no doubt from the sale, and Blake's face goes cold and sharp, looking dangerous and not at all like the soft man who held me so gently.
I love it.
Blake offers Brannon a deal with short, clipped words - give up the girl, or his whole family will be arrested for involvement in human trafficking. It's an easy decision, and Brannon stumbles over himself in his rush to get Alyssa back to us.
She looks clean, at least, but there's a dullness to her posture that makes my heart break - that fire that drove her to hand me my ass on a platter is gone, and all that's left is listless and tired and ready to die. She comes out with her head bowed down, hands clasped in front of her in a practised pose that no doubt was beaten into her through trial and error, until they broke her spirit enough to make her docile.
I jump in before Blake can speak, and call out loudly, "I told you I'd come back for you."
She gasps out loud, and raises her head just enough to look at me from beneath her long flaxen bangs. Her eyes, so clear and crystal blue they made me fall just that little bit in love with her the first time I noticed them, light up with sudden spark, and her whole head jerks up when she realises who I am.
"Hi," I say, and I hear Blake snort under his breath at the goofy smile that's taken over my face.
"Hi," she replies, and her smile is fantastic.
"Well, Mister Brannon," Blake announces, officially, "We hope there will be no further incidents of this nature in the future - we'd hate to have to come back."
Alyssa laughs bright and clear and throws her arms around my neck when we get outside, almost crushing me in her grip, and then turns on Blake.
"And what are you?" she asks, her eyes narrow.
"This is Blake," I step in, "He's with me."
The grin he offers me is completely inappropriate for the comment, and Alyssa looks between us with a suspicious glare before she shrugs and throws herself into the back seat of the car.
Blake slides in behind the wheel, and looks back over his shoulder to her. "Where to?"
She's silent for a long moment.
"Take me home?"
There's a hesitancy in her voice, like she's not sure whether or not we'll actually do it.
"And where is home?" Blake asks, softly, almost reverently, because he heard that too.
She gives us an address, and almost cries when we pull up in front of a small house in the West Quarter, with a yellow door and a string of Christmas lights up in the window, the kind that are there all year, no matter what season it is.
"Here you are," I say.
And she gets out, looks back at us with a watery smile. We wait in the car while she rings the doorbell, wait until a younger woman with long, mousy brown hair opens it, peering out curiously.
We can hear her scream of joy, as she slams the screen door open, and tackles Alyssa into the kind of hug you never ever want to leave, warm and comforting, the kind of hug that means family and you're safe and don't ever leave me again.
Blake pulls away smoothly, and the women take a moment before they both look up, Alyssa waving the tiniest good-bye, with a brilliant smile on her face.
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And that's it.
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