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    Hephaestus – Chapter 10

    Story written on November 10, 2008 by veba.
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    where’s the truth?

    Steph had an old Wolskwagen parked not far away from the club.
    The car smelled of stagnant smoke and had rubbish spread all over the back seats.
    “Sorry for the mess”, the girl muttered turning on the engine.
    “It’s okay”, Carmen answered simply.
    The voice inside her head talked again.
    Why are you doing this.
    What are you doing.
    You’ll regret everything in the morning.
    This is not what you want.
    “Yes this is what I want”, Carmen whispered, and Steph turned her head.
    “What were you saying?”.
    Carmen jolted.
    “Nothing, I was just sighing”.
    Steph smirked, her hazel eyes cold.
    “I promise you won’t be bored”, she said.

    ”We don’t talk anymore
    We don’t talk anymore
    We don’t care anymore
    We don’t care anymore”    *

    The other two girls were sitting on the couch when Carmen and Steph entered the small apartment in the suburbs.
    They were laughing hard, drinking a beer.
    On the coffee table, some lines of cocaine were spread.
    “Look who’s there”, one of the girls said, seeing Steph.
    “Hey there…”, the blondish woman greeted them, slightly pushing Carmen inside the living room.
    “Cal, Becca, meet the Nameless Girl from the Turtle”, she smirked.
    Cal and Becca got up and motioned towards Carmen.
    “Hey there sleeping beauty”.
    Instinctively, Carmen stepped back.
    “Hey”, she said, but her swagger was already gone.
    The two girls started walking around Carmen, observing her like a dog would do with a bone. Steph motioned towards the coffee table and bent down, sniffling a line of coke with a rolled bill.
    She rubbed her nose, narrowing her reddened eyes.
    “So, nameless girl… let the girls see your equipment…”.
    Carmen swallowed.
    “Excuse me?”, she asked as her head started to spin.
    Is it because of the alcohol, Carm? The voice asked.
    Or is it because of the fear.
    Shivers went down her spine, her heart started pounding.
    “Yeah, you heard me. Come on. Let’s have some fun”.
    Without notice, Cal’s hand was squeezing Carmen’s breast.
    Carmen slapped her on the forearm.
    “Keep your fucking hands off me!”, she yelled, trying to grab the door knob.
    But Becca already was all over her, sneaking her arms around her waist.
    “Come on… “, she murmured in Carmen’s ear, “…Come on sugar… Why don’t we -”.
    Carmen’s head directly on her nose.
    A perfect headbutt.
    Becca stumbled back and feel on her ass, howling in pain.
    “You’re a fucking bitch!”, Cal shouted, trying to grab Carmen’s forearm.
    Carmen shifted and hit her with a powerful kick on her shin-bone.
    Steph seemed amused.
    She had observed the whole scene with her back leaned against the wall.
    Finally, she motioned towards Carmen. A flick knife had appeared in her hand.
    “Stay where you are, nameless girl…”, she murmured, coldly.
    Carmen froze and took a quick glance around, looking for an ornament, a stick, an umbrella. Looking for anything able to defend her.
    “Back off”, she menaced, uselessly.
    Steph smirked again that joyless smirk.
    “You’re playing unfair…”, she murmured shaking her head.
    Cal and Becca grabbed Carmen’s forearms and pushed her against the closed door.
    Steph stopped right in front of her and slightly pulled the hem of Carmen’s shirt.
    “Tsk, tsk… We just wanted to have fun… But considering that you don’t seem favourably disposed towards us… I’m gonna give you something you will never forget”.
    The sharp blade of the knife started grazing Carmen’s soft skin.

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    1. Just love how emotionally open Shane is and I´m with Carmen about the marriage thing. Might be a little too fast. Keep up the good work. I love it.

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