Runaway

*Matt’s POV*

I haven’t had a chance to talk to Mel since the guys have accuse me on sexually harassing Mel. I’m still confuse. I didn’t do anything to offend her in any way. Last I recall, she’s the one who made the move on me.

Now thanks to Mel, the guys think the worst of me. I don’t know how long they are going to stay
mad. Why did she lie? I mean I can understand she’s doing it because she’s still technically with Johnny; though last I remember, she was still upset with him. Hell so was I. But out of all the lies, why did she chose the one where I’m the bad guy?

Then that birthmark on her hip, I could have sworn she didn’t have one. I don’t know if I was
just imagining things. I really need to be alone with her without anyone else in the room or any
sort of interruption.

My thoughts were interrupted when I spotted Mel heading towards the door. I didn’t think she
spotted me though. She didn’t seem to say anything. She had her purse, and was wearing one of the outfits Johnny have gotten her. She wore a black leather mini skirt, a blue top, heels to match what she’s wearing. She seemed absolutely gorgeous but I doubt Johnny would allow her walking around like that without his presence. Especially since her ass is nearly showing.

As Mel twisted the door knob, I stood up and cleared my throat to make myself known. She
jumped back and faced me. “Going somewhere this late at night?”

“Couldn’t sleep, so I’m going out for a walk.”

“Dress like that?” My eyes browsed around her body.

She bit her bottom lip and blushed without saying a word.

“I’ve been meaning to speak to you lately.”

“Oh? About what?”

“You know what.” I muttered. “What the hell was that about, telling the guys I got so drunk that
I stripped out of my clothes, wanting to do things to you?”

Mel narrowed down her eyes to mines, frowning. “I’m sorry Matt, I just panicked so I told them
the first thing that came to mind.” Her eyes raised to meet mines. “Please to be mad.” She
whispered.

Mad? Sweetie I’m not mad, I’m beyond that. Thanks to your little lie, the guys think the worst of
me. “I’m not mad, just wondering.” I shrug.

I take a few steps closer to stand in front of her, pausing when we’re a foot apart. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me until our bodies touched. Our eyes met. She was expecting for a kiss but instead I shook my head and faced down to her slightly unbuttoned shirt which gave a perfect view of her breast.

My hands roamed to her up her shirt, slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and let it fall to the
ground. Next I unhooked her bra and threw it off to the side. Mel was perfectly still, observing
my actions.

My eyes focused on her chest, raising both my hands to fondle her breasts. My fingers circled
her nipples in order to harden them. Then I pressed down each nipple to soften them. I repeated
the cycle at least twice more, forcing a moan out of Mel’s mouth.

My hands shifted down to her skirt, violently pulling them down and taking off her panties. I
dropped down to my knees, cupping her sex and rubbing her clitoris. “Oh god Matt take me
please.” She cried.

I ignored her desire and allowed my hands to cross over her birthmark on her hips. I still can’t
help but wonder how in the world I could have missed it. I still can’t figure that out.

“I was born with it.” Mel answered my unasked question.

Obviously. “How could I miss this? I didn’t spot it the day we first met.” I looked up at her.

“Probably you forgot. That mark was there since the day I was born.” She runs her fingers
through my hair. “My sister, Melinda is the one born without it.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you had any siblings?”

“Melinda is my twin. I was separated from her by birth. It wasn’t a couple years ago when we
were reunited once again. She killed my father and my brother.”

“What why?” My eyes shot open.

“Because she holds a grudge for being given away to a stranger’s home.” Mel slipped back into
her clothes. “She once have kidnapped my brother, forcing him to work for her. One day he
betrayed her by calling me and my dad. He gave us the address, we came to the rescue until
we’ve been spotted. He shot my father and my brother.”

“Why didn’t she kill you?”

“She thought death was too kind for me. Instead she forced me into prostitution. She didn’t let
any buyers take me away. I was nothing more than a sex slave.”

“Dear god, does Johnny know? Have you told Johnny yet?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I feel more comfortable telling you this.” She slightly smiled.

“Thank you for trusting me. You know I’ll always be there for you no matter what.” I wrap my
arms around her, placing a soft kiss on her neck.

“I know you will.”

“I’m just wondering when would be a perfect time to tell Johnny about us.”

“Soon enough.” A smirk forms on her face.

She grabbed her bag and walked out the door. Soon? Doesn’t she care of Johnny’s feelings? This is the hardest thing we’re going to have to do. This is already hard for me, I don’t want to break his heart. I care for him. I already feel guilty enough for loving his girlfriend.

I can’t do this. If Mel doesn’t decide to tell him in the end, then I’ll tell him everything. I won’t
blame him if he hates me.


*Mel’s POV*


I woke up to the sound of my identical voice, yelling and at the men outside this room. The drug
have worn off and my body was in pain. I’m tied up, naked onto the bed, covered in bruises. I
didn’t know what hurts the most, the soreness in between my legs, or my helplessness.

It’s been day one without the guys and yet here I am still. I want Johnny to hold me in his arms
and kiss me like it’ll be our last. He saved me once, maybe he could save me once again.

My thoughts faded when there was a sound of gunfire coming from outside the room. The sound of heels hitting he wooden floor have gotten louder and louder. They have stopped for a moment until finally, the door swung open.

Madame Stewart stepped in and closed the door behind her. “Look at what those idiots done to
you, my lovely sister.” She caressed my cheek. “Nobody is going to want you in your condition.” Her hands roamed across my exposed skin causing me to hiss.

“Like you care what happens to me.” I murmur.

“Of course I do. Why do you think I never let anyone out of my sight?” She takes a sits on the
side of the bed. “I’m not going to let this incident happen again.”

“What are you up to?”

She let out a synyster laugh. “Is that what you think of me? A fucked up sister?”

“No, just a bitch with issues.”

“I don’t hate you, Melony.” She fully pronounces my name. “I envy you. You had the life I
could’ve have. You had a family that loved you while I, got stuck in a home where I’ve been
abused, unloved. The people who took care of me were crack heads and alcoholics. They didn’t gave a shit about me just like mom and dad didn’t care much about me so they abandoned me. It wasn’t until by the age of twelve after I was told that you existed, they told me everything. I had ran away from home, not wanting to believe it.” She paused.

I stayed quiet, listening to her story. “An old woman who owned a brothel took me in. She took
care of me and had me working for her. When she have passed a few months later, all the fortune went to me. I took over and turned it into… You know.” She continued. “I had a fake ID and wore make up to make myself look older, which allowed me to fool everyone I was the legal age.”

She smirked and I said nothing. I waited for her to continue her story. “A few years later, I
tracked you, our brother, and dad down and… you already know the rest.”

“You want to give me hell… I still don’t know why you act like you care on what has happened
to me. You never seemed to give a fuck.”

“Envy my beloved sister. But don’t worry, as soon as I decide when, I’ll let you go back to your
Johnny.” She gave me an unpleasant smile.

“Until next time.” She kissed the corner of my lips and stepped away.

What is she up to? Well whatever it is, it can’t be good, not good at all. I just hope she doesn’t
kill Johnny or the guys.

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