This choice: Some Girls decide to Pick on Dianna • Go Back... Dianne, far more excited than Luke can remember seeing her in the past, after all she was about to show off her secluded spot on the beach to the first person. Sure it may just be another piece of land which wouldn't be a big deal to many others. Though to the dedicated swimmer which was her, it was quite the deal, plus it was just an excuse to hang out with her shrunken friend who seemed to only grow smaller by the day. Holding Luke in her palm and exiting out of the house, she dressed rather lightly, her bikini top showing whilst she worse a simple pair of shorts and flip flops. Seeing no point in getting dressed up with where she was heading, soon to be in the water. Luke of course, too small to really be seen, simply wore a pair of trunks which fortunately were still in his size. She knew the way to her spot, she needing to cut through town to get there, sticking to the sidewalk primarily and taking any shortcut that she could. The ride for Luke was a gentle and dare say, peaceful one.
That would be until Dianne made a sharp turn down an alleyway caught between two brick buildings and came to an immediate halt. The sudden jolt in movement, or perhaps a therefore lack of would bring Luke's attention forward. His eye's doing their best to reach over her fingers which instinctively and protectively began to curl around him. Though with some persistence he would succeed, and as he looked out, his stomach would drop. Behind him, the heart of his friend was beginning to race, her breathing picking up as her grip nearly involuntarily tightened to an uncomfortable level for her passenger. For what she saw before her was nothing but the sheer definition of the world trouble. Her's and Luke's eye's saw three girls, two of which leaned up against each wall of the alleyway whilst the last and most important of them sat lazily upon the bottom step of a staircase leading out from one of the buildings. Her green eye's shooting up from the ground, a cigarette hanging loosely from her mouth as she let a small puff of smoke loose with a sinister chuckle following it. It was clear this girl liked what she saw.
"H-hey Trish." Dianne would begin, her voice shaky and for good reason. Trish Pierce, a nineteen year old girl, a senior in your school who had been held back a year or two for both extreme bad behavior. Often involving violence, as well as just overall being a slacker in her academics. Although, you doubted she was at all dumb, after all she had figured out a nice little deal for herself for the time being as she simply picked on those weaker than herself. From both experience and knowledge, you knew that line was a rather long one. This girl having grown up with a rough life, practically born a fighter who trained her skills with MMA. You didn't know of anyone who could take her in a fist fight, hell the jocks didn't even go near her. Fear of violence, her strongest tool, and with it, she usually got what she wanted from people, as was the case for Dianne who was no stranger to Ms. Pierce's antics. Many possessions, money and even dignity have been lost to Trish in the past, and this quite simply was the last person she wanted to see right now.
Not alone, Trish had two of her flunkies at her side, two other girls whom could perhaps be lucky enough to call themselves allies of Trish, as opposed to being bullied for this and that. "Hey yourself." Ever ominous was her voice, she practically salivating as she looked on at Dianne, knowing full well what she wanted. After all, her pockets had been feeling a bit light lately, and she doubted very much that this girl would mind helping her out with that. Especially considering that she might also not want her face rearranged for angering her. "You know the drill, Snowtop. Empty your pockets and hope it's enough to buy me off." It was almost like she was bored at this point as she took another long drag from her cigarette. Trish as lazily as she sat, pushing herself to her feet as she took a short few steps toward the pair, closing the gap rather quickly until she came to stand before them.
The fear on Dianne's face evident as she dug her free hand into a pocket and found nothing, shifting you into her other hand she would do the same with the other and have the same results. She had nothing and it didn't take long for both of you to curse under your breath. "Hey, listen Trish, I um..." Attempting to reason with the black haired female would only seem to agitate her. Her green eye's narrowing as they narrowed on Dianne, causing her to shut up immediately. "You don't have anything? Pity, I hate bloodying such a pretty face..." Trish would reply, a mix of genuine sadness due to her not getting anything from this girl, as well as some glee by having an excuse to kick her head in. Trish would only further taunt her by lifting a hand and having it rest upon Dianne's cheek, caressing it slightly as if to console her before the beat down began.
Surely a creepy sight for you, and it only worsened as you could hear Dianne's inner whimper. She instinctively hugging your inch high frame closer to her, causing you to squirm, and in doing so, catching Trish's eyes. Her green eye's would widen for a moment as the cigarette nearly fell from her lips upon seeing you. Though this shock would fall away and lead into intrigue as her face would dip down to the point of taking up your entire few as she simply studied you. The bright red cherry at the end of her cigarette glowing bright as she inhaled and soon a puff of smoke would be blown out, covering your entire body in the foul aroma it left. You immediately coughing and wheezing as a result and only causing Trish an eery amount of satisfaction as she looked on. It wouldn't be long before she would pull away, returning her gaze back to Dianne who was too scared to move. "I'll accept him as payment, leave him and get lost." Trish would demand, something which only caused your own heart to race as she was suggesting his friend simply hand him over as if he was some form of currency to buy her favor.
Eye's shifting for the sky, both you and Dianne would lock looks for a moment. She able to see the pleading look on your face as you saw the pained dilemma in hers. Dianne didn't want to do it, she didn't want to just hand you over to this...monster. Did she really have a choice though? Trish would see her hesitate as Luke and Dianne exchanged looks, something that would only cause a low growl to escape her, she clearly losing her patience. "Look, I'm taking him from you one way or another. You don't stand a chance against me little girl, so just listen to me, hand him over and beat it." This would be the final warning it seemed as Dianne was left with a heart dropping decision. Give in to Trish's demands, or take her chances.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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