Could Be Worse [Awesome x Mayah]

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

She stepped back, her smile disappearing. "He's not my uncle," she murmured, crossing her arms and looking down. Suddenly, she looked back up with a large, fake smile and backed further away. "You just...you hang out with her, okay? I'll just...buy my clothes on my own. WhenI'm done, just...Bye!" Running back into her dressing room, she slid her clothes back on, grabbed the bag with her new undergarments, and left the store without another word.
Several hours later, a well-dressed young woman sat in the food court, dozens of clothing bags surrounding her. She sighed for the hundredth time, pulling out her cell phone and calling her lawyer again. "Jefferson, there has to be a way out of this. I pay you to find loopholes! You've gotten me out of marriages, hits, everything! Can't you get this man out of my life?" She paused a bit to hear him speak, then sighed. "He has to relinquish all rights to me? He won't do it, he cares too much about my parents wishes. It doesn't exactly help that I look so much like my mother. Jefferson, I don't care how much I have to pay. Find another way to get Alcott Northwind the hell out of my life!" Pressing END, she slipped the phone into her new jeans' pocket and sighed, tossing her unrated food into a trash can and calling another lawyer about the same issue.

 

[Its Smiley]

"Michaela..." Alcott sighed and watched her run off. Jesus, she does this every time he talks to another girl. That jealousy of hers could be a huge pain sometimes. "Sorry," he started to the woman and began to turn to her apologetically. "She's just-"
The woman instantly put a finger against his lips and smiled sweetly at him. "Don't worry, my daughter's the same way." she laughed. Pulling her finger away from the flustered man, she pulled out a random business card from her pocket and plucked a pen from his pocket. Using his chest, she wrote a few numbers on it and a name. "Here," she said as she slid the pen and the card into his pocket. "Call me whenever you need to talk, or need some parental advice." she laughed. Giving him a wink, the girl turned around and began walking away, swaying her hips in the process.
Alcott watched the woman leave with a bit of disbelief on his face. That was the first woman to recognize Michaela as someone he's not with. He watched her leave - mainly her hips - before remembering the card in his pocket. "Jennifer..." he mumbled and smirked. What a woman. He would have stayed like that had he not seen the lingerie on his arm. Michaela. Sighing, Alcott went to go pay for the item.

~~~

"Alright, well thanks anyway." Alcott sighed as he stepped out of a McDonalds, a bag holding a Big Mac in it. Hey, he was starving!
Anyway, the handsome young man had spoken to probably the fifth store that had no clue where Michaela was, that meant she hadn't gone anywhere to buy food or, God help him, more clothes. Where could that girl b-
Then he head her yelling. Yup, he recognized that voice. Following the yells with his long strides, he reached the lonely girl at the table and sat down across from her. "Alright, spill." he sighed as he set his food down in front of him. "What's eating you now?"

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

She didn't even look up at him, keeping her eyes hidden behind her new, extremely expensive sunglasses. "I called my lawyers, and I found at least one way to get out of this contract my parents forced you into with their will," she said, picking up her phone and ignoring an incoming call from her friend. "The others are being tested as we speak. This is a lot like a divorce. We have to decide who gets what. I've already decided what I want and what I don't, so all that's left is for you to pick out what you want. Daddy wanted you to live in the penthouse at least until my twentieth, so you can keep it as long as you want. I also don't want the house on the cliff, so you can have that too. I'm...I'm sick of this. I want my old life back." Standing, she took off the sunglasses and handed them to a young woman, tossing her full drink into the trash can. "I called Bonita, and she should have my things packed by the time we get home next month. Right now, I have to get a new suitcase so we can leave for Europe tonight to finish with the ashes. Stay put, alright?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed all of her heavy bags and started for a luggage store, not even realizing that she'd left a small, dark blue bag on the table.

 

[Its Smiley]

Alcott appeared right in front of Michaela, a few of his feathers floating to the ground and a blue bag on his finger. "Quit your damn drama!" he said with an intense look in his sea blue eyes. "Every time I talk to someone that's not you, you start crying and run off! Every time I look the other way you get a betrayed look on your face! You always want to get out of this but you keep coming back!" He handed her the bag. "Quit trying to run from your damn problems and face them already!"

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

For the first time in a while, rage sparked in Michaela's eyes, and she shoved the bag back towards him. "You want to know what my problem is? My problem is that I'm getting feelings for the same man who kissed me because of one reason and one reason only!" Pushing him back, she glared at him, shaking her head. "When did you realize that you loved my mother? Yeah, I know all about it. I'm not an idiot, Alcott, I remember the way you looked at her. You looked at her the same way my father did: like she was a gift from God." She refrained from stomping her foot and refused to let her tears surface. "Damn it, Alcott...don't you think I realize how much of a brat I am? I'm fully aware of it! I get hurt when you talk to other people because those other people are usually impossibly gorgeous women who I would never be able to compete against. That woman from Victoria's Secret? She has the body of a porn star! And a well-paid one, too. How can I ever dream to compete? I'm cute, that's all I am. And you'll never lower yourself to my pitiful level because not only am I sixteen years younger than you, but I'm also your best friend's daughter. Not to mention that I'm not a real woman yet. I want out of this more than you realize, but I keep coming back, but I don't want to think of life without you. But now? I've finally found a way out. The second we get back to the states, I'm taking you to the courthouse, and you will relinquish any and all rights to me. And after that, I never want to see you again. Now shut the hell up and wait out here so I can get what I need in order to leave so we can finish with these damn ashes, and I can go back to my life!" Turning on her heel, she strode into the luggage store, her cheeks red from her anger.

In the bag was an old pocket watch that her father had once worn.Passed down in the family for generations, it had just been cleaned and fixed, and beside it was a note that read,

I know we have our rough times, and I know that some days you just want to strangle me, but I also know that you're one of the most caring people I know. I'm sorry for running away in the store...I ope this makes up for it. Daddy always said you'd probably get it, anyway!

~~Michaela

 

[Its Smiley]

Alcott grit his teeth. There were thousands of things he wanted to say, like how her damn feelings were no excuse to blame her mother for it or for constantly running away. She was really trying his patience, and you know what? He was done. "I don't give a crap about her damn feelings anymore," he growled through his clenched fists, flames barely escaping his fingers. "She wants out? She wants to think of what to do? Fine! I'm done with this sh_t!" Tossing the bag and the lingerie he bought her over his shoulder, the half-breed stormed out of the mall, pushing some people out of his way.

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

Michaela watched as he walked away, sighing and falling to the ground. Inside, she knew she'd done what she needed to do. It hurt more than anything else had ever hurt before, but she was completely aware of she'd done the right thing. Alcott wasn't for her. He was for someone else...someone that wasn't too young, too immature, and too jealous. Sighing, she grabbed her bags, emptied them into the suitcase, and wheeled it out, picking up the lingerie and the pocket watch while she was at it. As she walked outside, she again refused to cry. She needed to stop crying everytime something went wrong. And now? She was done crying. Especially for him. Michaela stopped beside a man in a suit, bowing her head. "I did as I was told. You'll leave him alone now, right?"
Alexander looked up and chuckled. "I will. Don't know about Harmana though."
She growled at him, glaring. "You promised his safety, damn it!"
"Oh, my precious cousin, he's safe from me...but you aren't." He advanced toward her, smirking.
Michaela gasped, stepping back and dropping her things. "Help....someone!! HELP!" But no one came. Finally, when she'd come to her last resort, tears streamed down her face as she screamed "ALCOTT!!" at the top of her lungs, only to be hit on the head and carried away by her cousin.

~~~

Several hours later, she finally awoke, the area between her legs aching to no end and her head pounding. "Wh-where am I?" she murmured, only to find her echo to be her reply. Looking around, she tugged at the chain around her ankle that connected her to the bed. Bringing her knees up under her chin, she started to sob. All this...because of one damn phone call...

 

[Its Smiley]

She always does this crap, she was the f_cking reason he didn't want to even consider having kids anymore! "Damn her." Alcott growled as he finally left the mall and entered the sunlight. Despite how much he hated her, he knew he had a promise to keep to Sarah and Cole. But dammit, he was going to have at least one day off from all this! Pulling his phone and a business card out, Alcott dialed in Jennifer's number and pressed it to his ear. Within three rings the phone finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Jennifer?" he started, glad to hear a familiar voice. A familiar voice he liked. "Yeah, this is the guy you met at that store a couple hours ago. Victoria's Secret."
For a moment there was no answer, and the young man was beginning to think that she had hung up. But then Jennifer's voice picked up again. "Oh hey! Things go okay?"
"Not. At. All."
She laughed from the other line. "Well I'm still at the mall if you want to talk."
"Oh, sounds nice, actually. Where you at?"
"Don't worry, just stay where you are and I'll meet you outside in a little bit." Then the phone hung up.
Alcott ran his thumb across his phone as it went back to the large digital clock. Maybe all he needed right now was someone to vent to, maybe he needed someone around his own age. He sighed and slipped the phone into his pocket. He'd be heading to the bar, that's for sure.
The man waited for a few more minutes, anxiously awaiting Jennifer, when something occurred to him. He didn't tell her where he was, so how did she-
Alcott gasped as he felt a sharp pain at his back. He stumbled forward a few steps before yanking off the protrusion on his back and bringing it to his face to see that it was an empty syringe of a dart. "Wh-What?" he mumbled, his gaze going hazy a few times. Alcott slowly began to to waver when he heard Jennifer laughing behind him. He turned around and breathed to see Jennifer removing a wig to reveal that blonde hair with gray streaks. "You..." he gasped before passing out.

~~~

With a groan Alcott finally stirred from his sleep, his sea blue eyes opened and showed him the room he was in. A sea-themed room with a plush yet slightly starch bed. He tried to get up, but his arms and legs were forced apart like an X through chains, and let's not forget the fact that his shirt was opened and his pants unbuckled. "Back here again." he sighed and tried to at least open his wings, but instantly a sharp pain went down his spine and throughout his body. Alcott yelled out in pain and tried to see what was going on what was happening.
"Oh good, you're awake." Harmana chimed from across the room. The half-breed snapped his head to see the very woman of his nightmares walking over to him, a lustful grin on her face. "You're so much more fun awake." she teased as she glided her fingers across his chest and his stomach.
"That's just like you to play dress-up." Alcott hissed and winced as her touch went lower and lower.
"What? Did someone learn to back-talk?" Harmana mused with raised eyebrows before taking firm hold of him, silencing him instantly. "You don't have to pretend to be a man anymore, Al, that girl's with Alexander, so now you can be the baby you really are. And make it quick, I'm getting antsy." she said as she felt him.
Alcott squirmed and grunted, trying to ignore her touch, but it was a very hard thing to do! He nearly succeeded, however, when he heard her comment. "Wh-What?" he breathed, eyes wide.

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

The young woman rocked back and forth, trying her best to ignore the pain in her nether-regions. Suddenly, she heard a chuckle.
"You always did look cute when you were frightened. But then, I like you more when you're screaming for mercy." Alexander made his way from the shadows, smirking.
"Alexander," she gasped, trying her best to crawl back. "Wha-what do you want from me? I'll give you money, power, fame, anything, just let me go!"
He laughed, coming even closer. "I want none of those things. I just want you to suffer like I did."
"I hardly think rape is the same as being ignored by my own parents!" she shouted, glaring at him despite her fear.
"Stupid girl," he chuckled, unbuckling his pants and sitting on the bed. "I had to endure seeing you placed on a pedestal every day for years. And now, I'm knocking you off of it." He grabbed the chain, yanking her over to him. Forcing her to lay down, he pried her legs open and crawled between them, smirking. "Now, you're going to lay back and take this like the whore you are!" he shouted, plunging into her and making her scream in horror.

~~Around 2 awful hours later~~

Alexander grunted as he pulled out of his cousin, throwing her onto the bed and pulling her pants up. "I'll be back in about an hour. I suggest you get ready for more." With that said, he strode out of the room, locking the door behind him.
Michaela curled into a ball, too tired to continue crying. The blood between her legs was already beginning to dry, and the white, sticky leftovers from her cousin was covering her legs, arms, and face. Holding herself tightly, she shut her eyes and tried to think of a better time, but she couldn't, so she tried to sing. "Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For my darling, I love you and I always wi...wi..." She couldn't finish the song, bursting into another round of tears.
Alexander strode into the room Harmana had chosen, smirking. "Hmm, you having as much fun as I am?" he asked, leaning on the doorway.

 

[Its Smiley]

Alcott growled through his gasps. "You'll pay for this!" he snarled and tried to fire some flames or ice at her, but the chains around him had a hex on them that prevented his magic from being used. Certainly just like old times.
"Oh hush up." Harmana rolled her eyes. "I've got you where I want now, and you won't be escaping anytime soon." she smirked.
Alcott snarled until he heard a scream that made his heart stop. "Oh God..." he breathed, eyes widening. "No... No she can't be here."
"Yup, that little brat's with Alex right now by the sounds of it." she said with a lazy wave of her hand. "Let's drown that noise out with our own."
Alcott didn't even hear her then. All he could hear was Michaela's screams of agony. Oh God, this was his fault! He shouldn't have left! The half-breed tugged at his chains, desperate to escape. He tried to unfold his wings, but as soon as he made them move the sharp pain shot across his body again.
"Trying to escape?" Harmana purred, enjoying the pain on his face, finding it much more desirable. "Hmm... I broke them in the midst of passion a while ago." she whispered as she leaned in close to his angered yet pained face. "I could show you again, if you want." she said, knowing that it would happen anyway despite his answer.
Alcott growled at her. "Rot in Hell." he hissed before her handiwork forced a weakened groan out of his mouth. He despised Harmana, but he loathed himself for nearly reaching his limit. His body couldn't tell people apart and it sickened him to see his old mistress pleased.
"I just got back from it, actually." the mistress said as she planted kisses on his body, getting lower and lower. "I even learned a few tricks there." Against Alcott's will, she replaced her hand with her mouth.

~~~

Alcott cried out in disgust as his body finally answered Harmana's pleas. He closed his eyes in disgust and shame, he felt so helpless, not just because his body was pathetic, but because he.... because he heard Michaela's own torture the entire time. God he felt so weak! It angered him!
Harmana sat up and flipped her hair over her shoulder just as Alexander walked over to them. "Very much so." she purred and wiped her mouth then turned to the half-breed, who was glaring at them angrily.
"You sick b_stards!" he spat at the two.

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

"Oh, how cute! You think that's insulting," he purred, walking over. "You know, I think I should reward you for being so cute. I set up cameras in each room of this house, and each room also has a television." Grabbing a remote from the wall, he pushed a button and grinned as a large flatscreen was lowered from the ceiling. "For your gift, I'm going to let you see your precious little ward." He flipped through the channels, finally landing on a picture of a naked Michaela in the other room, rocking back and forth, covered in bruises, blood, hickeys, and semen, sobbing. "Beautiful, isn't she? I decorated her so nicely. You know, Harmana, after dinner, you should let him watch her again! I'll be guest-starring."
Meanwhile, on the screen, Michaela was trying to stop her sobbing. Looking down, she grabbed the small pitcher of water and old rag beside her and started to clean herself off, unable to stop the tears running down her face. After a few minutes, she finally got everything off, then threw the picther into the wall, shattering it. She collapsed back into a ball, closing her eyes and starting to pray. "Please God...just let him be safe. I don't care if I never get out of here, just let him be safe. Don't put me through this for nothing. I don't deserve this...I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!"
Alexander giggled, handing Harmana the remote. "Oh, but she does. Every whore deserves what they get." He kissed Harmana on the cheek, smirking. "That reminds me. I'm going to tell her he's dead. Do me a favor and gag him so she doesn't have any reason to think otherwise."

 

[Its Smiley]

Alcott grit his teeth in fury of the two. Never had he felt so helpless, not even when he was still enslaved! "Burn in Hell!" snarled the half-breed as he lashed out at them, only for the chains to pull him back down and force him to fall against the broken bones hidden beneath his fingers, bringing a hiss of pain to the half-breed. His head tilted back and his eyes tightly closed to bare with the pain, he heard Alexander mention something about cameras and television. He knew where this was going. Alcott quickly brought his head back up and caught his breath when he saw Michaela in her traumatized state.
There she sat on the screen, washing off the mess the sick b_stard left her in while sobbing something to herself. "No..." Alcott whispered in horror, a look of despair on his face. Now he had never felt so helpless. Hearing her was one thing, but to see her like this! So tired, to sad, so broken. As Alcott begin to lose the ability to breathe, he felt his vision change and play tricks on him. He had to blink a few times to attempt to fix his eyes, but for a second, for a very long second, Michaela, shattered and frightened, looked... just..... like..........
"No!" Alcott yelled and struggled against his chains again, desperately summoning his flames but to no avail. How weak he felt... "You sick freak! How the Hell could you do that to your own cou-"
Harmana stuffed some of the sheets into his mouth and forced him into silence, though she put up with a bit of a fight. Alcott lurched and tried to buck her off, but she kept steady and only forced the sheets deeper into his mouth until he was near gagging. "Just like old times, right?" she cooed to him before turning to Alexander with a smirk, taking the remote from him. "Ooh, I can't wait to see how this ends~" she said.

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

Alexander's smirk grew as he walked out of the room, returning to Michaela.
She looked up, biting her lip and shrinking away. "Why are you back? It hasn't been an hour.""Oh cousin, I have something for you," he purred, producing a single white feather from behind his back. "He put up quite a fight, I'll tell you that. But in the end, it was so easy to quiet him."
Rage sprouted in Michaela's eyes, and she lurched forward. "You son of a b***h! I'll f**king kill you!" Held back by a thin, silver chain, she tried to reach him, ignoring the pain that radiated throughout her body. "You said you wouldn't hurt him! You promised!!"
"And you believed me?" he laughed, grabbing her flailing wrists and throwing her to the bed. "Let's be honest, Michaela. Even if I let him live, why would he want you? You are a disease, a plague, a worthless piece of garbage. He would never love you, regardless of how much patience you have. You have nothing to offer, other than money and power, which he obviously cares nothing for. You aren't even a real woman anymore, not like you were. You are nothing but a poisonous whore, and no wonder your parents ignored you. What do you have that could ever possibly make anyone want to see you?" Unbuckling his pants once more, he let them drop and pinned her to the bed, her fists clenching as she tried to fight back.
"I don't want this! Please, Alexander, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Go? To what? Your precious angel is dead. You have nothing left."
"I need him to live, but I don't need him to survive!" she yelled, struggling against him. "If he were here, he would sooner let me die than let me live on like this. Alcott would never want me to stop fighting, so I won't!"
He punched her in the jaw, hard enough to leave a bruise and quieting her. "You will do as I say, Michaela. And right now, you're going to shut up, lay back, and take it!"

God, I don't even KNOW how long this was...

When he finally released her, Michaela was again covered in blood and semen, this time just laying on the bed and closing her eyes.
"I'm going to go eat dinner. Clean yourself up so I won't be disgusted when I return, or you'll be sorry." With that said, he buckled his pants and left the room, knocking on Harmana's door. "Dinner should be ready in twenty minutes. I suggest you hurry up before it gets cold."
Back in her room, Michaela was trembling on the dirty, yet luxurious, white bed. Her blood covered it, and she lay in a ball right in the middle of a large red splotch. Yet, she wasn't crying for herself. Instead, she cried for her lost guardian, the man she neglected to protect. She couldn't even bear to stand and sit inside the bathtub just a few paces away. She could only lay back and sob. "I'm so sorry, Alcott...I'm so sorry..."

 

[Its Smiley]

Alcott let out a muffled growl as he watched Alexander enter the room through the television. He watched helplessly as the feather was presented and supposedly signified his death, how Michaela broke down yet refused to show it. No... No there had to be something he could do. Anything!
Alcott yelled out in hopes that maybe, just maybe, a muffled cry could reach her ears. It didn't. It didn't even go past the door to his room. He flailed his limbs in hope that the jangle of the chains would make some sound. It didn't get past the hallway.
Dammit, Alcott seethed in his mind, glaring at the ecstatic Harmana that was so deeply happy to see that the brat from earlier got what she deserved. I'm so sorry Michaela...

~~~

Alcott had his head turned away from the TV, not wanting to see anymore of this. He could hear Michaela crying and knew it had ended, his shameful gaze lifted to the window. It was nighttime, he could see the moon. It was barely full, and as the darkness of night grew deeper, Alcott felt an idea fueled by revenge and rage formulate. It was nearly new moon, his demonic side was ready to be released and perform everything he had in mind. Three days. In three days the moon would no longer have its light and his flames would be the only light provided in the night. Three days.
Please hold on, Michaela, Alcott begged as he watched the moon rise.

 

[Mayah Playah]

Awesome nerd

By the time three days had passed, what was left of Michaela's spirit had been diminished. Her insides had long lost all sense of feeling, and although she was forced to take long, cleansing baths each night and morning, she'd never felt dirtier. The naked young woman lay completely still on the bed, her eyes kids half open and her arms covering her chest. All over her body were large purple bruises, and scratches from his many hits with his rings on covered her back, face, and stomach. Even her breasts were covered with bruises from her cousin gripping them too hard. She still believed her precious guardian to be dead, and was dead inside.
Alexander sighed as he entered the room, watching her. "You're starting to bore me, Michaela," he told her, taking his pants off. "I mean, at least you used to fight back."
"What do you care? As long as you get off, it doesn't matter."
"Fiesty. That's more like you." Chuckling, he lay her back and plunged inside her, her expression unchanging.

An hour later

Michaela turned her back on her cousin, not even bothering to watch him leave. "Please," she begged once the door shut. "If I mean anything to you, God...kill me...just kill me... Death is better than this hell."