Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch

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15. Dreaming Of Him

Green eyes shining, watching me as I crept out into the dark to see him properly. Hissing at him to not kill the telepath. Snippets of sentences, laughter and tears. Blood and pain.

"Look who's the badass bitch of London..." That one stung.

"Well if it isn't the devil in jeans..." I winced at the pain.

Being so drunk that the world spun.

Climbing into a taxi with him.

"Because,", lips on my neck, "I love you."

 

My heart hurts.

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I felt hands close on my wrists. Curls brushing my cheek. I shrunk away, but then relaxed as I realised he was only trying to soothe the pain coming from the tattoo being needled into my ankle. I closed my eyes and listened to the buzzing noise of the machine and the pricks of pain, but there was something that made me forget all that.

Harry.

He was progressing from my neck, brushing butterfly kisses along my jaw and nibbling gently at the corners of my lips.

"I don't bite." He whispered, raising goosebumps on my arms.

"I know, but you're making me all shakey and I'm trying to keep still."

He laughed, and it seemed like the most beautiful sound in the world.

"I love you. I know you're completely wasted, and that you'll forget I said this. But I truly love you. And maybe that will be enough to keep me sane."

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Drinking orange juice.

Harry falling from a rocking chair in my bedroom.

Harry holding me in the rain, as if I were the most fragile being to ever exsist.

Harry showing up at the club, watching me sing and make an idiot out of myself.

Harry.

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Feet thudding outside a door.

Darkness and rope burn.

Watching him bleed.

Thinking he was gone forever.

Holding him as I wept.

Holding him as I lost myself.

Screaming his name.

Sirens.

Red.

Blue.

Red.

 

"Awake yet?"

Red was sat on my bed, but that wasn't the first thing my brain registered.

No, the first thing was the pounding headache, blood rushing in my ears, pain seizing me from every direction.

I whimpered and then I remembered the flashbacks I must've had while I was knocked out. I was suddenly angry at myself.

Why did I have to remember him?

Why did I not remember my parents instead, or the happy times I used to have when they were alive?

Or maybe even my little puppy Rolo, who got put down because he had cancer.

Godess, I would've rather had that then remember how I'd put Harry in so much danger. It was killing me, and she knew it.

"Come on, you feel that don't you? The pain, the anguish. The emotion? Grab onto that like your life depends on it. Because it's all you have. We all miss you, but you're being completely stupid acting like this. We knew you'd go insane, but we never thought you'd go bad. So snap out of it! You hear me?! Stop it!"

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the rocking chair, rocking it gently. I couldn't be bothered to speak, and her constant pep talk was annoying me.

The memories hurt, and I didn't want to remember that hurt. But it was like a stain. I couldn't just get rid of it like I so desperately wanted to - it was there, and it was staying there permanently.

Just don't think about it. No emotion equals no pain. Keep it that way.

But I couldn't. It was still there. And it was consuming me. Maybe I could just act for a little longer like I didn't care. Because I was starting to feel.

"I can see that you're fighting it. Do you remember when you first met Harry?"

Yes.

"Keep thinking about that."

I don't want to.

I was speaking to her mind. I'd done it to Harry before, but never Red. She didn't seem shocked in the slightest.

"What's you're favourite memory?" Why the inquisition, Red?

Kayleb, I said involuntarily.

She went stiff and then took a deep breath, exhaling through her nose.

"Tell me about him."

He's a telepath. Like me. He helped me when I didn't know what was going on inside my head. He let me live with him. He told me about his time in jail. He was my only friend. And I thought I loved him. But I didn't know what love was. Until-

I cut the thought off when I picked images from Red's mind.

Kayleb pushing her onto the bed, pulling down her jail suit.

Kayled laughing at her when she told him about the many reasons why she was put in jail.

Kaylebs face when she picked Zayn.

And then I didn't know what to think. Red and Kayleb. Hm, how intriguing.

"You're a whore." I murmered.

"Pardon?"

"You did the nasty with Kayleb in the tiny little jail cell and then came home and told him nothing about it. Ha! Then after leading my best friend on, you told him to get on his way. That you loved Zayn. Do you enjoy playing around with my best friend, cousin? Does it bring you some sort of sick pleasure I should know about? Please, do tell." I began to laugh. A very, very defeated laugh. But it was all I could do to try and make sence of things.

Thoughts were buzzing round her head but I managed to decipher one in paticular.

So this is what it's like to have a mind-reading cousin. I didn't sleep with him. I only kissed him. And I felt guilty after leaving Kayleb. I feel guilty now.

"Guilty! Ha! Guilty my arse. Go die, Red. No wonder Kayleb hated you when I mentioned your name. Y'know, I haven't seen him in a while."

Suddenly a pang of longing struck me and I realised I missed my best friend. He was the only thing I had left of my old life. He was a reminder, and that's all I needed.

"You won't return to your old self." Red said.

"Yes, I thought we established that." I replied sarcastically. Oh how I loved sarcasm.

"Well, maybe I can't make you, but I know who can."

 

 

"Hey there, sexy. Not looking too good, are we?"

I watched Red walk out the room and slam the door behind her. Then I saw his ice blue eyes, his tousled black hair. I smelt his minty aroma and felt myself become instantly at ease.

Then I felt his mind encase mine, wrapping around me protectively and shielding me with his thoughts. Like a raven's wings spread out wide, keeping me close and fighting off the outside world.

"I missed you." He said softly, walking over and tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Ah, nice piercings. Six of them... bit much. How're you doing?"

Cut the small talk, I spoke to his mind.

I came to see how you are. You don't look that bad. I would've thought she'd have killed you by now. I hate to see you like this, Ruby-kins.

I silently reached out to touch his mind, subtly letting him know how much I well and truly missed him. How much him being here meant to me.

Well it's okay now. I'm here. Won't take long to untie these ropes.

He smiled, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. I never thought him capable of such emotion. But he seemed to know how hard it was for me to do such a thing. To think of him in such way.

"I missed you, Kayleb. So much. But not in that way..."

"I know, Ruby-kins. But you'll be out of here soon. You still hung up on that Harry guy?"

"You read my mind?"

He pretended to be offended. "Just because you left me, doesn't mean I wasn't in tune to your mind the entire time. Not every second of every day, but the loudest thoughts were the ones I listened to. You love him, and you miss him."

But I missed you more, I whined, my head pounding.

Kayleb shook his head and reached around the back of the rocking chair, untying the rope and setting me free.

The first thing I did was wrap my arms around this neck, pulling him to me. I inhaled the smell of him, soap and mint and something else I could never quite figure out.

"You're still my best friend?" I whispered into his hair.

"Yeah. 'Course I am. I missed you more than I thought I would."

I held him tighter and he pulled back, grinning.

"Better?"

I nodded.

"Feeling emotions yet?"

Yes, I was.

"Which ones?"

Something I don't like.

"Oh. Which one?"

Pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A.N: Okay, I cried! So hard. I don't know why. I enjoyed this chapter so much, I may even write another! Yeesh, I'm feeling generous today! :D Love you all and thankyou so much for reading! Like I said, maybe just one more chapter. I mean, I updated TWICE! Twice in one day! :) Miracles happen, right? Thanks for everything my little clovers.

Love you,

Patch xoxo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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