run for your life || jett

[driver taden]

It had been another successful night at the Velvet Revolver for her. Things had been going well lately and her boss was extremely happy with her work. The clients loved her because she hardly said a word or made a sound, yet she was still incredibly sexy. It was that mysterious quality about her, and it was simply because her eyes spoke wonders for them all. When she looked a man straight into his eyes they felt like she was seeing right through them and they instantly felt a connection. She had more numbers hanging from her lingerie then she knew what to do with, and as she stood in front of her boss, she didn't smile as he gushed about how happy and pleased he was. "This is fantastic! They're telling their friends all about you now, and we're getting more and more customers. That's it, you're going to be working every night! I knew I didn't make a mistake hiring you Driver." He finished and then took half of her profits. Sighing softly, she counted the money in her hand. She had made three hundred dollars and she was now left with one hundred and twenty five. This wasn't good.

Looking down at the wads of ones in her hands, she shook her head and bit her lower lip to keep herself from getting upset. She could work with this. She could. Shaking her head a bit, she turned on her six inch heel, gliding gracefully to the back changing room. Pulling on the robe that she was given as part of the job, she packed her things in the small bag that she would add to her larger bag, which was hidden in the back alley way. Wrapping her robe tightly around herself, she said good night to some of the other girls and checked her watch. She didn't have the luxury of a cell phone after all. Seeing that it was two in the morning, she closed her eyes in slight regret. She liked to find a place to sleep before two because two was when the strange people usually ventured out. Sighing softly once more, Driver disappeared out the back door, her dark brown hair flowing in gentle waves down her back. Wrapping her arms around herself to ward out the chill of the air, she found her things still safely untouched. Crouching down beside it, she kept looking over her shoulder to make sure that she was still alone, but she didn't hear the men rounding the building. They were sharing a drink, and it wasn't until she heard one of them shout with laughter did she start panicking. Freaking out suddenly, she hadn't managed to change into decent clothes at all and she knew exactly what it meant. Standing from her thing, she hooked the bag over her shoulder and hurried to the back door of the Revolver. It was locked.

She tried the handle desperately, but then knew she wasn't getting in, no matter what. Closing her eyes, she turned around to face the three men that had just noticed her. Her heart was beating erratically and the fear ripped through her. "Hey beautiful. You busy? Because we'd like to entertain you for a change." His words were slurred and muffled, and he was suddenly inches from her face. Turning her face away, she tried to block out the wretched smell of alcohol, but he didn't like that. His hand flew to her face, and she felt the stinging from the smack he had just dealt her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch. Do your job." He snarled viciously and grabbed her wrist roughly. Resisting the urge to cry out, she was sent flying forward, landing on the dirty pavement hard, her hands bracing her fall. Her skinned palms were not helping her situation and she knew that her knees were bloody as well. Looking up through her hair now, she saw another man coming at her, ripping her robe from her shoulders as he dragged her to her feet. She landed him a punch straight to the nose, hearing it crack because of the upward angle she had hit it at. Her knuckles bled in protest, but it was worth it. However, her attackers didn't think so.

The one who was still left grabbed her by her hair, and that final caused her to cry out in pain. She was sent flying to the ground, landing on her side. She was reprimanded with a blow to her stomach, and she laid there now, the tears coming before she could stop them. It was then that she offered her first words. "Stop, please. Just..leave me alone." She pleaded, knowing it was her only hope. The first man came over and pulled her head up by her hair, speaking angrily to her. "You want us to stop? Do what you're good for then bitch." Driver was brought to her knees and shoved in front of a man. His crotch was at eye level and she sucked in a deep breath, knowing what they wanted but not wanting to do it. Thinking for a moment, she knew that if she didn't act right she was going to suffer, but she didn't care. It would be better than this. Pulling her hand up, she offered him a hard blow to his region, sending him backwards. She was slapped hard across her face and she landed face first, her vision clouding over. She was petrified for one. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this.

908 WORDS | COMPLETE | JETT |
LYRICS BY SKILLET | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
I can't waittt! =D

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[jett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, height: 30px; background-color: #E0D91B; width: 425px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #F2F2F2; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center, bTable]yeah, you got me begging, begging please don't go

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? JETT WAS THE ONLY SOBER ONE IN THE GROUP, AND BEING THE DESIGNATED DRIVER SUCKED ASS. HE ALWAYS HATED WHEN IT WAS HIS TURN. HE LOVED GETTING DRUNK JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM; HE WAS IRISH AFTER ALL. BUT THIS WAS CONNOR'S NIGHT, AND HE HAD TO DO WHAT CONNOR WANTED HIM TO DO. EVER SINCE THAT SNOW DAY WHEN CONNOR HAD LITERALLY BLOWN DOWN THE DOOR TO THE KITCHEN, TRAPPING HIM AND JETT'S SISTER INSIDE, CONNOR HAD BEEN SO FUCKING HORNY FOR SOME REASON. HE KNEW HIS FRIEND OFTEN COVERED HIS EMOTIONS BY GETTING LAID, AND HE FIGURED CONNOR WAS STILL PISSED ABOUT ELI DESTROYING THE BOTTLE OF WHISKEY. AS FAR AS JETT WAS CONCERNED, IT DIDN'T INVOLVE HIM SO HE WASN'T GOING TO GET INTO THE MIDDLE OF IT. ELI WAS A BIG GIRL, AND SHE PREFERRED HANDLING HER OWN PROBLEMS, SO SHE COULD BEAT THE HELL OUT OF CONNOR IF HE NEEDED IT. AS FAR AS HE COULD TELL, THE MATTER SEEMED RESOLVED BETWEEN ELI AND CONNOR SINCE THEY'D GONE BACK TO IGNORING EACH OTHER OR HATING ONE ANOTHER AROUND THE MANSION, AND THAT WORKED FOR HIM. CONNOR WAS PROBABLY HIS BEST FRIEND, AND HE DIDN'T WANT ANY DRAMA. DRAMA SUCKED ALMOST AS BADLY AS BEING THE DESIGNATED DRIVER. SO, HE WAS DOING HIS FRIENDLY DUTY AND ACCOMPANYING CONNOR TO HIS FAVORITE JOINT TO 'GET SOME TAIL' AS HE LIKED TO SAY IT, VELVET REVOLVER. JETT ENJOYED WATCHING THE GIRLS DANCING AROUND ON THE STAGE AND PINCHING THE WAITRESSES ON THE ASS AS MUCH AS THE NEXT GUY, SO HE DIDN'T OBJECT WHEN CONNOR DECLARED HE NEEDED A BOY'S NIGHT OUT AFTER THE SNOW MELTED. CONSIDERING THE MOST INTERESTING THING JETT HAD DONE OVER THE PAST TWO WEEKS WAS LIGHT MATCHES AND TRY TO MELT AWAY THE SNOW IN THE BACKYARD, JETT HAD LEAPT AT THE OPPORTUNITY FOR A FIELD TRIP. NOW, HE WAS SITTING ON THE END OF THE BOOTH NEXT TO CONNOR WHO WAS THOROUGHLY SOUSED AND SINGING SOME IRISH DRINKING SONG, SWAYING BACK AND FORTH DRAMATICALLY WITH HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER AND LENNOX WHO WAS ONLY DRUNK SO HE COULD FORGET HE HAD AGREED TO COME ALONG IN THE FIRST PLACE. TIRED OF BEING THE ONLY SOBER ONE IN THE PARTY, JETT PEELED HIMSELF OUT OF THE BOOTH AND STRETCHED. CONNOR GRABBED HIM BY THE ARM JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT TO TURN TO GO OUTSIDE. "WERRRYOUGONN?" HE SLURRED DRUNKENLY, SMILING A LARGE SMILE UP AT JETT. PULLING HIS ARM OUT OF CONNOR'S GRASP WITH A CHUCKLE, JETT PATTED HIS BACK AND PUSHED HIM BACK UP TO A SITTING POSITION AFTER HE FELL OVER IN THE BOOTH. "I'LL BE BACK SOON. I NEED SOME AIR," JETT COMMENTED, ASSURING HIMSELF THAT THE THREE SELWYNS WOULDN'T GET THEMSELVES INTO ANY MORE TROUBLE BEFORE HE COULD RETURN, AND THEN HE DEPARTED. HE KNEW THE BACK EXIT OUT OF THE CLUB THANKS TO CONNOR HAVING A RESERVED BOOTH FOR HIM AND HIS FRIENDS, JETT INCLUDED, SO HE HEADED THAT WAY INSTEAD OF FIGHTING THE TRAFFIC COMING IN THROUGH THE MAIN ENTRANCE. AS HE PASSED THE DRESSING ROOMS, HE SMILED AND FLIRTACIOUSLY SLAPPED A FEW GIRLS HE RECOGNIZED ON THE ASS, KISSING ONE ON HER CHEEK AS HE PASSED. HE'D SLEPT WITH A FEW OF THEM, BUT STRIPPERS WEREN'T USUALLY HIS STYLE. THAT WAS MORE CONNOR'S DEAL. SO HE KEPT ON MOVING, PULLING HIS CIGARETTES OUT OF THE INNER POCKET OF THE VEST HE WORE OVER A DRESS SHIRT WHICH WAS ROLLED UP AT THE SLEEVES. FINDING A LIGHT FOR HIS CIGARETTE WAS A SIMPLE TASK SINCE HE HAD AT LEAST FIVE DIFFERENT SOURCES OF FIRE ON HER PERSON AT ALL TIMES. PULLING OUT A SIMPLE LIGHTER, HE LIT THE CIGARETTE JUST AS HE PUSHED OPEN THE REAR EXIT AND WAS DUMPED INTO THE ALLEYWAY. THE AIR OUTSIDE WAS STILL COLD ALTHOUGH THE SNOW WAS MOSTLY GONE, AND IT STUNG HIS LUNGS IN OPPOSITION TO THE HARD, HOT AIR INSIDE THE CLUB. THE SILENCE WAS MOMENTARILY OVERWHELMING UNTIL THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY SLOWLY FILLED IT. HE BLEW OUT A PUFF OF SMOKE, CURLING HIS TONGUE SO IT FORMED AN 'S'-SHAPED CLOUD AS IT ROSE FROM HIS LIPS. THAT WAS WHEN HE HEARD THE COMMOTION HE HADN'T FIRST HEARD AS HIS EARS ADJUSTED FROM THE DIN INSIDE THE NIGHTCLUB. TURNING TO HIS LEFT, HE NOTICED A GROUP OF GUYS, AND DIDN'T RECOGNIZE WHAT WAS GOING ON AT FIRST. THEN, WHEN HE REALIZED THEY HAD A GIRL FORCED ONTO HER KNEES IN THE CENTER OF THEIR CIRCLE, HIS ANGER INSTANTLY BURNED TO THE SURFACE. HE THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT HIS SISTER HAD ONLY JUST CONFIDED IN HIM A WEEK BEFORE, AND THAT HUNGRY ANGER FLARED TO LIFE LIKE AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME. HE STEPPED TOWARD THE GROUP JUST AS THE MAN SLAPPED THE GIRL AND SENT HER SPRAWLING ACROSS THE PAVEMENT. THAT ONLY MADE HIM ANGRIER. GRABBING THE MAN WHO'D SLAPPED HER, JETT JACKED HIM UNDERNEATH HIS JAW SO HIS HEAD SNAPPED BACK AND JETT'S MOUTH WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HIS EAR. HE HAD DISCARDED THE CIGARETTE FOR ONE OF HIS LONG LIGHTERS, AND IT FLARED TO LIFE IN THE MAN'S FACE, SINGING OFF HIS EYEBROWS. "TOUCH HER AGAIN, AND I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF AND FEED THEM TO THE RATS," HE HISSED INTO THE MAN'S EAR. HE HEARD A WEAK WHIMPER, AND THE MAN'S FRIENDS WHO HAD INITIALLY BEEN SHOCKED INTO FEAR, BEGAN TO SWELL UP AT HIM. JETT ONLY SMILED A DANGEROUS SMILE. KNEEING HIS VICTIM IN THE BACK OF HIS KNEE SENT HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND, AND JETT USED THE MOMENTUM TO WHIP OUT ANOTHER LIGHTER AS IT CARRIED HIM AT THE NEXT MAN. STRIKING THE LIGHTER, HE TOSSED IT ON THE MAN, CATCHING HIS CLOTHES ON FIRE AS HE SPUN AND KNIFED THE THIRD WITH A POCKETKNIFE HIS SISTER HAD SUGGESTED HE CARRY ON HIM. AS HE KNIFE TOOK THE MAN IN THE THROAT, HE FELL TO HIS KNEES GURGLING WEAKLY AND THE FIRST MAN LITERALLY PEED HIMSELF. SCRAMBLING TO HIS FEET, HE RAN AWAY BACK DOWN THE ALLEY AND OUT TOWARD THE STREET ON THE FAR END OF THE CLUB. MOVING SWIFTLY TO THE GIRL, HE LIFTED HER BY HER SHOULDERS, FEELING HER SHAKING AS HE HELPED HER RISE. HE SAW THE SCRAPES ON HER, AND HE REALIZED BLOOD WAS ON HIS HAND FROM WHERE HE'D STABBED THE THIRD MAN, AND HE QUICKLY SLIPPED THE KNIFE BACK INTO HIS VEST AND WIPED HIS HAND ON HIS PANTS. "ARE YOU OKAY? I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU," HE ASSURED HER, PULLING HER AGAINST HIM SO SHE COULD LEAN ON HIM IF SHE NEEDED. HE HATED FOR WOMEN TO SEE VIOLENCE, UNLESS IT WAS SOMEONE LIKE ELI OR SUTTON WHO WAS USED TO IT. HE HALF-CARRIED HER AROUND THE SILENT SIDE OF THE CLUB, AWAY FROM THE CROWDS AND THE MEN WHO WERE STRUGGLING TO RUN FROM JETT AND GET THEMSELVES TO SAFETY OR A HOSPITAL. LEANING HER AGAINST THE WALL SO SHE COULD CATCH HER BREATH, JETT MADE SURE THE MEN WERE GONE AND THEN HE LOOKED BACK AT HER. SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY A DANCER, AND HE REALIZED HE'D RECOGNIZED HER FROM EARLIER IN THE NIGHT. GENTLY, HE TOUCHED HER UNDER HER CHEEK, EXAMINING THE BRUISE BLOOMING ACROSS HER CHEEK. "ASSHOLES DON'T KNOW HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN," HE GRIPED, OPENING UP HIS VEST AND PULLING OUT SOME BAND-AIDS. SUCH A MUNDANE THING FOR A PYROMANIAC TO CARRY ON HIM, BUT JETT WASN'T YOUR NORMAL CRIMINAL. HE THOUGHT ABOUT THE MUNDANE NECESSITIES. IT MADE HIM UNIQUE. HE OFFERED THE BAND-AIDS TO HER. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" HE ASKED HER AGAIN, TRUE CONCERN IN HIS IRISH VOICE. TAGS: DRIVER, NOTES: JETT'S A HERO! HEE HEE TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[driver taden]

Her vision swam from the two rather forceful hits she had sustained to her face. She tasted blood in her mouth from where she had bit her tongue on the last punch but she refused to spit it out. She didn't want to show weakness in front of her attackers even though she was sure that they knew they would be able to win. She might have been able to hold her own against one man but three? There was no possible way that she was going to come out of this as the victor. Her lower lip trembled at that sudden realization and Driver realized that she had no control over this situation. Put her on stage, or put her behind the wheel of a car and she could do everything and anything. But surround her with three intoxicated men who would apparently do anything for some free sex and she was done for. Trembling on her knees as the first man started to unbuckle his belt, Driver was yanked upwards from the face down position she had been thrown into previously.

Crying out as he wrenched her shoulders back to an uncomfortable point, she let her head fall forward so that her chin rested on her chest. Groaning quietly, she heard their biting remarks and harsh insults. "Come on you stupid whore. This is all you're good for. Do it." He was about to reveal himself when suddenly she felt the hands release her. She didn't question the sudden freedom but she was too weak to hold herself upright at the moment. Pitching forward, she braced herself on her already injured palms, scraping them more and only causing herself more irritation. She remained that way for a moment until one of the untouched men pushed her down, aiming another kick to her stomach as she laid there helplessly. Crying out, Driver opened her eyes to see that man go up in flames. Horrified, she thought she was delirious. Inching away from the scene as quickly as she could, she stopped when the stranger approached her. Terror lit her big, expressive eyes but she didn't speak yet. Hearing his words, she tried to allow herself to be reassured. He wasn't going to hurt her. He couldn't be lying, right?

As he lifted her up she was surprised by the gentleness of his hands, having watched him murder so brutally with those same hands moments before. She glanced to the dead body upon the ground, seeing the blood pool beneath his throat and turned to this new stranger with question. She still did not say a word and one would probably believe it was shock. Normally one would be shocked but Driver was more curious. She didn't know what had just happened, but there was a certain intensity in her eyes that only held suspicion. Not of what he would do to her, but over who he was in general. Some random stranger had just saved her life in a back alley without asking any questions. He could have just threatened the guys away but he had used violence instead. And on top of that, he had used a lot of fire. Driver stood shaking now, partly from the cold, but mostly because of what had just happened. Confusion was her only partner now, and as he led her away from the bloody scene, she found that her legs were not cooperating now.

Stumbling slightly, her hand went out to brace herself and she found her clutching his chest. Her head felt too heavy to keep upright. Her eyes threatened to close as the trauma from the hits came to her, and her cheek rested against his shoulder as he basically carried her along. She soon felt her back hit the cold wall of the building that housed the Velvet Revolver, and Driver did all that she could to cover herself while trying to regain her thoughts. His fingers brushed her face and she couldn't help but flinch. She wasn't afraid of him now but the situation that had just taken place was still fresh in her mind. Her vibrant blue eyes seemed to gain some focus as he spoke to her, his touch bringing her back to the present for the moment. "I'm fine, thank...thank y-you. I...thank you." She managed to mutter out, still not finding the control she wanted over her voice. It cracked from the stress, and she licked her lips to bring some moisture to them. They stung instantly, and it was then that she realized her lip was cracked from the last hit. Looking down as she got her breath back, she glanced up at him once more.

"My..my stuff. Did you s-see a black bag? I need it..I need to go..g-get out of here." She wasn't making the most sense in the world and normally she was a lot stronger than this. It was obvious she was still shell shocked, but she had no choice. She was freezing, as was obvious by her chattering teeth and her blue lips. But that wasn't the point. She needed to find a place to sleep. Stumbling forward, her heels only served to make her progress slower, but she wasn't about to take them off. She stumbled rather roughly though, falling into the stranger as she did so. Blushing bright red, she stuttered a quick, whispered apology before heading back to the alley. She needed her bag. He had to understand.

1008 WORDS | COMPLETE | JETT |
LYRICS BY SKILLET | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
He's such a good guy!

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[jett]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? JETT HAD NEVER PARTICULARLY BEEN THE KNIGHT-IN-SHINING ARMOR TYPE. IT WASN'T THAT HE DIDN'T HAVE THE 'STUFF' FOR IT, HE JUST NEVER GOT THE OPPORTUNITY. THERE WEREN'T MANY WOMEN ASSOCIATED WITH THE IRISH MOB, AND THE ONES THAT WERE EITHER HATED HIM OR WERE RELATED TO HIM, SO HE HADN'T BOTHERED. HE SUPPOSED HE'D BEEN A KNIGHT TO HIS SISTER ON PAST OCCASIONS, BUT ELI WAS A BIG GIRL AND COULD EASILY TAKE CARE OF HERSELF. SO JETT FOCUSED ON HIS JOB - WHICH WASN'T HARD FOR HIM BECAUSE IT CONSISTED OF DOING WHAT HE LOVED, BUILDING BOMBS AND BLOWING SHIT UP - AND HE KEPT TO HIMSELF OTHER THAN THAT. HE COULD BE A TREMENDOUS FLIRT IF HE FELT LIKE IT, BUT MOST OF THE TIME HE JUST KEPT TO HIMSELF UNLESS HE WAS HORNY AND NEEDED TO LET OFF SOME STEAM. HE WASN'T A MANWHORE LIKE HIS FRIEND CONNOR, BUT HE CERTAINLY HAD THE MAKINGS FOR ONE IF HE FELT LIKE IT. SUFFICIENTLY IGNORING THE BLOOD RUNNING OUT OF THE ALLEYWAY AND INTO THE STORM DRAIN NEARBY, JETT FOCUSED ON THE BEAUTY BEFORE HIM. SHE WAS STILL PAINTED UP FROM THE SHOW, BUT SHE HAD A NATURAL BEAUTY BENEATH THAT THAT SHOWED THROUGH. HE FOUND ALL WOMEN BEAUTIFUL SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T MEN, BUT SOME INTERESTED HIM MORE THAN OTHERS. HE COULD TELL SHE WAS STILL STUNNED AND OUT-OF-SORTS FROM THE INCIDENT IN THE ALLEY, AND HIS BROW FURROWED AS SHE STAMMERED SOMETHING ABOUT A BAG. WHEN SHE TRIED TO STAND FROM THE WALL, SHE TIPPED FORWARD AND INTO HIS ARMS, JETT CATCHING HER EASILY. SHE WAS AS LIGHT AS A WRAITH, AND HE DIDN'T THINK IT WAS ONLY HER DIET TO KEEP HERSELF THIN FOR THE SHOW. AS SHE TOTTERED BACK TO THE ALLEY, SEARCHING FOR HER BAG, JETT FOLLOWED HER AND FOUND IT STASHED BEHIND ONE OF THE MANY TRASHCANS IN THE BACK ALLEY. PICKING IT UP, HIS EYES ROVING IT AND PICKING OUT AS MANY DETAILS AS HE COULD MANAGE WITHOUT OPENING IT BEFORE SHE COULD SEE HE'D FOUND IT, HE TRIED TO PIECE TOGETHER THE PUZZLE THAT WAS BECOMING THIS GIRL. "I THINK I FOUND IT," HE NOTED, HOLDING IT UP FOR HER TO SEE WITH A SMALL GRIN ON HIS FACE. HE HELD IT OUT FOR HER TO TAKE AND THEN GLANCED AROUND THE ALLEY. "AN AWFULLY STRANGE PLACE FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG DANCER TO BE SPENDING HER TIME AT TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING," HE COMMENTED PASSIVELY, HIS HANDS SLIDING INTO HIS POCKETS AS HE NOTICED THE COLD CREEPING INTO HIS JOINTS. "AREN'T YOU COLD? I'VE GOT A JACKET INSIDE," HE OFFERED, WAVING A HAND TOWARD THE CLUB. "OR YOU WERE PROBABLY ON YOUR WAY HOME AND NOW I'M JUST LINGERING AND HOLDING YOU UP." SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY SHE REACTED AND ACTED TO HIM TOLD HIM SHE DIDN'T HAVE VERY FAR AT ALL TO GO HOME. IT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE THAT SHE WOULD BE BACK HERE WITH THE THREE MEN, AND THAT BAG HAD NOT JUST BEEN A PURSE. IT WAS TOO LARGE, AND ITS SMELL WAS SIMILAR TO THE ALLEYWAY THAT SURROUNDED THEM. HIS BLUE EYES BORED INTO HER AS THEY STOOD FACING OFF IN THE ALLEY. "BUT YOU PROBABLY DON'T HAVE FAR TO GO, I'M GUESSING..." THE THOUGHT THAT A GIRL SO BEAUTIFUL, WITH HER TOUCH OF NAIVETY, WOULD BE HOMELESS OR EVEN SPENDING JUST ONE NIGHT IN AN ALLEY ATE AT JETT'S CONSCIENCE. HE WAS A PYROMANIAC AND MOST PEOPLE THOUGHT HE WAS INSANE, BUT HE HAD A HEART, AND A RATHER BIG ONE AT THAT. HE WASN'T A RUTHLESS ASSHOLE LIKE CONNOR. "WHAT ARE YOU REALLY DOING HERE?" HE ASKED HER, CONTINUING TO PROBE HER FOR THE TRUTH. HE REFUSED TO LET HER STAY HERE AND FREEZE TO DEATH. TAGS: DRIVER, NOTES: JETT'S A HERO! HEE HEE TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[driver taden]

Driver's eyes stared up and forward into the concerned eyes of the stranger. That was something that she wasn't used to seeing. Concern. In her lifetime no one had ever been concerned about her. Of course it wasn't something that she yearned desperately for because you couldn't want what you never had, correct? It was a saying that got her through her life without complaint from her own heart. So other people had more than she had? It didn't matter because never once did she possess what they had. Therefore she didn't know what she was missing and no matter how happy someone looked, Driver would never be jealous. What was there to be jealous of? However, as this young man stared straight into her eyes, she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. She nearly squirmed beneath his steady look, but she didn't want to give herself away. If she looked away, if she did anything but gaze right back, he would know that something wasn't right. She wouldn't be able to get away with the excuse that was forming within her rather sharp mind at the moment.

The situation she had just been involved in was causing her to think a little slower and react a little worse than she normally would have. She couldn't find her voice because her head hurt so much. She was distracted by the pain in her small body and therefore was finding it difficult to even communicate with him, let alone hide something. It should be easy because he was a stranger, and it should be easy because she was used to doing it. It was back firing in her face though and she was more than happy to stumble away from him. She felt like she was drunk but she knew that she wasn't. The dancers weren't allowed to drink on the job. The owner believed it took away from the routine, and he wouldn't risk that with Driver. She was his biggest money maker and she knew that he was going to be upset with the blemishes on her body. As she searched for her bag, she brought her fingers up to her sore lip and saw the blood there as she pulled them away. Corner filled her followed quickly by dread. Would he let her go on? If she couldn't work she'd have no money for food and then desperation followed the previous negative emotions. How was she going to support herself if she was as hurt as she was? Her adrenaline was pumping but she was certain that as soon as it faded she was going to be extremely sore. The men hadn't held anything back because of how drunk they were and she was going to suffer for that violence. Closing her eyes in worry and slight fear over her situation, she wondered what she would do if she couldn't find her bag. That had everything in it. Everything. It even had the money she had made last night simply because she had no other safe place to store it. She didn't wear enough clothes for her job to hide it anywhere inside of the building. Freaking out a little, she didn't relax until she heard his quiet, yet strong voice once more. Turning quickly on her heel, she almost stumbled out of relief.

Seeing the black duffel in his hands, she tried not to look as ecstatic as she felt at the moment. His words brought her to a halt as soon as she reached for the bag. Looking up at him in slight surprise, she just shrugged her shoulders, which made her wince slightly in pain. "Just needed some air. It gets a bit stuffy in there..." She said quickly and softly, looking into his eyes to see if he would believe her at all. It was a load of bull. She had been coming out here to change quickly into more appropriate clothes and to find a place to sleep. Why did she feel like he knew the truth of this moment? Looking at him once more, she listened to his next words and she felt all of the color draining from her face. She could blame it on her injuries but somehow she had a feeling he would know that's a lie as well. His next question completely threw her off. What was she really doing here? Her hand reached for her bag as she tried to think of what to say, but nothing would come. Stepping back from him, she brought her bath robe tighter around her scantily clad body. "Cold? A little...but you get used to it." She said with a shrug and then realized there was no point in lying. "Yes, you helped a homeless woman. I dance because I have to, not because I want to..and men like them..well they deserve what you gave them. Thank you, but I can't give you anything for helping me. I wish I could, but I have nothing to give." She finished quietly, honestly. Looking up at him with a slightly more defiant gaze, she stepped back once more, not knowing what to do.

966 WORDS | COMPLETE | JETT |
LYRICS BY SKILLET | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
He's such a good guy!

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[jett]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE? SOMETIMES, JETT COULD TELL IF A PERSON WAS LYING. HE COULDN'T EXPLAIN HOW HE KNEW, BUT SOMETIMES HE JUST SENSED IT. THERE WEREN'T A LOT OF PEOPLE HE COULD JUST READ LIKE A BOOK, BUT SOME HE COULD FROM THE START. HIS SISTER HE COULD READ ONLY BECAUSE HE'D KNOWN HER FROM BIRTH, BUT HE STILL DIDN'T ULTIMATELY KNOW IF SHE WAS LYING TO HIM OR NOT. WELL, HE COULD TELL SHE WAS LYING, BUT ONLY IF SOMETHING WAS HURTING HER AND SHE WAS TRYING TO HIDE IT FROM HIM. HOWEVER, WITH THIS GIRL, THE INNOCENCE AND NAIVETY ON HER FACE OPENED HER UP TO HIM LIKE A TEXTBOOK. HE SENSED THE TENSION IN THE AIR AS SHE ANSWERED HIM CAGILY ABOUT WHY SHE WAS IN THE ALLEYWAY, BUT HE LET IT SLIDE. IT WASN'T ULTIMATELY HIS BUSINESS ANYWAY, HE'D ONLY BEEN INQUIRING BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND THE THOUGHT OF HER BEING ABANDONED OR ROBBED OR SOMETHING. HIS CONSCIENCE HAD BEEN ASLEEP FOR SO LONG, PERHAPS IT WAS AWAKENED WITH A RAW APPETITE FOR TAKING CARE OF SOMEONE. WHO KNEW? THEN, SUDDENLY, SHE SPEWED OUT HER CONFESSION AT HIS FEET. HOWEVER, AS SHE STATED SIMPLY THAT SHE WAS A HOMELESS WOMAN, THERE WAS A PROUD AIR TO HER. NOT THAT SHE WAS A PROUD PERSON, BUT SIMPLY THAT IT WAS HER LIFE AND SHE WASN'T GOING TO DENY IT. JETT RESPECTED THAT IN ANYONE. "I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FOR HELPING YOU. I DID IT BECAUSE THOSE DOUCHE BAGS DESERVED IT FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU. THAT'S ALL." HE SHRUGGED SLIGHTLY AND MANAGED A SMILE BEFORE SLIDING HIS HANDS BACK DOWN INTO HIS POCKETS. ALTHOUGH HE WANTED TO JUST TURN AROUND AND WALK AWAY, HE COULDN'T BEAR TO LEAVE HER ALONE, IN THE COLD, KNOWING FULL WELL THAT SHE HAD NO WHERE TO GO. NO, NOT TONIGHT HE COULDN'T. NOT AFTER JUST KILLING A MAN AND BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF TWO OTHERS FOR HER. PULLING HIS HANDS OUT OF HIS POCKETS, HIS ARMS DROPPING DOWN TO HIS SIDES, JETT LET OUT A GREAT WHOOSH OF AIR BEFORE SPEAKING WHAT WAS ON HIS MIND. "I KNOW A PLACE YOU CAN STAY," HE REMARKED SIMPLY, TRYING TO LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO WASNT A CREEPY STALKER WHO WOULD TAKE HER BACK TO HIS PLACE AND KILL HER OR SOMETHING. THAT WASN'T REALLY HIS STYLE. "IT'S A HUGE ESTATE WHERE THERE ARE PLENTY OF PEOPLE, SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT JUST BEING WITH ME. I MEAN, I'M NOT SOME JACK THE RIPPER OR CREEPO OR ANYTHING." HE TRIED TO COMMEND HIMSELF AND MAKE WHAT HE'D SAID SOUND BETTER THAN HOW IT HAD ORIGINALLY COME OUT, BUT HE WAS FAILING MISERABLY. SO HE STUCK TO WHAT HE KNEW BEST: BLUNT HONESTY. SIGHING, HE CONTINUED, "I AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU FREEZE TO DEATH OUT HERE, SO JUST COME SPEND ONE NIGHT AT THE ESTATE, AND THEN YOU CAN LEAVE IF YOU WANT TO. DEAL?" HE HELD HIS HAND OUT TO HER, HIS FACE AS GUILELESS AS THEY COME. FOR A GUY WHO COULD BRUTALLY GUT A MAN IN AN ALLEYWAY TO PROTECT A BURLESQUE DANCER, JETT SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAINTAIN THE CHILDISH INNOCENCE THAT WAS HIS TRADEMARK. TAGS: DRIVER, NOTES: ugh, i suck. >.< TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[driver taden]

She didn't know what to do. She was embarrassed that she had told him the truth about herself, but something in his gaze told her that he already knew. Watching him warily for a moment, she looked over her shoulder and then back to him. She couldn't really go back into the club and ask her employer if she could crash there for the night. She didn't want him to know that she was homeless. In her opinion it would make her look like a slob in his eyes and he had told her he only accepted the best as dancers. She could not lose her position as a dancer at the Velvet Revolver. If she did she would be dead. There was no doubt about it. She'd starve to death because stealing wasn't really up her alley. She hated being that dishonest even though she had done it when she had no other choice. Sighing softly, she looked down as he spoke to her, not wanting to see his expression. She felt like he was only going to make fun of her for her state of living, but that was not what happened at all.

Looking up in surprise, she studied him, trying to see if this was all an act. What if he had only gotten rid of them because he wanted her for himself? She didn't want to think that way simply because at the moment he was like her knight in shining armor, but she just didn't know. Furrowing her brow, she looked at the dead body in the middle of the alley, and then down to the decorative high heels that she had to wear for the show. She hated the fact that she was standing here in a set of lingerie, but she couldn't be embarrassed. She could never worry about what other people thought of her body because it was simply hers to make money with. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she bit her lower lip and looked to him as he made an offer. As he announced he knew a place she could stay, she looked over her shoulder and back to the door of the Velvet Revolver. Worry filled her for a moment. This guy had just killed a man for no other reason than seeing him hurt her. While she appreciated it and even respected him for his protective instinct, she was still petrified. She didn't want to let on to that fact, but what did one expect when she was who she was? She had to be aware of all dangerous situations and everything inside of her was screaming at her to walk away with a thank you in his general direction.

Shutting those negative thoughts away, she listened to his next statement and couldn't help smiling past the pain that was now filling her rather tiny body. She was malnourished because of her lack of meals, but it only helped her look. She was exactly what the Velvet Revolver needed. All ribs and legs, which apparently was sexy in most men's eyes. She just wanted a real meal. She was desperate for food although she had trained herself to be used to starving. Looking back to him now, she whispered out a soft statement. "I don't even know your name.." It seemed silly to her now, but it was true. She didn't. She just knew him as the stranger that saved her life in the back of an alley because he happened to be out stretching his legs. The thought of having an actual bed to sleep in for the first time in years tugged at her heart but she didn't know what to do. What if she never got out? Why did he live in a giant estate? So many questions came forward now and the confusion and wariness were obvious on her features. "Why...do you even care? No one else ever has..." She fished, wanting to say yes desperately, but not knowing how to say. The want in her eyes was apparent, but she was hesitant. It was as if Jett was trying to coax a scared deer out of the headlights of an oncoming car. If she didn't go she was going to crash and burn soon.

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Yuck this sucks horribly!

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