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Train of Thought 2

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I groaned as consciousness found me. I felt like I'd been run over by a train by how badly my body ached. The last thing I remembered was blood and someone screaming my name after my ex-boyfriend had unintentionally sliced me with his stupid knife. Slowly, I opened my eyes, looking around the room. My brow immediately furrowed in confusion. I wasn't in a hospital and I wasn't in Syko's apartment, so where the hell was I? I sat up, groaning again at the pain that tore through my body as I did, and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my eyes now scanning for my jeans as I realized I was only in my boxers.

"Where do you think you're going?" a strange voice asked, causing my head to turn painfully fast in his direction. He was huge! Dressed in a dark suit with a black t-shirt underneath and dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, he looked like something out of a bad mafia movie.

"Home," I replied hoarsely. Damn, my throat hurt like hell. Syko did one helluva job on me last night.

"Mr. Banqs's instructions were to keep you here until he returned," the man said, getting up from his seat. Ugh, this guy had to have almost a full foot of height on me and definitely outweighed me by more than a hundred pounds.

"And just who the fuck is this Mr. Banqs?" I grumbled, irritable from pain and waking up in a strange place in only my boxers. I'd never heard of any guy with the last name of Banqs and I was not at all pleased at being ordered to remain here until he found the time to bring his ass here.

"He would be the young CEO and owner of Banqs Pharmaceuticals, my boss and your saviour," the mafia looking man said, glaring down his nose at me. My jaw tightened slightly as the blonde from the night before crossed my mind and I shifted slightly on the edge of the bed.

"Your Mr. Banqs wouldn't happen to be a tall, well built blonde guy that's in his late twenties, would he?" I asked slowly, a knot of worry beginning to twist in my stomach as I remembered the blonde who had pissed my ex off before I passed out.

"Mid-twenties, and yes that would be me," came the knee-weakening deep, sultry voice I'd grown to love last night. My eyes widened slightly as I looked past the mafia looking bodyguard to the blonde standing just behind him in the doorway. "And just where were you planning to go, Trane?" he asked, his eyes traveling down my half naked, bruised body.

"Home, of course," I replied softly. For some reason, I felt bad for wanting to go home, even though I felt extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

"Nonsense," Mr. Banqs replied and moved around his bodyguard person to stand in front of me. "The doctor said you needed to stay in bed at least until the wound began to heal on it's own, in case you popped any stitches. So in bed you will stay," he said, giving my shoulders a gentle push.

"But, I... I don't even know where I am and I don't want to bring you any trouble and definitely don't want to inconvenience you," I protested. "So I'll just carry out my bed rest at home." A deep sigh escaped the blonde and he moved his hands, grabbing my legs by the back of my knees and swung them up and onto the bed.

"You are in my house," he said, as he pulled the blanket back over my legs. "You aren't an inconvenience to me or my staff, as I want you here. And if you're worried about that fellow coming here and making trouble, you don't have to worry about that. For one thing, he won't know who I am so he won't know where here is and for another, he's likely to be in the hospital just as long as you are on bed rest." I stared up at him wide-eyed with my mouth hanging open in complete and total shock.

"You put Syko B. Damd in the hospital?" I exclaimed, much louder than I had intended due to my current state of shock. The blonde nodded his head, his lips tightening into a grim line.

"I witnessed the entire scene outside of the club, heard every word said, saw every action taken," he said softly, though I could hear a edge of anger in his voice. "When you passed out, he simply laughed, calling you trash. I sort of lost it after that." Still I stared up at the man, will no small amount of surprise. Finally, I turned my eyes away, a deep blush creeping into my cheeks as his words settled in to my head.

"I wasn't lying when I said I'd ended it," I murmured embarrassed. "He was never one to let anyone make the choice to leave. It's probably why I was with him for so long." A frown crept over my features as I rolled onto my side, away from the blonde haired man. I heard the door shut and figured he had left until the bed moved with extra weight.

"The bruise on your face last night, was from this Syko?" Mr. Banqs asked softly.

"Yeah, was how he responded when I told him I was done being used and abused by him," I muttered darkly. I shuddered slightly as soft fingertips slid down my bare back.

"And these bruises that litter your body, are they also from him?" he asked, his voice soft and full of concern. I took a a deep unsteady breath.

"Yeah, when I told him to leave after he hit me, he proceeded to kick the shit out of me, before he fucked me and finally left." The moving fingers suddenly stopped and I could almost feel the tense anger flowing from them against my skin.

"You mean he raped you?" was the quiet but angry question. I sighed deeply and rolled so that I face the beautiful blonde haired man and shook my head. A look of confusion crossed his perfect features and I pulled myself into a sitting position and pulled my knees up rather casually.

"No, I meant what I said." The confusion grew deeper, bringing the blonde eyebrows into a furrowed frown as he tried to understand my meaning. "Perhaps I should explain it from the beginning, it'll make a bit more sense that way. I met Syko at a club on an sixteen and up night. I was only seventeen at the time, but was fully aware that I liked guys more than girls. Much like last night, I was moving from partner to partner, trying to find someone who could move with me. I eventually found Syko and while he didn't move with me, he had managed to get my body to move with his. That was the beginning.

"It started off like any other relationship, he was sweet and treated me well and learned quite quickly all the things that would make me melt. After I graduated, I moved out on my own and I thought things were only going to get better, but I was in for a rude awakening. About a month after I'd moved out on my own, I'd found out Syko was cheating on me. As if that wasn't bad enough, when I confronted him about it, he only shrugged, saying that I was just merely another one of his many whores. Of course, I immediately said that everything was over, that I wanted nothing more to do with him, and much like the night before last, he beat me 'til I was barely conscious and then proceeded to fuck me.

"Now, the reason I say fuck instead of rape, is that while it always starts with me saying no, he knows all the right buttons to push to get me to utter the words he'd rather hear. So it always starts off forced, but before anything actually happens, I'm too lost in ecstasy to complain any further." I looked away from him now, embarrassed and feeling guilty for having put up with my ex for as long as I had.

"Then what made your ending of the relationship any different the other night?" he asked quietly, the hint of anger still at the edge of his voice.

"My lease was just about to run out on my apartment and I'd decided I wasn't going to renew it this time," I replied, rubbing my legs slowly. "While I knew how he'd react, I was also expecting that he wouldn't be able to so easily find me if I no longer lived in the same place. I should've known better than to go looking to dance, but it'd been so long since I had dared to go out that I couldn't help myself."

"Trane..." the blonde man started, raising a hand to gently touch my face. I still couldn't look up at him, knowing I had spilled the truth of my shameful past. "I don't care why you stayed with him on whatever level of relationship the two of you may have had. What I care about right now, is you and what you plan to do from now on. I'm sure that somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that he would eventually find you again and I want to know if you want to return to that life."

"Is there a choice in this?" I asked, turning my eyes up to meet his. I really didn't want to take the chance of ending up in the same position with Syko again, I really did want to be free of him. "I don't want to be hurt anymore. I don't want to fear the person who brings my body pleasure. I want to be able to fall for someone and not have to worry about their safety. I just wish I'd never met that psycho bastard in the first place!" I all but wailed. I was quickly swept into a strong embrace, gentle hands rubbing my back as I pressed my face into his chest. I didn't care how pathetic I looked at that moment, because I honestly felt just so horrible that I had let Syko control my life for so long.

"Stay with me, Trane," that deep, sultry voice whispered into my hair. "I hadn't intended on finding you when I went into that club last night, but I did. I want you to be mine." The words were only mildly shocking. I heard people say that before, but they'd always backed down to Syko, letting him claim me once again. But I knew this man wouldn't back down to my ex. I knew he could and would stand up to him.

Mr. Banqs held me like that for what seemed like hours, letting me cry and cling to him like a small child. I'd never let myself seem so vulnerable in front of someone other than my parents before, and even they hadn't seen me like this since I was quite literally still a child. I hated that I'd let him see me like this, but I was too tired to care anymore, in too much pain, both physically and emotionally. Eventually, exhaustion began to overtake me and curled even more into his warm embrace.

"I'll stay," I murmured just before I fell asleep. The arms around me tightened ever so slightly as a relieved sigh escaped him.
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OK that was hilarious...... Syko B. Damd................ that was GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i laughed my ass off..... this DEFINITELY makes up for water colors and its depressing ending....... ;P

btw, for all you who haven't read that yet: SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!!! lol