Damaged
Theres a time and a place to die but this ain't it. Part 1
The tatto parlor where I worked was my safe haven.
At the moment, I was sitting behind a skrawny man, drawing a clown on his shoulder. His girlfriend was holding his hand smiling.
"Yo sexy,Malik is here. He wants a tat." James my boss mumbled.
"Stop calling me that, and why should I care." I said, taking the ink, and drawing the rainbow curls of the man.
"He is requesting for your expertise! Hurry up!" He bellowed.
"God dammit give me a minute!" I yelled back.
I finished the ink clown, and patched it up.
"Finished, now go up to the front desk, and pay James will tell you, how it works since its your first tattoo." I told the weird kid, ushering him up to the front desk.
I walked back to where Zayn was sitting looking at the book of tattoos.
"How's your day been beautiful?" He asked.
This made me smile, no one told me that unless they were horny guys getting tattoos.
"Great thanks." I sat in the spiny chair next to him. He craned his neck to look at me clearly. I smiled bigger and reached down to kiss his nose. But him being that little sneaky ass that he is, he moved his head so my lips touched his. I could taste the cigarette on his lips. I pulled away, and looked into his orbs.
"And what tattoo would you like
Gorgeous?" I asked.
"Well I'm not sure, what do you think I should get? Oh and I have a question." He smiled.
"Tell me your question while I think." I placed my chin in my palm and thought.
"Well, I want to do a tattoo on you. Please, you have seen my drawing!" He begged.
"Yeah. I have an idea for mine but let me think a little on yours." I smiled.
"I got it! Two ideas! One you should get your quote, never live your life in fear of death, in like curvy letters! Number two we both should get each others initials." I smiled at him.
"Why not both!" He smiled.
"Cool I want birds along the back of my neck, and a key that says honesty."I smile.
"Where you you want the key?" he smirked. I pulled up my shirt a little and pointed to just above the place where my jeans stopped.
After we finished the tattoos on each other, we took a quick picture. I kissed him and told him I would see him later.
I walked home, unlocking the door I saw Dawson had stony balonge as well as that sweet kid.
"Hey, Rayne." They all looked at me, but Stoney Baloney had this look in his eye. I knew if I ignored Dawson my ass was grass. I kissed him before walking to the bedroom.
I was changing when I heard the bedroom door open, I expected it to be Dawson, so I said
"I am going to go to visit uncle Vito that cool?" I asked.
"After this." Venom laced his voice, but it wasn't Dawson.
I turned abruptly to see Stoney Baloney, with a knife in hand. With a devious smile plastered on his sick face.
At the moment, I was sitting behind a skrawny man, drawing a clown on his shoulder. His girlfriend was holding his hand smiling.
"Yo sexy,Malik is here. He wants a tat." James my boss mumbled.
"Stop calling me that, and why should I care." I said, taking the ink, and drawing the rainbow curls of the man.
"He is requesting for your expertise! Hurry up!" He bellowed.
"God dammit give me a minute!" I yelled back.
I finished the ink clown, and patched it up.
"Finished, now go up to the front desk, and pay James will tell you, how it works since its your first tattoo." I told the weird kid, ushering him up to the front desk.
I walked back to where Zayn was sitting looking at the book of tattoos.
"How's your day been beautiful?" He asked.
This made me smile, no one told me that unless they were horny guys getting tattoos.
"Great thanks." I sat in the spiny chair next to him. He craned his neck to look at me clearly. I smiled bigger and reached down to kiss his nose. But him being that little sneaky ass that he is, he moved his head so my lips touched his. I could taste the cigarette on his lips. I pulled away, and looked into his orbs.
"And what tattoo would you like
Gorgeous?" I asked.
"Well I'm not sure, what do you think I should get? Oh and I have a question." He smiled.
"Tell me your question while I think." I placed my chin in my palm and thought.
"Well, I want to do a tattoo on you. Please, you have seen my drawing!" He begged.
"Yeah. I have an idea for mine but let me think a little on yours." I smiled.
"I got it! Two ideas! One you should get your quote, never live your life in fear of death, in like curvy letters! Number two we both should get each others initials." I smiled at him.
"Why not both!" He smiled.
"Cool I want birds along the back of my neck, and a key that says honesty."I smile.
"Where you you want the key?" he smirked. I pulled up my shirt a little and pointed to just above the place where my jeans stopped.
After we finished the tattoos on each other, we took a quick picture. I kissed him and told him I would see him later.
I walked home, unlocking the door I saw Dawson had stony balonge as well as that sweet kid.
"Hey, Rayne." They all looked at me, but Stoney Baloney had this look in his eye. I knew if I ignored Dawson my ass was grass. I kissed him before walking to the bedroom.
I was changing when I heard the bedroom door open, I expected it to be Dawson, so I said
"I am going to go to visit uncle Vito that cool?" I asked.
"After this." Venom laced his voice, but it wasn't Dawson.
I turned abruptly to see Stoney Baloney, with a knife in hand. With a devious smile plastered on his sick face.
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8/1/13