[OPEN] Semper ad meliora

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey wiped at her face again, trying to keep her make up from running too bad past the tears, dark hair a mess, her lip busted.

Fumnling with her peircings, she removed them one by one and put them in her pocket with a shaky breath, the hand of the blind male leading her by her other arm towards the juvinile waiting room.

She had to make a call for an adult to pick her up, couldn't call her mother and Toy was too young.

Prostitution. She hadn't expected to be arrested, not tonight.
Picking up the phone, the blind man's hand rubbing soithingly at her back, she dialed Britton's number and waited before managing to choke out her question.
"C-...can you come pick me up?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt was bent over someone, half way through a tattoo when he picked up his ringing phone. He flipped it open, holding it between his shoulder and ear.

"Uh.. It depends on how bad an emergency it is and where you are because I'm kinda in the middle of a tattoo." He said, switching the gun to his other hand. He slowly continued to trace the lines of the tattoo. "Uh.. You want me to give Marc a call? If he's off, he can go get you.." He bit his lip, focusing on the tattoo.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey let out a shaky breath, pushing the hand away from her bacm, not wanting ti be touched. "I-..." She chewed on her lip some, wondering what he would think. She knew this would be going on her record, and she knew for the next few days she would have to keep her mom from finding out until they dropped the subject.

"I just don't wanna be here...I got arrested.. They caught a bunch of us on the streets and-.." She sniffed, feeling horrible. She was falling for this guy and yet here she was in juvie for prostitution.

"I dunno what to do Britt.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt sighed, not knowing what to think. The only thing he could think was she was selling her body, or got caught with drugs. "Hold up.." He mumbled into the phone, then booked the guy for another day to finish the tattoo. "I'll be there in ten." He said, then flipped his phone closed, shoving it in his pocket. The guy tried to pay him, but he told him to forget about it. He walked out to his truck, pulling his keys out of the pocket of his jacket.

He drove to the jail, a little too familiar with the drive. He had gotten Nevada out enough. He just never thought he would be getting a girl out. 'Girls are just trouble, Britty.' He heard Nevada chime in his head, and grabbed his wallet, walking inside.

"I came to get my girlfriend.. Zoey Martyn.." He watched the blonde girl walk off, coming back with Zoey.

"And her bail?"

"I'll pay it when she goes to court."

"Okay. April twenty-seventh." She slid him a paper and he took it, signing his name before passing it back. She handed him a copy and he looked over at Zoey.

"Home?" He asked, tapping his fingers on his leg.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey sat in mute silence for those ten minutes, whispering choked thanks as the guy led her back out to the main room. She gazed up at Britton dejectedly, then looking away in shame, touching at her scabbing lip, trying to tame her hair. But it was hopeless and she just wrapped her arms around herself instead, nodding mutely as they headed for the car.

"They took my money..but I have enough saved up at home. I-..I can pay the bail myself.." It had been juvinile arrest, she knew the price was lower. But even so, it had been an act of selling herself.

She wiped at her eyes, grief towards her shame, humiliation, anger rising at her stupidity.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt slid into the truck, taking his jacket back off. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, then rubbed his nose. He sighed, leaning back against the seat. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking out the window.

"Sex or drugs?" He asked, looking over at him. "It's nothing new. I've bailed Vegas out enough." He didn't tell her he had gotten him out of jail once for cold blooded murder. He had beat a guy to death with a tire iron for calling him a faggot and trying to shove afore mentioned tire iron up Nevada's ass.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey rubbed at her face, drawing her legs up in the seat, burying her face against her knees. "Sex," She whispered, looking for no pity, expecting him to be upset or yell at her. She didn't want to hurt him...didn't know why she was so damn stupid.

That fucking rape, that fucking deal with the devil... committing sins. She hated it, hated herself for it. 'And yet you still do it. Still do what I want you to, still give yourself that chance to be thrown out like the trash that you are.'
'Leave me alone,' She begged, but words in her head only turned to laughter, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He just started the car without a word, pulling on his seat belt before driving back towards her house. He didn't want to think about the person he liked so much willing to just give herself to anyone else.

'Oh, but you knew before you even gave her the tattoo, Britty. But you fell for her all the same. You didn't expect to actually have her to yourself did you? You don't deserve anyone. You can't even have children. Who would want you?' The voice taunted in his head, and he gritted his teeth. He stopped in front of her house, killing the engine before leaning back in his seat again. When he actually wanted to die, he was in no pain. But when he wanted to live, he was wracked in pain.

"Hardy har har." He mumbled under his breath, rubbing at the tattoo on the back of his arm.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey kept her head down as they drove back, eyed the empty parking lot. Nobody was home. Good.
She looked over at him, opening her mouth to say something, but realized she didn't even deserve to have him listen, and unbuckled in silence, swallowing. He stomach hurt, she felt sick with disgust at herself, ran a shaking hand through her hair and reached to open up the door, fishing around for her keys, a foot hanging out of the car.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, then folded his hands across it, laying his head atop them. He closed his eyes, chewing on his lip.

"I don't blame you, Zoe.." He mumbled, leaning back in his seat again. He sighed again, running his hands across his face. "No one said this was going to be easy.. So.." He couldn't bring himself to look at her, not wanting her to see the hurt he actually had on his face. He really didn't deserve anyone, not all the things he had done. He didn't even deserve someone who wasn't entirely his. He closed his eyes, taking in a shaky breath.