My Special Princess

Chapter 3

Sarah

I began laughing at the lies coming from his mouth. Here he sat with his smug look and beautiful face, I could not believe it. The sad truth of the matter was, no man would want me. I am broken inside, battered with emotional bruises running deep to my core. My mother’s words floated around my head, ‘No white man will ever like a black girl like you.’ I covered my eyes, my laughter transforming into hot tears cascading down my face. I bet, he wanted to have s*x with me. Here, was this homeless black girl, I probably appeared to him as an easy target. I got from my seat, he stood up as well but I was quicker. I ran past him and out the very same front door we entered moments ago.

I ran and ran, not once looking back at the restaurant nor Xavier Stone. I wrapped my arms around myself. I felt cold inside and out, reaching to take off my backpack I halted when I realized it was not there. I had left it behind in his trunk. My clothes, coat and precious items lost in just a few hours. If my parents could see me, I assume they would be laughing at me. Pointing their fingers like a common school yard bully. I stopped at a small cafe, the place was fairly vacant. Only a middle aged man and woman sat together staring lovingly at each other. I sat down and started at them with pure envy. I wanted to experience the love those two shared. To be cherished, protected, taken care of, but most importantly respected.

The clock in the corner read 6:05 p.m. I had not realized more than half the day was gone. That means I have to find a place to sleep. I could not go back home and I did not have any friends that would put me up for the night. I would just have to find a bench or alley to sleep in. My stomach growled once again. When I ran, I missed out on lunch. The measly bite of waffle, I had this morning had already passed through my system. Leaving me famished, it did not help that I was in a cafe surrounded by food. I had to get out of here, I would not torment myself further. My money was in that backpack, with it gone I would rather starve. Then resort to stealing. Even though I am 18, I am still in theory a teenager. I could not afford to get arrested by a police officer.

My footsteps dragged as I left the cheerful cafe. The roads were busy as cars drive to and fro. So many possibilities were evident, in one of those cars a woman would be heading home after a long day of work to see her kids. A man would be leaving to see his friends. Someone was dying in a nearby ambulance. Someone was being born in a nearby hospital. I was finally at the park, a wooden bench welcomed me to it. To have a seat and just relax. It was hard wood, not entirely comfortable to say the least but it would do. I laid my head on the bench, my head urging me to stay awake but my fatigue won the battle. It was almost night so that added to the fact of sleep overcoming me.

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I awoke to the feeling of hands on my legs, trying to force my pants down my legs. I abruptly tried to see my attacker. A middle aged man, from his appearance he was homeless but for much longer. An angry look was evident on his face. The sun had not completely risen, I could not have been asleep for more than a few hours. My hands fought his advance, kicking, and punching with no avail. He was much larger than my 5 foot 120 pound frame, however, I kept on fighting. I could not allow myself to be r***d, or left for dead in an abandoned alleyway. “Shut your f*****g mouth, I haven’t gotten some in months and you seem like the perfect person to play with. No one will notice if you go missing, no one needs you” He says, licking my neck. I screamed, in hopes someone would help me.

At this rate, his hand was halfway down my pants, reaching into my panties. I started to kick him in the balls, but he anticipated moves and clamped my legs down with his hand. There was absolutely nothing I could do. He was ultimately too strong and I was weak. I closed my eyes, hoping to block all this out. Arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me up into the air. I looked behind me, it was Xavier! What was he doing here? Setting me down, I saw him approaching my attacker, proceeding to punch him repeatedly. I would not want to be him. The man screamed for mercy and that he was not doing anything. I turned my attention away from the scene. My eyes came upon a dog, sitting dutifully where his master had left. I bent down gently, patting the canine’s head.

A hand came to touch my shoulder, I stood up to face Xavier. He was dressed in a muscle shirt and some shorts. I opened my mouth to thank him for his help. For some reason, he kept showing up since our encounter the day the prior. I felt myself dizzying, trying to steady myself I placed my hand on his chest. I could not seem to right myself, I felt exhausted. I slumped toward his body. My last remnants of cognitivity was the scent of Xavier’s cologne. I faded into darkness.

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I cracked my eyes open to see an unfamiliar room. Where was I? How did I even get here? The last thing I remember, was Xavier recusing me from the r****t. Did that mean I was in his house. I looked down at my clothes, I was no longer in my jeans and shirt. I was dressed in a fancy pink pajama set. Who had dressed me? I got up from the soft bed, opening the door to an equally luxurious interior. I had to find who brought me here. If it was indeed Xavier Stone or an unknown stranger. Each room, I visited undoubtedly oozed wealth, each empty and devoid of life.

My footsteps halted, as I heard a male voice coming from the door I had walked past. I knocked on the door, turning the knob to reveal a standing Xavier. Why did fate keep pushing us together? Of course, I had a small well maybe not so small attraction to him. However, attraction was nothing to base a relationship on. Relationship! What was I saying? He only was being helpful by saving me, nothing more. However, his form fitting t shirt and low riding sweatpants were quite a temptation. I felt the overcoming urge to hug him, so I ran to his already approaching figure. My arms encircled his waist, I must have shocked him because he did not hug back immediately. When he did, I felt tingles run up and down my body. He smelled devine and felt so strong.

“Thank you Xavier… uhh.. I mean Mr. Stone. You are a weird man but you are good.” I say. He let out a deep laugh. Honestly, it was the the most sexiest thing I have ever heard.

“You are quite strange yourself but, no dispute on the fact your are quite adorable.”