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Made Of Scars	By : Dreamer2987 Category: 1 through F > Death Sentence Views: 1484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Droplets of sweat fell from Layia’s forehead onto her face and trickled down her chest. Her entire body was coated with a layer of glistening sweat, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. A swooshing sound echoed through the room as she threw her left fist powerfully into the air, followed by the right and a double round house kick. Metallica’s Fuel was blasting through the stereo system as she swiftly brought her left leg up straight in the air, a perfect kick, the top of her foot easily reaching past her head. This was her routine, it’s what got her through this usually shitty thing called life. To improve her chances of survival she started teaching herself martial arts when she was 14, not having the money to attend classes like the rich kids, and it had stuck with her ever since. Every day for as many hours as she could handle she went through all the movements, combining multiple styles like Judo and Jiu-Jitsu. It had become an invaluable asset in a life like hers, if her gun ever failed she always had these skills as back up.
She locked her hands together and stretched her arms over her head, groaning softly as she did. Her eyes glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall, 3 hours today, not her best but she was still sore from getting what little sleep she did in her car last night. She didn’t have a choice, she had just arrived in the city and didn’t have a place yet. Now, it was 6pm and she was standing in the large living room of her temporary ‘home’. She used the term home loosely since she never had a real one, she didn’t know what it meant.
The place she was in now was a sublet, she usually used sublets since it was easy to find ones that were going to remain in the owner’s name. That made it easier for her to stay under the radar, hidden. Apartments and hotels were risks she didn’t often take. This home was fairly large, there were two bedrooms of average size, one was downstairs the other one upstairs. There were two full bathrooms one on each level. Both the kitchen and living room were large and the entire place came furnished. Nice little bonus there.
She honestly couldn’t care less about the size or the amenities, her primary concern was for the layout. If a place had too many walls, hidden corners and blind spots then she didn’t even bother. She needed an open layout, a clear view of her surroundings at all times, it just wasn’t smart in her world to do it any other way.
This house had that open layout down pact. The front doors opened right into a decent sized entry way that gave her a clear view of the dining room which led right into the kitchen on the left. About 7 feet away to the far right were the stairs and the design let her clearly see the upstairs from the downstairs and visa versa. The living room was located diagonally across from the kitchen and was only partially hidden by the stairs. The downstairs bedroom and bathroom were directly behind the living room, a very short hallway leading to them. The upstairs had a large hallway with one bedroom on the left, and the bathroom on the right. All in all not too bad, especially for what she paid, in this part of town rents tended to be low. And the couple had been in quite a hurry to leave, smart move, this entire area wasn’t safe for those well manicured suburban people. Their loss, her gain. Being in a rough part of town was second nature to her.
She walked over to her three duffle bags were still on the couch, it was time to unpack. She grabbed the two duffle bags that contained her clothes, make up ect. and took them to the bedroom on the first floor, throwing them onto the bed. The contents of the third duffle bag were always unpacked first. She went back into the living room and unzipped it to reveal the things that, in her opinion, no girl should be without. It contained her own personal collection of knives, guns, bullets and other ‘trinkets’ she had picked up over the years. Her fingers clasped tightly around her favorite gun, a Beretta 92 Vertec, as she lifted it from the bag. She slid the magazine out, checking to make sure it was full, it was. Then she did the same to all the other guns in the bag, a few were low on bullets and she quickly took care of that but most she didn’t have to bother with. Then she started the process of discretely placing one gun in each room of the house.
By the time she was done, the kitchen, dining room, living room, bedrooms and even bathrooms had a gun hidden somewhere. She held the Beretta 92 Vertec in her hands, clicking the safety on before placing it under the pillow on her bed. That one always stayed with her.

She took out her survival knife, recently sharpened and placed it underneath the mattress with the handle sticking out so she could grab it quickly. The remaining weapons stayed in the duffle bag which she shoved under the bed. When Layia was satisfied that the house was “Fuck With” proof she fixed herself up and decided to make a quick trip to the store.
Billy was leaning his right shoulder against the driver’s door of his car, smoke flowing out of his mouth. Bodie was leaning against the hood of the car, his hand running over the back of his neck. Their work day was almost over and then it was off to the Four Roses for a night of drinking and fucking. Both men were biting at the bit to leave Stygian street behind them for the day. Sale wise the day had been average but they had a few pricks who tried to fuck with them. Wanting to pay them half the amount or asking to pay for the goods later. Some days Billy would accept the IOU’s because it always led to Billy giving the man one hell of a beating when he didn’t pay up, but Billy wasn’t having any of that shit today. They either paid the full amount up front or got the fuck out of his sight. The third option involved their bodies never being found.
Thoughts and images of Layia had been crossing Billy’s mind all damn day and it was starting to aggravate him. He was supposed to have that effect on women, always leave them wanting more, not the other way around. It was fucking with his head and he didn’t like it. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with his foot, huffing as he did.
Her last tease had given him a horrible case of blue balls again. It had taken two whores sucking him off and bouncing around on his dick to temporarily satisfy him. And when he woke up this morning he had to take a god damned cold shower, like a fucking school boy. His eyes shot over to Bodie who was smirking at him.
“What?” Billy asked roughly.
Bodie shook his head crossing his arms over his chest. He’d been hiding his smirk and the chuckles that had been threatening to escape for their whole shift. But it was just too damn amusing. “She really got you by the balls doesn’t she?” Now Bodie was letting a few chuckles escape his lips.
“The fuck you talking about?” Billy shot back, his tone rough and demanding.
“Layia… dog. Fucking chick is something else.”
“Your fucking crazy.” Anyone else accused him of letting some chick have him by the balls and they’d be starting down the barrel of his gun. But Bodie got away with shit others couldn’t. Bodie had been his friend since they were kids, always standing by Billy’s side. Bodie knew first hand all the shit Billy and Joe had to go through. Didn’t matter that they weren’t actually blood, as far as Billy was concerned Bodie was his brother.
“Come on man, you’ve been fuckin tense all day, more than usual. You threatened to kill those two pricks for taking too long to get their damn wallet out.” Billy’s eyebrows came together as his hard glare rested on his friend.
Bodie chuckled again. “Relax man, no one’s going to hold it against you when it comes to that girl. Any man would happily let her get ‘em by the balls.”
Billy’s hard expression softened slightly. Bodie was right, that was the kind of girl men would kill each other for. And when they were all laying dead on the ground Billy would be the last man standing. It would be Billy’s bed she in at night, it would be his ear she was whispering dirty things into while she brought him to a release no whore ever could. A satisfied grin played on his features, one Bodie instantly recognized.
Bodie smirked. “Ya got a plan for getting her. What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
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Billy wasn’t the only one whose thoughts had been drifting to Layia that day. Joe lay sprawled on the couch in the apartment that him and Billy shared. His right hand was lying across his stomach, the other held a burning cigarette.
Last night had been one hell of a ride, the guys had a girl at their table who didn’t drive them insane, whose company they actually enjoyed. Everyone thought hell would freeze over before that happened and yet last night it had. Somehow she’d kept up with the guys like she was one of them all the while being the most attractive woman they’d met. It was a total mind fuck.
As far as Joe was concerned he was the luckiest man at that table. She had spent the entire night on his lap, she had picked his lap over his brothers. Thinking about it still made Joe smile. At first he had been scared shitless, expecting Billy’s temper to win out and him to lunge across the table and attack her and Joe. But after awhile Joe calmed down and let himself have fun. He was a red blooded man and a Darley after all, if he hadn’t enjoyed a woman like that on his lap there would be something seriously fucked up about him.
He was particularly focused on the memory of her hand in his pocket. His brother’s rage had come back at that, making Joe temporarily torn between shoving her hand out of his pocket or giving in and enjoying it. Obviously giving in won out, the way she had dug her fingers into his pocket for cigs still gave his body shivers. Didn’t matter that she wasn’t grabbing for his member it had come to full attention anyway, and she didn’t seem to mind one bit. A contented groan left Joe as he let the thoughts and images play freely in his mind.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been enjoying replaying last night in his mind before the front door slamming shut brought him back to reality. Joe grunted as he felt something hit his chest, Billy had thrown the brown canvas bag at him.
“Get your lazy ass up Joe. Bodies waiting in the car.” Joe quickly scuffled off the couch and headed into his room. He threw his black t-shirt on over the wife-beater he was wearing, then grabbed his red leather jacket. When Joe came back into the living room Billy was leaning against the frame of the front door with a smirk on his face. Didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out what the cause was: Layia. Both Darleys were wanting round two.
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Layia was unpacking the contents of the grocery bags in the kitchen. She bought the simple stuff, just what she needed and nothing else. Of course what she needed included bottles of her favorite liquor and packs of cigarettes. The rest was food that didn’t require much preparation, she could cook quite well actually, she just chose not to. She couldn’t see spending hours in the kitchen to make some big ass meal and then eat it alone and in less than 15 minutes. Waste of time.
When everything was put away Layai grabbed the bottle of Jonnie Walker and the untraceable pre-paid phone she bought then headed over to the couch. She had an important call to make. She opened the bottle of scotch and took a long swig before placing it back down and punching the correct numbers into the phone. It rang twice before a girl’s voice came on the other end.
“You there?” The girl asked, her voice just above a whisper.
“Yeah I’m here.” Layia paused her fingers running along the rim of the bottle. “Home sweet Home.” There was that sarcasm again.
“You alright?” Layia almost laughed at the question. She knew it was out of genuine concern but how could she ever be alright being back here.
“I will be.” Come to think of it Layia had felt pretty damn good at the bar last night, something she hadn’t been expecting. But there was no reason to tell Natalie about that.
“Nat. Are you guys okay? Are you okay?” She hadn’t seen the girls since that ‘incident’ last year. She knew Natalie was still healing, still shaken up over it. They all were, all but Layia. Layia didn’t like people caring or showing concern for her, it made her extremely uncomfortable. But she cared about those girls. They didn’t have the fighting spirit, the temper that Layia did, they were sweet, innocent girls who’d be fucked over in life. They didn’t deserve any of the shit they had been through, it was bad enough they had to go through it once but Layia would be damned if she let it happen again.
“I’m getting better, we are all.” Layia shook her head softly. No matter how much Natalie healed, those scars would always be there, a vivid painful reminder.
“You sure? No one…” Natalie cut her off.
“We’re safe. Stop worrying about us and worry about yourself.” That would be the day. Layia couldn’t remember the last time she actually worried about herself. Those girls might not be strong in the way that Layia was but she had to hand it to them. Even when they had shit going on they always seemed more concerned about her.
The girls were the closest thing Layia had to friends. She never saw them unless the situation called for it, like it had last year. It was safer for them that way, but they would always be bonded over their past and what Layia had done for them.
“Don’t do that. You know I hate being worried about, I don’t like that shit.” Those girls had been saying that shit for years but Layia still wasn’t comfortable with it. It made her feel like they were shoving a part of someone else’s life into hers, a life she could never have.
“Sorry, its just your finally back there.” Nat’s voice started trailing off at the end. None of them liked talking about the past, they all pushed it as far away as possibly until it came back to bite them in the ass.
Layia nodded her head even though Nat couldn’t see her. “It will all be over soon.” Layia sighed.
“You don’t have to…” Natalie started but then thought better of it. When Layia made up her mind there was no stopping her.
Layia sighed. “We all knew it was going to end this way.
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