Chapter 8 

  I love it when she smiles. Probably because she doesn’t smile much.

             I clean up the bruise on her chest and I can’t help but look at her small pert breasts, I "accidentally" brushed my hand against her nipple and caused it to harden. It turned me on soo much. She was now standing with her hands on my shoulder for support. I felt her grip tighten on me as I put the alcohol pad. She looks a lot better now clean and clear. Its a closet, so all her clothes (or I should rather call them rags) are hung I got out a paramore t-shirt and helped her in it. Until my bracelet got stuck in the gold chain around her neck. It had the letter L on it. I untangled my bracelet and took the ‘L’ on my hand and looked up at her. 

 Shane: "As far as I can remember, my mom’s name was Lily. She gave this to me before she left me at the foster care" oh, that makes sense… why there’s a lone lily plant amidst all the daffodils. 

 And she looked down. I take her face in my hands. Just to comfort her. To let her know that I respect her privacy. She looked up at me, and I smile at her. 

 Carmen: "Let’s go and get something to eat for you" and take her hand in mine and lead her out of this closet. 

 I look for some ice in the fridge and put it on a towel and tell her to put it on her eyes. She sits on the stool in the kitchen counter while I look something to eat in the fridge. But the fridge is empty. 

 Carmen:"Do you guys eat anything? or not"

 Shane chuckles. 

 Shane: "Well Cherie’s parents are never here. And Cherie always gets her favorite takeout. That leaves me with my cereals" and she points to the big box of Cheerios on top of the fridge. 

 Carmen:"Why don’t you cook something for yourself?" I suggest. 

 Shane: "trust me I have tried, I suck at cooking! I threw up after eating my own shit!" and she laughs lightly. 

 HAHAHAHAHA….I can’t stop laughing. I never knew Shane can be goofy sometimes.