Beauty and the Beasts by Undefined (types of ebook readers TXT) 📕

Most importantly, it was where the wine business met for get-togethers. 
      I walked in with John. People smiled and congratulated us. We stopped many times to talk but I would just nod and smile. I never did listen to these people. We stopped and stopped. It was probably a whole hour before we got to our table. I sat down and noticed John looking off somewhere. I looked around and saw what had caught his eye. A short blond girl was smiling at him. Her blue dress barely kept her breasts in. Which I didn't understand since she didn't have much. 
     I ignored though. Not like it mattered. Most of the men in the room were looking at me. I actually had breasts to contain. He finally say down and we waited. Others began to sit. Waiters came out holding trays of food. A salad was set in front of us. Then wine was poured. 
     I nibbled at the salad while music played. John and I were silent. We both knew that talking would result to a fight. John continued to look over at the table that the blond was sitting at. She was Robert Daningsons daughter. She was only eighteen. I looked away disgusted. 
      The entire and desert came after but we still did not talk. When it was all over the floor was cleared and people went out to dance. John took my hand and led me out. People smiled at us as we slow danced. I already knew how to dance. I could do almost ever type perfectly. John though was not that great. He stepped on my foot constantly but I just gritted my teeth and continued. In the middle he miss stepped and the heel of his shoe scrapped at my foot. 
     " Oww." I snapped and pulled away. People turned and looked. 
       He knelt down and looked at my bleeding foot. " You need to go to the bathroom." he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. " And maybe next time you can watch where you place your feet." he hissed and missed my cheek. 
      I walked to the bathroom limping. I could hear behind me him telling people that I had put my foot in the wrong place. I hated him so much! 
      I took my shoe off and looked at the scar. I wet some hand paper and dabbed at the cut. It burned. The cut was small and deep. I found a bandaid in a cupboard and placed it over the cut. I put my shoe back on and walked out. 
     On my way out I saw John leaning against the girl with his face really close. I walked up quiet tired of him. 
     " Nice to know you found a hoe to a company you." I said looking at him. He grabbed my arm with such force I thought it would break. The girl gasped and ran into the ballroom. He dragged me outside. 
      He slapped me and then kicked my leg." You are such a piece of shit!" he yelled. He punched my stomach and I fell. I screamed hoping someone would hear me. He placed his foot on my mouth. "Shut up, you slut!" he yelled. I saw a shadow move over my head and someone hit him. 
     I looked and a man went and kicked John who was now on the floor. " You don't hit a woman. You respect them." the man spit on John. 
    From behind he looked like Vincent tall and strong with military cut hair. But then I saw the tattoo on his arm. It was a dagger with vines and thorns around it. The man turned and his face had a long scar from his right temple to his chin. Tear drops were tattooed under his left eye and he had a tattoo of a lion on his neck. He was dark like Vincent but his eyes were blue. Ice blue. 
      " Are you okay?" he said gently. He reached out his hand to help me up. I heard people walking toward the door inside. 
      I looked at John. " Yes." I sighed. 
      The man walked to a black motorcycle and got on. He revved the engine. " Do you want to stay?" he asked. 
       I looked at the door and thought about running back inside. I don't know this man. He could be a killer a rapist. I then looked at John. I never thought I would see him on the ground bleeding in my whole life. This man had saved me. 
     I kicked John where it hurts and ran over to the man. I pulled my dress to the side, where the cut left an opening. I grabbed the helmet he handed to me and speed away with him. 
      I looked behind me and could barely see the people coming out of the hall. I had know idea what was coming over me but for the first time I felt free. 
      
        He stopped in front of a apartment building. It was old and I heard children crying inside. He gave me a shy smile but led me inside. When we walked up the stairs men would stop and smile at me. The man would yell at them and they would back down. 
     He opened a door on the last floor and I walked inside. It was big. I could see three rooms and a bathroom. A kitchen and sitting area were connected. Trash lay on the floor. 
     " It's not really the best but it's home." he said running around and picking up the trash. He cleared a spot on the couch and offered me a seat. 
       I sat and looked around. " I don't believe you've told me your name yet." I said quietly. 
         He threw the trash away and shook my hand. " It's Damon. Uhh, what's your name." he said. 
        " Violet like the flower." I smiled as he continued to run around. He ran into a room and I heard him moving things around. 
     " I like that name. It's pretty. Pretty name for a pretty girl." he said. I heard him pat on something and then he came out. " Uhh, I got a room ready for you. If you want to stay. If there's somewhere else I'll bring you there. But I understand if don't want to stay. Like you barely know me. But I assure you that I would never hurt you." he jumbled on. 
      I stood and put my hand on his arm. " I'll stay. I really have no where else. And you know before you seemed so calm and composed but right now you seem like a big mess." 
      He smiled at the ground. " Its just that your a rich and delicate woman I just feel kind of, well flustered. I guess. Sorry." 
      I walked in the room and looked around. There was a bed and a nightstand. The bed was small and the blankets looked old. " It's okay. I don't mind." I said. 
        " There's a bathroom right next door and if you need me my room is right next to it. And just one thing. Don't go into the room next to you. Please." he said. 
        I nodded. And sat on the bed. 
     " You don't have anything to wear but the dress. If you want I could go to the store and find you something." he said reaching in his pockets for money.  
       I took fifty out of my hand purse and handed it to him. " Anything will do. I wear a medium. I like room in my pajamas." 
        He took the fifty and looked at it. " Okay. I'll go get some then." he said and walked out of the room. " If your hungry there's food in the fridge and pantry. I'll be back soon." he walked out the door and I sat on a couch. 
     I flipped the tv on and watched the news. It was talking about the Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast and how they still had no leads. 
     I continued to look over at the room I wasn't suppose to go in. What was behind those doors? I got up and walked over to them. Right when I was going to put my hand on the doorknob the door opened. I pulled my hand away and placed it on the one leading to my room. 
     " Hey, I hope you don't mind but I got you two pairs. And a toothbrush and toothpaste. Just so you have them." Damon set the bags on the couch and looked at the tv. It showed a reporter talking about the Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast. 
     He paused and watched the tv. He shook his head and turned it off. 
      " You don't want to watch that." he said. He handed me the bags and I pulled out soft pajamas. They were both plain but one was purple and the other red. He handed me the change and walked to the kitchen. 
     I went inside my new room and changed into the purple pajamas. I walked into the kitchen and sat down. Damon stood by the stove. " Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich?" he asked taking out bread and cheese. 
     " Yes. I've never has a grilled cheese sandwich." 
      He stopped and gave me a crazy look. " You've never had a grilled cheese sandwich?" he said. 
      I nodded. " Is that weird or something?" I said. 
       " Umm yeah. You are the only person I have ever met that hasn't had a grilled cheese sandwich." he said laughing. He began to cook the bread and cheese. The smells wafted through the kitchen. 
       He placed the sandwich in front of me." There you go." 
        I picked it up and looked at it. The bread was golden and cheese oozed out of the side. Damon waited until I put it in my mouth. I bit down and chewed. " It's really good." I said with food still in my mouth. 
       He stood and I flinched. I had just talked with my mouth full of food. I expected to get hit. He sat back down and looked at me with concern. 
        " That wasn't the first time he's hit you, is it?" he asked so gently. 
        I shook my head and set the sandwich down. " No. He did it all the time. He would have beat me right now when I talked with my mouth full. I'm sorry." I said putting my hand on the bruises that John had put there. 
      He took my hand. " It's okay. It was wrong what he did. I would never hurt you." he whispered. 
       I took my hand away and looked at the ground. Damon got up. And walked back to the stove. " I think I'll go to bed now. Good night." I said walking away. 
      " Hey I'm sorry. Good night." Damon sighed. 
        I closed the door and laid on the bed. It had