Himalia Unkovsky D2, Done <3

Her green eyes traveled around the room as she sunk into the stool of a small pub tucked quietly away on the comer of a street. This was her usual Friday night, hanging out at the bar, getting wasted then hooking up with some random guy. Himalia didn’t have much self-respect and basically she didn’t really give a dam what people thought of her. It wasn’t her fault that she always had the urge to go around throwing herself at any guy, especially hot sexy guys. So there she was perched on the stool twirling a long golden lock of hair around a slim pale finger with a drink on the table in front of her. She let the strand of hair fall in place and reached out for the drink. She tipped the glass back and she could feel the opaque liquid slide down her throat leaving a fiery burn in its place. Himalia didn’t believe she was an alcoholic but most people thought differently of her. Instead, she saw herself as a strong independent woman who can look after themselves without the need of a man. Placing the empty glass on the bench she stood up and approached the boy that sat timidly in the corner of the pub. Her long legs carried her there quickly and soon she was standing in front of the boy, hands on hips and radiating confidence.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a memory leaped forward. She was about eight years old and she was grasping her father’s hand sweaty in her own small one. They were walking down the street towards the house they called home. The sky was splash of oranges, reds, purples and blues as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. Only a few meters remained to the doorway of the house when a man called out to the duo. They both turned around her hand still held tightly in her Dad’s and the man who approached them was dressed in white with black boots and belt. Himalia drew in a quick shallow breath as she recognized the man as a peacekeeper. “Father, why is that man talking to us?” Her voice was high pitched from her youth. Instead of answering he pushed her behind him standing protectively in front blocking her view.

Himalia shook her head chasing away the memory and looked at the boy sitting on the chair. She felt a smile curl the corners of her pale pink lips and she let out a small flirtatious laugh. The boy’s eyes looked up and down her body, his lingering on her chest then flashed a smile this time looking at her face. The boy looked cute and had a kind of roguish edge to him which was attractive. She slid into the chair opposite him and gave him a big smiling and saying in her most seductive voice, “well are you going to sit there or offer to buy me a drink?” She leaned slightly forward and gave him a wink, her long lashes casting a shadow across her cheek as she did so. He stumbled over the words and asked, “umm… wo-would you like a drink?” Himalia gave a slight nod of her head and the boy scurried off to the bar to go and order some drinks. Himalia let her mind wander…

So there she was standing behind her father trying to look around him desperately to see what was going to happen. The man’s steps echoed of the street as he walked closer and closer to where they stood, the street was slowly shrouded in darkness. What would a Peace Keeper possibly want from them? She felt herself tense as the both men exchanged a few words, their voices rising as the conversation went on. She strained her ears trying to understand what was going on but their conversation was moving too fast and she couldn’t keep up. All she knew was nothing good as their hands flew over the place gesturing madly and yet their voices rose and rose, breaking the silent night with harsh cold voices. She could feel tears of frustration sting her eyes as she tugged at her father’s arm trying to get his attention but he just ignored it and pushed her away. She tripped over her feet from the slight force and landed with a heavy thump on the ground. She quickly scrambled to her feet and cautiously approached her father trying to get his attention.

The boy’s voice cut through her memory’s and the pub suddenly formed around her. “Huh?” she mumbled as she concentrated on the glass in her hand. “I asked you what your name was.” The boy repeated kindly. “Right my name, just call me Marley.” she answered as she sipped at the drink, the bitterness of it flooding her mouth. She gave him a quick reassuring smile and said, “And what’s yours?” She didn’t know why hut tonight she couldn’t get into the mood even though he was hot but there was some thought that kept jumping into Himalia’s mind. “My names Darren, yeah I know it’s pretty sucky.” He told her as he reached over and grabbed her hand. She felt the warmth of his hand grabbing her small slim hands in his. She glanced down at their hands and it reminded her of that stupid memory.

She waved her arms in the air but her father just stared intently at the man standing there surrounded by an air full of superiority. The man looked him straight in the eyes and pointed at the jacket that was wrapped around my father’s body. “You stole it and for that you have to pay!” The man yelled storming up to her father. Himalia’s father didn’t even flinch and he growled in a low voice full of menace, “I did not you stupid old fool. My wife bought it for me.” The peace Keeper gave her dad a look that was full of disbelief and anger. His body started to shake and that’s when the man burst forward swinging a balled up fist towards her father’s face. That’s when Himalia’s voice rang through the night shouting at them to stop but they didn’t seem to notice her at all. She heard grunts and yells of pain as fists, elbows and legs went flying everywhere and all she did was kept yelling at them both to stop but it was like she was invisible.

Himalia felt a pressure on her hand and looked up into the eyes of Darren. It was all so very confusing for her. What she didn’t understand is why she wasn’t feeling how she usually felt. That urge to run away in to the night with a random guy wasn’t there at the moment. Was it because all the filled her mind was thoughts of her father and thinking of him turned her off. No she’s seen worse and she still had sex with randoms. Himalia loved being that carefree girl who didn’t have a worry in the world as it gave her a sense of relief from working and the responsibilities of being an adult. Himalia loved the life of trying to get free drinks off strangers and just being a total bitch. She loved her flirtatious side and trying to seduce every guy in this district. It had Himalia written all over it and that’s the life she really loved. But why did she keep on thinking about that dam memory it was so putting her off.

It was a tangle of limbs and the cries of pain that filled her world at this moment and she hated it. Her throat was raw from yelling at the top off her voice trying to tell them to stop. She felt so drained so she sat there and cried this time with fear for her dad and what was going to happen. What felt like an hour she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder and looked up into the eyes of her father which were full of pain and worry. Himalia felt herself relax slightly and jumped into her father’s arms and buried her face in his shoulder. Her whole body shook as sobs of relief and worry poured out and she clung my tightly to her father. Eventually her dad pulled away and placed a hand on her cheek forcing her face to look into his eyes. “Everything is going to be okay.” He repeated over and over again, trying to sooth Himalia. Slowly her sobs turned into sniffles and she viciously wiped at the tears with the hem of her jumper. “Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t anything happen to you as you are the only thing I have left to live for.” A tinge of sadness glazed his eyes as he thought about Himalia’s mother and how she was no longer with them. He grabbed hold of her hand again and they both trudged off to the house leaving the Peace Keeper on the deserted street.

The vision slowly faded and she sighed with sadness. Himalia pulled her hand away from Darren’s grasp and got up. She saw his eyes flash with annoyance but she didn’t care, she wasn’t in the mood. Leaning over, she planted a kiss on his cheek and sashayed out of the pub with her slender hips swinging.

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