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Nemohee · Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 6:57 am Post subject:

((Sorry this is a bit long...I can get carried away!))

Nem coughed as she breathed in the foul city air. She had only spent two nights in the Midian City, and she wanted to go home. Now. Already she had received a blow to the back of the head, had her purse stolen, and spent the night in a hospital with a MPD cadet that she was never quite sure that she could trust. She didn’t think her blue-blooded, pampered self could take more of the streets, but she couldn't go home. Not yet. Her father hadn't worked out the details yet, and wanted her to stay hidden.

And if you wanted to disappear, Midian City was the best place to do it.

She'd never been in trouble before, except for that one time in high school when she was busted for smoking pot with her boyfriend. But that was minor stuff. She hoped her father could come through for her. Convince the prosecutor that <i>she</i> was the victim and that Reginald Nuebauer had deserved what she'd done to him. She shuddered when she thought of that night. She'd done what her instincts told her to do, and her instincts said keep kicking. Kick until he lets you go.

Only he didn’t let her go. Not until she'd kicked him enough to rupture both testicles and cause a fair amount of internal bleeding. After he passed out, she left him and ran home. After hearing the story, her brother became so enraged that she was scared he'd do something stupid. Which, true to his form, he did. After Reginald left the hospital, he went public with the story, stating that she had tried to seduce him, and then beat him. Everyone believed him. And why wouldn't they? After all, he was the son of senator and valedictorian of one of the country's premier universities. She was just a spoiled princess; the daughter of an alloy tycoon who'd made millions off of the war. Sure, they'd filed a police report – but the police didn't take kindly to rape stories. Especially high profile ones. It meant more paperwork. She'd been humiliated out of the station, running out amidst the sneers and insinuations that she'd somehow deserved it.

Her brother seethed when the story came out. Then, one night, he came home with a gun in his hands. He'd shot Reginald. Immediately, her father whisked him off to Italy, where Brian was now sipping wine at the villa of a family friend. That friend would claim that Brian had been with him the whole time, and her father would ensure that the story was seamless.

When Reginald's body was found, the fingers immediately pointed back to Nem. Even though she had an alibi herself, no one believed it. Immediately charges were brought against her. Thank God her father was at least able to post bond, so she didn't have to stay in jail.

But her father wanted her to go away somewhere until everything blew over; somewhere where the cops and the prosecutors wouldn't follow. That meant only one place. Now she was stuck in this hell hole while her brother enjoyed the Tuscan sun. It was hard not to be bitter.

As she took another deep breath, she thought about the cadet who'd helped her the night before. He'd seemed so nice; staying with her at the hospital, and even sticking around the next day to show her a pay phone. The bump on her head had caused her to forget why she was there for a little while, but her mother reminded her of everything when she'd called home. The cadet had been standing nearby, eyeballing her face while she was on the phone. She couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. What if she really couldn't trust him, and he used that information against her? He might get a pretty penny from the Nuebauer family if he turned her in. She'd felt bad lying to him. She felt bad about lying period. She was a good girl, and good girls didn't belong in this city.

And if her father didn't hurry up, she might just have to become a bad girl to survive…