22. What Else Am I Good For?

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ALEXIO

I've never been so fucking enraged in my entire life. What happened at the club was the tip of the iceberg but what happened to Rosa was the bottom, she's my best friend, seeing her like that broke me.

I sped down the road, on my way to give hell to whoever did this to Rosa. This is why sometimes I've been thinking about leaving this goddamn industry, I hate it, I came in thinking I'd get buckets of money but I barely get $50k a year. In the beginning, they trick you into making you believe you'd become rich, but nope, all they do is wave money in your face so you could do a certain thing and after you're done, they take that money away.

I never mentioned it before, but one of the reasons why I dropped out of college is because I already have a job waiting for me at my father's construction company. Mikhail is a doctor at our hospital back in Russia, another thing my father owns, my family is already rich but I wanted to make money for myself and now look where that fucked up, rebellious decision got me. After that stupid porno I first uploaded while I was drunk, I shouldn't have taken that offer to continue uploading more.

Driving into the parking lot of Robert's next location, I see his van and I park behind it so he couldn't leave, I don't fucking care if I get a ticket.

I stormed inside the condominium complex, asking the guy at the front desk which room Robert is filming in.

He sees I'm in a hurry so he checks his computer right away, "Uhh 3rd floor room 143."

"Thanks."

I walked past the desk, ignoring his calls, "Dude, you can't interrupt!"

The hell I can, the elevator was on the top floor so I didn't spend my time waiting for that. I ran up the stairs, found room 143, and kicked the door open, destroying the locked doorknob.

Whoever was moaning stopped and I found the asshole holding his phone while everyone else was working. The bastard ignored all my calls, good thing his assistant isn't that much of a douchbag and gave me his location, "Robert, we need to talk."

The dumb expression on his face fueled my disgust for him, "Alexio, what the fu-"

"Cut the crap," I growled, snatching his phone and slamming it on a table, "why the fuck did you force Rosa into an anal scene?"

He scrunched up his old face, "Are you seriously questioning my decision? I was her director and what I say goes, Alexio."

Clenching my jaw, I pull my lips back into a snarl. The burning need to punch this man's fake nose flowed throw my veins, "She's hurting!"

"I don't care!" he shouts, "she's just another lucrative whore selling her body, her feelings don't matter to me, at the end of the day I'm above her."

That's it, I'm done holding back. I punch him in the jaw, dislocating it and knocking out one of his old teeth as he falls to the floor. The cameramen all gasped, taking a step back from me. The pornstars on the bed disentangled their bodies awkwardly and it's as if everyone has a satisfied look on their faces for what I've just done, "If you ever force anyone else to do anything again, I'll skin you, that's a promise."

He crawled away from me on the floor, trying to speak but his newly dislocated jaw prevented him from doing so.

I turn to leave and look back at him over my shoulder with the door in my hand. "Rot in Hell."

Slamming the door behind me, I checked my phone to see my next location. Now I gotta find the other men who used Rosa, the ones who were in that scene.

HISTORIA

"Are you feeling any better?"

Rosa remained silent. I scoot closer to her and pulled up her blanket to our shoulders, hugging her from the back as we lay together in bed, "What are you going to do now?"

She turned to face me, the rim of her eyes still red from the crying, "I don't know...I want to leave but what else am I good for?"

"Many things," I replied, "In high school, you were great in math, you were captain of the debate team, you can argue your way out of any situation, and do you remember that story you used to write? The one with the C.I.A. agent who falls in love with her enemy?"

Rosa sniffled, but the corner of her lips stretched into a small smile, "Yeah, I never finished it."

"You should one day, remember when I wrote fanfiction about it?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "You're a horrible writer."

I placed a hand over my chest and gasped, "Hey, I was your first fan!"

Rosa's laugh grew and she punched my shoulder, "I'm kidding!"

"No, you're not."

She sat up and pushes her hair behind her ear, "I'm definitely not."

Sitting up with Rosa, I scooted behind her and began braiding her hair. Despite what just happened, the memory of us when we were kids suddenly began playing through my thoughts like a movie. I remember when I used to get scared when we had thunderstorms, Rosa used to always come in my room to keep me company until I fall asleep. We would braid each other's hair and play Super Mario Kart on my Nintendo64.

Rosa finally broke the silence, "I'm going to quit."

My hands stopped midway from braiding her hair, "Really?"

"Well, not now," she sighs in defeat, "I want to continue saving some money first...and maybe I could finish that book."

"If you do you can self-publish it, right?"

"Yeah, that's a good start I guess."

We remained silent until the sound of the front door flying open. Rosa called out for Alexio and he came walking back in with bloody knuckles and a bleeding eyebrow. I dropped Rosa's hair and jump out of bed, holding his face in my hands.

My voice was full of worry, "What happened?"

He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away, "Nothing, I just dealt with the ones who hurt Rosa."

"By fighting?" Rosa gasped, "Alexio, you could lose your jo-"

"They hurt you!" He cried in despair, "I don't care if they fire me, no one fucking messes with my friends, Rosa."

He literally fought for her, the pure rage and agony in his eyes makes him look like he wasn't done. The adrenaline is probably still coursing through him so I took his bloody hand in mine and sat him on my bed.

"What are you doing, Historia?" He sighed, getting back up, "I'm fine."

"Oh, no you don't," I pushed him back on my bed, "You need to take a breather."

He didn't continue questioning me so I entered my bathroom and came back out with my first aid kit. Rosa gave me a questioning look but I ignored her and began cleaning Alexio's wounds.

Then the alert on Rosa's phone started to go crazy, the chirping of Twitter and the notifications of Instagram bombard her phone. Then mine started doing the same and so did Alexio's.

Alexio cursed under his breath in Russian, "I knew it."

Rosa unlocked her phone and gasped, "Oh my God."

What the hell is going on? I grabbed my phone and saw hundreds of people tagging me in a video. Opening Instagram, I tapped on the video trying not to expect the worst.

It was a secret recording of Alexio beating up some guy.

And then Alexio's phone began to ring. He stared at the phone, preparing to talk to his father. He took a deep breath and answered.

Rosa and I glanced at each other in panic, listening to his father screaming into the phone. Alexio just sat there, absorbing everything with blank features. He doesn't look like he even cared and me and Rosa are the ones being afraid for him.

"Da," he finally said, "That was me."

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