"It is alright." The man chuckled, he was still wearing those sun glasses which made Beverly find it odd. "Youngsters like you on the sides are usually not use to this environment nor adapt well with it."

"I guess." Beverly said shyly. "I'm forced to sit her let alone even be here I'm watching my sister's and her friends stuff."

"I see, so it will probably be a late night for you huh?"' James said resting his chin in his gloved hand.

"No kidding, I have school tomorrow." Beverly sighed. "I was studying for an exam for tomorrow too, before I was dragged out here.."

"I'm sure you'll do great, your a smart girl!" James said proudly. He lifted his face closer over the booth showing his interest.

Beverly brushed off his words humbly and nodded. "Hey you have a nice car, the whole line was staring at you arrive."

James nodded looking away. "Yes, yes it is eye candy isn't it? I have very close ties to high entrenpurers in Hankue. The one and only X-cellerator was a gift."

"Any occasion for the gift?" Beverly said. Her eyes never left the man, she began to study his features other than his covered eyes. He was quite handsome and her type too.

"No really on unclassified terms, you see I'm a man of fast pace life style. I need to get into a car and be out of the district in five minutes." James said his hand ushering skin-tight fitted dressed woman over. She was carrying a tray full of artificially colored exotic alcohols.

Beverly barely took notice of the woman's existence. "You must be wealthy to have such connections. I'm surprised a man like you support such a place of partying."

"Your a smart girl, looks can be...deceiving. But yes, I have a heritage that has helped me prosper over the years. I made money off of spending and even just having money. It attracts all types of people you know, if they knew you have a big piggy bank. But enough about me, what about you? With your cleverness and good hygiene I would say you are a princess." James said charmingly. He took a glass from the tray, it was a cool blue color liquid with tiny pieces of kiwi's swirling with the chemicals. In the lights it almost glowed like a magical poison.

Beverly grew flush. A princess? Absolutely not. "Um no, I'm not a princess at all, I'm high middle class but my father is getting a promotion next month so..." Her voice grew shyer making her company pursue her more.

"My mistake, I thought you were a queen." James said sipping the liquid, but it was a tiny sip. He barely drank any of, to have it show in the glass. He sat the glass down and went on, "Now after all this time I still have not gotten your name. Will you leave it a mystery for me to wonder all my life?"

Beverly smiled shaking her head. "It's Beverly, a plain name to be honest. I wish my name was Clarisse."

"No, no, no! I love your name Beverly, it is very pretty. It suits your face." James said kindly.

Beverly was a short girl with a body type neither on the heavy side nor the average, she was simple curvaceous. Her chestnut brown hair falling a little off her shoulders, cheeks round full of lively freckles. Her eyes seemed the most alive though, they were a mix of green and gray which glowed with happiness. This happiness was almost instinctive, as if James was giving her all she wanted, as if her father was too busy to give her attention. This was her one chance to be notice by the other gender who was a respectful and caring. James was all this with a nurturing voice to make Beverly feel safe. James knew this what Beverly wanted.

There was silence the next few minutes as the two studied each other. James still had not touch his glass and Beverly decided to finally say something. "Why do wear sun glasses in here?" She said through he blasting music she was almost shouting.

James nodded as if he heard and quickly responded. "It's the lights, I'm sensitive to them."

"Oh I see, they are bright and move fast in the room don't they?" Beverly said her eyes finally plying off too look around. They quickly went back to James though. She didn't want to see older men cat call a pole dancer near them. It made her sad knowing how unloved she would feel if she was up there.

"This will never be your habitat." James said. "You look so nervous when you entered and when your friends left you I was worried. Such a fragile, black rose. Something rare never seen and so youthful."

"You read poetry?" Beverly said with a wide smile.

James cracked a grin. "May not be a manly stereotypical thing but yes I do."

"No, no I find it cute you quoted that poet she is one of my favorites." Beverly said giggling.

This made James beam. "Do you know the meaning of the poem?"

"I have my own perspective, very sad dark poem." Beverly said looking at her hands in deep thought.

"Yes...your right. The author of it will sadly never reveal it's secrets." James said twiddling his thumbs. "I think it is about desire though and how it consumes you. This poem shook my core as I broke each sentence down, what a heart breaking story I perceived it."

"Your a man who doesn't hide his emotions either." Beverly said with a faint smile. "It's nice to meet someone like you, your like my father who is always away with business."

James gave a sad smile. "My father was always like that, well my adoptive father."

Beverly cocked her head. "You were adopted? Mr. Cult?"

"No please, call me James...and yes. I was adopted to the Cults. My original family was from this neighborhood." James said their was a bit of shame in his tone.

Beverly eyes softened. "I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be, life has blessed me. I got to see both worlds most don't see that in their life time. My mother, was abused along with all six of my older siblings. For ten years of my life I was harassed by my father and my siblings. My siblings had all different father's except for the sibling closest to me, who had your name, Beverly. We both had the same parents." James said with a small chuckle as if maybe there were so good memories.

"So what happened?" Beverly blurted out. "I mean, if you wanna keep going."

"I do Beverly, because over the years the only one who cares." James said.

James went on as Beverly leaned close, he thought her lips were kissable, how they pursed in interest towards his was undeniable. "With nine in a run down two bedroom apartment, food and space was scarce. The conditions worsened as I grew older everything I thought when I was young was a happy lie. I was beaten for not cleaning, beaten even for speaking. I was the most respectful but timid kid on this very block of land. You see right here, before the club was opened this was block of apartments. I lived in one of those. That is why I support this horrid place. They cover up a dreadful past I wish not to enter or see ever again."

James took a deep breath and went on. "I will remind you, this was long, long time ago. Before Validen hit this dark age, when I was young Validen was actually was in the high point of the city. When there was such thing called freedom and documents to with hold this freedom. But like anything, new people with new ideas change countries. But everyone wanted to come to beautiful Validen. This spot, where we are sitting, was the only poor section of Validin and it was nothing compared what it is now."

Beverly's eyes grew bigger.

James sighed at this. "They don't teach the harsh reality of the world anymore in the schools. They barely teach anything all you youngsters can comprehend. Some of things you are learning is what I learned in graduate college. I was fortunate to go too but I had a cost being removed in my conditions my early ages."

"What was this cost?" Beverly said quietly.

"My father got high one night, he saved all of his and my mother's pay check that month to get one little dosage of 'Higher than the Heavens.' This is when the drug was first discovered with it's properties when it was over dosed. The state officials already banned the drug saying how dangerous it could be. It twisted your thoughts, made you lose your drive to work, it already made several people dead from just so much of the chemical running through their blood stream. There is a lot of history we could cover but let me finish the story."

James took a long pause as if the next few words would change everything. "We were living on the child support, my half siblings had and we were starving since it was just enough money to only pay rent. Beverly decided to be the brave one to sneak in kitchen. At the time none of us knew drugs could ever be use in such ways of pleasure. But it twisted out father's mind it numbed him from his emotions except the one he centered his life in. Anger."

"This rage killed Beverly and almost my mother. My mother was crotched in a corner like a dog and Beverly came just in time. She distracted my father as my mother called the police, running right out of the complex. Beverly lost her life because my father wanted blood shed." James said shakily. "She was only looking for food for us."

Beverly grabbed James hand and squeezed it. "I'm so sorry." Her voice was sweet and caring. "That is so terrible James."

Tears spilled down his face as he shook them away so he could continue. "The police came and took us all to an orphanage finding the household hazardous. My father was arrested going to prison and my mother I do not know of. Neither I know what happened to my half siblings. I went to the Cult house, adopted into a loving and balanced home."

James ended his story to a speechless Beverly. "I'm..." Beverly could not finish she just held James's hand tighter.

"Your the only person in the city to really listen to this story." James said his hand finially responding to Beverly's squeezes. "Thank you."

Beverly smiled seeing her eyes filling with her own tears. "Thank you, it was an honor to hear your story."

"So caring." He said softly, his other than reaching to touch Beverly's face. "If only this was a ball of real elegant dances I would glide you on this floor."

Beverly blushed feeling the butterflies filling her stomach. He was so romantic. "Can I ask how old you are now?"

James chuckled. "To old for your father's approval. I may look young but eating healthy has kept my glow."

Beverly nodded. "Your right, I'm fifteen."

"FIFTEEN?!" James said a bit horrified. "You act much older than you are! My goodness I though maybe a mature seventeen in half year old.

"A lot of people say that." Beverly said she looked very sleepy.

James frowned at this. "This is not right, young lady. Being your sister's forced keeper? Your exhausted I'm taking you home."

Beverly rubbed her eyes. "Wait no! Her stuff...."

James shook his head. "Woman like her need to learn what happens, so thoughtful you are but you must take care of yourself. Besides don't you want to take a spin in my car?"

Beverly nodded and held James hand out of the club. She was too tired to acknowledge what was really happening or how unsafe it was to get in the car. The two walked to his car and he put her strangely in the back. "So you can lay down for the trip." James said but now was speaking with haste. He gently shoved her in the car.

Beverly laid her beautiful body down across the two seating in the back of the car. She yawned as her driver turned on the engine quickly. The whole movement in and out of the club was very fast and was hard for Beverly to process with her tired brain. The car was moving faster than she could ever think or even run.

James pushed on the gas pedal steadily but not holding back. He spinned his wheels out of parking. He sped out of the ghetto with a sly smirk. He licked his lips excitedly, oh yes what a climax. The rush was filling his body. His hand always constantly rubbed make up off his neck and jaw line revealing....stitches.

About ten minutes of sleeping Beverly awoke a little disturbed she was in the car, remembering she never even told James Cult where she live........................

Author Note,

Thanks for all of the support, let me know if you want more. There is a lot more to the story. It takes a lot of work to paint a story and work on it. Let me know if you enjoy reading and I'll keep posting the rest :)