Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with General Hospital.
A/N: This is my first GH fic. I have only been watching the show since September so I apologize if the characters don't seem themselves. I just needed something cathartic to write and this seemed like the perfect thing. I hope you enjoy.
Broken
The pain was so strong, like the blade of a knife wedged between my ribs and penetrating my heart. I couldn't breathe, as I watched her slip away from me again. I couldn't watch this, or watch the pain on my brother's faces as they tried to stay strong. I ran from them and the truth that my mother was deserting us once more.
I don't know why I ran to him; why Dillon Quartermaine was the only person who made me feel safe. He looked at me, his eyes searching for an answer to the tears cascading down my face. I stared back at him, begging him to take the pain away and make it all stop. "Lulu," he said gently, his voice laced with concern.
I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I kissed him and surprisingly he didn't resist. Perhaps he could sense my raw need for closeness; for feeling. His lips caressed mine and my mind flashed back to all the times we'd kissed before. Nothing felt more right then being wrapped in his arms. I opened my mouth to him and his tongue found its way inside. I pressed my body against him. For a moment all the pain disappeared. I felt human again.
He laid me back onto the bed and reached for the hem of my shirt but then he stopped. "We shouldn't do this."
"Please Dillon, make it all go away."
He extricated himself from me and stood up. I felt cold from the lack of his body heat. "We can't do this again."
I broke down and sobbed as I listened to him reject me once more. For a moment, I wished I was pregnant again, tied to him by the child growing inside of me. I knew that was wrong; that wanting someone was not reason enough to bring a child into the world.
He sat down on the bed beside me. His hand stroked my hair. "What's going on Lulu?" His words were gentle; they washed over me like silk.
"My mother is slipping away. She won't be around much longer. She'll be back in Shadybrook within a couple of days."
I leaned into him, looking for the comfort only he could provide. He pressed his fingers into the muscles surrounding my spine. I absorbed his touch. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly.
I looked up at him, staring into his eyes. I needed him. He was the only one who could make the pain stop. I kissed him again, praying he wouldn't resist.
He didn't resist. His tongue caressed mine, as we struggled to gather air into our lungs. He leaned me back onto the bed and looked into my eyes. "Sleeping with me won't bring your mother back."
Tears spilled from my eyes and he wiped them away with his thumb. I reached for his arms and stroked my hands along them. "I need you." The words were hoarse as they escaped from my lips.
He kissed me gently. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're the only real thing I've ever had Dillon. Please don't leave me too," I begged.
I imagined as he looked into my eyes that he could see my tormented soul, searching for answers in a world that kept beating me down. He ran his hand down my side and kissed me again. "I won't leave you."
A/N: Please let me know if this is worth continuing or if it is better as a one shot. Thanks to anyone who took the time to read this.