Author's note: I have been having a writer's block for a month! I've been thinking alot lately, and I've finally thought of a topic to write on. Please R&R, thank you =)

Disclaimer: I do not own ff8 and it's characters, they belong to Squaresoft :(

Betrayed Secrets

It had been a month. A month since Rinoa's disappearance, a month since Squall's heart broke, and a month since everyone was shocked. Not to mention, it had also been a month since Seifer's disappearance. To everyone's eyes, Rinoa had betrayed Squall.

The sun was setting, and the sky was a glorious pink and blue. To Squall, it looked like blood, spilled out on a white piece of paper. Staining it forever, leaving its marks, never to be cleaned off, and the white piece of paper would always be stained.

That's what Rinoa did.

The boy shut his eyes, and reopened them. Hoping to see a whole new world, or just to wake up from a horrible nightmare. But no, he didn't wake up from some nightmare, it was reality, and that was that.

He walked over to his desk, a pile of paper work waited. He wanted to leave Garden, away from his life and away from the pain and work.

Running away, like a coward.

Squall slammed his fist on the desk, rustling the silent papers. He sat down, his back faced the door.

"Squall?"

He sighed, it was a familiar voice. A voice he had known since childhood, the voice of Quistis Trepe.

"What?!"

"I just wanted to see if you were ok..."

"I'm fine."

"...You don't seem like it..."

"Just go away, I need to think."

"You've been thinking far to long Squall! You don't need a month to think. You can't waste your whole life sitting hear, thinking and hoping that what happened a month ago wasn't true!"

"I am not thinking about that!"

"You're trying to run Squall. You're trying to run from the truth."

Squall spun around from his chair. Quistis noticed that he looked tired. Tired of himself, tired of his life. "Please, leave me alone."

Quistis sighed, her sapphire eyes fell with disappointment, and she left. Squall was alone again.

*flashback*

The door opened slowly.

"Rinoa? Sorry that I was late...." He stopped in his tracks, his face turning red with fury.

"Squall?? No Squall! It's not what you think!!" Rinoa pulled her blankets around her.

Seifer was smirking as he watched his rival boil with anger. "Why Squall! I see you've come to join us? But I'm so sorry, I don't think there's any more room on the bed for you!"

Rinoa glared at Seifer. "Shut up Seifer! Don't listen to him Squall! He's..."

Seifer gave Rinoa a glare, and she shrank back against the bed post.

"What Rinoa means, is that I am telling the truth," Seifer laughed.

Squall still didn't move. But he could feel his hand going for his gunblade, and raising it above the two people on the bed. He glared down at them coldly.

"How could you Rinoa?" He said it without emotion, flat and cold. "How could you?!"

"I...I..."

He swung his gunblade down, cutting some fabric off the blanket that Rinoa held tightly. "And Seifer, you... you"

"Wordless eh Squall?" Seifer threw his head back in laughter, Squall drew his gunblade to Seifer's throat.

"You two better get out of here now." He hissed in front of his rival's mocking face. "Before I kill both of you." He glanced at Rinoa's direction, his eyes burning into her's.

And he stormed out of the room.

*end of flashback*

Squall turned around in his chair once again, to look out at the sky. The sun was gone now, and the moon now shone down upon the ground.

It was dark in the tiny hotel room in Deling. A girl sat on the bed, hugging her knees tightly for comfort. She looked out the window, something she loved to do. But it wasn't the same, without him.

The door opened and a bit of light poured into the room. The girl didn't turn to look at who it was, if she did, she would surely want to bite at him.

"I'm so glad you stayed put today! You use to be so much of a bother honey." The man smirked and walked into the room, turning on the lights.

The girl covered her eyes from the sudden blinding light. "Go away." Her voice trembled.

The man pretended not to hear, and sat down on the bed beside her. His hand went to her cheek, and traced the bruise on it. She shivered at his touch, and shrank back.

The man grabbed her by the wrist, and brought his face in front of her's. "You should be use to it by now sweetie. And more wouldn't hurt." He spat out the words sweetie, and kissed the girl.

She bit his lip. "Leave me alone!!"

He glared at her, and ignored her protests. "You better coperate if you don't want anybody to be hurt. Espeically if you don't want him to be hurt."

He unbottoned the girl's shirt, and she did not fight back.