Gene looked around the dark hallway, running a hand through his
bright red hair. He sighed. 'What am I doing here?' he wondered, taking a
few more steps towards the door. He found his hand resting on the doorknob.
Pausing, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on the cool door,
trying to gather his thoughts. His mind wandered to his encounter with
Melfina earlier.
"Gene, are you in here?" A petite figure stood in the doorway, timidly flicking on the light. "Gene, are you okay? You were out awfully late last night," Glancing briefly at the clock- noon- she crept over to his bedside. "Gene?" When he didn't answer, she proceeded to look around her. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out most of the light. Several empty bottles lined the floor. Clothes were tossed every which way. His bedroom was like a bomb testing site. She sighed. "Oh Gene." Her sentence was cut off sharply with a gasp- Gene sat up and in one swift movement pulled her thin frame against him. "What's up, Mel?" She squirmed; trying to get away- his breath reeked of liquor. "Gene, what's gotten into you?!" She tried to wriggle away from him, but he held fast, pressing her body against his. "Gene! I.I." He silenced her, pressing his mouth against hers, kissing her furiously, brutally. She struggled slightly, but soon gave in, returning the kiss so fiercely she thought she might need to borrow Suzuka's dark lipstick tomorrow to cover the bruises. Then he let go. She broke free, running to the door. Gene touched his cheek and felt dampness. Tears? But they weren't his own. He looked up slightly, watching Melfina slam the door and hearing the footsteps run down the hall.
"Gene, are you in here?" A petite figure stood in the doorway, timidly flicking on the light. "Gene, are you okay? You were out awfully late last night," Glancing briefly at the clock- noon- she crept over to his bedside. "Gene?" When he didn't answer, she proceeded to look around her. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out most of the light. Several empty bottles lined the floor. Clothes were tossed every which way. His bedroom was like a bomb testing site. She sighed. "Oh Gene." Her sentence was cut off sharply with a gasp- Gene sat up and in one swift movement pulled her thin frame against him. "What's up, Mel?" She squirmed; trying to get away- his breath reeked of liquor. "Gene, what's gotten into you?!" She tried to wriggle away from him, but he held fast, pressing her body against his. "Gene! I.I." He silenced her, pressing his mouth against hers, kissing her furiously, brutally. She struggled slightly, but soon gave in, returning the kiss so fiercely she thought she might need to borrow Suzuka's dark lipstick tomorrow to cover the bruises. Then he let go. She broke free, running to the door. Gene touched his cheek and felt dampness. Tears? But they weren't his own. He looked up slightly, watching Melfina slam the door and hearing the footsteps run down the hall.
