I HOME! Yes, I do know that that is bad grammar.
Disclaimer: As normal, I own nothing. Well, almost nothing.
Undisclaimer: I own Whitney and Adam. Which finally means that I own something. Yay! God, I sound like Daisy.
↓ Warning, sad fic. ↓
As soon as I heard that Sweets had moved on, I knew that I couldn't go on. Some FBI Agent named Olivia Sparling. I knew her from a case and I once met her in the Royal Diner. She seemed really nice and kind. But I didn't know her know her. When I got home and I cried. I don't cry that much but when Sweets broke up with me for the second time, when he crushed my heart I will confess that I shed some tears.
I mean, it's not like I didn't not move on, I just didn't move move on. Yea, I'm kinda dating some guy named SSA Adam Spiker. He's nice and had a good job. Adam works in the Behavior Analyst Unit in Quantico Virginia, so we don't see each other that much, but he's sweet. His eyes are bright green and his hair soft and blond. He has a strong jaw and high cheek bones. Adam had asked me out three times already. I said that I would think about it or that I was busy with a case or something. So it's Friday night and Sweets is at the Founding Fathers with Olivia.
Adam's number is fourth on speed dial, "Hey Adam." Sweets' number still occupies number one, then my sister, mom and then Adam.
"Hey hey Doctor Whitney. Taking up my offer?"
"Yup? Founding Fathers in 15?"
"Course, beautiful."
"Your sweet. See you soon." I hang up and walk to the bathroom. I drum my finger nails along the hand basin and look in the mirror. My makeup is smudged, almost like the Ghostface mask from Scream. I force a laugh at the thought.
I run my brush through my hair and redo my makeup. Realizing that I'm in my sweat pants and a tank, I race upstairs and change into my favourite jeans. I half tumble down the stairs and pull on my favourite up-to-the-knee black Doc Martins. Taking my keys from my bag, I lock the door and run into the lobby.
"Late again, Whitney?" Tommy says. He's my next door neighbor, 22 and has both arms covered in tattoos.
"You got it."
After I get outside, the cold air hits me like a mallet. I get into my old-half-broken truck. I mostly wait for it to break down but for once in my life, its hasn't down. By the time I get to the Founding Fathers, Adam's car is parked outside and he's next to it. I jump from the truck and skip over to him. "Hey Adam." I smile.
"Whitney." He links hands with me and we walk in. My eyes instantly spot Sweets and Olivia. Sweets eyes find me and I duck my head, trying to avoid his longing eyes.
"You okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine, Adam."
"Drinks?"
"Happily. I'd like some red wine."
"Coming right up."
As Adam walked off, Sweets said something to Olivia and walked over. "What are you doing here, Whitney?"
"What? So I'm not allowed to go with a guy?" I snap at him. His eyes are still bore right through me and I wonder if they have done it yet. Has she found of that he's ticklish? Has she felt the sensation of him? Has she learned that he has magic hands? Does she know that sometimes he sings Da Lime in Da Coconut when there in bed?
"Whitney."
"Lance. Do you have a problem with me dating someone?" I state.
"Him? Yes. Do you have a problem with me dating her?"
"No. Because I'm over you and you have a right to date anyone you want." God no. I still love you with all my heart. Your perfect and I wish that you never left me.
"Fine." He says and walks off back to Olivia. Adam comes back over and hands me the glass.
"Thanks Adam." He walks over to a seat and I follow him. The booth is soft and a dark red colour. Adam looks at me with his illuminating green eyes and smiles, showing his perfect white teeth. Seriously Whitney? He's gorgeous, how can you not like him?
Duh! because he doesn't have puppy dog brown eyes or delicate dark hair. And he doesn't have that cute smile. And he can't be you Lancey-Boo.
"So, who was that?" Adam asked. Look up from me feet and smile at him.
"Who?"
"That man that you were talking to."
"Sweets."
"Sweets?"
"Doctor Lance Sweets, he's my ex."
Adam laughs and I grin at him. I lean on his shoulder and Sweets look at me. "Adam?"
"Yea?"
"Your really cute, thanks for asking me out." I put on my best you-should-totally-kiss-me-right-now look. And it works. His lips press to mine and a soft sweet not quite right sensation. His tongue lightly skims my lips and I allow him too. I open one of my eyes and I see Sweets looking at me. As our lips part, I hear the sound of rain starting pitter patter on the rain outside and I grab his hand and pull him outside. His arms encircle my waist and mine, his neck.
When he pulls away, his lips are marked with purple. "Your lips are purple." I say as I rub my thumb over them. My phone starts to ring with the caller ID of Sweets. "I gotta go, case."
I pull my phone from my pocket and get into my truck. "What do you want Lance?"
"Whitney? Who was that guy that you were with?"
"Supervisory Special Agent Adam Spiker. He works in the Behavior Analyst Unit in Quantico, Virginia. Why?"
"Easy. You know who I'm going out with, so I should know who you are."
"We aren't dating or even friends. You don't need to know." I hang up and drive home. Tommy is in the bar, flirting with a tanned blonde with poofy hair. Stupid Tommy. I would go and talk to him, but since the blonde is trying to reach down his throat, I leave them alone. I trudge up to my flat and lock the door behind me. I fall on the couch and sigh. Rolling from it, I pick up a pair of scissors from my desk and letting it walk up my arm.
I drop them and strip of my dress. Walking into my room and catch myself in the mirror. I walk towards it and I smash my right arm against it.
"I'm not good enough." A sharp pain illuminates my arm and then it dulls when I think about him and Olivia kissing. I smash my arm at it again and then more blood starts to drip from my arm to the floor.
I look at the messy blood and ripped flesh on my arm and I fall to the floor. I bring my blood slick arm to my face and my salty tears start to mix with the red liquid.
It trickles onto the floor when I crawl to my bed and I cry myself to sleep.
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My body is numb when I wake up. My arm is slathered with blood and it's making my head dizzy. It's a painful sensation and I'm happier then ever that I'm not working today.
I stumble from my bed and into my kitchen. I turn around and feel something nick my arm. A sickly, wet sensation crawls down my arm and I smell copper. My legs give way, my head slamming against the wooden counter and I grab my phone. My head is spinning and the first number that is on speed dial, is one that I haven't changed in a month. Lance Sweets. I mange to stab his number and then I pass out from dizziness.
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When I wake up, the air has the faint sent of bleach and cough syrup. I scrunch my eyes together and hope that I can regain control over my limbs soon.
"Hello Doctor Black." A voice says from the hazy darkness.
"Who are you? Wait, where am I?"
"I'm Doctor Phil Carson, and your in the DC local hospital."
"How did I get here and why am I here?"
"A man named Doctor Lance Sweets called us and said that he had come over to see you and he found you lying in a very scary pool of blood. He clams that he's your boyfriend and that he wants to see you as soon as you wake up."
"Mmm." It's all I can say. Girlfriend? We've broken up. I bet that he's just saying that so he can ask me what the hell I was doing in a pool of blood.
Doctor Carson leaves and I close my eyes. My head is throbbing and I feel like my brain is going to fall out my ears. I cough and continue to ponder why I am here. But currently, that is not my top though. Why would he call me his girlyfriend (A/N: I love the word 'girlyfriend').
"Whitney?" It's a light, hushed whisper but I recognize it. It's my Lancey-Boo. I try to prop myself up but when I put weight on my right arm, it feels like someone had hacked it off. Maybe I'm in some crazy horror movie?
"Lance?" I croak out. He races towards to and then stops. It like it should be from some romantic movie but when we realize that we are ex girlfriend and boyfriend. We're not even friends, "Why?"
"Because, I love you. I can't stand to see you like this."
"No, you don't love me. We broke up. Twice, and you were the one that made the call to break up. Your with that Olivia Sparing person. Just go Sweets. Please." I cough again and Doctor Carson runs to my side again. "Please, just go." He looks at me with heart broken eyes and I press my dry lips together.
"Doctor Sweets, we need to tend to Doctor Black, could you please exit the room?" He spins on his heel and walks from the room, my sanity breaking when the door slams shut. Tears starts spurting from my eyes like someone hit a artery. Doctor Carson goes to get something for the pain, I think that he thinks that it's my arm that hurts but it's my heart.
And I can't think of anything that can cure a broken heart.
*having breathing problems* I *cough* hate *cough* this. I do like Olivia, she seems really kind and sweet and kind. And I said kind twice... Whatever, but I don't like her and Sweets together that much. I hate Daisy and Sweets together more. :)