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Author's notes: Well, inspired both by a very bitter-sweet Elvis Presley song and sorta from the many unfaithful stories that's been posted lately (of which one's mine...go figure). A bit of that possessive-discussion crept in too I think. Oh, and a cheesy song by Paula Abdul is in here too...
Warning: Well, those that don't want to read about a Marie that's as far from a Rogue as possible shouldn't read this.
It hurts me. Deeply, right down into the chore. It hurts so much, darlin'.
And there I go again, calling you darling despite that you never were mine to call that and by the looks of things you never will be.
But that's not what hurts. Well, it does but other things hurts so much more. The way that coldhearted snake is treating you. And that you let him. And I thought you were so much stronger than that. Letting that creep treat you like you were his personal property is the last thing I would have thought happening to you.
I guess you really do love him in some way since otherwise you would have walked away a long time ago. But he's never loved you - he never will. And darlin', don't you know he will never change? Well, you love him too much for you too see his only playing a game I suppose. And damn does it hurt!
That's just not him. He's only in it for the chase, nothing more. I'm not the only one seeing that either. The whole school is talking, calling you a fool for listening to his sweet lies.
If you don't want to listen to me, and God knows I've tried, for thinking I'm only trying to win you over then listen to your friends. I know both Kitty and that annoying yellow brat's been on your case about it a lot. They're right you know, and they're hurting as much as me when they see you letting yourself be treated as a freakin' doormat.
What does it take to make yourself see him for what he is? To be beaten up by him? Or worse?
I fear that's what it takes, because nothing else has made you see reason. Not the way he's flirting with everything female, not when he was cheating on you and you walked in on him, not when you had to be on medication because of one of his indescretions, not when you had to bail him out of jail, nothing has made you see that he's just a damn creep.
You could do so much better. Even if you wouldn't want me, there's plenty of guys around here that would love you for who you are and not as a trophy. Remy, Bobby, John, Warren and Kurt as just a few.
It hurts to see those tears in your eyes because another one of his stupid fuck ups or how he keep pushing you around, seeing how far you'll go in defending him or avoid doing things because he might call.
You know I don't say this because of me, or atleast I hope you do know that, I'm only saying it because I want you to be happy. Happy in anyway. But this isn't making you happy is it? Stupid question. I know it isn't but you don't realize that.
It hurts me because you deserve more than anyone to be happy darlin', and I know that if you would give this fucked-up loner I know I could make you happy.
He's not gonna set you free, I know that. I just know. But if you ever tell him you're through, I'll be waiting for you if you want me. I'm waiting to hold you so tight, waiting to kiss you goodnight.
I'm hoping, darlin', that one day you will see the truth and do what it takes to make you happy. Whatever that is, you know I will be there for you.