Greg, why did you do it? Part II
Hello people. First I'd like to thank you for the reviews, it was what I expected… some people liked, some people didn't… It's really an odd story and I understand some reviews condemning it. For the ones who liked I hope you read chapter 2 and enjoy it even more. Thanks again.
The next day came and Cuddy woke up feeling a little better, but she woke up with those scenes in her mind, and she could hear herself crying, and he telling her to shut up. That feeling was really hurting her. She got dressed, took her breakfast and headed to the hospital. She called John so they could meet tonight. She needed him at that moment, at least she thought she needed him. Cuddy liked him, although he wasn't that smart like House, and didn't have the bright melting blues eyes like House, and didn't have to be fixed like House, and didn't have that sexy appeal like House, and wasn't good in bed like House… No she could not think about House anymore. She made a mistake. It was all her fault to lose him, but he didn't have the right to violate her like he did, so she would never forgive him.
It was almost one pm when he appeared at her office and entered like a hurricane. He was wearing jeans, his Jacket, and a white T-shirt.
Cuddy as soon as she heard the door opening stopped reading and stared at him. He took two steps forward and stared at her eyes.
"Don't you dare getting even closer." Her voice was full of anger.
"I'm sorry."
"No. Get the hell out here or I'll call security."
"Cuddy please…" He had a begging voice.
"I don't want to hear your if's and but's, I don't want to hear any of what you have to say… and no, I won't forgive you, and yes, I want you out of here, now."
"…" He stared at her, at least he was sober, she thought.
"Get out."
"Is there anything I can do for your forgiveness?" His voice was pleading.
"No."
"I'm begging you, Cuddy."
"I begged you to stop, I cried, I pleaded you to stop. Don't you dare thinking a bit that I'll forgive you just because you are begging. Now either you get out, or I rape you with your cane."
House stared at her for a few seconds, and he didn't like what her eyes were telling him. He knew she would never forgive him, so he left. Cuddy cried. He got out of the Hospital and headed to her house. He sat at the few stairs in the entrance, and waited for her there. He would never leave that little place until she could forgive him, even If he had to die there, in agony. He was also thinking about killing himself, not just for raping her, but for everything. He couldn't stand so much pain anymore, but he needed her to forgive him before he took his own life away.
The day flew through the clock. It's was almost eight pm when Cuddy left the Hospital to go home.
She parked her car and headed to the front door. She hadn't seen him yet… He looked at her hoping she didn't strike his face. His eyes were full of regrets and guilty, and that blue sparkling were gone giving place to a gray shade of bright. He was hurt, more then she would ever know.
"What are you doing here?" She kind of shouted at him and stepped back from where she was. She was afraid.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." He almost whispered.
"I'm not that sure. Go away, House… or I'll call the police.. and you don't want me to do that."
"I need you to forgive me." He begged.
"I need you to leave." She approached hesitantly, staring at him and ready to strike his face if he tried anything. He didn't. She passed through him and reached the door. She stared at his back and his down head.
"I won't leave until you forgive me." He didn't turn his head to look at her.
"Then you will die in agony wishing someone to bring your drugs."
"Cuddy, please." He stood up and turned to her.
"If you step forward I'll call the police." She unlocked the door, got in the house and locked the door again.
House was standing outside looking. He couldn't leave until her forgiveness, so he sat again at the few stairs and stayed there. He was crying as he had never done before, as his body had completely torn apart. Cuddy watched him by the little window from her living room. No… she couldn't forgive him… and she wouldn't. He could cry, he could beg, he could go crazy outside…. She would never forgive him. She called John again and asked him to come. Maybe he could make House go away.
Few minutes later the man arrived. House and John stared at each other as John stood in front of him. That son of a bitch, House could kill him right there, but the pain inside him was too much, his broken heart was too damaged to try any revenge at the man who took her lover. The view of that man entering that house and laying in that bed beside that woman was brutally and cruelly painful. So House just diverted his crying staring.
"John, come in please." Her voice came from the door, and the man walked through the stairs and beside House to then reach her. He kissed her.
"Do you need to do this next to me?" House asked with a crying voice without looking back at the couple behind him.
"What is he doing here, Lisa?"
"Nothing, come in."
Hours later House was still sitting there. Cuddy thought she could check if he was still there although she didn't know why a thought like that would come to her mind… Maybe she was worried about him, maybe she was worried about he not leaving. She just didn't know so she walked through the hallway and reached the window. He saw him still crying. It's was cold outside and she thought that his jacket wasn't enough to keep him away from the cruel cold. Her heart held tight and she felt something she couldn't feel… mercy. She suddenly walked away from the window and went to the kitchen. She grabbed and ice cream and got back to the bedroom. John grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to the bed.
"John, please… I just… I'm tired." She tried to avoid him.
"Tired? You are never tired…"
"I just…"
"It's about him! What is he doing here, Lisa?" He rolled back at his side of the bed.
"It's not about him… I'm just tired." She rested at her pillows and started to eat the ice cream.
The cold was cruel outside and House huddled. He was also in withdrawn. He needed his Vicodin and his Morphine… but no… he wouldn't leave. It was almost 3 am when he slept there, sitting in that stair until the sun showed again.
The cold morning raised and his eyes opened and narrowed as the light of the sun stroke those blues oceans. He arched his head and looked at his watch, 8 am. His body was pleading for the drugs, and House was already trembling and sweating. His chronic pain was also horrible at the point of being excruciating. Cuddy stepped outside to take the newspaper and saw him. That image got into her intensely and she diverted her staring.
"Lisa, please…"
"Greg, please go away." She was almost broken into billions of pieces when he turned his head to stare at her. His eyes were full of tears, and she felt his pain from far away. God, just looking at him was like sticky a needle in her own eye.
"I love you… I didn't mean to hurt you… please Lisa, I'm beseeching, I'm begging. Lie to me at least…" He was sobbing at that point, weeping in tears.
"I can't…" She closed the door.
"I love you Lees." He shouted in tears.
House went to a bar and spent his day there among drinks and vicodin. The morphine he couldn't get because he was used to steal from the Hospital and since he was not an employee anymore… When the clock showed 6pm he headed back to Cuddy's home and sat at that same place, but now his head was leaned on the column of the entrance. He was a little drunk. Cuddy was looking at some papers and saw him only when she reached the stairs and almost hit him.
"Oh my god" She said a little freaked. House stared at her. "Great, now I have you drunk. Are you on Vicodin, and Morphine either?" She sounded sarcastic.
"Lisa, please…" He tried to stand up, but he couldn't because he was drunk, and in too much pain.
"Look at you…" She smirked. "I feel sorry for you." She actually felt her heart torn apart, but she didn't know. "You are gonna kill yourself and you know something… I won't make a move to save you this time…"
"Stop hurting me…" He cried and looked at her with begging eyes.
"Stop stalking me…" She felt really guilty, but she was decided to push him away from her life forever. She walked by his side and reached the door.
"I'm not leaving." He said.
"House, please… don't make me call the police?"
"Lees… I love you" He made a really hard effort to stand up, and he got it this time.
"Go away House, go crash your motorcycle in a wall, please… do that for me."
"…" House stared at her. His eyes full of tears, and she diverted from his stare. "Do you really wish that?" He asked still staring at her.
"…" She couldn't say a word. "Just go away." Cuddy entered her house and closed the door.
House made through the stairs and leaned his forehead at the closed door.
"I'm sorry…" House had never seen himself crying that like that. "LISA…" He screamed. She heard it cause she had her back leaned on the other side of the door. She closed her eyes and went to her bedroom to lay on her bed, hold her knees and cry.
The rain was falling as if it was its last chance to wash the world. The wind was blowing with same intensity either and House was still there being washed down by that angry rain. "Go crash your motorcycle at some wall" Those words really destroyed the little piece left of his heart, those words destroyed the little piece of his hope, those words destroyed all the pillars that hold him together and he felt like he was falling… falling with no directions, with no senses, with no endings… falling forever. God, that hurt.
"What are you doing here, again!?" A man raised from the shadows trying to hide from the rain. He stood at the covered little entrance.
"Go to hell." House said trying to stop crying. He was all wet by the rain.
"Ham!" He grinned. "Can't you see you lost her… forever?"
"Shut up and leave me alone." House said with indifference in his voice.
"YOU leave us alone! She is mine now! I'm the one who get's into her pants now! You are just the ex! Go away… and like she has already told you… go crash your motorcycle at some wall."
"Lower your voice… it's really loud and annoyance." House replied with more indifference.
"And you should accelerate your motorcycle at the higher speed… This way the damaged could be severe, beyond repair. Hm let me see." The man stared at House's motorcycle.- "Honda CBR1000rr, I guess the maximum speed is 490 miles per hour … yeah, it should cause a great damaged."
"SHUT UP!" House got pissed. He didn't care what that Idiot thought about him, he didn't care he was the one fucking Lisa at that moment, he just wanted to be forgiven. He didn't expect her to give him another chance… and he didn't wish she could thought about giving him another chance cause he was going to do that great damaged she was asking for.
"Ok! You can stay here, but I'll make sure you hear her screaming in pleasure while I'm fucking her…"
House couldn't believe Lisa hooked up with that man! How dare he talk about her like that…. Like she was a whore! "Fucking her" Who the hell would say something like that about the woman loved.
"The difference is there. She fucks with you… with me she makes love." House grinned.
"YOU PIECE OF LITTLE SHIT." John was furious. He grabbed House by his T-shirt and faced him very close making House stand up and feel the pain rush throughout his leg.
Cuddy heard the man scream and ran to the outside.
"What's happening?" She watched John facing House. The man was ready to strike him in many pieces. "John, what is this… leave him" She approached John and tried to make him free House.
John threw House at the wall. House crashed violently against the building and fell on the floor.
"Lisa, please… It's hurting enough… I was out of my mind, I was angry, I didn't think… please listen to me… I'm sorry I did that to you… please." House was fell on the floor and his eyes filled with more tears. Tears raised by his physical, and emotional pain. His hand hold his bum leg in order to make the pain vanished… Unsuccessfully
"What did he do to you, Lisa?" John asked imperative.
"John, please get inside…" Her eyes wouldn't lie.
"Son of a Bitch!" John punched House on the face, then on the stomach. The next move was to throw House from the entrance to the grass outside so he could face the rain again. John executed that movement victoriously and moved to House again.
"Stop it." She screamed while trying to hold that furious man.
House was fallen on the floor holding his leg. Thanks the grass he didn't hurt even harder. John kicked his hurt leg. That was the worse pain House could ever felt. That pain was indescribable, inexpressible. He felt like just crying would never be enough. - "Coward…" He whispered in tears.
"Please, stop it." Cuddy screamed, and John stared at her.
"I'm protecting you, Lisa." He was confused again.
"You kicked his hurt leg… what kind of a man does that?" She was the furious one now.
"I don't understand."
Cuddy couldn't believe that. She couldn't believe many things at that point. Why would John do such a cruelty thing? Why would she think House didn't deserve that? Why was she fighting to protect the man that violated her? She didn't care. She approached House.
"Are you ok?" She touched his leg.
"No… It hurts…" He cried.
"Lisa! What the hell are you doing?" John was more confused then Bush in the middle of Iraq in a role playing game.
"I'm fine! And I'm tired." House stood up avoiding her help. "I'm tired Lisa… I tried… I tried everything to make you happy and you cheated on me… I just wanted you to know that it still hurts, and it will hurt forever because I love you, and you know… you know you are everything to me. I don't want to know why you cheated because I know it's gonna hurt even more if it's possible. So I'm tired to get hurt, I'm tired to be hurt, and I'm tired to ask for your forgiveness…"
"Greg, please…" She whispered. That was really touching her deeply, and painfully.
"You know you could have stopped me. I'm a cripple… you just needed to kick me like your boyfriend has just done. You know this would stop me and make cry in pain for a whole week. You know that it wasn't all my fault and I hope you can leave with that! And I'm doing you a last favor… cause I love you and I'd do anything to you even if it means crashing my motorcycle at some wall." House headed to his motorcycle, turned it on, and disappeared among the rain, and the mist.
"GREG!" Lisa screamed but he was far away.
House couldn't defend himself from John… He was drunk, he was on drugs, and he was a cripple… Cuddy at least could have defended herself from House, but she haven't She haven't… that thought destroyed her like a nuclear device. All that he said… all that he meant… Cuddy felt guilty for what she did and if she could bring back the past…. She would probably change that. And now He was out there driving four hundred something miles per hour ready to crash at the first wall.
"Oh my god! He is going to kill himself!" Her face hided into her hands and she cried.
"Lisa, please… you are nervous… just calm down. He will never do something like that!" John tried to calm her down.
"You kicked him in his hurt leg… How could you do that?" She stared at him in disgusting.
"I was trying to protect you!"
"I need to call Wilson." She ran into her house and John followed her.
House was driving really fast. He was still crying cause he would have to go without her forgiveness. He was feeling good cause he knew that all of that pain would vanished into the ashes of the unknown, of the eternity. He would be free from all that was hurting and torturing and sucking all his forces… That was giving him some comfort. But her forgiveness was all he wanted… We can't always get what we want… So there was the perfect wall… An alley where no one would find him to save his life. Perfect, if he didn't die with the crash, he would die with the injuries if no one helped him. All right, 300 miles per hour… 320…360… 400… 460…
When Wilson picked up the phone was too late. And when Cuddy hung up the phone Cameron called her from the Hospital. Paramedics found him with severe multiple injuries, multiple fractures, some exposed ones. Seemed he had broken all the bones of his body except his spine. Severe subdural hemorrhages, one of his kidneys was lost because it was perforated by some part of his motorcycle. Glasgow scale was giving the paramedics a 3! There was nothing anybody could do…
