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Chapter 4

House couldn´t believe it. How had he gotten himself into this? Groaning, he looked into the mirror and he hated what he saw. Why do people like these stupid tuxes? It´s just ridicuous and I hate it! Yeah that´s good - my new mantra for tonight: I hate it - I hate it - i hate it! Much better. But still, I look like a fucking penguin. Now I hate it even more!

As if this wasn´t already bad enough, he heard a knock at the door. Sighing, he took his cane and made his way to the door. Opening it, he saw a widely grinning Cuddy standing in front of him. At least he knew now what a really, really low cut dress looked like. He wasn´t even sure one could call it a dress after all. It was barely there. He had never seen a lower cut than that before. The whole dress was silvery and ended just under her butt. It was made of a thin, tight fit material and left nothing to the imagination. With her green eye make up, the red glossy lips and her wild curly hair she reminded him of a giant glitter ball. Cuddy misunderstood his shocked and dirty look and was now grinning even more.

"I see you love my dress!" she said as she spun around.

"Ahm yeah... it´s really really... how should I say..." His mind searched for a good enough answer: whorish (she would kill me), ridiculous (same here), interesting (that´s really a low idea). Damn! "Cuddles it´s really somehow... great" Oh my god I haven´t said that have I? GREAT what was I thinking? Oh no I know that look.

"Great? Just GREAT? Thank you so much! I spend the whole day in front of the mirror and all you can say is GREAT?" She was really fuming now and if looks could kill he would already be dead (ok he would have been dead a long time ago).

"If you wanna hear a compliment go and call Wilson! You should know by now that I don´t do compliments. Now let´s go. I wanna get this shit over with!" With this he turned and left without even looking back at her.

Allison Cameron sighed. Her life was a mess again and so was she. Deep inside she knew she wouldn´t be able to hide her drug addiction for long but she did everything she could to prolong it. Her long red empire dress was wide enough to hide most of her dangerously skinny body. It was subtle and elegant at the same time. She was thankful that it didn´t show much of her too skinny neck. Her cute little black cardigan with puffy sleves her arms. Since the evening House saw her in the red dress, red became her favourite colour. She didn´t even fight thinking of him anymore. She just gave up and so he was in her thoughts everyday - no every minute. That´s why she bought this red dress and a blood-red lipstick. Besides that she only wore a little make up - just enough to cover the damage the drugs had caused. It was getting harder each day.

First she only felt a happiness she had almost forgetten spreading through her body. But it didn´t last long. Everyday she needed more cocaine. Her arms were filled with blood-red punctures from the needles. Thank god for long sleeves. The worst part was that the drugs wore off much too soon. A quick high was followed by a very long and dark depression. Her whole body screamed for more then and she didn´t have the strengh to fight against the addiction. It wasn't like she had something to fight for.

When was the last time she had a proper meal? She couldn´t remember it because the cocaine took away her desire for food. She just ate to survive the day and she knew that her body was starving slowly but Cameron stopped caring long ago. Her brown hair lost its shine and hung limp over her shoulders. Today she chose a curly look. Professional hairstyling could really do wonders even if only for one evening. Her eyes were already dead and there was no way she could hide this. Not that anyone would ever really take the time to notice and nobody knew that she was only a shell. There was nothing inside her anymore - she was finally empty and damaged beyond all repair. She began hating her reflection more every day and silently she hoped that she would be released from all this soon. She knew there was no way out of this misery because she didn´t want to fight. So death was the easiest solution. Her drug abuse was like suicide - a cowardly suicide.

Giving herself a last shot of cocaine she left her house and went to the horrible donation party. She hated her life.

House thought he was finally in hell and his own silver devil was getting on his nerves beyond everything. Cuddy was shining - she really was. Her smile and her bleached teeth would blind him - not to mention the silvery thing she wore. Without alcohol he would have died a long time ago (ok he was here for twenty-six minutes but it felt like a lifetime). He gave up listening to the stupid small talk Cuddy had with some other idiots. It was always the same "It´s really a challenge to run a hospital AND be a loving mother. Rachel´s the best thing in my life..." House couldn´t help but smirk. At least she remembered her name.

"Dr. House, you are a very lucky man."

Turning around he saw one of the fucking idiots trying to make converstion with him. As if it couldn´t get worse.

"Why?" No need for more words.

"Because of Dr. Cuddy here. You´re such a beautiful couple! Haven´t you been listening? She´s praised you the whole time!"

House was on the verge of bursting out laughing when a glowing Cuddy took his arm almost violently and looked at him with her stupid puppy eyes. He really was afraid he would lose it then and there.

"She's the lucky one. After all, I am da bomb in bed, but I am a very nice person, too. So I could share her with you. Let´s say fifty dollars for one night?"

Everyone was silent now. Cuddy was too shocked to speak and let his arm go almost immediately. After recovering from the first shock, the group parted and House was left alone with an extremely pissed off Cuddy (not that he cared at least all the other morons were gone for good or so he hoped).

"How could you? Can´t you be nice for once and shut your fucking mouth? And how often do I have to tell you that drinking is not good for you? Stop being such a fucking bastard and get a grip for once! I hate this!" Her voice was now dangerously low and he knew she meant every single word.

Now he was the one fuming. He stared at her with his intense ocean blue eyes but now they were dark blue and never looked angrier. His voice was as cold as ice when he spoke: "You don´t hate THIS but you hate ME." She wanted to correct him but his glare stopped her. "Just shut up and listen for once! I am a bastard and I am drinking and I am saying things to annoy people but this is who I am. I won´t change even if you want me to. You hate these things about me? Fine but stop lying by telling me how much you love me. That´s bullshit. You don´t love me. You love the House you want me to be."

Cuddy looked really shocked now. "House I didn´t mean it like that. I just..."

House rolled his eyes. "Didn't I tell you to shut up? I don´t want to talk right now and especially not to you. So go on and celebrate with your stupid morons but don´t you dare talk about us with anyone. You know I hate this and again I was foolish enough to trust you. I should have known better. You talk about us and I will make a scene you will never forget. Understood?"

All she could do was nod and look after him as he walked away.

House was about to leave the party. Why should he stay? The room was filled with people he couldn´t stand, Cuddy was... well, Cuddy and there still was no sign of Cameron. All this shit for nothing! He was about to leave the room and call a taxi when something red caught his eye. He would never admit it but red was his favourite colour. It reminded him of Cameron´s dress from the night many years ago. He knew that he would never be able to forget her - not that he wanted to. Thinking about her once more he turned his head and stared at the red spectacle in front of him. What House saw left him stunned and for once in his life he was speechless.

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