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This chapter is very ... Umm, sad. And there isn't a good ending to it either, but trust me, it's not the end of the story! Ok? It took me awhile to get this stupid thing to upload. By I do recomend that you download
When It Rains
By: Paramore.
It goes very well with this chapter. :)
Enjoy.
And when it rains
On this side of town it touches, everything.
Just say it again and mean it.
We don't miss a thing.
You made yourself a bed
At the bottom of the blackest hole.
And convinced yourself that
It's not the reason You don't see the sun anymore.
Pan duct taped the last box, and blew her nose again, just like she had been doing for hours that night. The last of his things were finally boxed and ready to be taken away. She knew what she had to do, but it was more difficult than she had expected. That night was a night she would never forget, even though it was satisfying to give Marron what she had coming, she couldn't get her mind off of what she was going to do next. Being betrayed by her best friend and her husband within the same month was difficult to handle.
"Mommy?"
Pan looked over to her bedroom door at her oldest child, Roxy.
"What are you doing up?" Pan stood to her feet and picked up her daughter.
"Where's daddy?" Roxy asked, her words slurred from sleep as she put her head on Pan's shoulder and began sucking on her thumb. Pan ran a hand through Roxy's soft lavender hair and began walking towards the bedroom that her kids shared. She put Roxy down in her bed and knelt down beside her, and began tucking her in.
"Daddy is going away for a few days," she lied. "He has to work for a long time."
Roxy just nodded, her eyes slowly closing, "Ok."
Pan bit her lip, keeping herself from another break down as she watched her oldest child fall into a sleep, expecting her daddy to come home within the next few days. Pan hated lying to her kids, but she couldn't bring herself to tell them that daddy was never coming home. Roxy's breathing softened, though her thumb was still resting on the tips of her lips. Pan sat down completely, and rested her head next to Roxy's sleeping body, and cried. Tears made their way onto Roxy's blanket, and onto Pan's arm. It had been days since she had talked to Trunks. He had called her the day after she had walked in on him and Marron, asking for her to let him come home and talk to her. Though Pan refused, she told him she would call him when she had finished packing his things, and that their appartment was no longer his home.
Trunks had called everyday, every hour, and left many messages for Pan. Knowing that she was weak when it came to Trunks' words, she never listened to the messages before deleting them off of her voicemail. She blocked him from sending her text messages, and had deleted her email to make a new one. She had come home everyday to a bouqet of flowers and a small note inside of them, but she gave them no second thought, and threw them in the dumpster behind the appartment complex. Whenever a delivery boy would ask her to sign for any letters or gifts from Trunks, she merely told the boy that he had the wrong address, and after the third day, he just stopped coming.
Pan was still reliving that night. During the day, when she was with her kids or at work, and even in her dreams. She hadn't gotten one good night of sleep yet. Zita was too young, and was only learning how to crawl, which made things easier on Pan. Having Roxy sontantly asking for Trunks was hard enough. Though every night that Pan would come home from work, she could see Zita looking behind her and around her, obviously looking for Trunks.
"Pan?"
And oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh I, I never saw it coming.
Oh, oh, I needthe ending.
So why can't you stay,
Just long enough to explain?
Someone was behind her, standing at the door. She was almost to scared to turn around, knowing exactly who it was. Pan turned around to see her husband, soon to be ex-husband, standing there with his hands in his pockets. He looked very unkept. His hair was toussled, his clothes were wrinkled, his face was pale and his eyes were brimmed with red lines. For a moment, Pan felt bad for ignoring him, because it was obvious that he was torn up, just as bad as she was. But her pity quickly dissappeared as fast as it had came, and she stood to her feet.
She walked past him and into the hallway outside of what was now her bedroom, and glared up at Trunks with her hands placed across her chest.
"What do you want?" she spat, hatred staining her words.
"Pan, we should talk," Trunks attempted to put one of his hands on her shoulder, but she smacked it away. He sighed. "You've been ignoring me for almost two weeks, I think it's time we sit down and talk about all of this."
"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you fucked Marron," Pan shoved past him and into her room. She began pushing all of the boxes out into the hallway, and into the living room.
"It was a mistake!" Trunks whispered harshly. "I'm sorry, Pan! Mistakes happen!"
Pan whirled around, and gave him the most evil look that he had ever seen directed towards him, "A mistake? That word is a complete fucking understatement for what you did that night, Trunks! You left your sick wife and kid at home, wondering where the fuck you were! Zita was just two degrees from falling into a coma, and all you were able to worry about was that slut that was supposed to be my friend!"
"I don't know what came over me," he sat down on the loveseat and put his head in his hands. "I was caught up in a moment and -"
"Trunks, that is no excuse," Pan had her back towards him, hiding the tears that were still making paths down her cheeks. "There shouldn't have even been a moment between you two. You shouldn't have even went to see her." She began stacking the boxes by the door, still keeping her face hidden from Trunks.
"I know that, Pan-Chan," Trunks' voice cracked from sadness, and Pan could hear the pain in his voice. "I love you... Please, Pan. Please don't do this."
And when it rains,
will you always find an escape?
Just running away,
From all the ones that love you.
From everything.
You made yourself a bed,
At the bottom of the blackest hole.
And you'll sleep till May.
And you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore.
Pan froze, and sniffled a little bit. She ran her sleeve across her eyes and cleaned them free of tears, but was unable to keep her voice straight.
"There's no other way around it, Trunks," Pan managed to say. Anger, sadness, and fear was dripping from her words. But there was no sign of doubt on her face or in her voice. "The lawyer said he will have the divorce papers printed and ready by tomorrow. I'll swing by Capsule Corp when I get them."
Trunks stood up and placed his hands on Pan's shoulders, not allowing her to smack him away.
"I'm not going to sign them, Pan," Trunks stated stubbornly. His tears were falling freely, almost as if he was too tired to restrain them anymore.
"You don't have to," Pan still couldn't look at him. "I'll just take the papers to court, and I'll make it official myself."
Trunks couldn't contain a sob that made it's way from his lips, and his tears began to make a faster pace.
"Pan, stop this," his voice was begging. "Please let me make this up to you. I can't lose you..."
It was hard to do, but Pan freed herself from his grip and put her hands over her face, ashamed of herself for being such a mess infrotn of the man who tore her heart into a million pieces. Her heart was shattered, flaking away into a madness of flames. But Pan felt as though she still loved him with all those little pieces. Her heart was hanging onto him like a magnet, not letting go for anything. Pan could easily just tell him to get out and not bothering listening to his words, but her heart refused to allow those words spill from her lips.
"You've already lost me, Trunks," Pan was finally able to look up at him.
Trunks felt his heart freeze, then fall apart. Her eyes... It was no wonder she was hiding them. Just by looking into them, Trunks figured there was no reason for her to talk anymore. He could see her soul through those dark brown sheilds. Her pain and anger were mixed together with a string of hate hanging off of them. Trunks could see the pain she was in, which only pained him even more. There was very little make-up remaining on Pan's eyes, but it was smeared. He had never seen her like this. And he hated himself for being the one that brought this agonizing torture onto her. So, there was only one thing he could do. If this was what he was putting his wife - The one he loved with every piece of himself - through, then it was best to stay away from her, and let her move on with her life.
Trunks nodded, and put his head down in disgust and shame of himself.
"I'll sign the papers, Pan."
And oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh I, I never saw it coming.
And oh, oh, I need the ending.
So why can't you stayjust long enough to explain?
"Thank you," Pan said, her throat hurting from all the restraint on her cries as she watched him gather his boxes.She looked up on the top shelf, and pulled down a picture of Trunks, Pan, and Roxy. Roxy was only ten months old in this picture, and her lavender her was in small pony tails on each side of her head. She was fast asleep in Trunks' arms, as he stared at Pan lovingly, with one hand on her belly. It was the day Pan had found out she was pregnant with her second baby. They were outside of Capsule Corp, and had just signed the papers for their new appartment that same day. The sun was beaming, and the sky was clear of any clouds. There were tears of joy in both Pan and Trunks' eyes. They had finally had the perfection of a family. Pan blew onto the to glass frame to get rid of the dust, then used her sleeve to get the corners before handing the photo to Trunks.
Take your time.
Take my time.
"You can have that," Pan folded her arms across her chest, her hands tucked in her sleeves. Again, she was hiding her face from him. Trunks had just finished putting his boxes outside of the door, and he looked down at the picture in his hands.
She didn't get a response from him, and she didn't really want one. What he had already said was still tearing her apart. The least she wanted was any more words from him. Trunks stopped staring at the picture, put it ontop of one of his boxes and wrapped his arms around Pan and let everything out. He wasn't crying loud, but his stiffled sobs were enough to tear down Pan's wall. She covered her face, and allowed her head to drop onto his chest as she cried out what was remaining of her sadness. She could feel Trunks' face nuzzled into her hair, wetness falling into the strands of her messy hair. The pain only increased when she felt as if she were resting in the arms of a stranger.
Trunks' hands were no longer at a stand still, as he began to run a hand through Pan's hair. He couldn't help but feel like this was the last hug he would ever get from the love of his life. As much as it hurt to give her a good bye hug, he didn't want to let go. His arms were gripping around her, almost as if to save his life. With every breath that Pan took against him, he wanted to kiss her.. And kiss all of her pain and all of her worries away. There was nothing he wanted more but to take her in his arms and carry her away to a happily ever after, and erase all of his mistakes. Pan was torn, and her appearance only made things worse. Her clothes were baggy and stained, her neck, finger, and wrist were naked of the jewelry he had bought for her.
"Daddy?"
Take these chances to turn it around.
Take these chances, we'll make it somehow.
And take these chances to turn it around.
Just turn it around.
Trunks and Pan both pulled away from eachother and looked over at Roxy. A smile spread across her tired face, and she dropped her blanket to the floor, along with her pink sippy cup, and ran right into Trunks' arms. Trying to be as easy as he could, he hugged his daughter as tight as he possibly could. Roxy laughed and pushed him back just far enough to see his face.
"Why crying?" she asked, still not able to piece words together perfectly, but Trunks understood the question.
"I'm okay, baby," Trunks kissed her cheek. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I heard door open," Roxy pointed to the door, and her face twisted with the cutest look of confusion. "Daddy? Whas that?" She then pointed at the boxes.
"Dady's taking some stuff to the trash," Trunks lied.
"Oh ok!" Roxy began playing with his hair.
"Let's go tuck you in, okay?" Trunks picked her up and carried her away to her room, but not before picking her blanket and cup up off the floor.
Pan followed the two, keeping herself a good few feet behind. As Trunks walked into the girls' room, Pan kept herself in the doorway, being sure that Trunks didn't slip up any words that would confuse the kids. He bent down and put Roxy in her bed, and pulled the blankets over her. Instantly, Roxy put her thumb in her mouth and made herself comfortable in her covers. Pan covered her mouth, trying to keep herself from crying. Her daughters were such daddy's girls... She didn't want them to not see him.
Once Roxy was fast asleep, Trunks kissed her cheek and made his way over to Zita's crib. She was laying on her back, her jet black hair sprawled on the pillow. Her pasaphire was still in her mouth, and there was still a little bit of movement from her lips. Trunks let down the side gate, leaned over, and picked up his second daughter and began craddling her in his arms. Still in a deep sleep, she didn't move or respond to him at all. Pan could see Trunks' lips moving, but she couldn't completely make out what he was saying. The only words she heard repeatedly was, "I'm so sorry."
Oh, oh,how could you do it?
Oh I, I never saw it coming.
What was left of Pan's heart was screaming at Pan to take him back, and to give him another chance. She couldn't bare the thought of breaking the relationship her kids had with their father. And she hated herself for doing it, but she knew it was something that needed to be done. Pan's knees went week when one of the street lights kicked on and illuminated the side of Trunks' face. His eyes were sparkling with love for his child, but pain for having to leave.
Trunks placed Zita back in her crib, and put the gate back up before looking back at Pan. He was startled to see her standing there, but he just gave a weak smile before walking back out into the hallway and into the living room. Pan met him in there, and watched him pull a key off of his keyring and place it on the end table of the couch. It was his house key.
He stepped up and placed his arms around Pan and took a deep breath.
"I guess this is good bye," he said into her hair.
Pan nodded as he let go of her and made his way to the door.
"Good bye, Pan," he gave another forced, weak smile before closing the door behind him.
The door clicked shut.
To both the appartment, and to their marriage.
Oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh I, I never saw it coming.
Oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh I, I never saw it coming.
Oh, oh, I need an ending.
So why can't you stay
Just long enough to explain?
"Good bye, Trunks," Pan whispered to herself.
You can take your time.
Take my time.
JammieDodgerx - I enjoy getting flames sometimes. It gets me a good laugh, and only makes me bash the Girl Next Door's favorite DBZ bitch, Marron. I try not to bash her so much, but wheres the fun at without a blonde skeeze:)
XxvLuvsSusake4EvervxX - Lol. Without Marron and Trunks where would this story go:P Gotta keep them here, as much as I wish I could jump into my own fic and stomp their faces. Haha. What kind of writer gets mad at their own stories? Haha. I'm a retard.
lovesanime92 - Not so much physical pain, but it looks as if he's in some emotional pain. I hope thats good? )
SaiyanWolf-Girl - I'm working on that part, putting the two back together. It's going to take alot of thinking, though. I like being original, and I don't want any of my ideas to look like they've been pawned off of someone else's fic. But in the end, it will be a TP. Promise.
CruelVidel - Lol. You're name describes you well. I would rather be punched dead square in my face than to have someone spit on me. Ew. Haha. Yeah, I wanted to make Marron a good person in this story, but the whole "I'magoodpersonIhavemorals" Marron got dull. Gotta add some spice somewhere, ya know?
jazzyfizzler - And you're right. Everyone does add their own special little touch to things. If there were two of the exact same story lines, just with a better writter, I would read the one that is written best. Descriptive words and well thought out plots is what makes every story interesting. And you are a very good writter. :) I hope this chapter didn't bring you down at all.
ladybugg - Haha. I'm not a mean person, I'm just not a big fan of hipocrites. ((if I spelled that right)) I don't think anyone who hasn't attempted a story shouldn't judge others who make the attempt. Anywho, I'm glad you liked my exciting, angsty chapter. Did you like my more depressing chapter? Lol.
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pt4eva - I'm trying my best to finish both of my stories. I don't want anyone to be left hanging like I was when the whole fanfom of TP starting dying out. It really sucked.
TrunksOnly - Muahahaha! I'm that awesome? Sweet. I know it's going to be difficult to put the two back together, but I've already written down some ideas, and I'm piecing together how its going to end. I always like to end a story with just a little bit of a cliffhanger. Haha. I will manage to get them back together though.
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