So Close
{1.6}
When she woke up that morning, she was alone. Fresh clothes lied for her on what had been Remy's side of the bed; a green cotton sleeveless mini-dress and a black camisole replaced her black halter top, black skinny jeans replaced her shorts, and a simple long black hem necklace with green beads replaced the fact that she wore no jewelry at all other than the silver chain she kept around her neck. She had managed to swipe it when she and Remy broke out of Stryker's island. Johny had given it to her on his death bed: it had been his class ring on a silver chain. The stone in it was green topaz, his and her birthstone. She'd kept it in her pocket since she managed to take it back.
She went into the bathroom, necklace in hand, seeing no sign of Remy at all. She took the clothes with her, too, marveled at them. She didn't know how he managed to get clothes for her so quickly. She checked the sizes. Just right. The fact made her smile. Even Johny had never been able to get the right size on the first try, or manage to come up with a decent outfit. She shook her head and turned on the shower, debating whether she should wear the necklace as she lathered her hair with the Pantene shampoo that had miraculously been placed in the shower.
Showers, while nice, brought back memories she liked to keep at bay. They're tenth time had been in her shower, a few hours after their ninth time. They knew they had HIV by then, but it had never really stopped him. And what was she to do about it? She still loved him. She conditioned her hair quickly and looked around for soap. Not finding any, she quickly popped out of the shower and dug around, finally finding a bar of mango scented soap that one of Remy's many women of his past had probably left around. She frowned at the idea as she washed, and the got angry at herself. She loved Remy, undoubtedly, but for some reason, she felt like she had no right to be angry that Remy had had lots of women before. It wasn't something she should have been upset about, but for some reason, she was. She shook the thought off and shut off the shower, trying with the curtain closed, blocking her from view. She then slipped on the clothes. They fit perfectly, she mused. Remy could have been a designer in another life. She found a little make up under one of the two sinks. She put on some mascara, blush and a little foundation to cover the dark tinge under her eyes.
She spent fifteen minutes just staring at the necklace in her hand before she put it on. She wore Remy's around her wrist, wrapped several times around the slender bone and small amount of flesh covering.
She hoped he didn't ask where she got hers from.
"Bonjour, Lorraine," he said once she stepped into the kitchen. The house she was in was huge, and she had one of the maids (yes, Remy had maids) to lead her to him. He nodded to the maid, who blushed and quickly left the room, waving smally at Lorraine as she did. Lorraine raised her eyebrows as she watched the girl scurry down the hall.
"Some one's got it bad for you," she mused, walking over to the coffee pot. The kitchen was huge, and everything was spotless and metallic. She felt like she was dirtying the place by just pouring herself of coffee.
"Toi?" he said hopefully, like he didn't know how she felt. Truth was, unknown to her, he didn't know how she felt. She'd been acting so distant. He paused, looking at her, doing a once over as she replied.
"Well, me and that other girl. Poor thing," she said. "What?"
"Where'd you get that necklace?" he asked. She didn't answer, and sat down at the table, sipped her coffee. "Answer me."
Dieu, where did his voice get so much edge, he wondered? She probably just found it. Right. Stole it or something. He'd told her how to steal things without being caught when they were in prison-
"It was mine. Stryker took it away. I took it back," she answered simply. Remy nodded. He knew what that meant.
It meant: Johny gave it to me before he died. Try to take it and I will not even hesitate in killing you.
"Je vois," he said simply.
He tried to ignore how his heart clenched.
