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Great Day Side-B

(Combo/Cube)

This is mainly about Cube trying to get over a traumatic childhood in order to attempt to enter a relationship. Seriously, do not read this if you don't have the stomach for this kind of subject matter (sexual abuse).

I bet you're wondering why I'm putting up the second part of "Great Day" so late, right? Well… I actually had every intention of leaving it as a one-shot but I recently changed my mind, sort of. I was actually going to set this at a different time and place and under different circumstances, but decided this would work better. I guess you can just consider this a very late chapter two.

Cube's Room- Nov. 12, 8:17

(Be sure to re-read "Great Day" as this picks up where it left off.)

They had been fooling around for a few minutes but now things were getting a little more serious. "Come on…I want to show you just how straight I am." Great, so what now? Can I really go through with this? I can try…I can hope that I don't break into tears halfway through…or after…or before…I can do this…I can do this, I can do this, I can do this… A now shirtless Combo had already removed her hoody and her grey t-shirt. She felt his lips press against hers again. It feels so good when he does that…

Combo pulled her black undershirt off now. He kissed her again. She loved the kisses. She felt his hands against her bare skin sliding down her back. She started to tingle. She felt them go into the back pockets of her jeans and squeeze. I can do this. He kissed down her neck. I can do this. Her shoulder. I can do this. Her breast.

Father…alcohol…bed…blackout… undressed… semen… shower… crying…

I can't do this! She pushed him away. She lifted her arms to cover her chest and turned away from him as he gave her a look that simply said "what the fuck?" He didn't say it of course but his uplifted arms said it for him.

She was panting. "I… I don't think I can do this."

Combo reached out to her. "What's wrong?" he asked. He touched her and she immediately cringed. He took a deep breath. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. She didn't make eye contact. Her head was turned completely away from him. He lifted her chill. She still had her eyes away from him. "Cube?" She made eye contact… mascara ran from her eyes in black trails as she began to cry. He sighed. He knew exactly what was wrong.

Combo led her to the bed and gestured for her to sit down. He picked up her grey t-shirt and handed it to her. He sat down next to her as she slipped it back on. He turned to look at her. She turned her head, then her whole body, so that she wasn't looking at him. He sighed. "We're goin' to hafta talk about this sometime, Cube."

"No we won't… we don't ever have to talk about this, CJ."

"Do you think I wanna talk about it?"

"… No, you don't."

"You're right, I don't, but if we actually want to have any kind of relationship beyond just bein' friends then we hafta talk about this."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Then we can't move forward." He got up and walked to the door. As he opened the door he stopped and turned back to her. "If you feel like talkin' I'll be waitin' in my room." He closed the door behind him.

Cube sighed. She reached into her pocket and produced a lighter and a single cigarette. She lit it and inhaled menthol flavor. The smoke came out in a sigh. Did she really want another relationship? It would be more accurate to say another almost-relationship. Four boyfriends and she never had sex with any of them because of this. Whenever it came time to actually go through with it she would have a breakdown. With the breakdown came the explanation. With the explanation came the end of a relationship and any pre-existing relationship with that person. She didn't want that to happen again so she tried to avoid talking about it.

The tricky thing about it was that in this case not talking about it was what would prevent a relationship from even starting and, possibly, lose a very good friend.

She blew more smoke out of her nose and sat there for a few minutes. Fuck this… I can't be alone forever. She put the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, got up and left her room.

Combo's Room- 8:41pm

His lights were out and he was stretched out on his bed. Did he leave his shirt in her room? He felt around for the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had placed on the floor and sat up slightly as he sucked down about two swallows. He felt a burn in his throat as he gently placed it back on the floor and lay back down. Where did he get that again? Oh, yeah… he took it out of Rhythe's room… she was too young to be drinking anyw-

There was a knock on his door. He already had a good idea of who it was.

"Can I come in?" a female voice. Yep, it was Cube.

"It's unlocked," he answered.

The door opened and she was silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. The door closed behind her as she entered returning the room to darkness. He could hear her approaching then felt her crawl onto his bed and place her head on his chest. "Why do you want me to tell you this stuff again anyway? I already told you about it."

"You gave me the broad strokes, I want the details."

"I don't see the difference…" she mumbled.

"The difference is broad strokes ain't what's botherin' you, it's the details." He heard her sigh.

She was silent for a moment.

He was silent as well.

"He raped me," she said.

"What?"

"I said before that my father molested me. The truth is he raped me."

"Oh my god…"

"Yeah…"

He swallowed. "This is gonna be hard for you and, now that you said that, I really, really don't wanna-"

"I was eleven." She already knew what he was going to say. "I think I was just startin' to develop, y'know what I mean?" He said yeah. "It was New Years, y'know… in February. Anyway, we had our neighbors over to celebrate. At midnight we started settin' off fireworks. A little while after we ran out of fireworks and everyone started headin' home, I went to my room and lay down. I didn't go to sleep." She stopped for a minute. I can't believe I'm saying this.

He felt her tremble. "Take your time…"

"I'm okay." Her voice was a bit higher than usual.

"You know what, forget about it. If you don't want-"

"No… I already started, I have to finish."

He put an arm around her. "Alright… go on."

She took a deep breath. "I was layin' down and I heard a knock on my door. It was my father…"

Taipei, Taiwan- 1:17am, Nine Years Ago

"Are you alright Yu?" She was laying there in the dark but he could tell she was awake.

"Huh? Oh, hi daddy. I'm okay."

"Is anything wrong?"

"I have a headache."

"Is that all?" He left for a moment and came back. "Drink some of this." He handed her a half-empty bottle of champagne.

She gasped; he had never let her have champagne before. "Really?"

He chuckled. "You were a very good girl last year, I think you deserve a reward."

She grinned.

"Don't drink too much now." He left the room.

Fifteen Minutes Later

He knocked on her door again.

"hic… Come in." There was a lot of cheer in her voice now. She had drunk too much… the rest of the bottle actually. She was feeling like she could pass out at any minute.

He was shocked. "I thought I told you not to drink too much!"

She was a bit frightened by his yelling. "I'm sorry daddy, it was really good…"

He slapped her. She held her face as a tear began to run out of her eye. He approached her and grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the center of the room. He smacked her. He punched her. He punched her again and again. He let go of her hair and backhanded her knocking her head into the floor.

Yu laid there. She was crying, she was weeping but there was no sound.

As quickly as he had lost his temper he regained control of himself. He sat her up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry Yu but if I don't punish you, you just won't learn. Are you alright?"

She was sobbing now. "Yes…"

He sat on her bed and she sat next to him. "You know I don't like to punish you, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Good… I love you very much, Yu. I only want what's best for you."

"I know." She was still sobbing.

"Go to sleep now okay?"

"Okay." She laid down and slowly started to drift off.

As she drifted off she felt something. She didn't know what it was; she had never felt it before. It was brushing against her stomach, and then it found its way up to her chest. She felt it squeeze on her breasts, which were only just starting to grow in. It ran back down her body. Just as she felt it slide into her underwear she blacked out.

About 11am

Yu hadn't opened her eyes yet but she was already holding her head. It felt like someone had drilled a hole in it. She couldn't hear anyone downstairs so she assumed her parents weren't home.

Her head was still on her pillow as she opened her eyes. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She felt like she knew what it was but she just couldn't remember. Her entire body ached. Was her entire body supposed to hurt? She tried to sit up and a sharp pain ran through her lower back. She let out a yelp and fell back down. It hurt so much. She tried to move her legs, they hurt more than her back and head.

There was something about the pain that seemed strange, as if the fact that she was in pain wasn't weird enough. She moved her legs again. This time she got a better idea of where the pain was coming from. It was coming from her hips and thighs. She tried to move them again. This time the pain was extreme… and it was coming from somewhere else. She used her hand to trace the pain and eventually found the source… her crotch.

She started to become upset. She tried to remember what happened the night before.

Was that liquid? She raised her hand and looked at it… there was blood on her hand!

She ignored the pain and sat up. There was blood on her sheets. Her panties were around her ankles. What was that on her thigh? It was some kind of liquid. Why hadn't she noticed it before? She swiped it up with her fingers, it was off-white and sticky. She wiped it onto the wall and jumped out of bed. She pulled her shirt off and started ripping her sheets off of her bed.

Yu grabbed a towel and ran to the bathroom. She was right, nobody was home. She rushed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, locking it. She rushed to the shower and turned on the water.

Just as she was about to step into the shower she felt her stomach wrench and jerk. She dove for the toilet and got to it just in time for her stomach to turn inside-out, sink and force itself out of her mouth… a little of it also came out of her nose. It was disgusting. She gasped and inhaled. Her breathing was cut short by more vomit. She flushed the toilet, got up and rinsed her mouth out in the sink.

Yu finally entered the shower; the water was hot when she got in. She grabbed a bar of soap and started scrubbing herself. She started to hyperventilate. She scrubbed harder. Tears started to run down her face. She gritted her teeth and scrubbed even harder. She let out a sob.

Yu stopped scrubbing. Her arms went limp and she let her head hang. She shut her eyes tight. A shudder ran down her spine and she was suddenly conscious of the pain she woke up in. Her legs felt weak. She sunk down onto her knees and sat with her head in her hands. She wept, she couldn't stop crying.

Yu couldn't stop crying, all she could do was curl herself into a ball and sob.

Combo's Room- 9:17pm

He felt a stream of tears running out of one of his eyes. What have I done? He had pushed her into telling him what happened and now she was having an emotional breakdown. She was gripping him as hard as she could and wouldn't stop crying. Actually she couldn't stop crying. Combo wrapped his other arm around Cube as he felt her tears drip onto his chest. The way she described it almost made it seem like it had happened yesterday.

He heard her stop sobbing but the tears continued. She lifted her head. "Do you know what the worst part of it was?" she asked.

He couldn't imagine anything worse than that. He gulped. "What?"

She took a few breaths. "He did it again the same day… I was conscious the second time."

He shut his eyes, Oh God no… "Did you… did you tell anyone?"

She let out a scornful laugh. "Of course… I told my mother…" She adjusted herself so that her head was level with his. He moved over enough for her to rest her head on his pillow. She lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "As soon as I told her she beat me… she called me a liar… she called me a whore… she was in denial… she didn't want to believe what he had done to me."

"I'd say that was horrible, but I don't think it would do it justice." He turned his head to the side and saw her staring at him with horrifying intensity. "I'm not making fun of you… I really can't think of a word to describe that."

She turned back to the ceiling. "Atrocious, ghastly, sickening, appalling…"

"I don't think ghastly would fit in there but…"

She was staring at him again.

"… I'm sorry… I shouldn't have pushed you into this."

She cracked a slight smile. "This is the second time you've made me do something I didn't want to do… and in only two weeks…"

"Ha ha," he let out a sarcastic laugh.

She rolled onto her side and put her arm across him. They held each other in silence for a few minutes. Eventually she stopped crying. She rolled on top of him and laid there for a while. "I know it sounds weird but… I'm glad you made me do this… I still have to work some stuff out but… I feel a little better after telling you."

He tightened his grip on her. "I'm glad you feel better."

"I didn't want to tell you because… because I thought you would leave me."

"I'd never just leave you."

"I wouldn't have blamed you."

"I would've." There was silence. "I love you Cube… I wouldn't leave you over this, I'd never forgive myself."

"Good because if you did I'd have to kill myself."

"What?" It hit him like a ton of bricks.

She looked directly into his eyes. "You wouldn't have been the first person to leave me because of this… I had four other boyfriends and they all left me over this. Before I came in here I swore that if it happened again I'd do the pills and vodka thing... no note."

He let that sink in. "Wow… that's… um…"

"It's messed up?" she suggested.

"Yeah, that works."

"I bet you're wondering why I wouldn't leave a note."

"Kind of…"

"It's morbid to leave a note. Anyway, who's to say I could actually go through with it?"

"Not to change the subject but… when do you think we can… you know…"

"Uh… I don't know… we'll have to see. I don't know how long it'll take me to be ready for that."

"I'll wait. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do… again…"

She gave him a peck on the lips and sunk down next to him. "Goodnight."

He, again, tightened his grip on her. "Yeah, goodnight."

"I love you."

"I love you," he said as he yawned. He closed his eyes, I'll always love you.

-So how was that? I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable… at least I found a way to kind of steer it towards a less depressing ending. Please review this, I'll be waiting.

Also, be sure to check out "Down and Out" and "Storm Warning," they're pretty old (a few years old, actually) but they're very well written and worth a read. Trust me. And no this isn't a plug, I didn't write them, it's a promotion for another writer's work... You really need to check them out and leave a review, they're old but the author still checks reviews.