A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. Omg I love summer vacation. And the fact that I have the next week off from work. This is fabulous.
Orange Tundra
I woke up, opening my eyes slowly, only aware of the fact that I was in someones arms. But that someone wasn't the man I was used to, or the man I needed.
Aldo snorted loudly underneath me and I slid out from beneath his arms before getting out of the bed. It was then that I realized I was still naked.
As I looked down at the fluffy pink towel that I had been wrapped in, it did make me smile to know that he hadn't tried anything. Even nicer was that he stayed the night.
As I walked to the bathroom I was made aware of a searing pain in between my legs. I didn't know what it was, but it hurt like hell. I sat down on the toilet, feeling something warm in between my thighs. I looked down. Blood.
I knew it couldn't be my period. I had just had it two weeks ago in the hospital.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." I said weakly. I didn't care, I just wanted the pain to end.
Hugo opened the door, coming in. He looked at me, naked and clutching the toilet. The blood dripping from the bowel.
Tut mir Leid. he quickly ducked out.
(Sorry.)
Kein warten darauf zuruckkommen btte! Es is nicht was Sie halten es wirklich schlecht tut weh... I pleaded, covering my chest.
(No wait come back please! It's not what you think...it hurts really bad.)
He turned around and came back before closing the door and sighing. He stood in front of me, kneeling in between my legs.
Offnen Sie Ihre Beine. he looked away.
(Open your legs.)
I did as told, wincing as a tearing sensation reached my nerve endings. Hugo leaned forward, looking with a furrowed brow. He put a hand on my inner thigh, gently putting an index finger on my vulva.
"You need sticthes." he said quietly in english. I looked down at him, biting my lip to keep the tears from welling up in my eyes. My Donny had done this to me.
"I was to become a docter before the war. I was in University of Freiburg up until three years ago. Then I was drafted."
"Oh." I replied.
"Stay here. I be back." he stood before walking to the closet and grabbing a couple of towels then setting them on the sink and closing the door behind him. I leaned forward and rested my head on my knees,
He returned twenty minutes later, a steel box with a lock on it in hand.
"You can walk?" he asked.
I nodded before standing up, ignoring the searing pain and amount of blood trickling down my thighs. I followed him back into the bedroom, where Aldo seemed to have vacated the premises without a word. Hugo brought the towels, setting them down on the bed and motioning for me to get on them.
I lay down, making sure the towels were under me. Aldo walked into the room, looking back and forth with raised eyebrows.
"I need stitches." I explained.
"Ah." he replied. "I suppose I should be leaving then." he turned back towards the door.
"No, wait stay. Please."
He turned around, closing it behind him before walkign back and sitting on the bed beside me.
Hugo unlocked them opened the box, rummaging around before pulling out a small bottle of whiskey, a needle, iodine, and some thread.
"Drink. This will hurt."
I nodded before taking the bottle happily and unscrewing the cap. I tossed it back, hoping it would soothe my troubles, and the pain.
"Ready?" he asked a few minutes later after I was good and buzzed with my empty stomach.
I grabbed Aldo's hand and nodded. Guess I was going to have to be.
BIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIR
I sighed as I watched the sun rise. Shit. I couldn't believe where I was right now. Not just geographically, but at this part in my life.
And there was the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about what I did to her. I had raped my own girlfriend. My fiance. Who wasn't even a legal adult yet.
I sat down on the grass. What the fuck was I supposed to even do now? I couldn't fly back to the states and tell my pops Aldo kicked me out for raping my 17 year old girl? That wouldn't go over well with my old man at all. It would probably make my mother keel over and die.
I didn't know where I was going to go. As of now I was somewhere in the country, trying to decide what to do. Aldo had been livid. When he was pissed, there was no way of making it up. If I went back he'd probably beat the shit out of me and more.
I looked back at the car with all of my shit in it. That night before she had gotten taken, she told me she loved me, and she's told me every night sine then.
I thought I didn't love her but...did I really even know what the fuck love was?
The answer to that was a resounding no.
Puppy love. That was all I had ever experieced. So why the hell had I kidded myself into thinking that I wasn't in love with her? When I really thought about it...I was. I had been all along. Sure we never really did anything other than fuck, but what about the nights we talked? About her life? My life? Her beliefs, what she thought about the world, everything.
And then I realized that I did love her.
And I had lost her.
"Fuck that." I muttered before standing up and going back to the car. The least I could do was apologize. Fuck Aldo. Fuck Hugo. Fuck all of them. I just wanted to see her.
BIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIR
"Here you go beautiful." Aldo handed me a glass of orange juice before sitting down on the bed beside me, where I had been for most of the day. Hugo was right...the stitches had hurt like a mother. And I was really in no position to be walking around right now.
"Thanks. What's going on?" I asked.
The entire day the guys had been running past my room in a frenzied haze.
"We're organizing a little mission with Hammersmark at a tavern up there. I'm sending up Archie."
I sighed.
"I suppose this means I won't be participating in said mission." I bit my lip.
"You supposed right. You need to get better."
I leaned my head back before taking a sip from my drink.
"Thankyou." I said softly, looking up at Aldo.
"Fer what?"
"For being so great to me."
I put a hand on his cheek. God if I hadn't met Donny first, I'd be rolling around in this bed with Aldo right this second.
He kissed my hand, leaning in before stroking my jawline.
"I hate you but I love you." he whispered quietly.
"For what?" I turned my head, out lips centimeters apart.
"Fer being so beautiful."
With that he leaned in and kissed me softly, gently. It wasn't really one of those intense kisses. Not even a passionate one. More like the first one you shared with a guy in middle school. I wanted to kiss him back. I wanted to hold him, feel him against me.
But I wasn't his. No matter what Donny did to me, I would never belong to anyone except him.
