Scene: Dance With The Devil

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

xoxoxo

She'd restricted him to less than an hour. Two hours later, it didn't matter.

Jonathan yawned loudly, watching the heartwrenching scene of Titanic beside his ex-wife Eva.

"This was always your favorite, right?" Jonathan shrugged, trying to ignore the chick-fick tears.

"Still is." Eva admitted, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah," Jonathan sighed. His mind began to reflect on their shattered dream, what could have been of their failed marriage. So many what-if's.

As Celine Dion's voice illuminated the darkness of the tragic tale, nostalgia began to twist Jonathan's soul, "Dance with me," taking her hand, "one last time."

xoxoxo

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

xoxoxo

Memories.

Fragments, lessons. pleasures and sins of or life that haunt, torture and remind us.

"One last time," Eva agreed with tears blooming in her eyes.

So this was how this chapter of her life would end. No empty words or broken promises. No regrets. With this final dance she could move on past her memories of Jonathan.

Jonathan cradled her hips with his muscular arms. Eva wrapped her arms around his neck. Together, they swayed to the somber song, dancinng with the devil.

"I'm gonna miss you," Jonathan whispered in her ear.

Eva closed her eyes, trying to erase her memories of him. "I'll miss you too."

As the final notes of the song faded, Eva backed out of his embrace.

"I," Jonathan sighed, "I don't wanna let you go."

"...You have to."

Boom, with a sudden smack the flatscreen television tumbled over. Its various wires in the air. Jonathan had punched the television, shattering the screen a turning it over.

Eva backed away her arms timidly raised, her body frozen with fear.

"I won't let go of you." Jonathan vowed, advancing on her.

xoxoxo

Jonathan reached forward seizing her arms, softly gripping them, "I sacrificed so much for us. Don't forget everything I gave up to make us work. Don't forget."

Eva was helplessly pinned against the wall of the hotel room, trembling with fear.

"I love you, Eva." Jonathan said.

Eva shuddered, too scared to speak.

Leaning forward,"I love you, Eva." Jonathan repeated, planting a kiss on her frozen lips, "Goddamnit, I fucking love you, Eva," kissing her again. Jonathan inhaled, "I'll never stop loving you," leaning in to kiss her lips oncemore.

Eva sharply turned her head.

"What the fuck?" Jonathan hissed, backing away. "What the fuck's wrong you?" Jonathan shook his head.

Eva's heart sank. She knew she shouldn't have done that.

"Say something!" Jonathan snapped towering over her.

Eva cautiously raised her hand, "...Jonathan...please"

"Please, what?" Jonathan snorted. "Please fucking what?!" Swinging and punching the wall above her head.

Eva shrieked with fear, as clumps of shattered debris rained on her hair and shoulders.

She had to get away from him. She had to.

Jonathan looked down on her. Armms feebly raised. So weak. Why? "What's wrong with you? Don't you care about us? About everything we went through?"

Eva's eyes zoomed past her bed to the door on the othr end of the room. She had to get there.

"We belong together, Eva," Jonathan gasped. "Look at me," he ordered, clutching her chin and leading her gaze to him, "look at me!"

Eva inhaled, firmly staring into his eyes. He was no longer the man he'd been an hour ago.

Jonathan looked down on Eva with pity. Why was she so weak? Why wouldn't she speak? Why couldn't she be the woman he'd always known she had to the potential to be? Why?

"Eva," Jonathan slowly dropped to his knees, "We belong together and," inhaling deeply, "I just can't let go of what we had. we can make this work," diggining in his pocket and retrieving Eva's old diamond engagement ring.

She'd mailed it to him with her divorce papers. Staring at the rock brought back so many memories, the good times.

Jonathan had signed the divorce papers. Hoping that it'd just been a phase. The constant travel of the WWE schedule effecting her. Believing the old saying that if something's yours and you let it go if it vomes back to you, it was yours all along.

"Come back, Eva." Taking her hand and slding the ring onto her naked finger. Gently kissing her hand. "Bring us back, babe."

He was on his knees.

Now. Eva tore away from him, jumping onto the bed and hurrying across the mattress, she landed onto the carpet, reaching for the doorknob.

Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of her. She'd been tackled and pinned against the wall.

"You fucking bitch," Jonathan snapped, cupping his hand over her mouth as she began to gather air in her lungs to scream.

(Please...stop...) Eva thought as he slammed her against the wall again. This time harder.

"How dare you walk out on us." Jonathan whispered, his voice a low growl. He grunted, arm wrapped around in a bearhug, other hand covering her mouth, silencing her.

"I'm not going to let you kill us," Jonathan whispered.

Eva could barely breathe or move as he effortlessly squeezed the oxygen out of her.

"I won't let you destroy us," Marching to the bed and slamming her onto the mattress.

xoxoxo

Eva inhaled, trying to catch her breath. A sharp pain stunned her as he slammed his hand over her mouth, covering it again.

Pushing her lips against her teeth, suffocating her nostrils. His massive frame lay ontop of her petite body. She couldn't move. Barely could breathe.

"You belong to me," Jonathan vowed, kissing her forehead, "and I belong to you."

(He's too big. He's crazy) Tears blooming in her eyes.

As she lay beneath him, his eyes traced the delicate line of her chin, her wavy sunfire hair, the valley between her round breasts, her hourglass body and hips. She was his.

She'd stood before God promising to only be his.

"I'm gonna make you remember," Jonathan kissed her neck, "remember, Eva." He pleaded, gently biting her neck and straddling her body.

(...Can't breathe...) Eva thought as the pressure on her mouth and chest increed.

Suddenly, Eva's phone began to ring.

Jonathan froze. Was it 'him'?

He stared at the screen. The pale European lass Paige appeared.

Would they worry if she didn't answer?

"Answer," Jonathan carefully removed his hand from her mouth, climbing off her and backing away. "Speaker."

Eva sat up, her body throbbing with pain as she picked up her phone, "...Hello," she coughed.

"Sleepyhead," Paige greeted, "where have you been the last few days. We thought I.s.i.s. kidnapped you or something."

"No, I've been," cautiously glancing at Jonathan who said nothing, "around."

"Ok, well Liz is bringing your stuff to you."

Eva nodded, trying not to smile as shesaid, "Okay, thanks."

Liz would be knocking on her door at any moment.

"Hope we got your size right. You're gonna show Prince a good time with those." Paige laughed.

Jonathan froze, glaring at Eva.

Eva winced, too frightened to say or do anything.

Paige continued laughing, "When you first answered I honestly knew you were coughing from 'something' else."

The phone flew across the room, slamming against the wall and shattering.

Before Eva could react, she'd been knocked down onto the bed, her cheek searing with pain, he'd slapped her.

"So that's why you left me," Jonathan seethed, grabbing her hair and covering her mouth, "You leave because you wanna be some nigger's whore. Is that what you wanted to be?"

Eva could only cry and pray. She was powerless.

Jonathan turned Eva over, "Lets make a good whore out of you," his arm pinning her body to the mattress, he shoved his knee through her closed legs, forcing them open and laying between, "You're going to give me what's mine."

Eva stared at the cieling, trying not to look at his face. Praying.

(Help me...God...somebody...anybody...help.)

xoxoxo

(...What have I done?) Jonathan sighed, standing. How could he face her? What could he say to her?

His eyes surveyed and digested the wreckage of the hotel suit. The shattered cell phone, cracked glass window, the hole in the wall, destroyed television. And the broken goddess between the sheets.

There was no turning back.

Without a word, Jonathan opened the door, walking down the hallway. (...I'm sorry...Eva.)