Disclaimer: I do not own any JV things. But I DO own this entire chapter.
SOB! This will suck without Lisa. But oh well.
A shorter chapter will this one be, since the writer is lazy-ass me.
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Devi walked back into the living room, where Ten stood, looking at Devi with an odd look on her face.
"What?" Devi asked, confused.
"You were talking to someone in there," Tenna said.
"No-"
"It was a guy," Tenna said.
"Tenna-"
"Ohmygod!" Tenna gasped.
"TENNA! I AM NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR!" Devi yelled, knowing exactly what her friend was thinking. Tenna's eyes widened at the volume of Devi's voice.
"Well jeezus Dev you don't gotta yell!" Tenna said.
"Sorry Ten. Look maybe..maybe you should come back later. I'm a little stressed right now,"" Devi said, covering her eyes with her hand.
"Uh..you ok?" Tenna asked. Devi leaned against the wall.
"No. God no I really don't think so Tenna," Devi said tiredly, rubbing her eyes.
"Uh..anything I can do?" Tenna asked.
"Not unless you know how to deal with a guy with a stab wound and a psychotic voice," Devi moaned, standing upright.
"Huh?" Tenna asked.
"Never mind. Just..for your own safety, maybe you should go," Devi mumbled.
"O..k.." Tenna said very slowly. "If you need anything, call!" she screamed, exiting.
"Yeah..yeah," Devi called apathetically after her, slumping against the wall. She heard the door slam.
Standing there in silence for a few moments, she wondered just what the hell she was going to do, when a loud groan shattered the silence, and Devi jumped.
"Oh. Oh yeah, Nny!" she gasped, remembering. She stood straight and turned around, heading in the direction of the bathroom. The door was locked. "Where'd I leave the damn key?" she asked herself, searching her pockets. "Oh well." she kicked the door. There was a slight cracking noise. She kicked it again, and began kicking it repeatedly. Finally, there was a loud crunch, and the door banged open.
Nny was lying in the tub, no longer using the rag to push on his wound.
"Nny?" Devi asked. He didn't respond. She walked over and poked his face. "Hey Johnny, answer me." He didn't. "It's not funny Nny," Devi snarled. "Nny? Hey," Devi mumbled. "I'll slap you. Then we'll see who's unconscious," she said. She waited for a response, and slapped him very hard. A large red print in the shape of her hand appeared on his face. "Godammit! He's not faking it," Devi gasped. She stared for a moment, unsure of what to do. "Well, he's breathing," Devi said.
She sat there for a few minutes in silence. "I guess he passed out from blood loss," she said, shrugging. Several moments passed, and then Devi moved over to the sink and grabbed a cup. She filled it with water from the tap and then sat down on the edge of the tub, and dumped the cup of water on Nny's head.
He jumped slightly, and his eyes blinked open, flickering wildly around the room.
"Hey there sleeping beauty," Devi said sarcastically.
"Yeah? Well fuck you," Nny muttered .
Devi chuckled. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said.
"You wish," Nny said with a sneer.
"Sure. Yeah I want you so bad, you sexy beast" Devi said sarcastically, an unpleasant look on her face.
Nny gave an obnoxious laugh. "Yeah. Sure you do Devi," he said sardonically. "Kiss my ass."
"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Devi said coldly. Nny still had a hand print on his cheek.
"Heh. Yeah I would. I'd just love that. Yeah, I'm getting a fuckin' boner just thinking about it," Nny said mockingly.
Devi could think of any snide comments to this, so instead she sneered at him.
There was a long pause, in which the two glared at each other with malice.
"Hey, you're still bleeding," Devi noted suddenly, pointing to Nny's chest.
"No shit," he replied, looking at the blood spot.
"We should probably fix that," Devi mumbled, looking around.
"Duh."
Devi grabbed Nny by the arms and hoisted him out of the tub. He squealed, and there was a crack from his arms.
"Oh shut up," Devi muttered, setting him down on the floor as gently as she would allow herself to, but still making sure that he cursed because it hurt slightly. She grabbed some gauze bandage and a washcloth and some peroxide out of the cupboard. "Now hold still," she said, seizing his shirt and peeling it off.
"Oh. So now you're gonna rape me," Nny said snidely.
"Shut your face," Devi snarled. She grabbed the washcloth and swiped at the stab wound. Nny gritted his teeth.
"Shit. That burns," Nny grumbled.
"Don't be such a baby," Devi said, pouring some peroxide on the corner of the washcloth. She dabbed it on the wound.
"That's burning," Nny hissed.
"I thought I said shut up," Devi said, dabbing again. She grabbed some gauze and yanked him into a sitting position, wrapping some gauze around him.
"I can do this myself," he said in protest. Devi covered his mouth.
"Be quiet. I don't want to hear it," she said, finishing wrapping it around him.
"Uh..thanks," Nny said cautiously.
"Sure," Devi said with little feeling, standing up. She looked down at him on the floor. "Hey Nny?"
"What?"
"We need to talk about some things."
"Like?"
"Like about what the fuck happened that night, on our date-" Devi began.
Nny covered his ears. "No! I don't want to hear it. Please don't!" Nny gasped, rocking back and forth. "I don't want to talk about it!"
Devi got back down on the floor beside him. "Well I do. You owe me a fucking good explanation for what you tried to do," she said, looking at him expectantly.
"If I had just killed out then, then I would be dead too! So I should have!" Nny said.
Devi's face turned into the glare that she had held for so long before. She lifted her hand and punched him in the face. His jaw made a loud cracking sound.
Nny snarled angrily and he sat up and pounced on Devi, grabbing a knife out of his pocket.
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Mwa ha ha!!! Cliff hanger!
A shorter chapter will this one be, since the writer is lazy-ass me.
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Devi walked back into the living room, where Ten stood, looking at Devi with an odd look on her face.
"What?" Devi asked, confused.
"You were talking to someone in there," Tenna said.
"No-"
"It was a guy," Tenna said.
"Tenna-"
"Ohmygod!" Tenna gasped.
"TENNA! I AM NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR!" Devi yelled, knowing exactly what her friend was thinking. Tenna's eyes widened at the volume of Devi's voice.
"Well jeezus Dev you don't gotta yell!" Tenna said.
"Sorry Ten. Look maybe..maybe you should come back later. I'm a little stressed right now,"" Devi said, covering her eyes with her hand.
"Uh..you ok?" Tenna asked. Devi leaned against the wall.
"No. God no I really don't think so Tenna," Devi said tiredly, rubbing her eyes.
"Uh..anything I can do?" Tenna asked.
"Not unless you know how to deal with a guy with a stab wound and a psychotic voice," Devi moaned, standing upright.
"Huh?" Tenna asked.
"Never mind. Just..for your own safety, maybe you should go," Devi mumbled.
"O..k.." Tenna said very slowly. "If you need anything, call!" she screamed, exiting.
"Yeah..yeah," Devi called apathetically after her, slumping against the wall. She heard the door slam.
Standing there in silence for a few moments, she wondered just what the hell she was going to do, when a loud groan shattered the silence, and Devi jumped.
"Oh. Oh yeah, Nny!" she gasped, remembering. She stood straight and turned around, heading in the direction of the bathroom. The door was locked. "Where'd I leave the damn key?" she asked herself, searching her pockets. "Oh well." she kicked the door. There was a slight cracking noise. She kicked it again, and began kicking it repeatedly. Finally, there was a loud crunch, and the door banged open.
Nny was lying in the tub, no longer using the rag to push on his wound.
"Nny?" Devi asked. He didn't respond. She walked over and poked his face. "Hey Johnny, answer me." He didn't. "It's not funny Nny," Devi snarled. "Nny? Hey," Devi mumbled. "I'll slap you. Then we'll see who's unconscious," she said. She waited for a response, and slapped him very hard. A large red print in the shape of her hand appeared on his face. "Godammit! He's not faking it," Devi gasped. She stared for a moment, unsure of what to do. "Well, he's breathing," Devi said.
She sat there for a few minutes in silence. "I guess he passed out from blood loss," she said, shrugging. Several moments passed, and then Devi moved over to the sink and grabbed a cup. She filled it with water from the tap and then sat down on the edge of the tub, and dumped the cup of water on Nny's head.
He jumped slightly, and his eyes blinked open, flickering wildly around the room.
"Hey there sleeping beauty," Devi said sarcastically.
"Yeah? Well fuck you," Nny muttered .
Devi chuckled. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said.
"You wish," Nny said with a sneer.
"Sure. Yeah I want you so bad, you sexy beast" Devi said sarcastically, an unpleasant look on her face.
Nny gave an obnoxious laugh. "Yeah. Sure you do Devi," he said sardonically. "Kiss my ass."
"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Devi said coldly. Nny still had a hand print on his cheek.
"Heh. Yeah I would. I'd just love that. Yeah, I'm getting a fuckin' boner just thinking about it," Nny said mockingly.
Devi could think of any snide comments to this, so instead she sneered at him.
There was a long pause, in which the two glared at each other with malice.
"Hey, you're still bleeding," Devi noted suddenly, pointing to Nny's chest.
"No shit," he replied, looking at the blood spot.
"We should probably fix that," Devi mumbled, looking around.
"Duh."
Devi grabbed Nny by the arms and hoisted him out of the tub. He squealed, and there was a crack from his arms.
"Oh shut up," Devi muttered, setting him down on the floor as gently as she would allow herself to, but still making sure that he cursed because it hurt slightly. She grabbed some gauze bandage and a washcloth and some peroxide out of the cupboard. "Now hold still," she said, seizing his shirt and peeling it off.
"Oh. So now you're gonna rape me," Nny said snidely.
"Shut your face," Devi snarled. She grabbed the washcloth and swiped at the stab wound. Nny gritted his teeth.
"Shit. That burns," Nny grumbled.
"Don't be such a baby," Devi said, pouring some peroxide on the corner of the washcloth. She dabbed it on the wound.
"That's burning," Nny hissed.
"I thought I said shut up," Devi said, dabbing again. She grabbed some gauze and yanked him into a sitting position, wrapping some gauze around him.
"I can do this myself," he said in protest. Devi covered his mouth.
"Be quiet. I don't want to hear it," she said, finishing wrapping it around him.
"Uh..thanks," Nny said cautiously.
"Sure," Devi said with little feeling, standing up. She looked down at him on the floor. "Hey Nny?"
"What?"
"We need to talk about some things."
"Like?"
"Like about what the fuck happened that night, on our date-" Devi began.
Nny covered his ears. "No! I don't want to hear it. Please don't!" Nny gasped, rocking back and forth. "I don't want to talk about it!"
Devi got back down on the floor beside him. "Well I do. You owe me a fucking good explanation for what you tried to do," she said, looking at him expectantly.
"If I had just killed out then, then I would be dead too! So I should have!" Nny said.
Devi's face turned into the glare that she had held for so long before. She lifted her hand and punched him in the face. His jaw made a loud cracking sound.
Nny snarled angrily and he sat up and pounced on Devi, grabbing a knife out of his pocket.
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Mwa ha ha!!! Cliff hanger!