~And she takes another step slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping and pick up all the broken glass and furniture of the floor
Been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away
Pack up all the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write~
Why did you come here Cloud? I sighed deeply as I walked over to the door and placed my hand on the cold lock. I could already feel the pain that was going to come from him, but that was my fate at the moment. Thank God Zell is asleep right now. I would hate to see what happens to his father at night.
The lock unfastened and I felt the door ram up into me. I fell back against the wall and felt my head whiplash onto the wall. I didn't have time to regain myself before I felt a hand around my neck.
"I heard somebody talking. Who was it?" The stern voice of Johnny would scare just about anybody. He had certainly gained a lot of strength over the past years and I had definitely lost mine. I was a fool to ever trust him. That's the price I must pay now.
"There was nobody here. I was...talking to Zell," it was hard to lie to such a demanding man. I felt the grip tighten around my throat before he released me.
"You are such a bitch Tifa! You can't even tell me the truth anymore," I heard Johnny complain as he walked into the kitchen.
"There seriously was nobody here, Johnny," I protested as I followed. That was a mistake that I would pay for.
"Nobody here? Nobody here?! Then how do you explain the foot prints at the front door?!" His angry voice made me want to just shrivel in fear. I heard him pick up a glass bottle and throw it against the wall next to me. A shard of glass cascaded off of the wall and flew against my face. I felt the cut go across my cheek but didn't think much of it.
"I swear Tifa, all I want is for you to love me," Johnny pleaded. I watched him proceed towards me and lean down into a kiss. I turned my head to the side as a sign that I did not want anything to do with him, or his alcoholic breath.
"Fine. If that's how you want to play, then that's how I'll play." I felt his hand slap me across the face. He turned away from me and walked up the stairs. I was assuming that the previous incident was too much for him to handle, so he went to sleep.
"Bastard," I whispered under my breath. I heard the door close and a few stomps of anger before the bed squeaked from his weight. I bent down to the broken glass on the floor and started to pick it up. I placed the larger pieces of the beer bottle into my hand and stood up. The trashcan was on the other side of the room and I wandered over to it. I dropped the pieced of trash inside it and grabbed the broom standing next to it. The small dust collector was on the counter, which I took with my empty hand.
The glass was easy to clean up and was done in a few minutes. I knew he was already knocked out from one too many drinks and I proceeded upstairs to grab Zell.
~Another ditch in the road you keep moving
Another stop sign you keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through~
I took the child the sleeping child gently in my arms. His right thumb was placed in his mouth like any other uncomfortable child.
"I'm so sorry that you must live through this," I whispered to Zell. His blonde hair looked so much like Cloud's that many times I wondered if it wasn't his child. I felt him snuggle up to my warmth as I held him close to me. I took the blanket that he was curled up in a few minutes ago and draped it across him.
When he was secure in my arms I exited his room and glanced at the door where Johnny was asleep. I heard loud snoring from inside and knew he had out drunk himself again. I continued my way down the stairs and to the front door. The keys were placed on a small desk in front of the door which I took in my hand and opened the door.
I placed Zell in the back seat in his car seat and buckled him up safely. Truthfully, I had nowhere to go, and if I did, I wouldn't know if to go there or not. My mind was such a scramble that I could barely tell which was my left and which was my right.
After securing Zell in his seat, I opened the front door and sat in the driver's seat. I placed the keys in the car and turned the engine on. I turned to look out the back window and guide myself out of the driveway and onto the highway.
~And there are children to think of baby's sleeping in the back seat
Wonder how they'll make it through this living nightmare but the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home~
I drove for about an hour until I reached a small inn that looked suitable enough to stay for the night. The dried up blood from the glass cut made my face seem to stick together, even though my tears were almost enough to moisten it out again. I sat in the car with my eyes for a few minutes before being interrupted by a tapping at the window. I turned my head to see who was disturbing my peace. I noticed two familiar red eyes and the jet-black hair. I rolled down my window to greet him kindly.
"Hey Vincent," I tried to smile to him.
"You don't need to force a smile Tifa," Vincent confessed. I could tell that my tears were very noticeable. 'How much was I crying?' I asked myself.
"Come on, I'm staying in a room if you would like to stay."
"That'd be great," I answered and my hand found its way to the handle. I pulled it open and proceeded to the back door to grab my son. Zell was sound asleep in the car seat dreaming of happier days, hopefully. I unbuckled the belt that tied him to the seat and pulled him out.
"This way. I will also clean up that cut for you," Vincent explained before walking down the sidewalk to the room door number 315. I watched him unlock the door and disappear into the darkness in the room. I followed close behind and squinted my eyes when he flipped on the light.
~Another ditch in the road you keep moving
Another stop sign you keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through~
I was sitting on a chair in the kitchen as Vincent put a wet rag across the cut on my face to clean off the blood. After he cleaned the dry blood, a small drop still oozed out and down my face.
"How did you get this cut?" Vincent asked curiously.
"Shattered glass," I said bluntly. I felt a shooting pain run through my head as I placed my hand on the back of my head. I felt a sticky feeling in my hair and quickly put my hand out in front of me. My hand was covered in blood from a cut I must've received from the wall. "Great," I mumbled to myself.
"Do not worry about it Tifa. I will get it in a second. Let me finish this one up first," Vincent tried to calm me down. I nodded in agreement as he placed a clean cloth up on my cheek.
"Hold that there," Vincent ordered as he turned back to the table and grabbed a large enough bandage to go around my head. I noticed him go to the back of the chair and try to find the cut on my head behind all of my hair. He found it rather quickly and poured a glass of warm water over it to wash away the blood. The back of my head was now drenched, but I didn't care. I felt him tie the bandage around my head and fastened it.
"Thank you Vincent. If there is anything I can do to repay you..."
"Don't worry about it. Right now you need to just look after yourself," Vincent said quietly. "How long are you going to stay?"
"Not that long. Just the night probably and then I'll leave. Hopefully Johnny doesn't notice me gone," I said sadly.
"I'm going back to Nibelheim tomorrow, so if you ever need me you will know where I will be."
"I think it would be rather difficult for me to get all the way over there, but thank you anyways. I'll find a way out of this mess," the sadness in my voice intensified as I continued the conversation.
"Go on to sleep. I'll make sure to wait until you leave before I pack up," Vincent offered and pointed over to one of the beds. I nodded in agreement and headed over to one of the beds where I found sleep quickly.
~Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
But there's hope in the darkness and you know you're going to make it~
The morning came quickly and I found myself back out on the road. I felt a tear splatter on my arm as I turned into Kalm. I held my chin up high knowing that even though I was suffering right now, someday my life would be better.
"Mommy?" a small tired voice called from the back. "Are we going home?"
"Yes we are," I said reluctantly.
"I don't want to go home," Zell answered with a still tired but more of a complaining tone.
"You don't. Why not?"
"I don't want to see daddy. I want to go to the park." His voice was so young and innocent and he really didn't need to hear the foul language and arguments of his father and me.
"All right. I think we can make a stop to the park on our way home." A smile spread across Zell's face as he looked out the window and watched the trees and light poles go by. His eyes darted from one to the other quickly trying to keep track of the passing world.
"Mommy?" Zell broke the silence.
"Yes dear?" I looked at the rear view mirror and looked at watched him look out the window. 'His eyes are so blue. An electric blue that pierces through your soul,' I thought to myself. 'Just like Cloud's.'
"Can I get some ice cream?"
"Ice cream for breakfast?" The request sounded odd, but after last night's events I didn't mind much.
"Yeah!" he replied in a jumpy voice. His whole body wriggled with energy that he built up from sleeping through the night.
"Okay! I could go for some ice cream right now anyways." I smiled to my son through the rear view mirror. Through the hardest times in life, there will always be something there to keep you going, even if it is the smallest thing. I will never give up.
~Another ditch in the road you keep moving
Another stop sign you keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Selling fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it~
Author's Note: Interesting, eh? Well, I was planning on finishing this sooner, but then the dreadful happened!! I spilled...my cherry soda...on my lap!! Okay okay, I know it's a lame excuse but it took me 20 minutes to clean it up! When you're wearing shorts and then you have that sticky, wet feeling all over your legs and when you try to wipe it off you can't find your other pair of shorts so you're searching around your room for 20 minutes. Then, after you do find your shorts and change into them, you forget about the mess you left on your desk. So you go looking for a rag but the only one you find is the dirty, grimy one that your dad used to clean his oily hands. By now, the desk where all your masterpieces of art and literature are done is soaked with a sticky, wet, oily, grimy, dirty substance that you have no way to get rid of unless you beg your parents for 2 hours to go down to the store because you finally convinced them to get paper towels so you wouldn't have to waste two hours and twenty minutes just to finish up the last paragraphs of you story!!!! ~out of breath~
There's my ramble and excuse. Well, I hope you enjoyed my two chapters of POV from Cloud and Tifa. Just to tell you, both of the songs were by Savage Garden. If you have ever heard of "Two Beds and a Coffee Machine" you would know where I got the idea of Johnny. I thought that was a beautiful song considering it almost made me cry. ~Sniffle~ All right, I'm working on my last part to the Two Roads One Truth series (maybe...actually not maybe...there is one last one that I have to do! ~gleam~) But bare with me for a little while longer if you're enjoying these. Oh! And the parts that have these little things ~ ~ are the song parts. I noticed that my other one was hard to read so I decided to try and make it a little easier. Thanksa!!
Check that he is sleeping and pick up all the broken glass and furniture of the floor
Been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away
Pack up all the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write~
Why did you come here Cloud? I sighed deeply as I walked over to the door and placed my hand on the cold lock. I could already feel the pain that was going to come from him, but that was my fate at the moment. Thank God Zell is asleep right now. I would hate to see what happens to his father at night.
The lock unfastened and I felt the door ram up into me. I fell back against the wall and felt my head whiplash onto the wall. I didn't have time to regain myself before I felt a hand around my neck.
"I heard somebody talking. Who was it?" The stern voice of Johnny would scare just about anybody. He had certainly gained a lot of strength over the past years and I had definitely lost mine. I was a fool to ever trust him. That's the price I must pay now.
"There was nobody here. I was...talking to Zell," it was hard to lie to such a demanding man. I felt the grip tighten around my throat before he released me.
"You are such a bitch Tifa! You can't even tell me the truth anymore," I heard Johnny complain as he walked into the kitchen.
"There seriously was nobody here, Johnny," I protested as I followed. That was a mistake that I would pay for.
"Nobody here? Nobody here?! Then how do you explain the foot prints at the front door?!" His angry voice made me want to just shrivel in fear. I heard him pick up a glass bottle and throw it against the wall next to me. A shard of glass cascaded off of the wall and flew against my face. I felt the cut go across my cheek but didn't think much of it.
"I swear Tifa, all I want is for you to love me," Johnny pleaded. I watched him proceed towards me and lean down into a kiss. I turned my head to the side as a sign that I did not want anything to do with him, or his alcoholic breath.
"Fine. If that's how you want to play, then that's how I'll play." I felt his hand slap me across the face. He turned away from me and walked up the stairs. I was assuming that the previous incident was too much for him to handle, so he went to sleep.
"Bastard," I whispered under my breath. I heard the door close and a few stomps of anger before the bed squeaked from his weight. I bent down to the broken glass on the floor and started to pick it up. I placed the larger pieces of the beer bottle into my hand and stood up. The trashcan was on the other side of the room and I wandered over to it. I dropped the pieced of trash inside it and grabbed the broom standing next to it. The small dust collector was on the counter, which I took with my empty hand.
The glass was easy to clean up and was done in a few minutes. I knew he was already knocked out from one too many drinks and I proceeded upstairs to grab Zell.
~Another ditch in the road you keep moving
Another stop sign you keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through~
I took the child the sleeping child gently in my arms. His right thumb was placed in his mouth like any other uncomfortable child.
"I'm so sorry that you must live through this," I whispered to Zell. His blonde hair looked so much like Cloud's that many times I wondered if it wasn't his child. I felt him snuggle up to my warmth as I held him close to me. I took the blanket that he was curled up in a few minutes ago and draped it across him.
When he was secure in my arms I exited his room and glanced at the door where Johnny was asleep. I heard loud snoring from inside and knew he had out drunk himself again. I continued my way down the stairs and to the front door. The keys were placed on a small desk in front of the door which I took in my hand and opened the door.
I placed Zell in the back seat in his car seat and buckled him up safely. Truthfully, I had nowhere to go, and if I did, I wouldn't know if to go there or not. My mind was such a scramble that I could barely tell which was my left and which was my right.
After securing Zell in his seat, I opened the front door and sat in the driver's seat. I placed the keys in the car and turned the engine on. I turned to look out the back window and guide myself out of the driveway and onto the highway.
~And there are children to think of baby's sleeping in the back seat
Wonder how they'll make it through this living nightmare but the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home~
I drove for about an hour until I reached a small inn that looked suitable enough to stay for the night. The dried up blood from the glass cut made my face seem to stick together, even though my tears were almost enough to moisten it out again. I sat in the car with my eyes for a few minutes before being interrupted by a tapping at the window. I turned my head to see who was disturbing my peace. I noticed two familiar red eyes and the jet-black hair. I rolled down my window to greet him kindly.
"Hey Vincent," I tried to smile to him.
"You don't need to force a smile Tifa," Vincent confessed. I could tell that my tears were very noticeable. 'How much was I crying?' I asked myself.
"Come on, I'm staying in a room if you would like to stay."
"That'd be great," I answered and my hand found its way to the handle. I pulled it open and proceeded to the back door to grab my son. Zell was sound asleep in the car seat dreaming of happier days, hopefully. I unbuckled the belt that tied him to the seat and pulled him out.
"This way. I will also clean up that cut for you," Vincent explained before walking down the sidewalk to the room door number 315. I watched him unlock the door and disappear into the darkness in the room. I followed close behind and squinted my eyes when he flipped on the light.
~Another ditch in the road you keep moving
Another stop sign you keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through~
I was sitting on a chair in the kitchen as Vincent put a wet rag across the cut on my face to clean off the blood. After he cleaned the dry blood, a small drop still oozed out and down my face.
"How did you get this cut?" Vincent asked curiously.
"Shattered glass," I said bluntly. I felt a shooting pain run through my head as I placed my hand on the back of my head. I felt a sticky feeling in my hair and quickly put my hand out in front of me. My hand was covered in blood from a cut I must've received from the wall. "Great," I mumbled to myself.
"Do not worry about it Tifa. I will get it in a second. Let me finish this one up first," Vincent tried to calm me down. I nodded in agreement as he placed a clean cloth up on my cheek.
"Hold that there," Vincent ordered as he turned back to the table and grabbed a large enough bandage to go around my head. I noticed him go to the back of the chair and try to find the cut on my head behind all of my hair. He found it rather quickly and poured a glass of warm water over it to wash away the blood. The back of my head was now drenched, but I didn't care. I felt him tie the bandage around my head and fastened it.
"Thank you Vincent. If there is anything I can do to repay you..."
"Don't worry about it. Right now you need to just look after yourself," Vincent said quietly. "How long are you going to stay?"
"Not that long. Just the night probably and then I'll leave. Hopefully Johnny doesn't notice me gone," I said sadly.
"I'm going back to Nibelheim tomorrow, so if you ever need me you will know where I will be."
"I think it would be rather difficult for me to get all the way over there, but thank you anyways. I'll find a way out of this mess," the sadness in my voice intensified as I continued the conversation.
"Go on to sleep. I'll make sure to wait until you leave before I pack up," Vincent offered and pointed over to one of the beds. I nodded in agreement and headed over to one of the beds where I found sleep quickly.
~Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
But there's hope in the darkness and you know you're going to make it~
The morning came quickly and I found myself back out on the road. I felt a tear splatter on my arm as I turned into Kalm. I held my chin up high knowing that even though I was suffering right now, someday my life would be better.
"Mommy?" a small tired voice called from the back. "Are we going home?"
"Yes we are," I said reluctantly.
"I don't want to go home," Zell answered with a still tired but more of a complaining tone.
"You don't. Why not?"
"I don't want to see daddy. I want to go to the park." His voice was so young and innocent and he really didn't need to hear the foul language and arguments of his father and me.
"All right. I think we can make a stop to the park on our way home." A smile spread across Zell's face as he looked out the window and watched the trees and light poles go by. His eyes darted from one to the other quickly trying to keep track of the passing world.
"Mommy?" Zell broke the silence.
"Yes dear?" I looked at the rear view mirror and looked at watched him look out the window. 'His eyes are so blue. An electric blue that pierces through your soul,' I thought to myself. 'Just like Cloud's.'
"Can I get some ice cream?"
"Ice cream for breakfast?" The request sounded odd, but after last night's events I didn't mind much.
"Yeah!" he replied in a jumpy voice. His whole body wriggled with energy that he built up from sleeping through the night.
"Okay! I could go for some ice cream right now anyways." I smiled to my son through the rear view mirror. Through the hardest times in life, there will always be something there to keep you going, even if it is the smallest thing. I will never give up.
~Another ditch in the road you keep moving
Another stop sign you keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Selling fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it~
Author's Note: Interesting, eh? Well, I was planning on finishing this sooner, but then the dreadful happened!! I spilled...my cherry soda...on my lap!! Okay okay, I know it's a lame excuse but it took me 20 minutes to clean it up! When you're wearing shorts and then you have that sticky, wet feeling all over your legs and when you try to wipe it off you can't find your other pair of shorts so you're searching around your room for 20 minutes. Then, after you do find your shorts and change into them, you forget about the mess you left on your desk. So you go looking for a rag but the only one you find is the dirty, grimy one that your dad used to clean his oily hands. By now, the desk where all your masterpieces of art and literature are done is soaked with a sticky, wet, oily, grimy, dirty substance that you have no way to get rid of unless you beg your parents for 2 hours to go down to the store because you finally convinced them to get paper towels so you wouldn't have to waste two hours and twenty minutes just to finish up the last paragraphs of you story!!!! ~out of breath~
There's my ramble and excuse. Well, I hope you enjoyed my two chapters of POV from Cloud and Tifa. Just to tell you, both of the songs were by Savage Garden. If you have ever heard of "Two Beds and a Coffee Machine" you would know where I got the idea of Johnny. I thought that was a beautiful song considering it almost made me cry. ~Sniffle~ All right, I'm working on my last part to the Two Roads One Truth series (maybe...actually not maybe...there is one last one that I have to do! ~gleam~) But bare with me for a little while longer if you're enjoying these. Oh! And the parts that have these little things ~ ~ are the song parts. I noticed that my other one was hard to read so I decided to try and make it a little easier. Thanksa!!