Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 8.....Only my ideas....
Note: I have the worst hang over imaginable.....but it should go away soon, I have drunk about 5 bottles of water. It wasn't as bad as earlier this morning, thankfully.....Have you seen those movies where the parents go away for a couple of days, and the kids have a party and they completely screw this house up?? Well, it actually happens, lemme tell ya....Nothing is broken, but lots of crumbs, empty food bags, beer bottles, and cigarette butts to name a few...some of the stuff you don't even wanna know. Fortunately me and my brothers rooms weren't destroyed and torn to bitsy pieces.....Actually I think my room is cleaner than his. And once everyone left I stayed up and wrote another chapter to this...I just can't get enough of this story...I love it so much...
~*One Fine Day*~
~*chapter 2: "It's A New Day"*~
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Rinoa gathered her dress in her hands once more and ran into her house. She had to pack the essentials and she had to pack quickly. Since the wedding was absolutely destroyed, her father would be home soon, expecting her there, apologizing for her actions. Well, it wasn't gonna happen anytime soon. How could she be sorry for that? She was the one who stormed out of her own wedding. That had to be her choice, no others, and she was damn proud of that decision. The feeling of maturity flowed freely through Rinoa's body. She was going to get married to the man she loved, not to some rich pervert.
Her high heels clicked loudly against the wooden stair case as she ran up. Normally she would either take those type of shoes off and then walk up or walk very slowly for fear of breaking the heels. But that really didn't matter. She had to focus her attention on packing the essentials and getting the hell out of the house. True, she was going to keep the shoes, along with dress. But only to sell them. They were of no use anymore, just a hard hitting symbol of what the wedding actually stood for. Humiliation, being used and manipulated. She entered her room in a hurry and kicked her shoes off.
"Sorry Angelo." Rinoa apologized as Angelo watched her from outside her door frame. "I'm going to get changed." she told him as she closed the door slowly. The dog obviously understand her by backing off from the door and sitting against the wall to the left of her door. He was almost guarding her, almost like an overprotective boyfriend. Angelo had always been there for her. Through good and bad times. He had even saved her life. Angelo was a truly faithful dog. When her mother brought him home to Rinoa he had immediately jumped from Julia's arms just to nuzzle with Rinoa's leg.
"That dog is a nuisance." her father had gruffly told Rinoa the day Julia brought Angelo home. Almost upon look Angelo gave a harsh attitude towards him. Never would Angelo let Caraway get near Rinoa unless she had given a personal order.
Rinoa hurriedly threw off her wedding dress and packed it into her suitcase along with the other clothes. She looked to her closet for any outfits that haven't been packed or any outfits she could wear. She completely opened her closet doors and took a one last look at her belongings. There were several outfits that hung in front of her. She looked back to her bag, it wasn't even close to being full. She shrugged lightly and grabbed the lot of her outfits and hurled them into her bag. The bag was still not full.
That particular bag always seemed to have a tendency to seemingly enlarge itself or shrink the outfits. It never got full, no matter how much you tried. On occasion this could be aggravating because it gave you the feeling of forgetting something. She looked back to her closet and found a couple articles of clothing. She sighed heavily.
"Should have decided what to wear before I began to pack." she told herself. Well, she wasn't planning on taking everything out and starting over the correct like she was taught by her father. There was no time and who gave a flying fuck at what she was wearing? She grabbed the clothes.
Outside, Angelo waited patiently for his master. There was no sound in the house except the birds that rested on the window sill. They discussed their own topics quietly while looking on at the faithful Angelo. Almost as if gossiping about him. Angelo took quick notice and the birds consistent and tedious chirping and barked loudly. The birds quickly shut up and flew away, out the window. The loud bark caught Rinoa's attention and she poked her head out of her door way.
"Is anyone coming?" she asked looking down to Angelo. He panted with a smile on his face. "I'm not ready yet." she told him with a warm smile on her face. She patted the dog on the head gently. "Only bark if someone is coming. Ok?" she told him. The dog shut his mouth, sat down and straightened himself out like a true guard dog. "I'll be ready in a few minutes." she told him as she pulled back into the door. Angelo looked back up to his masters door. Pictures of her and her mother were placed diagonally across her door. He could remember her putting them up when Julia had died.
"What are you doing?" her father had asked.
"Remembering Mommy." Rinoa had told him. Rinoa backed away from the pictures she taped on her door and admired them. Caraway came up behind her. Angelo began to snarl, but Caraway ignored the warnings signs the dog gave off. He placed his hands to his daughters shoulders.
"Every time I walk by from now on, I'll remember her fondly." Caraway had told her. It was really only the nice thing Caraway had actually said to her. Caraway was always the type of father who would sit on the couch with the TV on and read the newspaper for hours and hours, memorizing every line. Always giving a shit less about his daughter or wife. His was usually thinking about the finer things in life such as champagne glasses and what type of gourmet meal they would have that night. Very materialistic he was. His and Julia's bedroom always had the latest, most fashionable and always the most expensive furniture this side of the world. And we mustn't forget paintings. Oh the paintings he had. Some were beautiful and some were not. Whatever was the most expensive, he took it. It was highly apparent that the art dealers tricked him time and time again. For example in one of the halls that leads to Rinoa's room there is a painting that is just one giant picture of this big blue building with the occasional yellow strips surrounding it. He said it was something called Garden and that if Rinoa got out of line she was going there. None of the family had a clue what was actually there. A jail? A mental institution maybe? They never found out. Or did they care. Well Rinoa was very curious but if Caraway wasn't interested then the whole family wasn't supposed to be interested.
The door of Rinoa's bedroom opened and it revealed Rinoa. She was wearing a large dark coat that went to her shins. The buttons stopped at her waist, making the bottom part open. She had black pants on and, thought you couldn't see it a white spaghetti strap shirt. Her bag almost full of clothes was slung over her shoulder. Angelo sat up and walked past his master into her bedroom, just to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. His head looked around her room. Everything was thrown about, almost as if an ape had wildly rampaged through her belongings. SHE particularly had forgotten nothing, but he had. He trotted up to his favorite chew toy and snatched it up into his mouth. As he picked it up it squeaked loudly. This caught Rinoa's attention she looked to Angelo and found him trotting up to her, chew toy in mouth.
"We always have room for your chew toy." she told him as she pulled it from his mouth and placed it in one of the side pockets of the bag, "Is that everything you want to take?" she asked him as she patted his head lightly. The dog didn't move. "Okay then, we'll go. But not before making a stop at Daddy's wallet." she said with a smirk on her face. She crept out of her bedroom and down the stairs. The stairs were very old and creaked with each step. Supposedly once more then 190 pounds was put on to the stair case it would collapse to the first floor. Caraway had said that that was no problem, they weren't planning on bringing anything that heavy up anyway. He was soon mistaken as his first step onto the stairs caused the first step to snap in half.
Rinoa quickly ran to the closet where Caraway had always kept his 'extra' wallet just incase some hoodlum stole the wallet that he had in his pocket. It was always carried the same amount of Gil that the other wallet carried. Rinoa flung open the closet door. There, sitting directly in front of her on the floor, was the wallet. Almost as if it was saying 'Take me please!'.
"No problem." she said as she hastily snatched the wallet into her own hands. She opened the wallet and pulled out all the Gil that was in there and she tossed it back to the floor. "C'mon Angelo." she commanded as she walked hastily to the entrance door. "Were leaving." she told him as she opened the door. Angelo quickly ran past her and out the door. Rinoa looked back into the house one last time. Never would she see this place again. And she was damn glad. This was the place she was supposed spend her happiest moments in, but no. Her worst moments had happened here. Like when her father told at just the age of 13 that she would be wed at 15 or when her mother had died, yep, those sure were happy memories. Rinoa glared as more memories passed through her mind. Without a second thought she slammed the door.
Outside Rinoa took a deep breath in.
"Smell that Angelo?" she asked him as she bent down near his face. Angelo took a few quick sniffs and looked back to Rinoa. "That's the smell of freedom." she told him as she scratched him on the head. Angelo barked happily. Rinoa began to walk down the long walkway that lead to the street. She looked to the sides of the walkway. There were stones laying under a patch of thorns. She smirked eavily. She bent down and grabbed a rock. She examined it closely and looked back to her used to be home. Pulled her arm back and let it fling the rock. The rock smashed into the window that over hanged the front door. The window smashed into tiny pieces. It wouldn't have smashed if father hadn't insisted that the glass be made of the finest glass out there. As if there was finer glass. So he thus bought the thinnest piece of crap he could get his money baring hands on. And this was it.
As the last shard fell to the ground Rinoa smiled happily. Her last tie was broken between her family. She smiled at her handy work.
"Fix that!!" she screamed as loud as she could. Angelo barked loudly. "Let's go Angelo." she commanded as she began to walk ahead, still looking at the house she had grown up in. "It's a new day." she said quietly to herself as she looked to the street ahead......
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A/N: Well??? WELL??? How did ya like it!?!?!? I hope it was good....
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