A/N: Surprised to see a post so soon? Same here! This week just hit me with a lot of inspiration! I've finally discovered that there is a plot
to this story, and trust me it will be showing soon. This chapter is sort of short but had to be here in order to introduce
you to Nevaeh properly. Enjoy the
chapter! Review after!
Disclaimers: I don't own FF7 or anything to do with
FF7! But I do own Nevaeh Conquel and the
plot since I have one now!
A Rose by any
Other Name
Chapter 2
Welcome to
Reality
Nevaeh Conquel turned yet another dark and dreary corner to get to
her less than eloquent apartment. She
had just gotten out of work and was still dripping with the stench of
liquor.
" I got to get another job," Nevaeh mumbled tightening the
scarf around her neck. It wasn't the
drunks, the constant demand, or the stench of liquor that bothered her and
defiantly not the pay; but being a bartender in Sector 2 wasn't the dream job
Nevaeh had wished for. Yah, she had
been the valedictorian in high school. And yah, she had later obtained a full scholarship to one of the finest
colleges. And yah, she had once had one
of the highest paying jobs at some consulting office. But to tell the truth she really didn't give a crap about any of
that shit now. Nevaeh's parents, God
bless their souls, had always sent unusually high goals for their 'perfect'
daughter but unfortunately Nevaeh was what they ended up with; and at an early
age she put up with very little of their shit. She wasn't per say a 'bad child', but she had to have very good reasons
to do something or she wouldn't do it. Her parents had been murdered late one night while they were coming back
from a party; Nevaeh was only 12. She
did have living relatives to rely on but she decided against that; they were,
as Nevaeh had put it once, a few fries short of a happy meal. Until Nevaeh graduated high school she lived
with various friends, studied extraordinarily hard, participated in any extra
activities and worked at any hours of the day that were left. Basically she was living up to her deceased
parents goals and never her own. It
wasn't until she had her own apartment, car and had enough dough to last her
for a lifetime (she thought) that the fog lifted and she finally started her
life.
" Started," Nevaeh thought "more like ending it." She turned down another alley and walked to
a rusted door on the right. She knocked
twice waited for the landlords to open the door. When it didn't open she tried her key, and when that broke off in
the lock her patience was starting to deteriorate. She waited a couple of more seconds then kicked the door off its
hinges.
Inside were 2 elderly, very frightened landlords. "Sorry, you just didn't get to the door fast
enough. And oh, I need a new key this thing broke off in the door " And she
trotted off to the elevator leaving the alarmed couple behind.
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"Home sweet home." Nevaeh mumbled under her breath as she
pushed open the door to her 4th floor apartment.
When
Nevaeh turned 23 she decided to quit her cozy little consulting job to pursue
her destiny and not her parents; but she really had no idea of what she wanted
to do or be and was left with no job/cash for that time being. She had to sell her very, very expensive
car (for a cheap price might I add), move out of her enormous house (also sold
at a low price) and found her not so eloquent apartment (AKA: cheap) to stay in
until she found a better job. It had
been 6 years since she had left her old life behind and she still had no car,
no 'great' job and was still stuck in this dingy apartment.
Nevaeh
sighed heavily at the sight of her place. It had to have been a good year since she really even bothered to
clean. The floor had a thick layer of
dust, grime and random take out menus on it. All of her furniture had piles upon piles of pizza boxes, soda cans,
Chinese take out cartons and TV dinners. It was a small apartment so it wasn't like it was that much effort to
clean but then again she did have a job from 9pm-4am and was left sleeping the
rest of the day.
She
dumped all of her stuff on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen for some
'breakfast'. 'Breakfast' for Nevaeh was
usually a old carton of tofu or some left over pizza, but today she was in a TV
dinner mood. She opened the freezer,
grabbed the dinner shoved it in the microwave and pressed start. Sadly this was the extent of her cooking
abilities unless you count pouring cereal or dialing the Chinese take out
place.
As
Nevaeh went to change in to her work out clothes she noticed that her answering
machine was blinking; she had a message.
" It's gotta be Mike." She told herself. Mike was her boyfriend; he was tall (taller
than her 5'8") auburn haired, broad shouldered and boy was he hot! Nevaeh met him one night when she was
bartending. He was the man who was
babbling on and on about how this drink is better than this one; and she
thought that he was extremely boring from that. But he some how got her unlisted number and called her until she
said yes to a date. And the rest was
history. Nevaeh went to her room and
changed then pressed the play button to the machine.
"Hey Vaeh... Ummmmm… I was just calling to… Ummmmm…let me
see." This was definitely Mike; he was
the only one who ever called her 'Vaeh'. " Ok let me just get this out. Last night I went out with some of my buddies to a club in sector 3." By this time Nevaeh was warming up on her
punching bag. " I met this wonder girl named Muffin," She
stopped and stared at the machine " She's really smart and awesome and thinks
I'm the best thing since sliced bread! ("You mean you met a shapely dumb
blonde." She mumbled angrily) Basically I was calling to tell you that … Ummmm…
I'm breaking up with you so I can be with Muffin. Hope there's no –" There was more to the message but Nevaeh
couldn't take it anymore so she picked up the machine and launched it through
her open window.
" If I could I would have jammed that up your @$$!" She
yelled angrily. She picked up her
phone, dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.
" This is
Mike."
" Hey Mike, this is
Nevaeh."
" Ummmm…hi."
" Got your message."
" I really hope
there's no hard feelings."
" Oh no, I just wanted to tell you something."
" Well that's a relief! I was worried that you would be upset."
" No just wanted to tell you something."
" What?"
" There's one thing
that I really want to do right now, do you know what it is?"
" No, what?"
" Shove you fat mother @#$%^&' head up your humongous
son of a @#$%^ @$$, bye Mike!" And she hung up.
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It had been about an hour since Nevaeh had made the call to
Mike, and was she still pissed. She had
broken or burned all of the things that he had ever given her, except for the
stuff that would be worth some cash once it was sold. She had accidentally punched her punching bag so much that it had
a big tare in it. She even cleaned the
apartment and it ended up being a pretty nice place once it was cleaned
thoroughly. There was nothing else to
do except eat her dinner but now she wasn't that hungry.
" I need some air." She said. She grabbed her coat,
purse and headed out the door closing it with a loud slam!
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