A/N: You guys are the best! Thanks so much for the reviews, I love them to
death! I know it's been a while since I last posted, but give a girl some
time?? I just finished the second chapter of another Chloe/Lex story, 'she
made me smile' If you like this fic, you'll probably like that one, so
check it out!
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This chapter deals with Drunks, beatings, and weaning calves…
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"Come on Whitney. I'll drive you home." Nicole said softly as she lead him away. He followed, like he was sedated. He wouldn't look at her if she looked or spoke to him, he would only glare.
Nicole helped him up onto the passenger side. *Thank god I'm strong! He weighs a whole damn ton!* Then she ambled over to the other side, and took the wheel.
They drove silently for about a minute. Then Whitney decided to take his fate into his own hands.
"Fucking whore." He stated coldly. Nicole shrugged. He was drunk, and he was pissed. She would normally have given a biting comeback, but it just didn't seem fair. So she sighed and kept driving down the dark, deserted road.
"What is it bitch? Not disagreeing? Well fine then, since you are a whore," He smelled of beer, and puke. He'd already had a few too many. His hand was reaching for her now clothed breast.
"Whitney, get your hand away from my boob." Nicole said calmly, staring down the road.
"What? You don't give it for free skank? Shit, so what did that sunofabitch pay you with? The Kent farm is nearly bankrupt, he's poor! You givin' it to him for free aren't you slut? Fucking Clark. He's nothing but a piece of farm fresh shit."
"Better than being a football star who gets drunk by himself. Clark is so much more than you could ever be! You think you're some tough-ass jock. Why did you break up with that bitch Lana anyways? You two right for each other, the bitch and the loser. I think I know why you broke up with her, you found another jock just as gay as you!" She shouted. He could talk shit about her, but he couldn't talk that way about Clark. Clark was a fantastic guy, with the biggest heart she had ever known. Maybe he wasn't the dangerous guy she had originally thought she wanted, but she loved Clark. She knew it. Nicole didn't deny her feelings. She'd known.
Her thoughts kept on drifting to him at random. Clark. Clark. Clark… on and on until she could think of nothing else. Like now, when she didn't see the balled fist flying towards her.
It hit her on the jaw, and she was knocked against the windshield. There was a sickening crack, and a trickle of blood ran down the glass.
The truck veered sharply to the left…
…Meanwhile at the Talon…
*Where is she? She should be here by now* Clark though. He knew it wasn't right to let her go alone with Whitney. It wasn't jealousy. Nicole wouldn't do that, she loved him. How he knew? The way she looked at him, with that special twinkle in her eye, the way her head bobbed back and forth when she hummed the tune to that annoying song from Miss Congeniality whenever he was near. God, she was so damn cute. He loved her. And he'd left her with Him.
*Clark Kent, You are the world's biggest idiot!*
He berated himself, grabbing his jacket and making a run for the Truck.
…Back with Nicole and Whitney…
"Fuck Bitch!" Whitney screamed at the still unconscious brunette. Nicole lay splayed out at an odd angle, only her seat belt had saved her. She started to twitch, like she was waking from a deep sleep. "Can't you fucking drive? Wake up you good for nothing piece of shit!"
"You fucked Clark, now I'm gonna fuck you," He stated, undoing her seat belt and hauling her out of the truck, throwing her down on the pine needles that covered the forest floor.
The sudden jolt awoke Nicole. She moved her had up to her head groggily.
"Son of a-"Her eyes opened to find Whitney pulling down his pants, boxers and all.
"Shit!" She said, and tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move.*Shit. I'm paralysed. I can't move my legs. I can't run, oh fuck!*
"CLARK!" She screamed inadvertently as Whitney's weight fell upon her body. He was straddling her legs, his own leg hair itching her smooth legs.
*Itching? I can feel? I'm not paralysed!* She tried to lift her legs, and they moved a little, like when your foot falls asleep, and you can only move it with effort.
His erection pressed up against her groin, causing her to cringe, and sob a barely able to hear "Clark!"
It was then that she heard the speeding of tires, and the screeching of breaks and that gave her hope.
Whitney continued to pull down her jeans, She could do nothing but beat him uselessly with her hands. Tears streamed down her face, and it struck her how utterly scared and weak she felt. She had always been strong. Take care of herself, and here she was in the process of being raped. *Goody for me* She thought caustically.
"Clark!" She sobbed, once again. Whitney punched her again. Hard. So she punched him back. Hard.
She heard footsteps, and Clark was suddenly there, pulling Whitney off of her as she faded out of consciousness.
She woke up to find all her clothes on, lying in Clark's arms, and it hit her. She didn't ever want to leave.
"Hey there Beautiful, where you been?" Clark said softly, smiling, as he smoothed her hair and kissed it.
*I am in Heaven* Nicole suddenly thought. *Absolute heaven*
"I was worried about you," There was a catch in his voice, the confident timbre shook just a bit, to show how much he had worried.
He thought that he would never see her open her eyes again, thought he would never get to hear her loud laugh or that stupid annoying song, thought he'd never get to tell her, tell her he loved her.
Tears came to his eyes but he held them back. He had to be strong for her. He thought that she'd break down. Cry.
Not Nicole.
"Clark?" She asked, looking into his baby blues, and falling helplessly under their spell,
"Yeah?"
"I have an idea. I want revenge." She said, snuggling into him. He nodded.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, in Canada, if some mother fucker did that to one of my friends, we'd take him out to the calving pen, were they wean the calves."
"I don't follow,"
"We tie them to the fence, and pull down their pants." She said, with an evil little chuckle.
"I still don't follow." He said, pulling her close, and rubbing her thigh.
"The calves want to get at a tit, and well…" Clark's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped. Nicole laughed, closing it with a finger, and then kissing it shut.
"I think I follow."
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This chapter deals with Drunks, beatings, and weaning calves…
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"Come on Whitney. I'll drive you home." Nicole said softly as she lead him away. He followed, like he was sedated. He wouldn't look at her if she looked or spoke to him, he would only glare.
Nicole helped him up onto the passenger side. *Thank god I'm strong! He weighs a whole damn ton!* Then she ambled over to the other side, and took the wheel.
They drove silently for about a minute. Then Whitney decided to take his fate into his own hands.
"Fucking whore." He stated coldly. Nicole shrugged. He was drunk, and he was pissed. She would normally have given a biting comeback, but it just didn't seem fair. So she sighed and kept driving down the dark, deserted road.
"What is it bitch? Not disagreeing? Well fine then, since you are a whore," He smelled of beer, and puke. He'd already had a few too many. His hand was reaching for her now clothed breast.
"Whitney, get your hand away from my boob." Nicole said calmly, staring down the road.
"What? You don't give it for free skank? Shit, so what did that sunofabitch pay you with? The Kent farm is nearly bankrupt, he's poor! You givin' it to him for free aren't you slut? Fucking Clark. He's nothing but a piece of farm fresh shit."
"Better than being a football star who gets drunk by himself. Clark is so much more than you could ever be! You think you're some tough-ass jock. Why did you break up with that bitch Lana anyways? You two right for each other, the bitch and the loser. I think I know why you broke up with her, you found another jock just as gay as you!" She shouted. He could talk shit about her, but he couldn't talk that way about Clark. Clark was a fantastic guy, with the biggest heart she had ever known. Maybe he wasn't the dangerous guy she had originally thought she wanted, but she loved Clark. She knew it. Nicole didn't deny her feelings. She'd known.
Her thoughts kept on drifting to him at random. Clark. Clark. Clark… on and on until she could think of nothing else. Like now, when she didn't see the balled fist flying towards her.
It hit her on the jaw, and she was knocked against the windshield. There was a sickening crack, and a trickle of blood ran down the glass.
The truck veered sharply to the left…
…Meanwhile at the Talon…
*Where is she? She should be here by now* Clark though. He knew it wasn't right to let her go alone with Whitney. It wasn't jealousy. Nicole wouldn't do that, she loved him. How he knew? The way she looked at him, with that special twinkle in her eye, the way her head bobbed back and forth when she hummed the tune to that annoying song from Miss Congeniality whenever he was near. God, she was so damn cute. He loved her. And he'd left her with Him.
*Clark Kent, You are the world's biggest idiot!*
He berated himself, grabbing his jacket and making a run for the Truck.
…Back with Nicole and Whitney…
"Fuck Bitch!" Whitney screamed at the still unconscious brunette. Nicole lay splayed out at an odd angle, only her seat belt had saved her. She started to twitch, like she was waking from a deep sleep. "Can't you fucking drive? Wake up you good for nothing piece of shit!"
"You fucked Clark, now I'm gonna fuck you," He stated, undoing her seat belt and hauling her out of the truck, throwing her down on the pine needles that covered the forest floor.
The sudden jolt awoke Nicole. She moved her had up to her head groggily.
"Son of a-"Her eyes opened to find Whitney pulling down his pants, boxers and all.
"Shit!" She said, and tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move.*Shit. I'm paralysed. I can't move my legs. I can't run, oh fuck!*
"CLARK!" She screamed inadvertently as Whitney's weight fell upon her body. He was straddling her legs, his own leg hair itching her smooth legs.
*Itching? I can feel? I'm not paralysed!* She tried to lift her legs, and they moved a little, like when your foot falls asleep, and you can only move it with effort.
His erection pressed up against her groin, causing her to cringe, and sob a barely able to hear "Clark!"
It was then that she heard the speeding of tires, and the screeching of breaks and that gave her hope.
Whitney continued to pull down her jeans, She could do nothing but beat him uselessly with her hands. Tears streamed down her face, and it struck her how utterly scared and weak she felt. She had always been strong. Take care of herself, and here she was in the process of being raped. *Goody for me* She thought caustically.
"Clark!" She sobbed, once again. Whitney punched her again. Hard. So she punched him back. Hard.
She heard footsteps, and Clark was suddenly there, pulling Whitney off of her as she faded out of consciousness.
She woke up to find all her clothes on, lying in Clark's arms, and it hit her. She didn't ever want to leave.
"Hey there Beautiful, where you been?" Clark said softly, smiling, as he smoothed her hair and kissed it.
*I am in Heaven* Nicole suddenly thought. *Absolute heaven*
"I was worried about you," There was a catch in his voice, the confident timbre shook just a bit, to show how much he had worried.
He thought that he would never see her open her eyes again, thought he would never get to hear her loud laugh or that stupid annoying song, thought he'd never get to tell her, tell her he loved her.
Tears came to his eyes but he held them back. He had to be strong for her. He thought that she'd break down. Cry.
Not Nicole.
"Clark?" She asked, looking into his baby blues, and falling helplessly under their spell,
"Yeah?"
"I have an idea. I want revenge." She said, snuggling into him. He nodded.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, in Canada, if some mother fucker did that to one of my friends, we'd take him out to the calving pen, were they wean the calves."
"I don't follow,"
"We tie them to the fence, and pull down their pants." She said, with an evil little chuckle.
"I still don't follow." He said, pulling her close, and rubbing her thigh.
"The calves want to get at a tit, and well…" Clark's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped. Nicole laughed, closing it with a finger, and then kissing it shut.
"I think I follow."