Everyone Has Their Faults - Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A/N: Like my other angst story, I don't really know what I'm doing with this story. Review anyways. Flames are ok as long as you explain why it sux. Thoughts- '' This might get a little violent at the end. Note the rating.
After Jon left, Thayet had lain down on their bed and tried to go to sleep. She kept seeing his eyes; they looked angry, but also panicked. She couldn't figure it out. 'Maybe it was just a moment of being out of control,' she thought. 'I'm sure he loves me.' But why would he slap you if he did? Another part of her mind countered. After a few minutes of arguing with herself, Thayet fell asleep hugging the pillow.
Hours later, she felt someone crawling into bed beside her. Oh gods, she thought. Is he going to rape me now? Beat me up? Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her snugly against him. He kissed her once on the neck and said, "I love you." He said it with the same tone he had said it in countless times before, and Thayet knew nothing had changed. "I love you too."
|A/N: Uhg, that last paragraph sucked. Oh well, I'll think of something better for it later.|
The next morning, Thayet woke up to the blinding sun in her eyes. She looked around; Jon was nowhere to be seen. She got up and bathed and dressed, then ordered breakfast. As she was eating, she looked out the window seat and saw Jon riding hard out of the stables, spurring his horse incessantly. 'What is wrong with him?' She didn't have more time for musing, because she was called away by a knock on the door. She found Alanna standing there. "Good morning, Thayet. Do you know where Jon went? I have some bad news for him." "Oh, I just saw him riding into the forest." "Thanks." Thayet caught her arm. "Um, Alanna? Why don't you tell me the news and I'll tell him?" Alanna considered it. "Okay, if you want to. The message is that the Scanrans have sent 1,000 more troops into battle." "Okay. I'll tell him. Bye." And she shut the door.
About an hour later Jon came back. He walked into the room to see Thayet nervously pacing the room, biting her nails. "Is there something wrong?" She looked up. "Um, well, hm. There is, ah, some bad news." "How bad?" he asked, stepping toward her. She backed up. "Scanrans-troops-they-" she took a breath. "The Scanrans have sent 1,000 more troops into battle." It was all she could do to keep from running into the bathroom and locking herself in. His fists clenched, his eyes took on that angry, panicked look again. "A thousand-gods!" he picked up a nearby stool and through it against the wall, where it splintered into small pieces. Thayet visibly flinched and backed up against the wall. Jon advanced on her, taking her by the shoulders and banging her against the wall. He brought back his fist behind his shoulder before he swung it into her jaw. Though she tried to stop them, Thayet felt hot tears course down her cheeks and drip down her chin, falling onto her nightgown. Jon put his finger to her cheek, catching a tear on it. He tasted it, then pushed her to the ground and left again.
Wow this story is screwed. It looks like it's actually going to have a plot, though. Aren't you proud of me for putting out a longer chapter? Yes? Then review! I promise you'll eventually understand what's going on.
Luv ya!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A/N: Like my other angst story, I don't really know what I'm doing with this story. Review anyways. Flames are ok as long as you explain why it sux. Thoughts- '' This might get a little violent at the end. Note the rating.
After Jon left, Thayet had lain down on their bed and tried to go to sleep. She kept seeing his eyes; they looked angry, but also panicked. She couldn't figure it out. 'Maybe it was just a moment of being out of control,' she thought. 'I'm sure he loves me.' But why would he slap you if he did? Another part of her mind countered. After a few minutes of arguing with herself, Thayet fell asleep hugging the pillow.
Hours later, she felt someone crawling into bed beside her. Oh gods, she thought. Is he going to rape me now? Beat me up? Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her snugly against him. He kissed her once on the neck and said, "I love you." He said it with the same tone he had said it in countless times before, and Thayet knew nothing had changed. "I love you too."
|A/N: Uhg, that last paragraph sucked. Oh well, I'll think of something better for it later.|
The next morning, Thayet woke up to the blinding sun in her eyes. She looked around; Jon was nowhere to be seen. She got up and bathed and dressed, then ordered breakfast. As she was eating, she looked out the window seat and saw Jon riding hard out of the stables, spurring his horse incessantly. 'What is wrong with him?' She didn't have more time for musing, because she was called away by a knock on the door. She found Alanna standing there. "Good morning, Thayet. Do you know where Jon went? I have some bad news for him." "Oh, I just saw him riding into the forest." "Thanks." Thayet caught her arm. "Um, Alanna? Why don't you tell me the news and I'll tell him?" Alanna considered it. "Okay, if you want to. The message is that the Scanrans have sent 1,000 more troops into battle." "Okay. I'll tell him. Bye." And she shut the door.
About an hour later Jon came back. He walked into the room to see Thayet nervously pacing the room, biting her nails. "Is there something wrong?" She looked up. "Um, well, hm. There is, ah, some bad news." "How bad?" he asked, stepping toward her. She backed up. "Scanrans-troops-they-" she took a breath. "The Scanrans have sent 1,000 more troops into battle." It was all she could do to keep from running into the bathroom and locking herself in. His fists clenched, his eyes took on that angry, panicked look again. "A thousand-gods!" he picked up a nearby stool and through it against the wall, where it splintered into small pieces. Thayet visibly flinched and backed up against the wall. Jon advanced on her, taking her by the shoulders and banging her against the wall. He brought back his fist behind his shoulder before he swung it into her jaw. Though she tried to stop them, Thayet felt hot tears course down her cheeks and drip down her chin, falling onto her nightgown. Jon put his finger to her cheek, catching a tear on it. He tasted it, then pushed her to the ground and left again.
Wow this story is screwed. It looks like it's actually going to have a plot, though. Aren't you proud of me for putting out a longer chapter? Yes? Then review! I promise you'll eventually understand what's going on.
Luv ya!