Everyone Has Their Faults - Chapter 4
Disclaimer: see Ch 1
That night he came to her again and healed her jaw. He said he was sorry and that he loved her. And so it continued for five more days; during the day he beat her and at night he made it all better again. Thayet realized she couldn't live like this, but was too afraid to confront Jon. He didn't seem very stable lately. 'It might work, though. And it's surely not going to get worse than now.'
|A/N: k, this might be a little confusing. From now on it's in the present tense, going back to the opening scene in the first chapter. Get it? Good.|
She ran to the door and yanked it open. "Jon!" she called down the hall. He halted and slowly turned around. "What is it?" "Come here. I need to talk to you." Once he was at the door, Thayet carefully pulled him into the room with her good hand. His eyes were hard as he firmly shut the door. "I don't think there's anything to talk about." His voice was as commanding as ever, and she still felt intimidated by him. Thayet backed up a couple paces and kept her eyes glued to the floor. "It has to stop," she said. Her voice wavered, even with all the effort she put in to try to make it firm. She heard Jon sigh tensely. "I'm trying, Thayet." She should have been angry, but she loved him too much. "You're not trying hard enough, Jon," she replied gently. He sat down on the bed and beckoned to her. She came forward and sat on his lap. "It just can't happen anymore. It can't happen," she repeated. "It won't," he assured, stroking her cheek. "You're not going to get hurt anymore, my queen." She looked in his eyes and saw the love she had always seen and a newly added sincerity. He kissed her on both cheeks and got up. "I'm going to another council meeting now. When I get back, I promise I won't even touch you." She followed him to the door and chuckled. "You don't have to go that far," she said, and pecked him on the lips. "Have a good day, darling." He looked at her seriously. "You too, Thayet."
M'kay, this is definitely *not* the end.
Keita: Gark, Jon isn't supposed to be crazy! Narf! He's just- I dunno. It's hard to explain. But he's definitely not going to turn into some psycho rapist dude. Blah, you probably didn't mean it literally, but whatever, that's just paranoid me.
P.S. Gark? narf? I sound like Garfield. Damn he is one sexy cat. Hee, see how twisted I am? Goddammit, I just watched the movie Baby Boy and they totally stole my plot! Grrr . . . But I'm gonna continue this anyways. Hehe. Now after hearing my rantings, if you would so kindly REVIEW, I would thank you very largely.
You know you love me, ~Xanthette~ (my alternate personality. My evil side. Hehe, I feel like a bitch today.)
Disclaimer: see Ch 1
That night he came to her again and healed her jaw. He said he was sorry and that he loved her. And so it continued for five more days; during the day he beat her and at night he made it all better again. Thayet realized she couldn't live like this, but was too afraid to confront Jon. He didn't seem very stable lately. 'It might work, though. And it's surely not going to get worse than now.'
|A/N: k, this might be a little confusing. From now on it's in the present tense, going back to the opening scene in the first chapter. Get it? Good.|
She ran to the door and yanked it open. "Jon!" she called down the hall. He halted and slowly turned around. "What is it?" "Come here. I need to talk to you." Once he was at the door, Thayet carefully pulled him into the room with her good hand. His eyes were hard as he firmly shut the door. "I don't think there's anything to talk about." His voice was as commanding as ever, and she still felt intimidated by him. Thayet backed up a couple paces and kept her eyes glued to the floor. "It has to stop," she said. Her voice wavered, even with all the effort she put in to try to make it firm. She heard Jon sigh tensely. "I'm trying, Thayet." She should have been angry, but she loved him too much. "You're not trying hard enough, Jon," she replied gently. He sat down on the bed and beckoned to her. She came forward and sat on his lap. "It just can't happen anymore. It can't happen," she repeated. "It won't," he assured, stroking her cheek. "You're not going to get hurt anymore, my queen." She looked in his eyes and saw the love she had always seen and a newly added sincerity. He kissed her on both cheeks and got up. "I'm going to another council meeting now. When I get back, I promise I won't even touch you." She followed him to the door and chuckled. "You don't have to go that far," she said, and pecked him on the lips. "Have a good day, darling." He looked at her seriously. "You too, Thayet."
M'kay, this is definitely *not* the end.
Keita: Gark, Jon isn't supposed to be crazy! Narf! He's just- I dunno. It's hard to explain. But he's definitely not going to turn into some psycho rapist dude. Blah, you probably didn't mean it literally, but whatever, that's just paranoid me.
P.S. Gark? narf? I sound like Garfield. Damn he is one sexy cat. Hee, see how twisted I am? Goddammit, I just watched the movie Baby Boy and they totally stole my plot! Grrr . . . But I'm gonna continue this anyways. Hehe. Now after hearing my rantings, if you would so kindly REVIEW, I would thank you very largely.
You know you love me, ~Xanthette~ (my alternate personality. My evil side. Hehe, I feel like a bitch today.)