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Author's Note:
Love will not Die
Part IX
By, Silver Fox
Dorothy shot back in her seat upon hearing the stabbing words. She felt like she had the wind knocked out of her. A look of disbelief plastered itself across her pale face. She looked beseechingly at Quatre.
"P-Please tell me you aren't serious."
He hung his head. He seemed so solemn.
"Quatre," she gripped his hand tighter, "this can't be possible. There's got to be a mistake."
"I'm afraid it's not a mistake, they tested her themselves. Sera is pregnant."
The shock inside of Dorothy turned into cold hatred. She slowly let go of Quatre's hand and got up and hung her head over the fireplace, resting her arms on the mantel above it.
"I don't believe this," she said quietly. She put her head up and rested her chin on the mantel. This was all too much for her. First Rashid had chewed her out, now this? Tears started to well up in her eyes. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She grabbed the swords on the wall and flung them across the room. Then she started to kick the rack of gear, sending it flying everywhere. All the while, she was screaming and sobbing at the same time.
"THAT BITCH!! I HATE HER, THE WORTHLESS TRAMP!! IT'S NOT TRUE, IT'S NOT TRUUUUUUEE!! GO TO HELL SERA, GO TO HELL!!" She was kicking and throwing anything in sight. Quatre, very disturbed seeing her like this, went to try and stop her. He put his arms around her, restraining her, just after she had accidentally sliced her arm with a sword. He had to grab her from behind, so he held her arms back and tried to calm her down.
"Shhh, it's ok. It's all right. Shhh, baby please calm down. Dorothy, shhhh, it'll be ok."
She was still sobbing and trying to break free of his grasp, but her strength failed her and she slumped back in his arms, still screaming, but now not as loud.
"No, it's not truuuue. It isn't, It can't be!! I hate her, I hate her!! Worthless bitch.." She turned around and started sobbing in his shoulder. He held her. He held her and rocked her gently, trying desperately to calm her down.
"Shhhhh, it's ok, don't get upset. It'll be alright." His nerves were at their breaking point, but he put his feelings aside for the moment to focus on her. "Hey, come on. Don't get so upset. See you hurt yourself," he said noticing the cut on her arm. "Come on, we're going to bandage that. Let's go." He gently led her to the bench where he sat her down and bandaged her arm. She sat there looking in the other direction the whole time. She was staring at the mess she had made. With her other hand, she wiped her eyes.
"You must think I'm crazy."
He couldn't look up from cleaning her cut, but he answered her nonetheless. "Why would I think you're crazy?"
"Look what I just did. Normal people don't do that."
He finally could look up from her wound, and though he looked at her, she wouldn't look at him. "You were upset, and you had a good right to be."
"That doesn't excuse what I did." She got up and started picking up the things she had thrown around and put them back where they were supposed to go. He got up and put then things in her hands back on the floor.
"Leave it."
"No, I-,"
He took her hands and looked her in the eye. "No, leave it. It'll be taken care of."
She felt reassured by him, and yet, it seemed something was wrong with him. But she felt she should just listen to him. She nodded and they walked to his office where they both sat down.
"I just can't believe it," she said as she put her head between her legs.
He sat at his desk and sighed. "You know, it seemed impossible to me at first, but I think I've accepted it now."
She lifted her head up to look at him. "What?"
He nearly laughed. "It seemed impossible, but I've accepted that I've been raped by a woman. It's a serious blow to my manhood, let me tell you."
She looked rather frightened at him. He wasn't talking about this very seriously. "Q-Quatre, it's not a-,"
"Not a serious blow to my man hood? Oh but it is, really. As you know I've never been the picture of masculinity, but now, this? Ha, I don't I'll ever live this down. But I do know I'm less of a man."
She looked so shocked. She felt so guilty for flipping out when he was like this. She took his hand, but he didn't look up at her. "Quatre, please. You aren't any less of a man. She drugged you, it wasn't-,"
"Please, please, spare me the comfort talk. It's ok, I don't need it."
She was taken back. "I'm sorry, I-,"
"Oh don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."
There was something about his tone that she didn't like. He didn't seem himself. He seemed, somehow very upset, yet he remained so calm. It scared her. But she herself was also very upset.
"Quatre, please, don't keep your emotions in. Let them out."
He gave her a skeptical look. "Really, and why?"
"Well, because it's better than bottling them up."
"Well excuse me, but if I let my feelings out now, then I'd probably do something like you just did. And I don't want to make another mess like that."
She got up and walked around behind his chair. She put her arms around him to try to calm him down. But, much to her surprise, he brushed her arms off of him.
"Not now, Dorothy, please?"
She nearly felt tears in her eyes. He was so different. What was wrong with him? "What's wrong with you, you're so different."
He was a little aggravated. "Gee I don't know, why do you think?"
"There's no need to be hostile, Quatre."
"I'm being hostile?"
She was so hurt, but she refused to show it. She walked around and sat in her chair again. "Yes, you are being hostile."
"Oh really?"
"Quatre, I don't want to fight with you. Just let me in, I can help."
"I don't think even you can." His beautiful eyes trailed off with his voice as he looked out the window. Dorothy had to admit that now she felt hostile. "I've made a decision." He blurted out.
"About what?"
"Sera is going to be in jail, so they're going to put her baby up for adoption. I'm going to keep it."
This felt like even more betrayal to Dorothy. She stood up and nearly yelled. "Excuse me?"
He looked at her coolly. "You heard me, I'm keeping her baby. It is half mine."
This time Dorothy the one to nearly laugh. Her nerves were just as raw as his. "Tell me you're kidding."
"What's so hard to believe about it?"
"You want to keep that child? It's the spawn of Satan, it'll probably try to kill you!"
He sighed. "Dorothy, I'm disappointed in you."
"What?"
"The child did nothing. Sera did, but the baby is innocent. It can't help who its mother is."
She gritted her teeth. "And? What's your point?"
"I feel, a certain, obligation to this child. It's not his or her fault what Sera did."
"You don't have an obligation to that kid! It's not your problem!"
"You mean it's not YOUR problem, right?"
She gawked at him. "Excuse me? What are you insinuating?"
He got up from his desk and looked her in the eye. "Honestly Dorothy, you're being totally selfish."
This absolutely struck a nerve with her. She threw her hands up and started screaming. "What the hell is this, Bash Dorothy Day and nobody told me?! Have you been talking to Rashid or something? Good god, I am not being selfish!"
"Don't drag Rashid into this, he didn't do anything."
As she opened her mouth she was about to scream the truth at him, that he did in fact do something. But in a split second, she caught herself. She just couldn't bear to tell him. She let out a long ragged sigh and looked away. "It seems to me Quatre, that you're being selfish."
He widened his eyes. "Me? Oh please tell me how I'm being selfish."
"You didn't talk to me about this. I'm a major part of your life too, and I'll have to deal with this. You could have talked it over with me."
He walked out from behind his desk. "It wasn't your decision to make, it didn't concern you."
"Oh but it did," she faced him, surprisingly not crying. "Make a choice now, Quatre. It's that baby or me."
He looked rather shocked by her ultimatum. He stared at the floor for a moment, and then he went behind his desk. "You know the way out."
She nearly burst into tears, but kept it inside. "You really want me to leave? Are you sure? Because if I leave I'm not coming back."
He didn't look up from his paper. "I'm sure."
She scoffed, trying to hide a sob. "Then I guess this is goodbye. We're officially breaking up then, aren't we?"
He still didn't look up. "I guess so."
She stood there for a moment, taking everything in. It just wouldn't sink in. Then, it hit her. She opened the door. "Goodbye then."
"Goodbye." She slowly cracked the door and walked out. Then, she slammed it shut and ran down the hall, crying.
"What did I do? Oh my god, what did I do?" She made it to her office and slumped down on her desk sobbing. She banged her fists several times on the hard oak, hoping to shatter it. She crumpled and shredded any papers that were in her fists paths. She slumped under her desk and buried her face in her knees. She sobbed and wailed, scratching her manicured fingernails against the wood, leaving deep scratch marks. All the while she rocked herself back and forth, thinking to herself.
'Why? Why did he do that? Why did I give him an ultimatum? Why didn't he care about my feelings? Why didn't I care about his?' She banged her head against the inside of the desk to stop the thoughts racing through her head. After awhile, she stopped wailing and crying. She got up in her chair and wiped her eyes. She stopped thinking why, but now was thinking where she would go. She didn't have any money left, and she knew Relena had just left for a conference out of town. Besides, even if she was here, she didn't have the nerve to face her. She knew one place she could go; yet she feared it more than any place. But she knew that if she went here, it would be very easy for her to disappear, which was what she wanted. Nevertheless, she found herself packing her clothes and her disk information. She took her cigarettes out of the trashcan.
"I'm going to need these," she said sadly to herself. She picked up her two big duffel bags and walked out of her room/office. She took out her cell phone and called a cab. She walked through the hallway, which seemed endless. She walked by a few servants, all of which who asked her what was the matter.
"None of your god damned business," she replied coldly. When she reached the front door, she stopped for a second to look back on what she was leaving behind. A lonely tear made it's way down her porcelain cheek.
"Well, Quatre, I guess this is it," she said, talking to no one but thin air. But she could almost see him standing before her somehow, and it killed her inside. "I guess if you love that child more than me, we have nothing to discuss. If I'm not that important to you, then fine!" she shouted, again at the air. "Fine by me! I don't care if I don't matter to you! But you matter to me! I still love you!" she shrieked. Then, she picked up her purse, stepped out of the door and slammed it again. It was pouring outside. Yet, she stepped out into it, embracing it. She felt it was entirely appropriate for her right now. She sat down on the steps, getting completely soaked. She brought her knees up, and sadly sang a familiar song.
"Raindrops keep fallin my on head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red."
****
Quatre was sitting in his office, trying his hardest to pretend that nothing had happened. He was still in that terrible mood, but now he was starting to come back to his senses, though he didn't want to. His mood was making him a different person. He lifted his head as he heard a knock at his door. His heart leapt, despite himself. Was it her?
"Come in."
His heart sank again as he saw Rashid come in. "Oh hello Rashid. What can I do for you?"
The tall man looked concerned. "Master Quatre, I heard from the servants that there was a big disturbance in here. Is everything alright?"
He sighed. "I had a fight with Dorothy."
"Oh."
"It was about Sera's baby. I made a decision to keep it, but she doesn't agree at all. She was being totally insensitive to my feelings. She was being selfish." Even he was surprised to hear himself as he spat these words.
"Well Master Quatre, I agree with you. She was being selfish, she should have considered your feelings, not just hers, like she always does."
He looked at him strangely. "What do you mean by that?"
Rashid looked taken back. "Well, Master Quatre, I was only agreeing with you."
Quatre's eyes wandered as he stared out into space. He remembered something she said.
"Rashid, did you say anything to Dorothy today?"
He looked very uneasy. "Why do you ask that?"
"I'm just curious, something she said. She asked me if I'd been talking to you when I called her selfish."
He guiltily looked down. "Well, um, yes, I did actually."
Suddenly Quatre grew very afraid of what he had done. "What did you say exactly?"
"I, uh, told her that I wasn't happy that she took you on that outing, and, well, she provoked me you understand, and I did tell her what I thought of her. And Master Quatre I really never liked her."
Panic rushed over him in a great wave. After what Rashid said to her, and what he said to her, "Oh god," he mumbled to himself. He looked at him. "Rashid, I'm very disappointed that you couldn't talk to me about that. You had no authority to talk to her like that."
"Master Quatre, I apologize, but weren't you just telling her the same things? You did say that she was selfish."
"Well I wasn't thinking. I was dealing with the fact that I was raped, and now a kid was coming, and," he nearly pulled his hair out, "I was so stressed I turned into a different person." He panted propping himself up on his desk. It suddenly hit him. "I have to apologize to her." He got up and ran out of his door.
"Wait, Master Quatre!" Rashid was chasing him, trying to tell him something, but he couldn't catch up to him.
Quatre sped down the hall until he reached Dorothy's room. He suddenly stopped. The door was open. He knocked. "Dorothy?" he called out gently. He opened the door and gasped to see that all of her things were gone.
"Rashid!"
"Master Quatre, I've been trying to tell you, the servants said they saw her with two duffel bags walking to the door."
His eyes widened in fear. "Oh dear god no." He sped off to the front door, threw it open and looked around outside for anything. Her bag, a cab, or her. He didn't find either one. He wandered out in his big circle driveway, trying not to cry. But he couldn't help it. He slumped down to his knees in the pouring rain. He cried out in pain.
"Dorothy!! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please come back!"
****
Off in a remote corner of the city, deep in the slums, a man washed his face in his apartment. He was a tall, suave, handsome looking man. He had short light brown hair the hung slightly past his ears. He had a misty shade of gray eyes and a very lean muscular body. He looked himself over in the mirror, nodded at what he saw and closed his bathroom door. He cleared some of the empty food boxes off of his chair and sat down to watch wrestling.
"Ah, just another day." he pondered. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. His eyes narrowed. "I swear, if it's that gang again."
He grabbed a baseball bat and crept to the door. "Who is it?" His semi-deep voice called.
"Let me in, dipshit." The other voice said. Immediately, he knew who it was. His cocky disposition showing, he threw the bat aside and teased the other voice.
"Now now D-chan, you'll have to be nice or I won't let you in."
"You leave me no choice." He jumped back as he heard gunfire and a bullet went through his door. "Now open the damn door."
Getting a little nervous, he opened the door and found exactly whom he expected to find. "Dorothy Catalonia, why fancy meeting you here."
She looked terrible, and she brushed past him and set her things down on the coach. "I'm going to be staying here," she coldly informed him.
He wanted the upper hand, so he decided to push her buttons. "Hey now, this is my place, as you know. I keep it by running a respectable drug dealing. If you want to stay here," he snapped her bra. "You'll have to do whatever I say."
She whipped her gun out and aimed it at his head. He backed away slightly. "Listen to me, Trevor. I'm calling the shots here, got it? And don't you dare touch me or," she aimed the gun at his groin, "I'll be happy to give you a sex change. Is that understood?"
He was slightly afraid, but he didn't show it. "Alright, you've got me, for the time being. But mark my words, I'll make you my love slave yet."
She scoffed, "Yeah right."
He walked around her. "So what about your rich-bitch boyfriend, Quatre Winner was it?"
"Quatre," her eyes were teary, but she wouldn't show it to him. "Quatre who?"
Author's Note:
Author's Note:
Love will not Die
Part IX
By, Silver Fox
Dorothy shot back in her seat upon hearing the stabbing words. She felt like she had the wind knocked out of her. A look of disbelief plastered itself across her pale face. She looked beseechingly at Quatre.
"P-Please tell me you aren't serious."
He hung his head. He seemed so solemn.
"Quatre," she gripped his hand tighter, "this can't be possible. There's got to be a mistake."
"I'm afraid it's not a mistake, they tested her themselves. Sera is pregnant."
The shock inside of Dorothy turned into cold hatred. She slowly let go of Quatre's hand and got up and hung her head over the fireplace, resting her arms on the mantel above it.
"I don't believe this," she said quietly. She put her head up and rested her chin on the mantel. This was all too much for her. First Rashid had chewed her out, now this? Tears started to well up in her eyes. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She grabbed the swords on the wall and flung them across the room. Then she started to kick the rack of gear, sending it flying everywhere. All the while, she was screaming and sobbing at the same time.
"THAT BITCH!! I HATE HER, THE WORTHLESS TRAMP!! IT'S NOT TRUE, IT'S NOT TRUUUUUUEE!! GO TO HELL SERA, GO TO HELL!!" She was kicking and throwing anything in sight. Quatre, very disturbed seeing her like this, went to try and stop her. He put his arms around her, restraining her, just after she had accidentally sliced her arm with a sword. He had to grab her from behind, so he held her arms back and tried to calm her down.
"Shhh, it's ok. It's all right. Shhh, baby please calm down. Dorothy, shhhh, it'll be ok."
She was still sobbing and trying to break free of his grasp, but her strength failed her and she slumped back in his arms, still screaming, but now not as loud.
"No, it's not truuuue. It isn't, It can't be!! I hate her, I hate her!! Worthless bitch.." She turned around and started sobbing in his shoulder. He held her. He held her and rocked her gently, trying desperately to calm her down.
"Shhhhh, it's ok, don't get upset. It'll be alright." His nerves were at their breaking point, but he put his feelings aside for the moment to focus on her. "Hey, come on. Don't get so upset. See you hurt yourself," he said noticing the cut on her arm. "Come on, we're going to bandage that. Let's go." He gently led her to the bench where he sat her down and bandaged her arm. She sat there looking in the other direction the whole time. She was staring at the mess she had made. With her other hand, she wiped her eyes.
"You must think I'm crazy."
He couldn't look up from cleaning her cut, but he answered her nonetheless. "Why would I think you're crazy?"
"Look what I just did. Normal people don't do that."
He finally could look up from her wound, and though he looked at her, she wouldn't look at him. "You were upset, and you had a good right to be."
"That doesn't excuse what I did." She got up and started picking up the things she had thrown around and put them back where they were supposed to go. He got up and put then things in her hands back on the floor.
"Leave it."
"No, I-,"
He took her hands and looked her in the eye. "No, leave it. It'll be taken care of."
She felt reassured by him, and yet, it seemed something was wrong with him. But she felt she should just listen to him. She nodded and they walked to his office where they both sat down.
"I just can't believe it," she said as she put her head between her legs.
He sat at his desk and sighed. "You know, it seemed impossible to me at first, but I think I've accepted it now."
She lifted her head up to look at him. "What?"
He nearly laughed. "It seemed impossible, but I've accepted that I've been raped by a woman. It's a serious blow to my manhood, let me tell you."
She looked rather frightened at him. He wasn't talking about this very seriously. "Q-Quatre, it's not a-,"
"Not a serious blow to my man hood? Oh but it is, really. As you know I've never been the picture of masculinity, but now, this? Ha, I don't I'll ever live this down. But I do know I'm less of a man."
She looked so shocked. She felt so guilty for flipping out when he was like this. She took his hand, but he didn't look up at her. "Quatre, please. You aren't any less of a man. She drugged you, it wasn't-,"
"Please, please, spare me the comfort talk. It's ok, I don't need it."
She was taken back. "I'm sorry, I-,"
"Oh don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."
There was something about his tone that she didn't like. He didn't seem himself. He seemed, somehow very upset, yet he remained so calm. It scared her. But she herself was also very upset.
"Quatre, please, don't keep your emotions in. Let them out."
He gave her a skeptical look. "Really, and why?"
"Well, because it's better than bottling them up."
"Well excuse me, but if I let my feelings out now, then I'd probably do something like you just did. And I don't want to make another mess like that."
She got up and walked around behind his chair. She put her arms around him to try to calm him down. But, much to her surprise, he brushed her arms off of him.
"Not now, Dorothy, please?"
She nearly felt tears in her eyes. He was so different. What was wrong with him? "What's wrong with you, you're so different."
He was a little aggravated. "Gee I don't know, why do you think?"
"There's no need to be hostile, Quatre."
"I'm being hostile?"
She was so hurt, but she refused to show it. She walked around and sat in her chair again. "Yes, you are being hostile."
"Oh really?"
"Quatre, I don't want to fight with you. Just let me in, I can help."
"I don't think even you can." His beautiful eyes trailed off with his voice as he looked out the window. Dorothy had to admit that now she felt hostile. "I've made a decision." He blurted out.
"About what?"
"Sera is going to be in jail, so they're going to put her baby up for adoption. I'm going to keep it."
This felt like even more betrayal to Dorothy. She stood up and nearly yelled. "Excuse me?"
He looked at her coolly. "You heard me, I'm keeping her baby. It is half mine."
This time Dorothy the one to nearly laugh. Her nerves were just as raw as his. "Tell me you're kidding."
"What's so hard to believe about it?"
"You want to keep that child? It's the spawn of Satan, it'll probably try to kill you!"
He sighed. "Dorothy, I'm disappointed in you."
"What?"
"The child did nothing. Sera did, but the baby is innocent. It can't help who its mother is."
She gritted her teeth. "And? What's your point?"
"I feel, a certain, obligation to this child. It's not his or her fault what Sera did."
"You don't have an obligation to that kid! It's not your problem!"
"You mean it's not YOUR problem, right?"
She gawked at him. "Excuse me? What are you insinuating?"
He got up from his desk and looked her in the eye. "Honestly Dorothy, you're being totally selfish."
This absolutely struck a nerve with her. She threw her hands up and started screaming. "What the hell is this, Bash Dorothy Day and nobody told me?! Have you been talking to Rashid or something? Good god, I am not being selfish!"
"Don't drag Rashid into this, he didn't do anything."
As she opened her mouth she was about to scream the truth at him, that he did in fact do something. But in a split second, she caught herself. She just couldn't bear to tell him. She let out a long ragged sigh and looked away. "It seems to me Quatre, that you're being selfish."
He widened his eyes. "Me? Oh please tell me how I'm being selfish."
"You didn't talk to me about this. I'm a major part of your life too, and I'll have to deal with this. You could have talked it over with me."
He walked out from behind his desk. "It wasn't your decision to make, it didn't concern you."
"Oh but it did," she faced him, surprisingly not crying. "Make a choice now, Quatre. It's that baby or me."
He looked rather shocked by her ultimatum. He stared at the floor for a moment, and then he went behind his desk. "You know the way out."
She nearly burst into tears, but kept it inside. "You really want me to leave? Are you sure? Because if I leave I'm not coming back."
He didn't look up from his paper. "I'm sure."
She scoffed, trying to hide a sob. "Then I guess this is goodbye. We're officially breaking up then, aren't we?"
He still didn't look up. "I guess so."
She stood there for a moment, taking everything in. It just wouldn't sink in. Then, it hit her. She opened the door. "Goodbye then."
"Goodbye." She slowly cracked the door and walked out. Then, she slammed it shut and ran down the hall, crying.
"What did I do? Oh my god, what did I do?" She made it to her office and slumped down on her desk sobbing. She banged her fists several times on the hard oak, hoping to shatter it. She crumpled and shredded any papers that were in her fists paths. She slumped under her desk and buried her face in her knees. She sobbed and wailed, scratching her manicured fingernails against the wood, leaving deep scratch marks. All the while she rocked herself back and forth, thinking to herself.
'Why? Why did he do that? Why did I give him an ultimatum? Why didn't he care about my feelings? Why didn't I care about his?' She banged her head against the inside of the desk to stop the thoughts racing through her head. After awhile, she stopped wailing and crying. She got up in her chair and wiped her eyes. She stopped thinking why, but now was thinking where she would go. She didn't have any money left, and she knew Relena had just left for a conference out of town. Besides, even if she was here, she didn't have the nerve to face her. She knew one place she could go; yet she feared it more than any place. But she knew that if she went here, it would be very easy for her to disappear, which was what she wanted. Nevertheless, she found herself packing her clothes and her disk information. She took her cigarettes out of the trashcan.
"I'm going to need these," she said sadly to herself. She picked up her two big duffel bags and walked out of her room/office. She took out her cell phone and called a cab. She walked through the hallway, which seemed endless. She walked by a few servants, all of which who asked her what was the matter.
"None of your god damned business," she replied coldly. When she reached the front door, she stopped for a second to look back on what she was leaving behind. A lonely tear made it's way down her porcelain cheek.
"Well, Quatre, I guess this is it," she said, talking to no one but thin air. But she could almost see him standing before her somehow, and it killed her inside. "I guess if you love that child more than me, we have nothing to discuss. If I'm not that important to you, then fine!" she shouted, again at the air. "Fine by me! I don't care if I don't matter to you! But you matter to me! I still love you!" she shrieked. Then, she picked up her purse, stepped out of the door and slammed it again. It was pouring outside. Yet, she stepped out into it, embracing it. She felt it was entirely appropriate for her right now. She sat down on the steps, getting completely soaked. She brought her knees up, and sadly sang a familiar song.
"Raindrops keep fallin my on head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red."
****
Quatre was sitting in his office, trying his hardest to pretend that nothing had happened. He was still in that terrible mood, but now he was starting to come back to his senses, though he didn't want to. His mood was making him a different person. He lifted his head as he heard a knock at his door. His heart leapt, despite himself. Was it her?
"Come in."
His heart sank again as he saw Rashid come in. "Oh hello Rashid. What can I do for you?"
The tall man looked concerned. "Master Quatre, I heard from the servants that there was a big disturbance in here. Is everything alright?"
He sighed. "I had a fight with Dorothy."
"Oh."
"It was about Sera's baby. I made a decision to keep it, but she doesn't agree at all. She was being totally insensitive to my feelings. She was being selfish." Even he was surprised to hear himself as he spat these words.
"Well Master Quatre, I agree with you. She was being selfish, she should have considered your feelings, not just hers, like she always does."
He looked at him strangely. "What do you mean by that?"
Rashid looked taken back. "Well, Master Quatre, I was only agreeing with you."
Quatre's eyes wandered as he stared out into space. He remembered something she said.
"Rashid, did you say anything to Dorothy today?"
He looked very uneasy. "Why do you ask that?"
"I'm just curious, something she said. She asked me if I'd been talking to you when I called her selfish."
He guiltily looked down. "Well, um, yes, I did actually."
Suddenly Quatre grew very afraid of what he had done. "What did you say exactly?"
"I, uh, told her that I wasn't happy that she took you on that outing, and, well, she provoked me you understand, and I did tell her what I thought of her. And Master Quatre I really never liked her."
Panic rushed over him in a great wave. After what Rashid said to her, and what he said to her, "Oh god," he mumbled to himself. He looked at him. "Rashid, I'm very disappointed that you couldn't talk to me about that. You had no authority to talk to her like that."
"Master Quatre, I apologize, but weren't you just telling her the same things? You did say that she was selfish."
"Well I wasn't thinking. I was dealing with the fact that I was raped, and now a kid was coming, and," he nearly pulled his hair out, "I was so stressed I turned into a different person." He panted propping himself up on his desk. It suddenly hit him. "I have to apologize to her." He got up and ran out of his door.
"Wait, Master Quatre!" Rashid was chasing him, trying to tell him something, but he couldn't catch up to him.
Quatre sped down the hall until he reached Dorothy's room. He suddenly stopped. The door was open. He knocked. "Dorothy?" he called out gently. He opened the door and gasped to see that all of her things were gone.
"Rashid!"
"Master Quatre, I've been trying to tell you, the servants said they saw her with two duffel bags walking to the door."
His eyes widened in fear. "Oh dear god no." He sped off to the front door, threw it open and looked around outside for anything. Her bag, a cab, or her. He didn't find either one. He wandered out in his big circle driveway, trying not to cry. But he couldn't help it. He slumped down to his knees in the pouring rain. He cried out in pain.
"Dorothy!! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please come back!"
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Off in a remote corner of the city, deep in the slums, a man washed his face in his apartment. He was a tall, suave, handsome looking man. He had short light brown hair the hung slightly past his ears. He had a misty shade of gray eyes and a very lean muscular body. He looked himself over in the mirror, nodded at what he saw and closed his bathroom door. He cleared some of the empty food boxes off of his chair and sat down to watch wrestling.
"Ah, just another day." he pondered. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. His eyes narrowed. "I swear, if it's that gang again."
He grabbed a baseball bat and crept to the door. "Who is it?" His semi-deep voice called.
"Let me in, dipshit." The other voice said. Immediately, he knew who it was. His cocky disposition showing, he threw the bat aside and teased the other voice.
"Now now D-chan, you'll have to be nice or I won't let you in."
"You leave me no choice." He jumped back as he heard gunfire and a bullet went through his door. "Now open the damn door."
Getting a little nervous, he opened the door and found exactly whom he expected to find. "Dorothy Catalonia, why fancy meeting you here."
She looked terrible, and she brushed past him and set her things down on the coach. "I'm going to be staying here," she coldly informed him.
He wanted the upper hand, so he decided to push her buttons. "Hey now, this is my place, as you know. I keep it by running a respectable drug dealing. If you want to stay here," he snapped her bra. "You'll have to do whatever I say."
She whipped her gun out and aimed it at his head. He backed away slightly. "Listen to me, Trevor. I'm calling the shots here, got it? And don't you dare touch me or," she aimed the gun at his groin, "I'll be happy to give you a sex change. Is that understood?"
He was slightly afraid, but he didn't show it. "Alright, you've got me, for the time being. But mark my words, I'll make you my love slave yet."
She scoffed, "Yeah right."
He walked around her. "So what about your rich-bitch boyfriend, Quatre Winner was it?"
"Quatre," her eyes were teary, but she wouldn't show it to him. "Quatre who?"
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