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my own twisted plot. The only character that I do own is Sera, but that's
about it.
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Love will not Die
Part X
By, Silver Fox
On that fateful night, both Quatre and Dorothy felt themselves slowly dying inside. Their once perfect relationship was now in shambles, if not totally destroyed. Though they were worlds apart, they still felt each other's feelings, and they were the same as theirs, broken, betrayed, and empty. Quatre had returned to his giant mansion, and now, though it always had been huge, it seemed so empty. He got himself a towel and went into Dorothy's room. He was still crying. He had said things that he knew he shouldn't have said. He looked under her desk and was shocked to find fingernail scratches and a huge, head sized dent. He returned to his room. As his blue green eyes stared at the moon, far away across town deep in the slums, a pair of soft crystal blue eyes were doing the exact same thing, staring at the moon and thinking. Both of them were incredibly sorry, incredibly hurt, but also incredibly angry. While they both did miss each other terribly, they still each felt the same on the whole baby issue. When they both went to sleep, Quatre on his luxurious bed and Dorothy on a crappy coach couch, they both simultaneously said the same thing.
"I'm sorry, but I know I'm right. Please come back to me."
****
Quatre awoke the next morning to see the sun shining in his bedroom window. He squirmed in his bed, trying to open his eyes and get up. He spoke.
"Dorothy? Are you there?"
"Hush," she said, putting a finger to his lips. He smiled upon seeing her. "Oh Dorothy, I had the most terrible dream. I dreamt that we had a big fight and you left and I was crying and-,"
She smiled and took his head in her hands. "That wasn't a dream, sweetie, this is. I'm not really here." She leaned down and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back, not caring that she wasn't real, just wanting to be with her.
"What, do you mean, you're not real?" He said, in between their caressing each other.
"I mean, dear, that you're dreaming. I really did leave, but I can tell you where I went."
They were still kissing when he pulled back. "Where did you go?"
"I'm went to-,"
Quatre jolted up in his bed, discovering he was alone. She had been just a dream. But that meant.He put his head in his hands.
"She is gone."
He stared sadly out the window. He was hurt so badly, and felt so guilty. But, in a way, he felt that he was right and she was wrong. "I know she was wrong, but so was I. I shouldn't have freaked out about it. I still won't give up that baby." He got out of bed and pulled his clothes out of his dresser and started to put them on. "I don't think I can get over her. God, I was so stupid!" He threw a vase against the wall and leaned his back against the other wall. "I never expected that she'd actually leave! If I thought for a second that she would," he hung his head. "Then I would have held my stupid tongue. And maybe she'd be here." He finished getting dressed and opened another one of his curtains.
"Now I have no choice but to live without her now. Five bucks says I'll be dead by the end of the day." He stared outside, looking for something to look at to take his mind off of this. The only thing worth watching that he found were two birds cuddling together. But watching this made his heart ache, so he thrust the curtain closed. He tried to act confident and walked out of his room toward the kitchen. Every one of the staff members in the kitchen dropped what they were doing and stared at him as he entered. 'Great,' he thought, 'People stare at me in my own house.' He wiped his red- rimmed eyes and nodded toward the staff.
"Hello. Please, don't worry about me, get back to your work."
Everyone nodded to him and went back to their business. Though, Quatre felt that they were still looking at him strangely. He himself was trying his hardest to act calm, cool and collected, like nothing had happened. He picked up his tea and paper and turned to Rashid.
"So Rashid, how's that big case coming? Is there anything else I need to do for it?"
Rashid, obviously surprised by his not being destroyed, shook his head. "Why no, Master Quatre. Everything's finished for that. But, we could use some work with our stock investments."
"Great, I'll work on that today before my meeting," he said casually as he sipped his tea, reading his paper. "I see the Dow Jones is down again, big surprise there, huh?"
Rashid laughed nervously with him, though he felt very awkward doing so. Something was obviously wrong, but why wouldn't he show it? He was very worried to say the least. "Master Quatre, could I talk to you in your office after breakfast?"
"Of course Rashid." His eyes finally looked into his. "There's something I want to talk to you about as well."
He jumped inside at the cold glare of the young man's eyes staring into his. But he merely nodded in agreement. "Y-yes Master Quatre."
Once breakfast was over, the tall dark haired man followed the shorter platinum golden haired one. As they entered his office, Rashid closed the door as Quatre sat down at his desk. "Please, sit down," he gestured.
He obeyed, and sat down opposite of him. "Master Quatre, I wanted to ask you, well are you alright?"
"Of course I am Rashid, why wouldn't I be?"
He fidgeted in his seat. "Well, um, I was just worried about you. You know, after," his voice had a nasty tone at the next word, "Dorothy fought with you and then just up and left.I wanted to make sure you weren't to upset about it."
Quatre didn't look at him while he talked, but after he was done he stared him in the eye. "First of all, I didn't like the tone of voice you used when you said Dorothy's name. Please remember that I still love her, and I will not tolerate disrespect of her from anyone, including you. Is that clear?"
"Y-Yes Master Quatre."
"Now, as you informed me last night, you also talked to her yesterday." He put his feet up on the desk. "Now I want you to tell me exactly what was said, and leave nothing out."
Rashid gave a nervous sigh as he told Quatre everything about the talk with Dorothy, even how he felt about her. When he was done, Quatre put his feet down and leaned over his desk to make sure Rashid would get his point.
"Alright Rashid, now listen to me. Are you listening?"
"Yes Master Quatre."
"I'm very disappointed in what you did. You had neither the place nor the authority to say such things. And another thing, you disrespected Dorothy. You do not have to like her. You can hate her if you want, it's your opinion, not mine. But even if you don't like her, I expected you to show respect to her. I trust you won't make that mistake again."
"N-No Master Quatre, I give you my word that I won't do that again."
"Good. Now the second thing, I want you to organize a search effort to find her. I have no idea where she went, but I will find her. You have to get search teams involved for me, can you do that?"
"Um, of course I can, Master Quatre. But."
"But what?"
"Well, if she ran away like that, don't you think that for the time being she doesn't want to be found?"
He banged his fist on the table, anger swelling within him. "I don't care if she doesn't want to be found, I want to apologize to her and let her tell me she doesn't want to be found! If she tells me herself she doesn't want to be found, then I'll listen to her, but I want to know that she's ok! God, if something happens to her, I'll never forgive myself." He breathed heavily for a moment before he turned his head back up to see Rashid. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master Quatre."
"Good." he logged onto his computer and focused intensely on the screen. "You may go now," he said without looking up.
He stood up. "Y-Yes Master Quatre, as you wish." He turned on his heel and left the room swiftly. As he closed the door, he mumbled to himself.
"I knew it, she's got him brainwashed." Luckily for him, Quatre didn't hear him. Quatre was only focused on his screen. He was using his videophone. The person on the other end picked up.
"Hello, this is, oh Quatre it's you."
"Yes, it's me. How have you been?"
"Well I've been doing alright, and yourself?"
"Well, Marimeia, I haven't been so well. You see, Dorothy and I had a huge fight, and now she's gone."
The red haired younger girl put her hand to her mouth. "Oh no, I'm sorry."
"Yes, and I figured since you're her only living relative, I should tell you."
"Cousin Dorothy's gone? Oh geez. Well, Quatre do you know where she went?"
He sighed. "I haven't got a clue. That's why I called you. I take it from your reaction she didn't go there."
"No, she's not here. We actually haven't spoken in a few years. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, you don't have to apologize to me of all people. But, do you know any possible places she could have gone? Anywhere at all, like an old friend's or," he gulped slightly, "an old boyfriend's?"
She thought for a while, and then lifted her head again. "No, I'm sorry, I don't know anyone she would have gone to. But she most likely would have had to go to someone, what with Romefellar going bankrupt."
Hearing this violently shot him out of his dreary trance. "What? Romefellar is going bankrupt? How, when, what happened?"
"Oh, she didn't tell you? Lady Une and I are big stockholders, so we knew about it since yesterday. Didn't she tell you?"
He had a very hurt look on his face. "N-No, she didn't tell me ." he trailed off.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Quatre. I'll let you go now. Tell me if you get any update on her."
The image on the screen instantly turned black. He put his head between his elbows as he put it on his desk, thinking terrible things.
"She's gone, and she probably has no money. Where is she? What if something happens? Oh god, please protect her."
****
Meanwhile, across the town, deep in the slums, Dorothy was just waking up. She had the worst headache and she was so sore all over. Why was that? She didn't want to know at the moment She even refused to open her eyes. She heard some clanging and clattering noises coming from not too far away. She didn't even remember where she was. Where was Quatre? She opened her eyes to see the inside of her eyeshade. She moaned, half out of sleepiness, and half out of pain.
"Uhh, God, my head."
She lifted her eyeshade and much to her disgust, she was where she thought she was, in the cheap ass crumby apartment that belonged to Trevor. Suddenly, she looked at where she was. Wait a minute, what was she doing in his bed, and almost naked? She pulled the disgusting bed sheet over herself. She tossed out the eyeshade. She didn't even remember putting it on. Hell, she didn't remember anything from last night. Why was she almost naked? Her view was tainted again by the image of the bastard coming into view.
"Hey hey Sunshine. How are you this morning?"
"I feel like shit," she said bluntly. Every part of her body was in pain. Even.why did it hurt down there? She clutched her head. "What did you do?"
He faked an innocent face. "What do you mean?"
She was ready to spit nails at him. "What the hell do you think I mean you mother f**knig son of a bitch?! It's not perfectly natural that I woke up in your bed, not remembering anything with my whole body hurting and migraine that could kill an elephant." She looked down. Blood? 'Oh f**k,' she thought. She put her head down, almost laughing. "Trevor, just tell me what you did."
"You sure you want to know?" He beamed annoyingly.
She wanted to bite his head off. "You didn't by any chance drug me and rape me and that's why I'm sore, in your bed, with a migraine and there's blood everywhere, is that right?"
He snapped. "Damn, you got it. And you put up some fight, but you were pretty good nonetheless."
She gritted her teeth. "Fan-bloody-tastic. Just great." She saw her ripped clothes on the ground, but couldn't see her duffel bags. She gave him an evil look. "Where did you put my stuff, Trevor?"
He smiled an annoyingly bright smile. "I just went through them before I shoved them in the closet." He pointed to the little door. "Good luck finding them again. Oh, yeah and I hid your gun, so you can't use that on me again." He turned and picked up a picture on the table he had found. "Lookie what I found. So this is you and your rich-bitch boyfriend, huh?"
She gasped as he dangled the picture in front of her. She snatched it out of his hand. "Don't you DARE touch this. This is all I have left of him."
He scoffed as he entered the kitchen, which was covered in junk. "He doesn't seem so great to me, just a little pretty boy who wouldn't last a minute out here." He looked at her, almost with a pinch of admiration. "But you can last out here, you're not like them."
"Don't you tell me what I'm like and what I'm not like. That is so not for you to decide, you bastard." She got herself up and looked around the dump. There were old boxes of Chinese food and pizza everywhere. "Geez, would it kill you to clean this hellhole a little bit?"
"Actually, it would, I don't do cleaning. And why should I?"
She shook her head. She regretted ever coming here. But she knew she couldn't leave, she didn't have her gun or her stuff. She tightened the bloody sheet around herself and walked to the closet. She opened it and was knocked down by a stream of random junk, including several plastic bags. She dug herself out of the garbage heap to look for her duffel bags, being careful not to let the sheet fall off of her. As she found her duffel bags, she looked at the plastic bags with different colored powders and needles in them. She turned to him. "So, this is how you keep this apartment? Selling drugs? How low can you go Trevor, honestly."
He flexed his muscles and came up from behind her and tried to put his arms around her. She struggled immensely, but he was a little too strong for her. He slowly tried to slip her sheet off, but she one-upped him by kicking him in the groin, sending him to the floor. She grabbed her bags and ran to the door.
"You know what, I don't care if I have to face him, I'm not living here with you, the ex-boyfriend from hell!! See ya Trevor." She attempted to open the door, but was horrified to discover that she couldn't. She tried to kick it down, but it did no good. She grabbed the doorknob and tried to pull it and twist it with all her might. But it was in vain. She just couldn't open it. He weakly got up from off the floor and stumbled to where she was.
"Ha, you thought you could leave, didn't you? Well sorry to say, you can't."
She sent him a death glare, much like Heero's and screamed," Omae o Korosu!!"
He scoffed, pulling her to him. "No, I don't think you're going to kill me, not without your gun. And besides," he looked down as she was smacking him, "where would you go? You told me yourself that you couldn't face anyone you knew, and here is the only place you could go to disappear. You can't go anywhere else, just face it."
She pushed him up from off of her. She banged her fist against the wall in anger, but accidentally knocked a painting down, though she didn't care. She knew he was right. She had nowhere else to go.
"Besides, you tolerated me once, remember?"
He seemed almost sad, but she didn't care. She shook her head remembering the terrible memories of when they lived together. He was a controlling bastard and she couldn't stand him. She nodded nonetheless. "You're right, Trevor. I tolerated you once. But I never loved you. Sure, the sex was great, and I really liked you at one point, but you're a controlling son of a bitch, and I can't stand you. But I'm willing to compromise if you will. Don't drug and rape me anymore and," she swallowed hard, "I'll do what you want, if I feel like it." He looked skeptically at her. "That's the best I can do, take it or leave it."
He shook his head, but nodded. "Alright, deal. Now if you'll excuse me," he took out his baggy pants and big trench coat, "I have to get to work. You can do what you want, but you can't leave this apartment complex. That's my deal, got it?"
She nodded glumly. "Fine, if you agree to my deal only."
He nodded again. "Fair enough. We lived together before, I bet we can pull it off again." He tipped her chin before he unlocked the door, smiled, and left. She was all alone now in this tiny spot of a room. She unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out some clothes. She gently unwrapped the sheet and was horrified to find bruises all over her body. Even.down below. She put on her clothes and made her way to the kitchen to try to salvage some edible food out the catastrophe of this excuse for a kitchen. She was shocked to discover that there was an unopened frozen dinner in his freezer. She popped it in the microwave, after searching for 5 minutes to find it. As it was cooking, she looked around the place.
"Now I remember why I dumped him, this and the fact that he flung a knife at my head." She took out her frozen dinner. It seemed to be all right. She ate it savagely; she was so starving. After she finished, she threw the container in the room, as she couldn't find the garbage pail. She solemnly walked through the tiny speck of an apartment. This was hell. This was at least some form of hell. But she felt she deserved it. She felt terrible about what she said to Quatre. But she couldn't face him now. She had proven herself to be a selfish bitch in his eyes, so she thought. She was very surprised to find that the door was open. She thought about running away, but where could she go? She was in the slums now, and these thuds would have a field day with an unescorted woman. She walked outside on the balcony, to get some somewhat fresh air, but she still coughed when she inhaled it. She looked next to her and saw what looked like a hooker leaving the apartment next door. She was counting her money, and a very old man closed the door behind her. She saw Dorothy and smiled.
"Hey there."
"Hi."
She walked up next to Dorothy and leaned on the balcony. "Whatcha doin here?"
"I'm thinking."
"Thinking?" she looked at her like she was crazy. "What do you need to think about? Oh never mind." She stared off into space with her. "You must be new around here. I'm Felinia. And who are you?"
"Dorothy," she answered without looking at the raven-haired girl.
"Nice to meet ya. Are you a hooker too?"
She looked at her with a very strange face. "No, actually. I'm just sort of hiding out here."
She motioned to the door she had just came out of. "You're living with Trevor?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Oh sure, I really know him. One of my best clients in fact." She said proudly.
"Really," Dorothy looked at her. It didn't surprise her at all. "That's nice."
There was a long awkward silence, then Felinia said, "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna be late for work. I guess I'll see ya later then." She bolted off without even looking back. Dorothy watched as Felinia got into a big black car with 3 men inside. "Good luck, whore..." she said as she went back inside. She sat down on the coach and stared at her picture. She looked so happy in it. 'Of course I was happy. I had Quatre then, he actually loved me. I bet he doesn't anymore.'
"But I still love you, Quatre," she said to her picture, stroking his hair in it. "I'll always love you, no matter what."
Author's Note: If you're wondering what it is I'm doing, well you'll just have to find out. But I won't post the next part, unless I get reviews from all you good people!
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Love will not Die
Part X
By, Silver Fox
On that fateful night, both Quatre and Dorothy felt themselves slowly dying inside. Their once perfect relationship was now in shambles, if not totally destroyed. Though they were worlds apart, they still felt each other's feelings, and they were the same as theirs, broken, betrayed, and empty. Quatre had returned to his giant mansion, and now, though it always had been huge, it seemed so empty. He got himself a towel and went into Dorothy's room. He was still crying. He had said things that he knew he shouldn't have said. He looked under her desk and was shocked to find fingernail scratches and a huge, head sized dent. He returned to his room. As his blue green eyes stared at the moon, far away across town deep in the slums, a pair of soft crystal blue eyes were doing the exact same thing, staring at the moon and thinking. Both of them were incredibly sorry, incredibly hurt, but also incredibly angry. While they both did miss each other terribly, they still each felt the same on the whole baby issue. When they both went to sleep, Quatre on his luxurious bed and Dorothy on a crappy coach couch, they both simultaneously said the same thing.
"I'm sorry, but I know I'm right. Please come back to me."
****
Quatre awoke the next morning to see the sun shining in his bedroom window. He squirmed in his bed, trying to open his eyes and get up. He spoke.
"Dorothy? Are you there?"
"Hush," she said, putting a finger to his lips. He smiled upon seeing her. "Oh Dorothy, I had the most terrible dream. I dreamt that we had a big fight and you left and I was crying and-,"
She smiled and took his head in her hands. "That wasn't a dream, sweetie, this is. I'm not really here." She leaned down and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back, not caring that she wasn't real, just wanting to be with her.
"What, do you mean, you're not real?" He said, in between their caressing each other.
"I mean, dear, that you're dreaming. I really did leave, but I can tell you where I went."
They were still kissing when he pulled back. "Where did you go?"
"I'm went to-,"
Quatre jolted up in his bed, discovering he was alone. She had been just a dream. But that meant.He put his head in his hands.
"She is gone."
He stared sadly out the window. He was hurt so badly, and felt so guilty. But, in a way, he felt that he was right and she was wrong. "I know she was wrong, but so was I. I shouldn't have freaked out about it. I still won't give up that baby." He got out of bed and pulled his clothes out of his dresser and started to put them on. "I don't think I can get over her. God, I was so stupid!" He threw a vase against the wall and leaned his back against the other wall. "I never expected that she'd actually leave! If I thought for a second that she would," he hung his head. "Then I would have held my stupid tongue. And maybe she'd be here." He finished getting dressed and opened another one of his curtains.
"Now I have no choice but to live without her now. Five bucks says I'll be dead by the end of the day." He stared outside, looking for something to look at to take his mind off of this. The only thing worth watching that he found were two birds cuddling together. But watching this made his heart ache, so he thrust the curtain closed. He tried to act confident and walked out of his room toward the kitchen. Every one of the staff members in the kitchen dropped what they were doing and stared at him as he entered. 'Great,' he thought, 'People stare at me in my own house.' He wiped his red- rimmed eyes and nodded toward the staff.
"Hello. Please, don't worry about me, get back to your work."
Everyone nodded to him and went back to their business. Though, Quatre felt that they were still looking at him strangely. He himself was trying his hardest to act calm, cool and collected, like nothing had happened. He picked up his tea and paper and turned to Rashid.
"So Rashid, how's that big case coming? Is there anything else I need to do for it?"
Rashid, obviously surprised by his not being destroyed, shook his head. "Why no, Master Quatre. Everything's finished for that. But, we could use some work with our stock investments."
"Great, I'll work on that today before my meeting," he said casually as he sipped his tea, reading his paper. "I see the Dow Jones is down again, big surprise there, huh?"
Rashid laughed nervously with him, though he felt very awkward doing so. Something was obviously wrong, but why wouldn't he show it? He was very worried to say the least. "Master Quatre, could I talk to you in your office after breakfast?"
"Of course Rashid." His eyes finally looked into his. "There's something I want to talk to you about as well."
He jumped inside at the cold glare of the young man's eyes staring into his. But he merely nodded in agreement. "Y-yes Master Quatre."
Once breakfast was over, the tall dark haired man followed the shorter platinum golden haired one. As they entered his office, Rashid closed the door as Quatre sat down at his desk. "Please, sit down," he gestured.
He obeyed, and sat down opposite of him. "Master Quatre, I wanted to ask you, well are you alright?"
"Of course I am Rashid, why wouldn't I be?"
He fidgeted in his seat. "Well, um, I was just worried about you. You know, after," his voice had a nasty tone at the next word, "Dorothy fought with you and then just up and left.I wanted to make sure you weren't to upset about it."
Quatre didn't look at him while he talked, but after he was done he stared him in the eye. "First of all, I didn't like the tone of voice you used when you said Dorothy's name. Please remember that I still love her, and I will not tolerate disrespect of her from anyone, including you. Is that clear?"
"Y-Yes Master Quatre."
"Now, as you informed me last night, you also talked to her yesterday." He put his feet up on the desk. "Now I want you to tell me exactly what was said, and leave nothing out."
Rashid gave a nervous sigh as he told Quatre everything about the talk with Dorothy, even how he felt about her. When he was done, Quatre put his feet down and leaned over his desk to make sure Rashid would get his point.
"Alright Rashid, now listen to me. Are you listening?"
"Yes Master Quatre."
"I'm very disappointed in what you did. You had neither the place nor the authority to say such things. And another thing, you disrespected Dorothy. You do not have to like her. You can hate her if you want, it's your opinion, not mine. But even if you don't like her, I expected you to show respect to her. I trust you won't make that mistake again."
"N-No Master Quatre, I give you my word that I won't do that again."
"Good. Now the second thing, I want you to organize a search effort to find her. I have no idea where she went, but I will find her. You have to get search teams involved for me, can you do that?"
"Um, of course I can, Master Quatre. But."
"But what?"
"Well, if she ran away like that, don't you think that for the time being she doesn't want to be found?"
He banged his fist on the table, anger swelling within him. "I don't care if she doesn't want to be found, I want to apologize to her and let her tell me she doesn't want to be found! If she tells me herself she doesn't want to be found, then I'll listen to her, but I want to know that she's ok! God, if something happens to her, I'll never forgive myself." He breathed heavily for a moment before he turned his head back up to see Rashid. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master Quatre."
"Good." he logged onto his computer and focused intensely on the screen. "You may go now," he said without looking up.
He stood up. "Y-Yes Master Quatre, as you wish." He turned on his heel and left the room swiftly. As he closed the door, he mumbled to himself.
"I knew it, she's got him brainwashed." Luckily for him, Quatre didn't hear him. Quatre was only focused on his screen. He was using his videophone. The person on the other end picked up.
"Hello, this is, oh Quatre it's you."
"Yes, it's me. How have you been?"
"Well I've been doing alright, and yourself?"
"Well, Marimeia, I haven't been so well. You see, Dorothy and I had a huge fight, and now she's gone."
The red haired younger girl put her hand to her mouth. "Oh no, I'm sorry."
"Yes, and I figured since you're her only living relative, I should tell you."
"Cousin Dorothy's gone? Oh geez. Well, Quatre do you know where she went?"
He sighed. "I haven't got a clue. That's why I called you. I take it from your reaction she didn't go there."
"No, she's not here. We actually haven't spoken in a few years. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, you don't have to apologize to me of all people. But, do you know any possible places she could have gone? Anywhere at all, like an old friend's or," he gulped slightly, "an old boyfriend's?"
She thought for a while, and then lifted her head again. "No, I'm sorry, I don't know anyone she would have gone to. But she most likely would have had to go to someone, what with Romefellar going bankrupt."
Hearing this violently shot him out of his dreary trance. "What? Romefellar is going bankrupt? How, when, what happened?"
"Oh, she didn't tell you? Lady Une and I are big stockholders, so we knew about it since yesterday. Didn't she tell you?"
He had a very hurt look on his face. "N-No, she didn't tell me ." he trailed off.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Quatre. I'll let you go now. Tell me if you get any update on her."
The image on the screen instantly turned black. He put his head between his elbows as he put it on his desk, thinking terrible things.
"She's gone, and she probably has no money. Where is she? What if something happens? Oh god, please protect her."
****
Meanwhile, across the town, deep in the slums, Dorothy was just waking up. She had the worst headache and she was so sore all over. Why was that? She didn't want to know at the moment She even refused to open her eyes. She heard some clanging and clattering noises coming from not too far away. She didn't even remember where she was. Where was Quatre? She opened her eyes to see the inside of her eyeshade. She moaned, half out of sleepiness, and half out of pain.
"Uhh, God, my head."
She lifted her eyeshade and much to her disgust, she was where she thought she was, in the cheap ass crumby apartment that belonged to Trevor. Suddenly, she looked at where she was. Wait a minute, what was she doing in his bed, and almost naked? She pulled the disgusting bed sheet over herself. She tossed out the eyeshade. She didn't even remember putting it on. Hell, she didn't remember anything from last night. Why was she almost naked? Her view was tainted again by the image of the bastard coming into view.
"Hey hey Sunshine. How are you this morning?"
"I feel like shit," she said bluntly. Every part of her body was in pain. Even.why did it hurt down there? She clutched her head. "What did you do?"
He faked an innocent face. "What do you mean?"
She was ready to spit nails at him. "What the hell do you think I mean you mother f**knig son of a bitch?! It's not perfectly natural that I woke up in your bed, not remembering anything with my whole body hurting and migraine that could kill an elephant." She looked down. Blood? 'Oh f**k,' she thought. She put her head down, almost laughing. "Trevor, just tell me what you did."
"You sure you want to know?" He beamed annoyingly.
She wanted to bite his head off. "You didn't by any chance drug me and rape me and that's why I'm sore, in your bed, with a migraine and there's blood everywhere, is that right?"
He snapped. "Damn, you got it. And you put up some fight, but you were pretty good nonetheless."
She gritted her teeth. "Fan-bloody-tastic. Just great." She saw her ripped clothes on the ground, but couldn't see her duffel bags. She gave him an evil look. "Where did you put my stuff, Trevor?"
He smiled an annoyingly bright smile. "I just went through them before I shoved them in the closet." He pointed to the little door. "Good luck finding them again. Oh, yeah and I hid your gun, so you can't use that on me again." He turned and picked up a picture on the table he had found. "Lookie what I found. So this is you and your rich-bitch boyfriend, huh?"
She gasped as he dangled the picture in front of her. She snatched it out of his hand. "Don't you DARE touch this. This is all I have left of him."
He scoffed as he entered the kitchen, which was covered in junk. "He doesn't seem so great to me, just a little pretty boy who wouldn't last a minute out here." He looked at her, almost with a pinch of admiration. "But you can last out here, you're not like them."
"Don't you tell me what I'm like and what I'm not like. That is so not for you to decide, you bastard." She got herself up and looked around the dump. There were old boxes of Chinese food and pizza everywhere. "Geez, would it kill you to clean this hellhole a little bit?"
"Actually, it would, I don't do cleaning. And why should I?"
She shook her head. She regretted ever coming here. But she knew she couldn't leave, she didn't have her gun or her stuff. She tightened the bloody sheet around herself and walked to the closet. She opened it and was knocked down by a stream of random junk, including several plastic bags. She dug herself out of the garbage heap to look for her duffel bags, being careful not to let the sheet fall off of her. As she found her duffel bags, she looked at the plastic bags with different colored powders and needles in them. She turned to him. "So, this is how you keep this apartment? Selling drugs? How low can you go Trevor, honestly."
He flexed his muscles and came up from behind her and tried to put his arms around her. She struggled immensely, but he was a little too strong for her. He slowly tried to slip her sheet off, but she one-upped him by kicking him in the groin, sending him to the floor. She grabbed her bags and ran to the door.
"You know what, I don't care if I have to face him, I'm not living here with you, the ex-boyfriend from hell!! See ya Trevor." She attempted to open the door, but was horrified to discover that she couldn't. She tried to kick it down, but it did no good. She grabbed the doorknob and tried to pull it and twist it with all her might. But it was in vain. She just couldn't open it. He weakly got up from off the floor and stumbled to where she was.
"Ha, you thought you could leave, didn't you? Well sorry to say, you can't."
She sent him a death glare, much like Heero's and screamed," Omae o Korosu!!"
He scoffed, pulling her to him. "No, I don't think you're going to kill me, not without your gun. And besides," he looked down as she was smacking him, "where would you go? You told me yourself that you couldn't face anyone you knew, and here is the only place you could go to disappear. You can't go anywhere else, just face it."
She pushed him up from off of her. She banged her fist against the wall in anger, but accidentally knocked a painting down, though she didn't care. She knew he was right. She had nowhere else to go.
"Besides, you tolerated me once, remember?"
He seemed almost sad, but she didn't care. She shook her head remembering the terrible memories of when they lived together. He was a controlling bastard and she couldn't stand him. She nodded nonetheless. "You're right, Trevor. I tolerated you once. But I never loved you. Sure, the sex was great, and I really liked you at one point, but you're a controlling son of a bitch, and I can't stand you. But I'm willing to compromise if you will. Don't drug and rape me anymore and," she swallowed hard, "I'll do what you want, if I feel like it." He looked skeptically at her. "That's the best I can do, take it or leave it."
He shook his head, but nodded. "Alright, deal. Now if you'll excuse me," he took out his baggy pants and big trench coat, "I have to get to work. You can do what you want, but you can't leave this apartment complex. That's my deal, got it?"
She nodded glumly. "Fine, if you agree to my deal only."
He nodded again. "Fair enough. We lived together before, I bet we can pull it off again." He tipped her chin before he unlocked the door, smiled, and left. She was all alone now in this tiny spot of a room. She unzipped her duffel bag and pulled out some clothes. She gently unwrapped the sheet and was horrified to find bruises all over her body. Even.down below. She put on her clothes and made her way to the kitchen to try to salvage some edible food out the catastrophe of this excuse for a kitchen. She was shocked to discover that there was an unopened frozen dinner in his freezer. She popped it in the microwave, after searching for 5 minutes to find it. As it was cooking, she looked around the place.
"Now I remember why I dumped him, this and the fact that he flung a knife at my head." She took out her frozen dinner. It seemed to be all right. She ate it savagely; she was so starving. After she finished, she threw the container in the room, as she couldn't find the garbage pail. She solemnly walked through the tiny speck of an apartment. This was hell. This was at least some form of hell. But she felt she deserved it. She felt terrible about what she said to Quatre. But she couldn't face him now. She had proven herself to be a selfish bitch in his eyes, so she thought. She was very surprised to find that the door was open. She thought about running away, but where could she go? She was in the slums now, and these thuds would have a field day with an unescorted woman. She walked outside on the balcony, to get some somewhat fresh air, but she still coughed when she inhaled it. She looked next to her and saw what looked like a hooker leaving the apartment next door. She was counting her money, and a very old man closed the door behind her. She saw Dorothy and smiled.
"Hey there."
"Hi."
She walked up next to Dorothy and leaned on the balcony. "Whatcha doin here?"
"I'm thinking."
"Thinking?" she looked at her like she was crazy. "What do you need to think about? Oh never mind." She stared off into space with her. "You must be new around here. I'm Felinia. And who are you?"
"Dorothy," she answered without looking at the raven-haired girl.
"Nice to meet ya. Are you a hooker too?"
She looked at her with a very strange face. "No, actually. I'm just sort of hiding out here."
She motioned to the door she had just came out of. "You're living with Trevor?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Oh sure, I really know him. One of my best clients in fact." She said proudly.
"Really," Dorothy looked at her. It didn't surprise her at all. "That's nice."
There was a long awkward silence, then Felinia said, "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna be late for work. I guess I'll see ya later then." She bolted off without even looking back. Dorothy watched as Felinia got into a big black car with 3 men inside. "Good luck, whore..." she said as she went back inside. She sat down on the coach and stared at her picture. She looked so happy in it. 'Of course I was happy. I had Quatre then, he actually loved me. I bet he doesn't anymore.'
"But I still love you, Quatre," she said to her picture, stroking his hair in it. "I'll always love you, no matter what."
Author's Note: If you're wondering what it is I'm doing, well you'll just have to find out. But I won't post the next part, unless I get reviews from all you good people!