Part 6 Because All Stories End
He gripped her arm with a fierceness he had never shown to her before. Chloe gritted her teeth to keep herself from hissing in pain. She would not show him how much he hurt her. It was nowhere near the pain he could show her she caused. She knew that much for a fact.
"God, Lex," she said, with all her apology in her eyes.
His nostrils flared at the sound of her voice. She could almost feel the way he sucked in his breath. She forced herself to keep his gaze on her. Even though she wanted to cringe away in shame, she held his eyes.
"I didn't really know you then," she started.
"Shut up," he whispered raggedly, as if those words required too much effort to say. "Shut up."
"Lex-"
And she had no right to cry because she was not the victim this time. But she did. And he hated her so much for acting like she was the one who got hurt in this entire situation. He pulled her roughly until she stumbled into his arms. Lex forced his mouth on hers, bruising, and she could only moan at the way the inner skin of her lips grated against her teeth, cutter the tender flesh.
And while it hurt, she was vaguely aware that this would probably be the last time he would hold her close. Chloe held his head between her palms and pushed him closer, searching with her tongue for his and wrapping hers around it. She shook off the thought that although she was desperate for him now, because she loved him too much to accept that she would lose him without a final kiss, he was doing this because he was angry.
Her hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers, trembling, fumbled with the buttons. Before she was even aware that he took the task to himself, his shirt was off his shoulders and her hands eagerly explored the smooth skin she was so afraid she would never touch again.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
And he only replied again, "Shut up."
The red gown she had been wearing pooled around her ankles, leaving her wearing nothing but the diamond he placed on her finger, before Lionel Luthor, before their world shattered around them.
"How can someone who looks like an angel be such a devil's bitch?" he asked so softly. Chloe's eyes followed his pants as they dropped on the floor.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him to the bed. Chloe grasped his upper arms tightly, unwilling to let him do. "I didn't want to. I swear I was going to-" Her words were muffled when he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
"Lex-"
His knee pushed her legs apart and she welcomed him, even in his anger. Lex pushed his way into her, thrusting heavily. Despite her fear, she found herself welcoming him into her body and she sighed together with the tears that soaked the silk pillow case. It had to appear so deranged, the way he pounded into her while refusing to meet her eyes. Lex focused on the window, on the clock, on the sheet just below their entwined fingers, on the headrest where her one free hand gripped. He focused everywhere except for her, and it broke her heart more than knowing that he was furious.
He came quietly, pulling out of her and spilling on her things and the bed. Lex rolled away from her and picked up his pants. The feel of his semen spattered outside of her womb gave her the urge to throw up. He did not even want to come inside her.
When he strode out the room and slammed the door shut, Chloe quickly ran to the closet and slipped on her white nightgown. She threw open the bedroom door. "Lex!" she called, but he didn't stop. "Please talk to me. Don't let this ruin us," she pleaded.
"What will it ruin?" he demanded. "You came here searching for me, for my fucking father, Chloe!"
"It's not what you think!" She ran towards him. "I am so in love with you it hurts me."
He stopped just at the top of the staircase. "Don't lie to me," he spat out curtly, not turning to look at her. "The deception is over, Chloe. Dad spilled the beans. You think I'll still believe any word that comes out of your mouth?"
Chloe walked slowly towards him, silently asking him to look at her. Maybe if he did, and he saw the sincerity in her eyes, he would believe her. "Lex."
He turned around and saw her, radiant in white and her face streaked with tears. The makeup that had earlier made her so regal now ran over her cheeks but she still appeared so innocent. "Go fuck someone else's life."
"God, don't do this to us," she begged, pained. Chloe reached for him, but at the exact same time Lex shifted away abruptly, needing to be away, to drink, to think, to kill himself so he would not have to suffer through the day knowing the woman he loved was working for the bastard that spawned him.
Air between her fingers, Chloe stumbled over the top step. Her eyes widened and she toppled over the edge. Lex tried to grab her, but he had moved too far, too quickly, to reach her now. He watched in horror and Chloe in white silk and bare skin hit each step in a steady descent, twisted limbs and a shock of blonde thrown over her face.
He stopped breathing, his face blanched of blood. He stared at the figure at the bottom, a broken heap of Chloe in her white gown hiked up around her thighs. A dark pool gathered just below her waist, and his own terror blanked his brain when he realized that blood was coming from between her legs. Paralyzed on the top step, he looked on, uncomprehending.
There was a loud rapping coming from the front door. Lex never heard it end or the door thrown open by its hinges.
Lucas burst into the room and looked down at the prone body on the floor. "What did you do?!!" a voice demanded, one that Lex only vaguely heard but his brain never processed. "What the fuck did you do to her?!!"
The younger Luthor dropped down on his knees beside Chloe and reached for her neck. "I need an ambulance now! She's still got a pulse. Yes. No, I can't ask him. He's looking down at us with no reaction at all. I don't give a shit about giving him first aid for shock! There's a woman bleeding on the floor here. Send us the ambulance!"
He dropped the phone on the floor and tremulously pushed the hair away from her face. "You'll be all right," he whispered repeatedly. "Don't move her. Don't move her." Lucas held his hand over her mouth and closed his eyes, praying to feel her breathing steadily on his palm. His eyes fell to all the blood.
He looked up to see if his brother was over his shock now. He would know what to do while waiting for the ambulance. Lucas only saw Lex Luthor sitting on the top step, staring down passively at a point close to Chloe.
"You'll never see her again, Lex," he told his brother. "You do know that."
Lex sat still, unflinching.
He gripped her arm with a fierceness he had never shown to her before. Chloe gritted her teeth to keep herself from hissing in pain. She would not show him how much he hurt her. It was nowhere near the pain he could show her she caused. She knew that much for a fact.
"God, Lex," she said, with all her apology in her eyes.
His nostrils flared at the sound of her voice. She could almost feel the way he sucked in his breath. She forced herself to keep his gaze on her. Even though she wanted to cringe away in shame, she held his eyes.
"I didn't really know you then," she started.
"Shut up," he whispered raggedly, as if those words required too much effort to say. "Shut up."
"Lex-"
And she had no right to cry because she was not the victim this time. But she did. And he hated her so much for acting like she was the one who got hurt in this entire situation. He pulled her roughly until she stumbled into his arms. Lex forced his mouth on hers, bruising, and she could only moan at the way the inner skin of her lips grated against her teeth, cutter the tender flesh.
And while it hurt, she was vaguely aware that this would probably be the last time he would hold her close. Chloe held his head between her palms and pushed him closer, searching with her tongue for his and wrapping hers around it. She shook off the thought that although she was desperate for him now, because she loved him too much to accept that she would lose him without a final kiss, he was doing this because he was angry.
Her hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers, trembling, fumbled with the buttons. Before she was even aware that he took the task to himself, his shirt was off his shoulders and her hands eagerly explored the smooth skin she was so afraid she would never touch again.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
And he only replied again, "Shut up."
The red gown she had been wearing pooled around her ankles, leaving her wearing nothing but the diamond he placed on her finger, before Lionel Luthor, before their world shattered around them.
"How can someone who looks like an angel be such a devil's bitch?" he asked so softly. Chloe's eyes followed his pants as they dropped on the floor.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him to the bed. Chloe grasped his upper arms tightly, unwilling to let him do. "I didn't want to. I swear I was going to-" Her words were muffled when he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
"Lex-"
His knee pushed her legs apart and she welcomed him, even in his anger. Lex pushed his way into her, thrusting heavily. Despite her fear, she found herself welcoming him into her body and she sighed together with the tears that soaked the silk pillow case. It had to appear so deranged, the way he pounded into her while refusing to meet her eyes. Lex focused on the window, on the clock, on the sheet just below their entwined fingers, on the headrest where her one free hand gripped. He focused everywhere except for her, and it broke her heart more than knowing that he was furious.
He came quietly, pulling out of her and spilling on her things and the bed. Lex rolled away from her and picked up his pants. The feel of his semen spattered outside of her womb gave her the urge to throw up. He did not even want to come inside her.
When he strode out the room and slammed the door shut, Chloe quickly ran to the closet and slipped on her white nightgown. She threw open the bedroom door. "Lex!" she called, but he didn't stop. "Please talk to me. Don't let this ruin us," she pleaded.
"What will it ruin?" he demanded. "You came here searching for me, for my fucking father, Chloe!"
"It's not what you think!" She ran towards him. "I am so in love with you it hurts me."
He stopped just at the top of the staircase. "Don't lie to me," he spat out curtly, not turning to look at her. "The deception is over, Chloe. Dad spilled the beans. You think I'll still believe any word that comes out of your mouth?"
Chloe walked slowly towards him, silently asking him to look at her. Maybe if he did, and he saw the sincerity in her eyes, he would believe her. "Lex."
He turned around and saw her, radiant in white and her face streaked with tears. The makeup that had earlier made her so regal now ran over her cheeks but she still appeared so innocent. "Go fuck someone else's life."
"God, don't do this to us," she begged, pained. Chloe reached for him, but at the exact same time Lex shifted away abruptly, needing to be away, to drink, to think, to kill himself so he would not have to suffer through the day knowing the woman he loved was working for the bastard that spawned him.
Air between her fingers, Chloe stumbled over the top step. Her eyes widened and she toppled over the edge. Lex tried to grab her, but he had moved too far, too quickly, to reach her now. He watched in horror and Chloe in white silk and bare skin hit each step in a steady descent, twisted limbs and a shock of blonde thrown over her face.
He stopped breathing, his face blanched of blood. He stared at the figure at the bottom, a broken heap of Chloe in her white gown hiked up around her thighs. A dark pool gathered just below her waist, and his own terror blanked his brain when he realized that blood was coming from between her legs. Paralyzed on the top step, he looked on, uncomprehending.
There was a loud rapping coming from the front door. Lex never heard it end or the door thrown open by its hinges.
Lucas burst into the room and looked down at the prone body on the floor. "What did you do?!!" a voice demanded, one that Lex only vaguely heard but his brain never processed. "What the fuck did you do to her?!!"
The younger Luthor dropped down on his knees beside Chloe and reached for her neck. "I need an ambulance now! She's still got a pulse. Yes. No, I can't ask him. He's looking down at us with no reaction at all. I don't give a shit about giving him first aid for shock! There's a woman bleeding on the floor here. Send us the ambulance!"
He dropped the phone on the floor and tremulously pushed the hair away from her face. "You'll be all right," he whispered repeatedly. "Don't move her. Don't move her." Lucas held his hand over her mouth and closed his eyes, praying to feel her breathing steadily on his palm. His eyes fell to all the blood.
He looked up to see if his brother was over his shock now. He would know what to do while waiting for the ambulance. Lucas only saw Lex Luthor sitting on the top step, staring down passively at a point close to Chloe.
"You'll never see her again, Lex," he told his brother. "You do know that."
Lex sat still, unflinching.