Author's Note: I guess this is gonna be a short chapter. I'm tired . . . .
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Serena was asleep on the middle of his bed. Groaning, he unzipped his jeans and pulled off his shirt. Then pulled the covers and hopped (ok, climbed) into his bed, his cold hand waking Serena up.
Before she realized what was that cold object on her warm body, she was already in her Guardian's hands.
The next thing she smelt was alcohol and the odor of cigarrets. Jerking out of his embrace, she accidentally landed on the floor. After getting up, she stared at him in disbelief. Oh no, not again, Serena pleaded.
He looked up. "Come back 'ere. . . " he said. She noticed he was drunk right away. Of course, he didn't realize that drinking alcohol he would actually be so drunk and . . . so . . . quickly. Duh, he didn't even drink a bottle of one for a whole year, except well, on some occasions like Christmas and those important holidays.
Her imagination started running wild with what he might do to her. Did Dr. Anderson lie to me about him not drinking? If so, why? Serena thought bitterly. Darien raised his body and looked at her with fully - opened eyes.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby." He whispered, gesturing for her to come back into bed with him. But she just stood there frozen, trying to change the subject in her mind to how to get away; his side of the bed was by the door. . .
Finally, she got her voice back just when he started getting out of bed. But she couldn't think of anything smart to say. "D - don't -- touch me!"
He sighed.
He got out of bed and headed towards her. Thinking hard, Serena thought of a not-so-smart way out of his dark bedroom. She leapt for the bed and ran on it and down to the door. Then to the bathroom and locked it quickly finding the lock on the doorknob.
She sighed a sigh of relief as she slid down the door and to the cold floor after turning the light on. Serena felt the tremors as Darien banged on the door. That was when the reality came back. She hugged her knees as she felt the throbbing pain come back slowly and run up her leg. Hot tears burst through her eyes. Hot, wet, saulty tears. Everything wrong that happened to her came back as a strip of a comic strip, everything blurry in her own head.
Her parents were dead. She got almost raped by the guy she wanted to trust. Lost the trust in the doctor, Dr. Anderson. Now what? Wait until her death in that dim bathroom? If she would come out, well, she didn't really want to think about it at all, but the more she tried to clear it away, it kept on coming more.
On the other side of the door, Darien heard Serena's sobbing. He knew she was sitting against the door. He stopped and listened.
"Fuck you!" Serena screamed, raising her head. Then dropping it back down. "I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life," she kept repeating, muttering several times.
The next day, early in the morning, she walked to the hospital where Dr. Anderson worked witht he intention of telling her feelings about her and everything.
When she arrived, she was taken to Dr. Anderson's office where the young woman sat at her desk. "Miss Kamingston!" She exclaimed after seeing her walk in. "Where's Mr. Shields?"
"H - he's at his apartment." Serena whispered and sat down without the doctor offering yet.
"How come he isn't with you? How did you get here? What's wrong?" The questions poured out of Dr. Anderson's mouth.
Serena didn't look up. She kept talking in a low voice. "I walked here."
"Walked! You must be tired? But . . . what's wrong? You seem very down?"
Serena sighed heavily. Then looked up at the woman in front of her. She tried building up a strong face but couldn't. She wanted to scream in Dr. Anderson's face that she lied to her, that that creep raped her and that he does drink, and that she couldn't live without her parents. But for some reason, nothing of that came out. "N - nothing, really."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Why did you come here and walked too?" Dr. Anderson asked, leaning against her desk and looking into Serena's eyes.
"I just . . . never mind. I was going somewhere and well, I don't really know why I stopped by." Serena smiled, but her faking wasn't very good. "So I better go. Sorry to bother you, Dr. Anderson."
"It's alright. Come any time, Miss. . . . . . " she watched as Serena walked away, closing the door behind. Then she sighed.
Now what? If Serena went back to his apartment which is the only shelter something bad might happen. But she couldn't walk around out in this hot day. Molly's house was too far. Mina's was by Molly's.
"Great . . . " She whispered as a car passed by. But it stopped before it passed her. The window rolled down. And a face looked out of it.
"Serena?" Darien opened the door and walked toward her. Serena backed away. "I was worried sick about you. I woke up and you were no where to be seen. Where . . . . What's wrong?"
Obviously he was so drunk he didn't even know what happened, did he? Serena thought. She stopped.
"Let's go home. Come on," He gestured.
"No. . . . I don't want that to happen again!" With those final words, she started running the oposite way, with Darien left behind wondering what those words had meant.
Serena was asleep on the middle of his bed. Groaning, he unzipped his jeans and pulled off his shirt. Then pulled the covers and hopped (ok, climbed) into his bed, his cold hand waking Serena up.
Before she realized what was that cold object on her warm body, she was already in her Guardian's hands.
The next thing she smelt was alcohol and the odor of cigarrets. Jerking out of his embrace, she accidentally landed on the floor. After getting up, she stared at him in disbelief. Oh no, not again, Serena pleaded.
He looked up. "Come back 'ere. . . " he said. She noticed he was drunk right away. Of course, he didn't realize that drinking alcohol he would actually be so drunk and . . . so . . . quickly. Duh, he didn't even drink a bottle of one for a whole year, except well, on some occasions like Christmas and those important holidays.
Her imagination started running wild with what he might do to her. Did Dr. Anderson lie to me about him not drinking? If so, why? Serena thought bitterly. Darien raised his body and looked at her with fully - opened eyes.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby." He whispered, gesturing for her to come back into bed with him. But she just stood there frozen, trying to change the subject in her mind to how to get away; his side of the bed was by the door. . .
Finally, she got her voice back just when he started getting out of bed. But she couldn't think of anything smart to say. "D - don't -- touch me!"
He sighed.
He got out of bed and headed towards her. Thinking hard, Serena thought of a not-so-smart way out of his dark bedroom. She leapt for the bed and ran on it and down to the door. Then to the bathroom and locked it quickly finding the lock on the doorknob.
She sighed a sigh of relief as she slid down the door and to the cold floor after turning the light on. Serena felt the tremors as Darien banged on the door. That was when the reality came back. She hugged her knees as she felt the throbbing pain come back slowly and run up her leg. Hot tears burst through her eyes. Hot, wet, saulty tears. Everything wrong that happened to her came back as a strip of a comic strip, everything blurry in her own head.
Her parents were dead. She got almost raped by the guy she wanted to trust. Lost the trust in the doctor, Dr. Anderson. Now what? Wait until her death in that dim bathroom? If she would come out, well, she didn't really want to think about it at all, but the more she tried to clear it away, it kept on coming more.
On the other side of the door, Darien heard Serena's sobbing. He knew she was sitting against the door. He stopped and listened.
"Fuck you!" Serena screamed, raising her head. Then dropping it back down. "I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life," she kept repeating, muttering several times.
The next day, early in the morning, she walked to the hospital where Dr. Anderson worked witht he intention of telling her feelings about her and everything.
When she arrived, she was taken to Dr. Anderson's office where the young woman sat at her desk. "Miss Kamingston!" She exclaimed after seeing her walk in. "Where's Mr. Shields?"
"H - he's at his apartment." Serena whispered and sat down without the doctor offering yet.
"How come he isn't with you? How did you get here? What's wrong?" The questions poured out of Dr. Anderson's mouth.
Serena didn't look up. She kept talking in a low voice. "I walked here."
"Walked! You must be tired? But . . . what's wrong? You seem very down?"
Serena sighed heavily. Then looked up at the woman in front of her. She tried building up a strong face but couldn't. She wanted to scream in Dr. Anderson's face that she lied to her, that that creep raped her and that he does drink, and that she couldn't live without her parents. But for some reason, nothing of that came out. "N - nothing, really."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Why did you come here and walked too?" Dr. Anderson asked, leaning against her desk and looking into Serena's eyes.
"I just . . . never mind. I was going somewhere and well, I don't really know why I stopped by." Serena smiled, but her faking wasn't very good. "So I better go. Sorry to bother you, Dr. Anderson."
"It's alright. Come any time, Miss. . . . . . " she watched as Serena walked away, closing the door behind. Then she sighed.
Now what? If Serena went back to his apartment which is the only shelter something bad might happen. But she couldn't walk around out in this hot day. Molly's house was too far. Mina's was by Molly's.
"Great . . . " She whispered as a car passed by. But it stopped before it passed her. The window rolled down. And a face looked out of it.
"Serena?" Darien opened the door and walked toward her. Serena backed away. "I was worried sick about you. I woke up and you were no where to be seen. Where . . . . What's wrong?"
Obviously he was so drunk he didn't even know what happened, did he? Serena thought. She stopped.
"Let's go home. Come on," He gestured.
"No. . . . I don't want that to happen again!" With those final words, she started running the oposite way, with Darien left behind wondering what those words had meant.