Disc- I don't own X-Men, marvel does.
A/N- sorry it took so long for this chapter, hope the length makes up for it, but I had the worst writer's block ever.
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Rita looked in the full length mirror, at the knee-high black boots, the skin-tight black leather, mini skirt with small slits on each side, then to the skin tight black shirt that showed off most of her breasts. She sighed, as she put her silver hair up in the high pony tail. "Time for work I guess." Rita sighed again as she walked out the door.
It was a rather dark night as Rita walked those 2 miles to the bar, walking in the door she walked back to the counter as the men called out to her. Rita worked in the only bar that people spoke English in (A/N I know it wouldn't really happen in France but I don't feel like translating everything). "Your late honey, the men here have been waiting for their favorite waitress." Merci, a fellow waitress, told Rita as she picked up a tray that had drinks already on it and walked to the table that Merci had told her to take it to.
"Ok guys, who gets what?" Rita looked around the table at the 10 or so men and started giving them the drinks they asked for.
"Actually honey, I didn't order this drink, I remember ordering you." The man ginned and pinched Rita's ass. She stepped back and looked at him, by now she was used it, working her for a week already, the only reason she stayed was because the bar and the smell of the bar reminded her of Logan.
Rita forced a faint smile at the men and walked back to the counter, swaying her hips more then normal for the men, her boss's orders. "So Merci, what tables do I have today?" Rita asked, setting the tray down and looking around the bar, almost every table was being used by men, watching the cage fighting. Just like in America Rita thought, thinking for Logan.
"You get the back tables, and guess who's here tonight? Mike heard you were working tonight and decided to stop by." Merci put a hand on Rita's shoulder and they both sighed, Mike was about 30 and a regular customer, the problem was that he had eyes to see Rita, and two quick hands.
"Of course he is, when isn't he around when I'm working?" Rita asked sarcastically, as she walked to the back of the bar and saw Mike.
"Hello beautiful, I'd like a drink sometime soon." Mike smiled as Rita walked over to him, careful to stand a few feet away. "I want a shot of tequila and you." Mike smiled and grabbed Rita's wrist, pulling her into his lap.
It was like this every night, and every night Rita had to sit there and not say anything, or else get hurt. But this time Rita didn't want to have to take it, not tonight, she was married and no one even knew, she had been forced to take off her wedding ring the first day by her boss.
Rita turned and glared at Mike, slapping him hard on the cheek. She jumped up and was about to walk back to the front of the bar when Mike grabbed her arm and turned her around, hitting her in the face and leaving a nice bruise on her cheek.
"You bastard!" Rita screamed, she knew how much the bruise would show, within the past week her skin had become much more pale then when she left, she looked almost like Rogue.
"You little pale slut! Get up and finish the job we just started you whore!" Mike yelled at Rita and grabbed her hair, pulling her face up to look at him.
Rita closed her eyes and gave in, letting him pull her onto his lap once again and put his arm tightly around her waist. Mike smiled and ran a finger down her leg, then back up. Rita's quickly opened, that set her off the edge, she didn't care about the job anymore, no one should touch her like that except for her husband. Rita turned and glared at Mike again, punching him in the face, then she got up and ran out the door of the bar, running back to the apartment she had been living in.
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Rita sat up all night and watched the clock, occasionally she drifted off to sleep, but only for a half hour each time. She waited until Rogue would be home from her date with Remy, New York time of course, to pick up to the phone and dial the number. The phone rang three times on the other line until she heard the tired voice of Rogue. "Hello?"
"Hello Rogue, how have you been?" Rita tried as much as she could to sound normal, as if nothing that night had happened. Rita took the job right after calling home to tell then that she wasn't coming home.
"Rita! It's so great to here from you. Are you coming home? Have you changed your mind?" Rogue stopped sounding so tired the second she heard her friend's voice.
"No Rogue, I cant go home, I already told you that. I called to see how Shawn and Marie were, if you haven't figured out by now, both Logan and I name Marie after you, you're my strongest friend of all time." Rita was smiling, though rouge couldn't see how happy she was to hear Rogue's voice.
"Ah kinda figured that you named her after meh, thank you so much. But they're fahn, wonderful even, though, Ah know you didn't ask about him, but Logan's not so fine. He loves you Rita, and it breaks mah heart to see mah old friend walk around like he's a zombie. Please, please, please change your mind and come home soon, we all love you so much." Rogue seemed to change from happy to sad so fast, hearing the words again.
"I'm sure of it, but Logan will get over me. he always gets over women, why am I any different? He'll go find another girl to please him for a night and so on until he forgets." Rita sighed, hoping that she was lying and that he wouldn't forget, well not a lot at least.
"How can you say that? Logan loves you and those kids of yours, every time he looks at those kids ah know he sees you. Rita, how can you turn your back on love? Logan has lived his life each day, not knowing what will come each day, who he'll fight, or who he'll end up with at night. And then he met you, you showed him that people can care about him, and he fell in love. How can you just turn your back on that?" by now Rogue was in tears, and Rita could hear Remy in the background, talking in French.
"I'm sorry, but I'm having a good time over here." Rita lied, hoping that Rogue would believe her.
"So? That means more then family to you?" Rogue was mad now, mad that Rita was holding back, and not telling her everything that Rita should be telling her. Without even thinking twice Rogue turned off the phone and threw it across the room, nearly missing Remy's head.
"Hey chere, what was that for?" Remy walked over to Rogue and put his arms around her, she had tears streaming down her face, ruining all her dark, goth make-up. It was weird for most people to see, it always took so much to make the gothic beauty cry, and very few people could ever do that to Rita too, but back in France she was crying.
"She's not comin' home Remy." Rogue burst into even more tears as Remy picked up a packed suitcase that he had just in case Rita still wanted to stay in France.
"Don't worry chere, Remy will go after her, try to bring her home." Remy kissed Rogue and picked up a copy of Logan's motorcycle key and walked out the door, stopping the knock on the door of Charles's office.
"Come in Remy." Charles said through the door, no matter how long Remy had been there it was still creepy that Charles always knew who was outside the door. Remy walked inside the rather large office and stood in front of a tired looking Charles. "Remy, its nearly 3 am, what are you doing up?"
"Well Charles, I got home from my date with Rogue when Rita called her just after. She's not coming home Charles, Rita doesn't want to come home and Remy's going to find her. Can you give me any idea's of what part of France she's in before Remy goes?" the Cajun looked at Charles with his red on black eyes, devil eyes a lot of people said.
"Yes of course Remy, follow me." Charles wheeled past Remy and down to the lower levels, to the large round room as Remy stood just outside, waiting for an answer. A few minutes later Charles came out of the room and looked at Remy. "Cerebro has located Rita in Paris, and I was able to read her mind, only barely though, she's far away and she blocked me from her mind. But it seems that Rita works in a bar, but that's all I know." Charles shook Remy's hand and Remy left, walking to the elevator and going to the ground level, and walking out the front door.
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Rita sighed as she lay on the bed, Charles was trying to find her and Rita wasn't going to let him. She used her strong mental blocks to keep him out, over the past few years she really developed them enough to keep out the strongest telepath on earth.
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Logan lay in bed, starring at the ceiling, he heard Rogue and Remy down the hall, and Rita was not coming home anytime soon. Logan sat bolt upright in a second when he heard Remy starting his motorcycle. "Damn kid." Logan looked out the window and watched Remy leave the institute, a suitcase with him. "Don't come home without her." Logan whispered.
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Remy stood in line are a plane ticket to Paris France, as he watched couples kissing and saying goodbye to their loved ones. Remy sighed as he paid for his plane ticket, to his luck there was a plane leaving in about a half hour. Remy checked his luggage and sat, watching the other people. He waited and stood, walking onto the plane, knowing how hard it would be to get Rita home. To Remy, France was like his second home.
Remy sat on the plane, it was a 12 hour flight and he was tired, after about an hour Remy drifted into a deep sleep. Remy had made sure to ask for a first class seat, and to his luck again, there was an open seat in first class.
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It had been 12 hours and Rita was getting ready for work again, she hated her work but it was the only thing France offered that reminded her of Logan. She looked at herself in the mirror, for the first time in her life she thought she really looked like the slut everyone said she was. For the first time she didn't wear something that was comfortable to her, but something that someone wanted her to wear so that she could flaunt herself. But she needed the money to stay in a decent apartment so she worked and did what was expected of her, if she would still have a job after the stunt she pulled last night, that she didn't know.
Rita grabbed her trench coat and put it on, walking down the street she got to the bad pat of Paris, and with the bad side of Paris came the annoying catcalls from men to Rita. She walked faster, finally reaching the bar and walking inside, the strong smell of cigar and beer hit her hard, the way it did every night. Though it reminded her of the way Logan smelled when he came back from the bar that horrible night weeks ago.
"Hello Rita." Her boss, Henri, greeted her at the door. "I heard some stuff about you last night from Mike. It seems he wasn't very happy about you hitting him. But don't worry so much dear, you still have a job, just don't act up again, your one of my best waitresses, and young too, that's what I need. But I'm guessing that this came from Mike." Henri ran a finger lightly down Rita's cheek, touching the bruise. "Now be a good girl and don't fight back this time, Mike's here so say your sorry later tonight, understand?" Henri ran a hand down Rita's back, resting on her ass as he kissed her neck, finally letting her go when Mike called for a waitress.
Rita put on a fake smile and walked over to Mike, bringing him a drink for free. "Here you go Mike, a drink on the house, and I'm very sorry for last night."
"All is forgiven dear, all is forgiven." Mike grabbed Rita's arm like always and pulled her into his lap, kissing her neck. His breath already reeked of alcohol.
Rita closed her eyes tightly and held her breath, trying as hard as she could to keep her temper. "Rita!" Merci screamed through the bar, calling her back to the counter. Rita was relieved and stood up, walking to the counter.
"Yes? What do you need Merci?" Rita leaned over the bar, looking at her co-worker.
"You have a new customer, kind of cute too. He's young, about 17 or so, but was let in because of who he is, though I didn't hear his name. Don't screw this up the way you did last night ok? Now go make nice. Oh and Rita, be careful, Henri seems to like this boy." Merci shoved Rita towards the table where the young boy was sitting.
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Remy walked around the large city once his plane landed, and found a bar in the wrong side of the city. He figured that Rita would be too smart to work at a place like this but had to try anyway, the second he opened the door he was stopped by a large man. "Go home kid, you don't belong here." The man said.
"Bonjour Henri, remember me?" Remy lifted his sunglasses and looked into his old friend's face. Henri and Remy and grown up together in the thieves guild, back in New Orleans, they were best friends back then.
"Remy, its nice to see you again." Henri hugged Remy and let him in the bar, Remy took a seat in the back of the bar, looking around. He saw a few young waitresses, some behind the bar, some out giving drinks to men, and one in the corner with an older man, sitting in his lap. He heard the waitress from behind the bar yell to the one in the corner, Remy couldn't hear her name though, the bar was noisy and the men were too loud for Remy to hear a clear name.
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Rita walked to the young boy in the back of the bar, smiling at him. "What do you want?" Rita smiled a fake smile and pretended to like what she was doing. But what she heard, shocked her.
"I want a beer." The boy had a deep Cajun accent, almost like her old friend Remy.
"Is that all?" Rita asked sweetly.
"Is there something else I should want?" Remy lowered his sunglasses, looking into Rita's face, though Remy didn't even know who he was talking to.
"Remy?" Rita stepped back, putting a hand on the table to keep from falling. "What are you doing here?"
Remy dropped his sunglasses and jumped up when he realized that the skinny, pale waitress he was talking to was Rita. "Rita? What happened? Your hurt and so skinny, and pale." Remy ran a soft finger down her cheek where the bruise stood out, very clearly. "Where else are you bruised?" Remy was looking up and down her arms, legs, every bit of skin he could see.
"You don't belong here Remy! Why did you come? To prove to me that I cant be without you all?" Rita raised her hand and was about to hit Remy when Remy caught her hand easily, too easily he knew. She was getting weaker each day and he could tell.
"That's not why I'm here, I came because Rogue wants you home. We all do, we miss you, but I guess family means nothing to you. I mean what do you think Logan would do if he saw you looking like this? Getting so weak, and wasting away to nothing while telling us that your happy here." Remy started yelling as people turned to look at them.
"I am happy here Remy, why don't you believe me? It's the truth too." Rita glared at Remy, determined not to lose this battle.
"Then you're the only person I know who likes getting beaten up by men. And what's with you and guy in the corner? Forgotten your husband that fast?" Remy glared back at Rita, hoping that she would back down and come home if he stood his ground, but it wasn't working.
"I don't know what your talking about, but I need to get back to my job." Rita began walking back to the bar when Remy grabbed her arm tightly. "Ow, your hurting me Remy!"
"Good, then maybe you'll like me the way you like these people who hurt you. But tell me, why are you doing this? What is it that you want so badly? Hasn't Charles given you everything you want? What more is there, what does France have that New York doesn't?" Remy looked into Rita's eyes, he thought for a second that they began to soften but he was wrong, they just showed hurt.
"He hasn't given me anything that I want. When I found someone I loved, he tried to keep me away from Logan! So he must be happy, I'm not near Logan anymore. But you wanna know what this place has? This place has people who I don't need to get close to, who I don't care about, and if they die I wont care all that much." Rita shut her mouth quickly, knowing that she already said way too much.
"Is that what this is all about? Your past? Talk to us, come home and talk to us Rita. We'll get through this, but running away is never the answer, and I should know. I've been running most of my life, and I finally stopped for Rogue, so why don't you stop for Logan?" Remy finally loosened some of his grip on her arm.
"Because, he wont stop for me, so why should I stop for him?" the hurt in Rita's eyes was gone, replaced with pure hatred and anger.
"Of course he will, otherwise he'd be gone every other week. But if that's what you think then that man in the corner is right, you are a slut, and the biggest one I've ever seen. Now come home and we'll talk." When Remy started walking away, Rita didn't move. He sighed and knew it would be hard to make her come so he turned around and picked her up, walking out the front door with her kicking with all the strength she had left. But god, she was so skinny and so light!
"Put me down Remy! I need to get back to work." Rita finally stopped kicking after a half hour or Remy taking her through the lonely streets of Paris, and into a huge house, almost a mansion. Remy took Rita to a couch and put her down. "Where are we? I demand to know."
"Home, my father owns this house, its where he comes for the winter. Now Rita, what's happened to you? You've lost a ton of weight, your so pale, and your weak. Would you just come home, please?" Remy paced in front of Rita, not letting her stand up to run away.
"Why? For the Brotherhood to rape me? I don't want that Remy, understand? This is were I belong ok? This is my home, it always has been." Rita tried standing up but Remy just pushed her back down on the couch.
"Your wrong Rita, this may be where your living, but its not your home. Westchester, New York is your home, and it always will be. Your family and friends are there, and that's what makes a true home." Rita looked up and saw Remy's eyes, there were angry, and the red seemed to jump like fire to her, he was so mad at her.
"Your scaring me Remy." Rita sunk into the couch, trying to get away from Remy.
"Good, then maybe you'll wise up soon. You need to come home Rita, if you don't then you'll die here, your so weak and its only been two weeks! If this is where you want to die then so be it, you'll be the one to miss watching your children grow up, and miss being with your friends. It's your choice. I only came here for Rogue, I thought at first that I wanted you to come home, but I don't think I do anymore. If you don't even want to come home, why should I want you to come home? Have a nice day Rita." With that Remy walked out of the house, leaving Rita alone in the huge house, crying.
It seemed to Rita that in the last few weeks, she had let her whole guard down. But in a way, it was easy to do, she just didn't need to let someone get close to her and no one would hurt her, the only problem was that the plan wasn't working very much. Rita loved her children, but she just couldn't go back home and face everyone, when she said something, she meant it and it stayed.
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Rita slowly opened her eyes, she was still on the couch and had cried herself to sleep that night. Remy was gone, her past was gone, everything that made her the strong, powerful Rita that the X-Men knew, was gone. Rita looked at the mirror hanging on the wall, and Rita couldn't even believe that it was her. Remy was right, she was skinny and looked horrible, her hair was greasy and lost all it's shin over the past few stressful weeks.
Rita wiped away a few tears and sniffed, knowing that she was wrong and should have gone with Remy, but how could she? That would be totally letting her guard down and showing all the X-Men that she was wrong for once and should be forgiven. Rita walked back to the couch and sat on it, curling herself into a tight ball and crying. Everything Rita knew was gone, everything and everyone she loved, her family was dead, her husband and children in New York, and friends back with her husband and children.
She cried herself to sleep that morning, not knowing what would become of her. Was Remy really telling the truth? That she was weak and would end up dying her shortly? She knew it was right, but Rita couldn't admit it to herself, she was the strongest person she knew, even if her bones and body were broken, her will to live never was. But now, was her will still the same strong will that always had Rita living everyday with happiness, risking everything she could?
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Rogue sat crying on her bed, she had just hung up with Remy and heard the terrible news that Rita was serious about not coming home, and seriously sick. What would Logan do when he heard? Would Logan try to find her himself? Rogue hoped that Logan would be able to get Rita to come home, to succeed where Remy had failed. Rogue turned her head to the door, hearing two loud knocks, knowing that it had to be Logan.
"Hey stripes. How's the word on Rita? Has Remy called yet?" the second Logan mentioned Rita, Rogue burst into even more tears. Logan sat on the end of Rogue's bed and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "What's wrong Rogue?"
"Rita wont come back, Remy found her and talked to her, he says that she's so skinny and pale, and that her cheek has a huge bruise on it. Gahd Logan, she works in a run-down bar, dressing like a slut just to keep the men there happy!" Logan growled as he heard this news.
"She'll come back, if Remy cant do it then I'll do it myself, I promise that by the end of the year Rita will be back here, back to her old weight with a tan, and wearing her usual clothes just because there comfortable. I've never let you down have I?" Logan put an arm around Rogue's shoulders and hugged her, kissing the top of her head as she shook her head no, saying that he hadn't let her down before.
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Rita lay on the couch for house, wondering if Remy would come back to yell at her some more. Rita? Why don't you come home Rita? We can work everything out when you get home, I know all the students here miss you, and you know it… Rita quickly put up her mental shields as Charles's voice faded from inside her head.
"Charles, you try too hard to contact me, my mind is still strong." Rita smiled to herself as she talked to herself. Rita always did have an excellent mind, very strong and knowledgeable.
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Back at home Pietro had just learned that Rita was gone, and how she said that she wouldn't come back because of what happened with the Brotherhood. Hearing that enraged Pietro, knowing that his father was behind this, but how could anyone make Erik understand something? "What are you doing here Maximoff? Isn't there a bank around here that you should be robbing?" Pietro looked up to see Evan Daniels, his rival.
"Very funny spike ass. So where's your leader, shouldn't he be saving you from me sometime soon?" Pietro glared at Evan, forgetting the whole reason he came to the institute.
"Talking about me? Your badly outnumbered Maximoff, why you just leave already." Scott, Jean, Kitty, and Kurt walked through the hall and stopped when they saw Pietro standing there.
"Scott, why don't you take that stick out of your ass for a second and just let me get on with what I was doing, or I could leave and you never have to see Rita again." Pietro gave Jean and Kitty that wonderful grin of his and turned to leave before Scott grabbed his arm.
"What do you mean?" Scott glared at Pietro, not wanting to have to get along with any of the Brotherhood members for Rita's sack.
"Well, I can bring Rita back, I know I can. I'm a better choice then that Cajun X-Geek you sent after her." Pietro looked proud of himself, knowing that Scott had to give in to get Rita home and safe.
"You think you can bring her back?" Scott's question was answered as Pietro nodded a yes. "Fine then, go get her." Evan's mouth dropped open as Scott gave Pietro the permission to go and find their friend.
Pietro gave the X-Geeks a quick smile, then in seconds was out the door, running toward the coast.
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Pietro stopped quickly (no pun intended) as he hit the east coast. He looked around for a second, making sure that no one was around to see him use his powers, and run across the water. Since Pietro could run so fast he could literally run on water. In seconds Pietro was standing in Paris, looking around for any bars, he had over heard a conversation with Scott and Evan just before he left, saying that Rita shouldn't be working in a bar.
Pietro checked every bar he could find until he came to a run-down bar, when he walked inside and ask if Rita worked there he finally got the yes he was looking for, the problem was that since it was daylight Rita wasn't working at the time. Pietro thanked the owner and left the bar, walking (yes I said walking) around the city to pass the time before Rita had to be at work.
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Pietro had spent 5 hours walking around the city and looking in some stores for the latest fashion that would make him look so much more sexy. He checked a clock inside a store and saw that Rita would be at work any minute, he dropped the clothes he was looking at and was at the bar in seconds. Pietro walked back inside the bar and looked around for any sign of his friend, he never would have thought that Rita would look as bad as she did. She looked like a real slut that you see in the bad part of town, or where he lived in New York, she was skinny and about as pale as Rogue.
Pietro was about to go get Rita when he saw her walk towards a dark corner and talk to a man who was much older then her. He watched as the man reached out and touched her ass, Pietro was furious at that sight. What he saw next made him want to kill the mysterious man in the corner, when Rita reacted to him by yelling at the man, the man reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, hitting her across the face, leaving another bruise on her face, and many bruises on her arm where his fingers had been.
In milliseconds the man was lying on the floor, fighting with a young silver-haired boy, the boy was winning. Most of the waitresses went on with their work, bar fights were nothing new to them, not after working there for so long. Pietro had already crack the man's jaw and broken his nose, but Pietro didn't stop there, he grabbed the man's arm and bent it behind his back, making him stand up and whimper in pain.
"Don't-ever-touch-her-again-you-hear?" Pietro talked to fast that the man barely understood, mainly out of anger, but also because of his mutation.
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Rita's eyes were wide and shocked, Pietro was there, in France fighting for her. "Pietro! Be careful, what are you doing here?" by the time the owner and waitresses finally realized that this was not an ordinary bar fight and that the boy wouldn't stop until the man was dead, two large men walked over to Pietro and lifted him up, pulling him off Mike and shoving him aside.
"I came to bring you home." Pietro ran a hand through his hair and leaned against a nearby wall, looking at Rita.
"What makes you think that you can succeed where Remy failed? I told everyone, I don't want to go home and become your father's play toy when his underlings are bored and want some fun." By the time Rita explained to Pietro why she wasn't going home she was in tears, thinking about that fatal day only weeks ago.
"It wont be like that, I'll protect you. That's why I'm here, I'm here for you Rita, that's the reason that I came to France, to get my friend home." Pietro hugged Rita, tying to get her to stop crying. "Shh Rita, lets just go home and we can talk, we talk about anything you want, but lets just go home."
"Why? So that Scott won, and poor little Rita was brought home to be under his 24-hour watch? He sent you didn't he? Just because he knows that you're my friend." Rita yelled out the first thought that came to her mind, trying to convince herself that Pietro really didn't care and never did, that he was like his father and just wanted a little play thing, but it wasn't work too well.
"That's not true, Scott may watch over you a lot, but it's because he cares about you, I do too. I wanna be your friend, but you won't let me. I know that's the real you left, no one else can figure out why you would leave, but I know. Your afraid, your afraid to get close to anyone so you put up this guard, and hope that people will leave you alone. That's why you work here, people see you as a young slut and after they have their fun they leave you alone." The sting of Pietro's words were true, it was the real reason that Rita left, should couldn't deal with death anymore, she couldn't bare it if Logan or her children or Pietro died, so she left. "I'm right aren't I?"
"Yes." Rita looked down, barely trusting her voice as her one word answer just came out as a small squeak. Merci came around and stood in front of Rita, looking from her to the cute silver-haired boy, then glared at Rita.
"You better get your act together very fast and get back to work, Henri's already pissed at your friend here, don't make him pissed at you too." Merci warned Rita then put on a smile and walked back to the bar, talking to a group of men.
"Don't listen to her, just come home and you wont have to worry about pleasing your boss or anything. All you'll have to worry about is pleasing your children and they already love you a lot. Please Rita, everyone misses you and I don't know what Remy told you, but I'm saying is the truth, I miss you." Pietro looked down, not knowing what else he could say that would make Rita want to come home.
"Pietro, thank you for coming, but I cant. But lets go somewhere else and talk." Pietro smiled at the fact that he might have another chance to get Rita home as he ran to her side and put an arm around her waist, walking out the door with her, ending up in the large house that Remy left her in last night.
Pietro sat next to Rita and had an arm around her shoulders, looking over the new bruises on her pale skin. "I want you home Rita and I want you to get better, your so pale you practically glow in the dark!" Pietro smiled when he heard a small laugh coming from Rita at his last comment. "Will you reconsider your decision?"
"Maybe." That was all Pietro could get from Rita all night, he bugged her but all he could get was 'maybe'.