Chapter 12
Pietro's heart fluttered up into his throat and he stopped cold. Lance? What the hell was he doing here!? What did he want? Pietro couldn't face him! Not now! He wasn't ready! Pietro turned the water off, whirled around and wrenched open the door. Tricia was about to leave.
"Tricia!" he called out, "Hold on." Tricia turned to him, her blond hair bouncing slightly. She smiled brightly at him
"Like, yeah?" she asked. Pietro sighed. She was definitely not the brightest crayon in the box.
"Are you sure that was his name?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Like yeah I think so," she said, "I'll send him up!" With that she turned and walked out. Pietro panicked. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't see Lance. It would bring back too many painful memories. He looked at his arm and rushed to his closet. He quickly pulled on a long sleeve shirt and smoothed out his hair. There was a quiet knock and he gulped. Too late now. He sat down softly on his bed.
"Come in," he managed to choke out. The door opened slightly and Pietro laid eyes on Lance Alvers. He was dressed nicely, a clean navy blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked a lot cleaner and a lot neater. Pietro managed a small smiled. But Lance wasn't smiling. He looked nervous and out of place, his eyes downcast to the floor.
"Hi," Pietro said softly. Lance looked at him and Pietro was shocked to see he was crying. Pietro stood up and took a step towards Lance. Pietro wanted to cry too.
"Pietro," he sobbed, "I'm so sorry." Tears stung in the corners of Pietro's eyes.
"I need you, I can't live without you, and I realize that now. I love you Pietro." Pietro felt as if someone ripped his heart out. He hadn't heard Lance say that to him in over eight months. He needed to hear it too, but he couldn't because Lance wasn't there. But now he was.
Lance was in front of Pietro now, looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leant in to kiss him. Their lips connected and Pietro melted in Lance's strong and steady arms. He needed this. He needed it so badly. And now he had it. And it was wonderful. Lance suddenly grabbed Pietro's arm in the moment of passion and Pietro yelped in pain. Lance pulled away from the kiss, a quizzical look planted on his face. Pietro felt empty again. Lance suddenly grabbed Pietro's sleeve and yanked it up. Pietro cried out as the cloth rubbed against all the gashes. Lance's eyes were wide with horror.
"Oh Pietro," he gasped, "what the hell are you doing to yourself!?" He gently pressed his thumb to one of the cuts. Pietro yelped and pulled his arm away, yanking the sleeve back over his arm again. He glared at Lance and backed away from him.
"You don't understand Lance," Pietro said defensively, "I deserve to be punished." Lance looked at him, the shock and hurt etched in his face.
"Oh Pietro," he said softly, "You're so wrong. You don't deserve it." Pietro shook his head angrily, the tears leaking from his eyes.
"I do though Lance!" he shouted, "I deserve pain! I'm a horrible wretched person! I deserve to DIE!" Lance took a step towards him and Pietro suddenly felt a searing pain in his left cheek. Lance had slapped him. He'd actually slapped him! Pietro raised a finger to his lip and withdrew it again. A drop of brilliantly crimson blood stained his finger. He looked up at Lance with wide eyes. He was glaring at Pietro.
"Don't you EVER hurt yourself again!" he shouted. Pietro cringed but shook his head, crying softly.
"But Lance," he whispered softly, "I have to. . . .I deserve it." Lance grabbed Pietro by the collar and jerked him up of his feet. Pietro screamed and Lance suddenly dropped him to the floor in surprise. He hadn't meant to frighten him, just get his point made. He knelt down beside Pietro, but he scrambled away into the corner, crying. Lance felt a twinge of guilt and slowly moved towards Pietro.
"I'm sorry Lance!" Pietro pleaded. Lance felt horrible.
"Pietro I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. Pietro was trembling violently. Gently he put a hand on Pietro's shoulder and he eased up a bit. Lance put a finger under his chin and carefully tilted his face up to look at him. He sniffled quietly and Lance leant in to kiss him. Their lips were about to connect when Pietro suddenly jerked back.
"Lance I can't," he sobbed, leaping to his feet. Lance looked up art him pleadingly but Pietro ran far away from him, not wanting to give into temptation again.
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Review replies:
MiracleChick: I know I missed you! Haven't been here for a few chapters I know that much. It is kind of taking a turn for the worse but stick in there! Please?
DemonRouge13: Well sorry to disappoint you hun^-^ Unless you call that going well. . . .
Kickassangel: Of course you're my best friend!*HUGS* I triple love you^-^ SO you like them eh? @.@ You've always been on my favs list, haven't you? And I just recently got a review from BaneofJean. She's really sweet! Don't worry I rambler all the time and YAY! I get Pietro!*Hugs him to death*
Leon, Miko, Riniko, Mistral: Strange dream but I found it kind of funny^-^ Thanks, and I wonder why my fic causes Pietro dreams. Funny^-^
Shaman Dani of the flamingos: Finals suck don't they? I didn't think there were that many Pietro cutting stories. I actually have never read one! Sorry! We'll see about the Pietro thing^.~
BaneofJean: I got you hooked? Aw thank you*HUGS* You're so nice! I love compliments^-^ Might I recommend Kickassangel's stuff? Or have you already read it?
Storm-Pietro: Once again loved the installment of your muses! And thank you for your constructive criticism! Update your fic soon too! Wow 13!? That's cool! And it's also weird I made my account on your B-day! Happy late birthday!
Raven Maximoff: Thank you! Don't' worry I talk to myself all the time! Well did you like this chapter? Was it good? Thanks for all the compliments!
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THANK YOU ALL!!! *Hugs and kisses*
--Avalanche Maximoff--
Pietro's heart fluttered up into his throat and he stopped cold. Lance? What the hell was he doing here!? What did he want? Pietro couldn't face him! Not now! He wasn't ready! Pietro turned the water off, whirled around and wrenched open the door. Tricia was about to leave.
"Tricia!" he called out, "Hold on." Tricia turned to him, her blond hair bouncing slightly. She smiled brightly at him
"Like, yeah?" she asked. Pietro sighed. She was definitely not the brightest crayon in the box.
"Are you sure that was his name?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Like yeah I think so," she said, "I'll send him up!" With that she turned and walked out. Pietro panicked. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't see Lance. It would bring back too many painful memories. He looked at his arm and rushed to his closet. He quickly pulled on a long sleeve shirt and smoothed out his hair. There was a quiet knock and he gulped. Too late now. He sat down softly on his bed.
"Come in," he managed to choke out. The door opened slightly and Pietro laid eyes on Lance Alvers. He was dressed nicely, a clean navy blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked a lot cleaner and a lot neater. Pietro managed a small smiled. But Lance wasn't smiling. He looked nervous and out of place, his eyes downcast to the floor.
"Hi," Pietro said softly. Lance looked at him and Pietro was shocked to see he was crying. Pietro stood up and took a step towards Lance. Pietro wanted to cry too.
"Pietro," he sobbed, "I'm so sorry." Tears stung in the corners of Pietro's eyes.
"I need you, I can't live without you, and I realize that now. I love you Pietro." Pietro felt as if someone ripped his heart out. He hadn't heard Lance say that to him in over eight months. He needed to hear it too, but he couldn't because Lance wasn't there. But now he was.
Lance was in front of Pietro now, looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leant in to kiss him. Their lips connected and Pietro melted in Lance's strong and steady arms. He needed this. He needed it so badly. And now he had it. And it was wonderful. Lance suddenly grabbed Pietro's arm in the moment of passion and Pietro yelped in pain. Lance pulled away from the kiss, a quizzical look planted on his face. Pietro felt empty again. Lance suddenly grabbed Pietro's sleeve and yanked it up. Pietro cried out as the cloth rubbed against all the gashes. Lance's eyes were wide with horror.
"Oh Pietro," he gasped, "what the hell are you doing to yourself!?" He gently pressed his thumb to one of the cuts. Pietro yelped and pulled his arm away, yanking the sleeve back over his arm again. He glared at Lance and backed away from him.
"You don't understand Lance," Pietro said defensively, "I deserve to be punished." Lance looked at him, the shock and hurt etched in his face.
"Oh Pietro," he said softly, "You're so wrong. You don't deserve it." Pietro shook his head angrily, the tears leaking from his eyes.
"I do though Lance!" he shouted, "I deserve pain! I'm a horrible wretched person! I deserve to DIE!" Lance took a step towards him and Pietro suddenly felt a searing pain in his left cheek. Lance had slapped him. He'd actually slapped him! Pietro raised a finger to his lip and withdrew it again. A drop of brilliantly crimson blood stained his finger. He looked up at Lance with wide eyes. He was glaring at Pietro.
"Don't you EVER hurt yourself again!" he shouted. Pietro cringed but shook his head, crying softly.
"But Lance," he whispered softly, "I have to. . . .I deserve it." Lance grabbed Pietro by the collar and jerked him up of his feet. Pietro screamed and Lance suddenly dropped him to the floor in surprise. He hadn't meant to frighten him, just get his point made. He knelt down beside Pietro, but he scrambled away into the corner, crying. Lance felt a twinge of guilt and slowly moved towards Pietro.
"I'm sorry Lance!" Pietro pleaded. Lance felt horrible.
"Pietro I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. Pietro was trembling violently. Gently he put a hand on Pietro's shoulder and he eased up a bit. Lance put a finger under his chin and carefully tilted his face up to look at him. He sniffled quietly and Lance leant in to kiss him. Their lips were about to connect when Pietro suddenly jerked back.
"Lance I can't," he sobbed, leaping to his feet. Lance looked up art him pleadingly but Pietro ran far away from him, not wanting to give into temptation again.
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Review replies:
MiracleChick: I know I missed you! Haven't been here for a few chapters I know that much. It is kind of taking a turn for the worse but stick in there! Please?
DemonRouge13: Well sorry to disappoint you hun^-^ Unless you call that going well. . . .
Kickassangel: Of course you're my best friend!*HUGS* I triple love you^-^ SO you like them eh? @.@ You've always been on my favs list, haven't you? And I just recently got a review from BaneofJean. She's really sweet! Don't worry I rambler all the time and YAY! I get Pietro!*Hugs him to death*
Leon, Miko, Riniko, Mistral: Strange dream but I found it kind of funny^-^ Thanks, and I wonder why my fic causes Pietro dreams. Funny^-^
Shaman Dani of the flamingos: Finals suck don't they? I didn't think there were that many Pietro cutting stories. I actually have never read one! Sorry! We'll see about the Pietro thing^.~
BaneofJean: I got you hooked? Aw thank you*HUGS* You're so nice! I love compliments^-^ Might I recommend Kickassangel's stuff? Or have you already read it?
Storm-Pietro: Once again loved the installment of your muses! And thank you for your constructive criticism! Update your fic soon too! Wow 13!? That's cool! And it's also weird I made my account on your B-day! Happy late birthday!
Raven Maximoff: Thank you! Don't' worry I talk to myself all the time! Well did you like this chapter? Was it good? Thanks for all the compliments!
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THANK YOU ALL!!! *Hugs and kisses*
--Avalanche Maximoff--