Always a Frog, Never a Prince
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His ragged breathing filled the room, short harsh breaths, each one feeling like it was being ripped from his burning lungs. His hair was soaking wet, the carpet quickly absorbing the miniscule droplets that fell from his fringe. He didn't care though. Running a hand over his scarred body, now slick with rain, Adams lips curled into an almost feral grimace as he felt the raised bumps and contours that his body was cursed with. Standing, he made his way towards the bathroom leaving behind invisible imprints of his shoes that the night conveniently disguised.
Yanking the cord just inside the door, Adam waited for a few moments as the light flickered on. It reflected off the white tiles and frost covered shower door giving the room a happy feel, not a very fitting place for him at the moment. Everywhere he looked he could see his reflection, albeit it was a little more blurred, but nonetheless, it was still his reflection.
Walking silently over to the sink he braced himself on both hands and slowly raised his head to see what the mirror had to show him. Seeing what everyone else in the club had seen, his hands immediately clenched, gripping the sink in a vice like grip, applying pressure until they were as white as its shiny surface.
This is what Kimberly had seen
His eyes were wild, staring at the person in the mirror as if it were someone else, a mortal enemy that he was unable to defeat. He could hear his heart, pounding, sending adrenaline rushing through his body. But that wasn't the only thing he could hear, the sounds of their voices filled his mind, threatening to engulf him in a sea of disgusted comments and shocked expressions.
Why did it have to be him?
Why did it have to be tonight?
The boiling blood running through his veins reached a fever pitch, and with a cry filled with both rage and anguish he sent his fist careening into the taunting glass. There was a ear cracking shatter, followed by a searing pain as the glass bit deep into Adams knuckles, drawing blood that smeared itself onto his fingers before running down the mirror. He didn't care though, he savored the pain for a moment, willing to do anything to forget the crippled feeling inside that would be everlasting for him. For this truly had been, the worst night of his life.
Cracks spider webbed away from the point of impact. His reflection cut into six smaller ones, five small rivers of blood giving him a kind of surreal look smeared the most noticeable one.
Adam brought his fist away from the mirror, ignoring the pain that the dug in glass caused as it was ripped through his skin. Bringing his right hand close, he cradled it against his chest. Using his left hand he twisted the cold-water tap and stuck the bleeding fist under the cool spray.
What should he do?
What could he do?
A couple of possibilities flowed through his mind; the first one was to stay out of Kimberly's way until she left. It would only be two days and he was almost positive that Zack would let him stay at his studio apartment, but he'd ask questions. Adam realized that wherever he went people would ask questions, and that option was definitely a no go.
The second option, and really only option he had was to stay in his dorm and ignore Kimberly for the rest of her stay. It wouldn't be that difficult, he could spend most of the day in the library, come home late at night while she's asleep and leave early in the morning before she wakes up.
It was perfect, if not for one flaw
Tonight
He couldn't go to Rocky's, she may go and check if he was there, and the red ranger can't lie for shit.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, grabbing the towel on the rail he wrapped it around his right hand and shut off the water. The way he saw it, he only had one option, lie in the chair bed and hope that when Kimberly comes back, she'll think he's asleep, and so won't say anything.
'Good plan, in theory' his mind told him with a certain sarcastic tone. He silenced it though, he didn't have any choice, he couldn't handle seeing the same look of shock on Kimberly's face; he wouldn't be able to take it.
Grabbing a shirt he yanked it on and turned off the bathroom light before retreating under the covers of the chair bed, where he was bound to get a very restless night. Whether or not Kimberly spoke to him.
To Be Continued
By Boulder
Authors Notes
Okay, short chapter this time, I was going to go straight to the Kimberly coming home part but figured I'd add this little morsel in between. Anyways that you for all the reviews and suggestions (Hagar especially, I'm trying to take things slower) and if all you guys are still reading the story and still enjoying it then please review again
Regards,
Boulder
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His ragged breathing filled the room, short harsh breaths, each one feeling like it was being ripped from his burning lungs. His hair was soaking wet, the carpet quickly absorbing the miniscule droplets that fell from his fringe. He didn't care though. Running a hand over his scarred body, now slick with rain, Adams lips curled into an almost feral grimace as he felt the raised bumps and contours that his body was cursed with. Standing, he made his way towards the bathroom leaving behind invisible imprints of his shoes that the night conveniently disguised.
Yanking the cord just inside the door, Adam waited for a few moments as the light flickered on. It reflected off the white tiles and frost covered shower door giving the room a happy feel, not a very fitting place for him at the moment. Everywhere he looked he could see his reflection, albeit it was a little more blurred, but nonetheless, it was still his reflection.
Walking silently over to the sink he braced himself on both hands and slowly raised his head to see what the mirror had to show him. Seeing what everyone else in the club had seen, his hands immediately clenched, gripping the sink in a vice like grip, applying pressure until they were as white as its shiny surface.
This is what Kimberly had seen
His eyes were wild, staring at the person in the mirror as if it were someone else, a mortal enemy that he was unable to defeat. He could hear his heart, pounding, sending adrenaline rushing through his body. But that wasn't the only thing he could hear, the sounds of their voices filled his mind, threatening to engulf him in a sea of disgusted comments and shocked expressions.
Why did it have to be him?
Why did it have to be tonight?
The boiling blood running through his veins reached a fever pitch, and with a cry filled with both rage and anguish he sent his fist careening into the taunting glass. There was a ear cracking shatter, followed by a searing pain as the glass bit deep into Adams knuckles, drawing blood that smeared itself onto his fingers before running down the mirror. He didn't care though, he savored the pain for a moment, willing to do anything to forget the crippled feeling inside that would be everlasting for him. For this truly had been, the worst night of his life.
Cracks spider webbed away from the point of impact. His reflection cut into six smaller ones, five small rivers of blood giving him a kind of surreal look smeared the most noticeable one.
Adam brought his fist away from the mirror, ignoring the pain that the dug in glass caused as it was ripped through his skin. Bringing his right hand close, he cradled it against his chest. Using his left hand he twisted the cold-water tap and stuck the bleeding fist under the cool spray.
What should he do?
What could he do?
A couple of possibilities flowed through his mind; the first one was to stay out of Kimberly's way until she left. It would only be two days and he was almost positive that Zack would let him stay at his studio apartment, but he'd ask questions. Adam realized that wherever he went people would ask questions, and that option was definitely a no go.
The second option, and really only option he had was to stay in his dorm and ignore Kimberly for the rest of her stay. It wouldn't be that difficult, he could spend most of the day in the library, come home late at night while she's asleep and leave early in the morning before she wakes up.
It was perfect, if not for one flaw
Tonight
He couldn't go to Rocky's, she may go and check if he was there, and the red ranger can't lie for shit.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, grabbing the towel on the rail he wrapped it around his right hand and shut off the water. The way he saw it, he only had one option, lie in the chair bed and hope that when Kimberly comes back, she'll think he's asleep, and so won't say anything.
'Good plan, in theory' his mind told him with a certain sarcastic tone. He silenced it though, he didn't have any choice, he couldn't handle seeing the same look of shock on Kimberly's face; he wouldn't be able to take it.
Grabbing a shirt he yanked it on and turned off the bathroom light before retreating under the covers of the chair bed, where he was bound to get a very restless night. Whether or not Kimberly spoke to him.
To Be Continued
By Boulder
Authors Notes
Okay, short chapter this time, I was going to go straight to the Kimberly coming home part but figured I'd add this little morsel in between. Anyways that you for all the reviews and suggestions (Hagar especially, I'm trying to take things slower) and if all you guys are still reading the story and still enjoying it then please review again
Regards,
Boulder