Thanks for the reviews everyone! This is a mostly sweet chapter and Achilles and Briseis won't go home until the next chapter. They are getting married but not until Chapter Seventeen or so. In this chapter, Achilles comforts Briseis after her attack and tries to contain his temper as she goes into more pain when people come to help her with the heartbreak and Paris comes. The story still stays the same (ex: Helen is still taken by Paris, Hector dies, Achilles still hates Agamemnon.) I don't know how long this chapter will be put since I have around 21,000 words, I want to get to around 23,000 words. It's my type of writing.
So happy people! 8 reviews away from 200! You guys are great!
To IceNymph: I'm sorry for making you hate me (I love Orlando too) but I'm still can't forgive him for killing Achilles which is why I made him do what he did. If you read above, I'm thinking about fixing that chapter to be someone else (I am thinking Agamemnon because it would give Achilles an excuse to hate him more.) I'm sorry again!
So, here is…
Chapter Fourteen
I hate him, Achilles thought as he brought Briseis back to their bedroom. She clung to him, her face still bruised and strained with dried tears. He had made sure to lock that door, he did. When Achilles talked to her about what she said while she dreamed, Briseis denied it continuously, he knew she lied. Whoever had raped her scared the shit out of her. It angered him to think of another man being inside his woman, hurting her in the worst possible way. His arm fit snugly around her waist and she kept it around herself. They reached the door and Briseis winced. She was having flashbacks, the healers said she would have some.
They said to comfort her, don't press the issue and be aware of his limits. Both mentally and sexually. They said that some woman wanted the closeness of making love with their husbands or lovers, a way to erase the flashbacks; but some would want only to held and cared for, not going very far. He had to accept that. He let her in first and noticed the way she stared at the floor. The spot where she taken advantage of, the spot where her life changed forever. Briseis made soft sobbing sounds and Achilles put his hand on her shoulder; she shrugged it away violently, like when they had first met. "How can you even touch me? I was taken by another man, I'm surprised you haven't beaten me yet. A man took Achilles' woman." Briseis said, she looked so distraught which made his heart swell.
"I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but hitting a woman, especially you, the only one I've loved more than anything, is not part of it. What happened to you was not your fault. Yes, a man took you, but you are still my woman and I still love you more than any glory or fame any war could give me." Achilles said as he turned from her and sat on the bed. Briseis stood, frozen as she stared at him, brown eyes shut for a second, than returning to look at him. "That's how much you love me. You love the glory you get from the wars and the men you've killed. People know your name, you'll be remembered. You love that." Briseis said as she crept closer to Achilles.
"But I love you more. Before I knew you, wanting a wife was out of the question. I wanted the bloodshed, I still do, and I wanted all the women. But, I never thought a woman could satisfy me so completely like you do," Achilles said as he took her hand, it was still scraped from being held down, "Yes, I want glory still, I want the bloodshed. But my reason to go to war have changed, to protect you I go." He said as he brought her hand to his lips. "Now," Achilles started as he stood from the bed and motioned her to it, "rest, I'll stay here with you." He said as he laid her down on the bed and took off her shoes. She stared at him as he scratched his neck and leaned forward slightly. Achilles turned back to stare at her for a second before leaning in and kissing her bruised lips, bruised from kisses not from him.
"I love you, remember that always." Achilles said as Briseis' eyes shut and her breathing had slowed. He took a minute to look her over. The dress she wore was open in the front, it showed the bruises and scratches, the pain she endured. On her neck, she wore the necklace he had given her and her neck was showered, again, with bruises from unwanted kisses. He growled and shuddered as he stood from the bed, thinking about the night before.
Achilles opened the closet and took out a blanket and spread it over Briseis. He kneeled down on the floor and stared at her face lovingly. She was right, a man had stolen his woman and he hated it. He was controlling, he admitted it, and it made him insanely jealous as he thought about the man on top of her. The worst part was, it was all non-consensual, she had only wanted him inside her and he still felt envious. There was a knock on the door and Achilles growled, he was not in the mood for visitors. He opened the wooden door to see Menelaus' wife, Helen. She gave him a sad smile. "I am sorry, Achilles. Briseis was a nice girl, she didn't deserve what happened to her." Helen said as she stared at Briseis, who was still asleep on the bed.
Achilles invited her in but in the pit of his stomach, he felt something telling him that she wasn't good news. As Helen walked in, Paris, the prince followed. Achilles hadn't seen Hector most of the day and that was fine, he wasn't one to like the Princes of Troy. "Achilles, you know my friend, Paris, don't you?" Helen said as she motioned to Paris. He nodded solemnly and looked back to the bed where Briseis continued to sleep. Achilles noted on how intently Paris stared at his woman. "I feel terrible, she is only my blood. My dear cousin."
Achilles seemed short of fainting. She was royal, and a slave. She was abused unmercifully while Paris drank wine and had rendezvous' with countless women. He didn't understand it. "Your cousin was being abused while you slept with women and drank your wine?" Achilles said, angrily as he looked back to his fiancée, who seemed to be stirring as their conversation became louder. Paris looked from Helen and back to Achilles, who seemed to be very annoyed with him. "Her father lost most of their fortune. He put her in slavery, not me." Paris said innocently as he looked back to Helen who seem to be enthralled by his good looks.
"Out! Out!" Achilles screamed as he picked Paris up and shoved both him and Helen out the door. His woman laid sleeping, recovering from a brutal assault and they were all lovey dovey. It angered him to think that anyone could be so cruel to another human, especially family. When Achilles turned back from the door, Briseis was sitting up in the bed, the blanket over her legs as she stared at him. He was very angry, he didn't want to take it out on her but if she pushed him, he would explode on her. Briseis stared at him as he laid against the wall, than in a split second, punched the wall, denting it in slightly.
She jumped and Achilles turned to look at her. He cracked his knuckles and said, "I'm going out. I'll be back later." he said in an emotionless tone and was opening the door when he heard Briseis say, "Stay Achilles, please. I really need you right now." She said, her voice cracking slightly. Achilles sighed, annoyed by her, he needed time alone. "Guess what Briseis, you are a grown woman and you can take care of yourself. I need some time alone and even you, in your needy time of grief can give me that." she hadn't deserved that. He knew it, but he couldn't stop what had already slipped from his mouth. Her eyes that were staring at him, looked down.
He had given her a sharp blow to her ego. She sniffed and looked to him angrily. "Fine, go. I won't stop you, even in my needy time." Briseis said as she stood and walked away from him and into the bathroom. Achilles breathed in sharply and hit his forehead. He hated himself more than ever before. He was being selfish, and she hadn't been the one to made him feel guilty. She was his top priority at the moment, and it was going to stay that way…
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babyg2988
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So happy people! 8 reviews away from 200! You guys are great!
To IceNymph: I'm sorry for making you hate me (I love Orlando too) but I'm still can't forgive him for killing Achilles which is why I made him do what he did. If you read above, I'm thinking about fixing that chapter to be someone else (I am thinking Agamemnon because it would give Achilles an excuse to hate him more.) I'm sorry again!
So, here is…
Chapter Fourteen
I hate him, Achilles thought as he brought Briseis back to their bedroom. She clung to him, her face still bruised and strained with dried tears. He had made sure to lock that door, he did. When Achilles talked to her about what she said while she dreamed, Briseis denied it continuously, he knew she lied. Whoever had raped her scared the shit out of her. It angered him to think of another man being inside his woman, hurting her in the worst possible way. His arm fit snugly around her waist and she kept it around herself. They reached the door and Briseis winced. She was having flashbacks, the healers said she would have some.
They said to comfort her, don't press the issue and be aware of his limits. Both mentally and sexually. They said that some woman wanted the closeness of making love with their husbands or lovers, a way to erase the flashbacks; but some would want only to held and cared for, not going very far. He had to accept that. He let her in first and noticed the way she stared at the floor. The spot where she taken advantage of, the spot where her life changed forever. Briseis made soft sobbing sounds and Achilles put his hand on her shoulder; she shrugged it away violently, like when they had first met. "How can you even touch me? I was taken by another man, I'm surprised you haven't beaten me yet. A man took Achilles' woman." Briseis said, she looked so distraught which made his heart swell.
"I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but hitting a woman, especially you, the only one I've loved more than anything, is not part of it. What happened to you was not your fault. Yes, a man took you, but you are still my woman and I still love you more than any glory or fame any war could give me." Achilles said as he turned from her and sat on the bed. Briseis stood, frozen as she stared at him, brown eyes shut for a second, than returning to look at him. "That's how much you love me. You love the glory you get from the wars and the men you've killed. People know your name, you'll be remembered. You love that." Briseis said as she crept closer to Achilles.
"But I love you more. Before I knew you, wanting a wife was out of the question. I wanted the bloodshed, I still do, and I wanted all the women. But, I never thought a woman could satisfy me so completely like you do," Achilles said as he took her hand, it was still scraped from being held down, "Yes, I want glory still, I want the bloodshed. But my reason to go to war have changed, to protect you I go." He said as he brought her hand to his lips. "Now," Achilles started as he stood from the bed and motioned her to it, "rest, I'll stay here with you." He said as he laid her down on the bed and took off her shoes. She stared at him as he scratched his neck and leaned forward slightly. Achilles turned back to stare at her for a second before leaning in and kissing her bruised lips, bruised from kisses not from him.
"I love you, remember that always." Achilles said as Briseis' eyes shut and her breathing had slowed. He took a minute to look her over. The dress she wore was open in the front, it showed the bruises and scratches, the pain she endured. On her neck, she wore the necklace he had given her and her neck was showered, again, with bruises from unwanted kisses. He growled and shuddered as he stood from the bed, thinking about the night before.
Achilles opened the closet and took out a blanket and spread it over Briseis. He kneeled down on the floor and stared at her face lovingly. She was right, a man had stolen his woman and he hated it. He was controlling, he admitted it, and it made him insanely jealous as he thought about the man on top of her. The worst part was, it was all non-consensual, she had only wanted him inside her and he still felt envious. There was a knock on the door and Achilles growled, he was not in the mood for visitors. He opened the wooden door to see Menelaus' wife, Helen. She gave him a sad smile. "I am sorry, Achilles. Briseis was a nice girl, she didn't deserve what happened to her." Helen said as she stared at Briseis, who was still asleep on the bed.
Achilles invited her in but in the pit of his stomach, he felt something telling him that she wasn't good news. As Helen walked in, Paris, the prince followed. Achilles hadn't seen Hector most of the day and that was fine, he wasn't one to like the Princes of Troy. "Achilles, you know my friend, Paris, don't you?" Helen said as she motioned to Paris. He nodded solemnly and looked back to the bed where Briseis continued to sleep. Achilles noted on how intently Paris stared at his woman. "I feel terrible, she is only my blood. My dear cousin."
Achilles seemed short of fainting. She was royal, and a slave. She was abused unmercifully while Paris drank wine and had rendezvous' with countless women. He didn't understand it. "Your cousin was being abused while you slept with women and drank your wine?" Achilles said, angrily as he looked back to his fiancée, who seemed to be stirring as their conversation became louder. Paris looked from Helen and back to Achilles, who seemed to be very annoyed with him. "Her father lost most of their fortune. He put her in slavery, not me." Paris said innocently as he looked back to Helen who seem to be enthralled by his good looks.
"Out! Out!" Achilles screamed as he picked Paris up and shoved both him and Helen out the door. His woman laid sleeping, recovering from a brutal assault and they were all lovey dovey. It angered him to think that anyone could be so cruel to another human, especially family. When Achilles turned back from the door, Briseis was sitting up in the bed, the blanket over her legs as she stared at him. He was very angry, he didn't want to take it out on her but if she pushed him, he would explode on her. Briseis stared at him as he laid against the wall, than in a split second, punched the wall, denting it in slightly.
She jumped and Achilles turned to look at her. He cracked his knuckles and said, "I'm going out. I'll be back later." he said in an emotionless tone and was opening the door when he heard Briseis say, "Stay Achilles, please. I really need you right now." She said, her voice cracking slightly. Achilles sighed, annoyed by her, he needed time alone. "Guess what Briseis, you are a grown woman and you can take care of yourself. I need some time alone and even you, in your needy time of grief can give me that." she hadn't deserved that. He knew it, but he couldn't stop what had already slipped from his mouth. Her eyes that were staring at him, looked down.
He had given her a sharp blow to her ego. She sniffed and looked to him angrily. "Fine, go. I won't stop you, even in my needy time." Briseis said as she stood and walked away from him and into the bathroom. Achilles breathed in sharply and hit his forehead. He hated himself more than ever before. He was being selfish, and she hadn't been the one to made him feel guilty. She was his top priority at the moment, and it was going to stay that way…
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Thanks for the reviews from…
grelca
Lady Bulma Ishtar
Beechiki
len
grand admiral chelli
runningwolf1986
amy
Lisa Midnight Oceans
Ice Nymph
Laurie
Ava x 3
babyg2988
carolyn
Mrs.M
soccerbaby
Thanks again everyone!
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