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Cobalt had given up on Spot when he finally let me back in the lodging house. She was forlorn and sat in a corner doing nothing. The beauty and life had left her blue eyes completely.
"She has nightmares, Storm. 'Bout Xavier," Spot told me.
"Because you were being an asshole!" I snapped and leaned over her. He had finally let me in just because of the conditions she had put herself through. She was wasting away.
"Spot, if she's sick...I'll kill you!"
He nodded but failed to tell me what had gone on in the two weeks he had kept her in that room. How he had taken half her heart from me...
"Cobalt, why ya so sad all da time."
"You took my Calahan, no? You won't give him back."
"Cal don't wanna come back. He don't like ya like dat."
"He loves me."
"No, I love ya." Those lies had come from Spot so easily it made me sick. She had looked up at him, intense, and then kissed him hard. How I hated him when I learned of this from Blade, Spot's little brother.
"Remembah Cal, even though I'm family...he'll kick my ass 8 years old or 23 years old. Spot ain't nice," He had whispered.
I had agreed not to go ballistic but when Blade told me that I had wanted to murder my best friend.
"Cobalt? Are you alright?" I asked quietly...hoping for an answer; French or English.
"Le non, partent. Vous avez menti à moi..." Her voice was faint and fading.
I frowned. "I don't understand you..." Tops stood up from behind me.
"She said, 'No, go away. You lied to me...'"
I shot up. "What the fuck did you tell her, Spot Conlon?!"
Spot glared. "Don't get dat tone a' voice wit me! I didn't tell her nothin' but da truth."
"Cobalt I didn't lie to you! He did! I would never lie to someone I love..." I stopped, surprised that I had even said the word 'love'. "I love you Christelle!"
Cobalt was crying by then. "Le non! Le non! Le non! Je t'aime trop mais je l'aime et il m'aime mais vous m'aimez! Je ne sais pas quoi penser, Orage!"
I rolled my eyes and hit my knees. "Please speak English?! Please, please, please?!"
Tops laughed. "Hold on. She said, 'I love you too but I love him and he loves me but you love me! I don't know what to think, Storm!' You had better figure this out, Cal."
I put my hands on her shoulders. "Cobalt listen to me. He kicked me out. I didn't leave you. I wanted to come back but he wouldn't allow me."
Spot by now had me around the chest and heaved me backward. I fell against the wall. "Spot stop it!" Tops screamed.
Cobalt scrambled to her feet. "Le non! Don't do this! C'mon you two. Stop this all!"
I smashed my fist into Spot's face. "Let me go! Dumbass!" I rolled out from under him. "Get off me!"
Cobalt stomped on the floor and then in a very anxiety filled moment; she let her eyes roll up and she fainted. I reached out and caught her. "Christelle! See Spot! You have to go and fuck things up all the time!"
Cobalt had given up on Spot when he finally let me back in the lodging house. She was forlorn and sat in a corner doing nothing. The beauty and life had left her blue eyes completely.
"She has nightmares, Storm. 'Bout Xavier," Spot told me.
"Because you were being an asshole!" I snapped and leaned over her. He had finally let me in just because of the conditions she had put herself through. She was wasting away.
"Spot, if she's sick...I'll kill you!"
He nodded but failed to tell me what had gone on in the two weeks he had kept her in that room. How he had taken half her heart from me...
"Cobalt, why ya so sad all da time."
"You took my Calahan, no? You won't give him back."
"Cal don't wanna come back. He don't like ya like dat."
"He loves me."
"No, I love ya." Those lies had come from Spot so easily it made me sick. She had looked up at him, intense, and then kissed him hard. How I hated him when I learned of this from Blade, Spot's little brother.
"Remembah Cal, even though I'm family...he'll kick my ass 8 years old or 23 years old. Spot ain't nice," He had whispered.
I had agreed not to go ballistic but when Blade told me that I had wanted to murder my best friend.
"Cobalt? Are you alright?" I asked quietly...hoping for an answer; French or English.
"Le non, partent. Vous avez menti à moi..." Her voice was faint and fading.
I frowned. "I don't understand you..." Tops stood up from behind me.
"She said, 'No, go away. You lied to me...'"
I shot up. "What the fuck did you tell her, Spot Conlon?!"
Spot glared. "Don't get dat tone a' voice wit me! I didn't tell her nothin' but da truth."
"Cobalt I didn't lie to you! He did! I would never lie to someone I love..." I stopped, surprised that I had even said the word 'love'. "I love you Christelle!"
Cobalt was crying by then. "Le non! Le non! Le non! Je t'aime trop mais je l'aime et il m'aime mais vous m'aimez! Je ne sais pas quoi penser, Orage!"
I rolled my eyes and hit my knees. "Please speak English?! Please, please, please?!"
Tops laughed. "Hold on. She said, 'I love you too but I love him and he loves me but you love me! I don't know what to think, Storm!' You had better figure this out, Cal."
I put my hands on her shoulders. "Cobalt listen to me. He kicked me out. I didn't leave you. I wanted to come back but he wouldn't allow me."
Spot by now had me around the chest and heaved me backward. I fell against the wall. "Spot stop it!" Tops screamed.
Cobalt scrambled to her feet. "Le non! Don't do this! C'mon you two. Stop this all!"
I smashed my fist into Spot's face. "Let me go! Dumbass!" I rolled out from under him. "Get off me!"
Cobalt stomped on the floor and then in a very anxiety filled moment; she let her eyes roll up and she fainted. I reached out and caught her. "Christelle! See Spot! You have to go and fuck things up all the time!"