Hidden Feelings Ch.6
AN: Whoa! Long time me no post, eh? Well, here it is the sixth chapter to my fic. I was hoping to make this a little more angsty but I'll wait for the sequel.
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Evo not. That out of the way let's begin.
The sun was just rising over the sea near the mansion, casting light upon a world of darkness and chasing away the shadows that had stood as sentry in the night. Its rays soon fell upon a young woman. They danced their way up her trim body, which, was covered in a cream colored silk night gown and matching robe, it did very little to keep her warm, and up to her face, framed by wild red hair that was being tossed about by the early morning wind brought in by the sea. The young woman was Jean. She was leaning against the balcony, sipping hot cocoa from a cup as she watched the sun rise and splay out across the sea and the land, wishing for "the one" to share it with and knowing that, that day might be soon.....if she played her cards right.
However, the tranquility did not last long as a blood-curdling scream pierced the morning air. It was a scream of horror, of pain and.....of pure terror. It was not the first time she had heard that scream but that never stopped the fear that raced up and down her spine. She dropped her cup and it tumbled, spilling all of its contents, before it shattered on the stone walkway underneath her balcony, as she made a mad dash for the room she knew it was coming from...knew WHO it was coming from. The doors of the girls dorm rooms zipped by in a flash until she came to the door where the scream had come from, was still coming from. She was shaking as she came to the door and her hands were so unsteady and her need was so great to comfort the one inside that she could barely open the door. As soon as the door was open she lunged for the bed and the person who was thrashing about on it.
"Rogue! Rogue, wake up! Please, wake up!" Jean took her by the shoulders and began to shake her when she did not respond. "Damn it Rogue! Wake up, WAKE UP!" Finally her pleas were answered as Rogue came to, tears streaking down her face, her body covered in a cold sweat and trembling from the nightmare. Jean, relieved that she was finally conscious, crawled onto the bed beside Rogue and gathered her in her arms. Rogue, not able to do anything else, sobbed to her hearts content into Jean's shoulder, taking comfort where comfort was given. They laid there for an eternity until the sobbing subsided and the trembling almost stopped.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jean asked softly into the top of Rogue's head, which she only shook no in answer. "Will you tell me why not?" Rogue pulled away from Jean turning her face away so that she wouldn't have to look at her, her hands, however, remained clenched in the folds of Jean's nightgown and robe.
"Ah can't talk about, it at least not right now." Rogue's voice was barely audible but Jean could her the refusal in her voice and the fear...yes, definitely the fear.
"But why, Rogue? Why?"
"Ah just can't so please don't ask me." This time Rogue got off the bed and walked towards the balcony window, her arms wrapped around her, in hopes to ward off something or to keep something from escaping. "Ah just can't." She softly shook her head as she stared out the window and stood there for a few minutes. By this time Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed, tense with frustration and the urge to go to the one she loved. Finally, the latter one out and she was off the bed in seconds standing directly behind Rogue, who still wouldn't look at her.
"Ah promise, as soon as Ah can tell you Jean, Ah will. Ah promise Ah will."
"I know. I just want- I just want to be able to help you."
"Ah know...." Rogue closed her eyes and added silently, 'But how can you help me when Ah can't even help myself?'
Jean watched as Rogue closed her eyes and said nothing more, but she understood...almost. It was at times like these that she wished she could just read her mind without her permission but Rogue was sure to take notice, especially when her system was still on high alert from the nightmare. She did the only thing she could do, she snaked her arms under Rogue's arms and around her waist until they were wrapped tightly about the girl and their bodies, her front to her back, were pressed together until no air could fit between them. She lowered her head slightly so that it rested against the side of Rogue's head and they remained that way for most of the morning. A "friend" comforting a "friend".
It was nearing lunch when the two came down to the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day. They didn't speak to each other, Jean was too busy thinking about what to do and Rogue was unsure how to act, partly because of the nightmare and partly because of the "hug" Jean had given her. Rogue was just sitting down with a bowl of cereal, with an apple and glass of orange juice when Jean suddenly shouted, "I got it!"
"Got what?" Rogue replied around a mouthful of cereal.
"Hurry up and finish. As soon as you're done me and you are going shopping."
"Shoppin'? Ah don't think so. Me and my happy ass is stayin' right here." Rogue finished with her cereal pushed it aside and began to eat her apple.
At Rogue's refusal Jean stood up and walked over to her and leaned across the counter toward her. She made a pouty face trying to get Rogue to agree, "Ooooohhh, come on. It'll be fun, besides we haven't even shopped for Christmas presents yet."
"Ah said no n' that's it." Rogue took another bite of apple and washed it down with her OJ.
"Pllleeeeeeeeaaaaaassssssssseeeeeee???????????" Jean really laid on the effects now, she even went as far as to add fake tears and a quavering lip.
Rogue, who was unable to hold up under the onslaught, pushed away from the counter and threw away her apple and put her glass ion the sink and gave in. "A body can't eat around a person who blubbers as much as you do. Ah'll go if only to keep you from doin' that."
Jean pushed away from the counter a little more enthusiastically than Rogue had done, bounded over to the disgruntled goth and looped her arm through hers. "Great! Then lets get to it." Rogue could only mumble threats and curses as Jean dragged her from the room.
Bayville Mall
Rogue and Jean walked down the crowded walkway of the mall, loading down with bags and bags of goodies. When they had reached the mall they had window shopped for a little bit before agreeing to go there separate ways to look for gifts. That had been hours ago and now, after eating dinner in the food court which had been there predetermined meeting place, they wanted nothing more than to be out of the "hell" they had thrown themselves into.
"So...whatcha get?"
"Ain't none of your damn business what Ah bought. 'Sides I thought that, that was the purpose of us splittin' up or am Ah wrong?"
"You're wrong. Never said anything along those lines and if I did I never agreed to it." Jean smirked at Rogue as she tried to peer over her bags and into the bags that Rogue was carrying.
"Ah knew you were lyin' the moment the words left your mouth. Seems you can't trust no one these days and stop that! You're not gonna see what I bought."
Their banter continued all the way out to the nearly deserted parking lot and all the while they were fittings bags into their respected positions in the back of Jean's SUV. They were both smiling as they closed the hood but soon stopped when they turned around and saw Duncan and two of his football buddies walking towards them.
"Well, look who we have here fellas. It's the freak and my ex- bitch of a girlfriend. So how's it hanging, Jeany?" Duncan and his goons came to a stop a few feet away from them trapping the girls. Their backs were against the hood and one of Duncan's goons to the left and right of them. Normally, they wouldn't have been worried about the situation but they smelled as if they had been dunked in a barrel of alcohol. It spread out about them like a mist, nearly suffocating the two girls with the stench as they inched their way toward them.
"Look Duncan, now's not the time nor the place to be talking about this, especially in your condition." Jean cringed as he put his hand on the hood and leaned close to her face. The smell alone wanted to make her vomit and his closeness almost pushed her over the edge. This wasn't the first time she had seen him like this, drunk off his ass and in a foul mood but it was the first time she had been afraid and not just for herself but for Rogue as well. Especially since he had two more with him that were just like him.
"Awww, why not? Considerin' what you did to me. ME! The star football player of Bayville High! You embarrassed me and in front of everyone!" Duncan's words were slurred together but she knew what he was saying and it made her angry. 'Better angry than afraid.'
"You embarrassed yourself when you came to the game drunk. The only thing I did was get rid of the trash. You, being that trash."
"You fucking bitch! I'll show you what happens when some body fucks with me!"
Unable to contain her anger Jean said something, anything, that would wound his pride and it did, "Yeah, but we never fucked now did we? I could barely stand it when you touched my hand!"
Duncan slammed Jean against the back of the car as the other two grabbed Rogue and hauled her away kicking and screaming. Jean could hear Rogue, hear her as she fought and she could see the shadows of the boys and Rogue. One was holding her while the other landed blow after blow to her abdomen. Jean began to run towards the shadows only to have Duncan yank her back by her hair and throw her into the hood once again, slapping her across the face.
"Bitch! You fucking bitch!" He back handed her and before she fell he landed a solid punch to her abdomen. He heard the air leave her body and watched with satisfaction as she doubled over in pain on the ground. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet while his other hand slipped into his pocket to retrieve his knife. He held it up to her throat and said with absolute hatred and....pleasure in his voice, "Time to die."
You know I was going to write more but then I thought, eh, why not leave it as a cliff-hanger. So, I did. (evil grin) hope ya'll enjoyed it, hopefully I'll have another chapter out soon, maybe two if I get the chance to work on it during the week. Please R&R and, as always, flames are welcomed, even appreciated at times.
AN: Whoa! Long time me no post, eh? Well, here it is the sixth chapter to my fic. I was hoping to make this a little more angsty but I'll wait for the sequel.
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Evo not. That out of the way let's begin.
The sun was just rising over the sea near the mansion, casting light upon a world of darkness and chasing away the shadows that had stood as sentry in the night. Its rays soon fell upon a young woman. They danced their way up her trim body, which, was covered in a cream colored silk night gown and matching robe, it did very little to keep her warm, and up to her face, framed by wild red hair that was being tossed about by the early morning wind brought in by the sea. The young woman was Jean. She was leaning against the balcony, sipping hot cocoa from a cup as she watched the sun rise and splay out across the sea and the land, wishing for "the one" to share it with and knowing that, that day might be soon.....if she played her cards right.
However, the tranquility did not last long as a blood-curdling scream pierced the morning air. It was a scream of horror, of pain and.....of pure terror. It was not the first time she had heard that scream but that never stopped the fear that raced up and down her spine. She dropped her cup and it tumbled, spilling all of its contents, before it shattered on the stone walkway underneath her balcony, as she made a mad dash for the room she knew it was coming from...knew WHO it was coming from. The doors of the girls dorm rooms zipped by in a flash until she came to the door where the scream had come from, was still coming from. She was shaking as she came to the door and her hands were so unsteady and her need was so great to comfort the one inside that she could barely open the door. As soon as the door was open she lunged for the bed and the person who was thrashing about on it.
"Rogue! Rogue, wake up! Please, wake up!" Jean took her by the shoulders and began to shake her when she did not respond. "Damn it Rogue! Wake up, WAKE UP!" Finally her pleas were answered as Rogue came to, tears streaking down her face, her body covered in a cold sweat and trembling from the nightmare. Jean, relieved that she was finally conscious, crawled onto the bed beside Rogue and gathered her in her arms. Rogue, not able to do anything else, sobbed to her hearts content into Jean's shoulder, taking comfort where comfort was given. They laid there for an eternity until the sobbing subsided and the trembling almost stopped.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jean asked softly into the top of Rogue's head, which she only shook no in answer. "Will you tell me why not?" Rogue pulled away from Jean turning her face away so that she wouldn't have to look at her, her hands, however, remained clenched in the folds of Jean's nightgown and robe.
"Ah can't talk about, it at least not right now." Rogue's voice was barely audible but Jean could her the refusal in her voice and the fear...yes, definitely the fear.
"But why, Rogue? Why?"
"Ah just can't so please don't ask me." This time Rogue got off the bed and walked towards the balcony window, her arms wrapped around her, in hopes to ward off something or to keep something from escaping. "Ah just can't." She softly shook her head as she stared out the window and stood there for a few minutes. By this time Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed, tense with frustration and the urge to go to the one she loved. Finally, the latter one out and she was off the bed in seconds standing directly behind Rogue, who still wouldn't look at her.
"Ah promise, as soon as Ah can tell you Jean, Ah will. Ah promise Ah will."
"I know. I just want- I just want to be able to help you."
"Ah know...." Rogue closed her eyes and added silently, 'But how can you help me when Ah can't even help myself?'
Jean watched as Rogue closed her eyes and said nothing more, but she understood...almost. It was at times like these that she wished she could just read her mind without her permission but Rogue was sure to take notice, especially when her system was still on high alert from the nightmare. She did the only thing she could do, she snaked her arms under Rogue's arms and around her waist until they were wrapped tightly about the girl and their bodies, her front to her back, were pressed together until no air could fit between them. She lowered her head slightly so that it rested against the side of Rogue's head and they remained that way for most of the morning. A "friend" comforting a "friend".
It was nearing lunch when the two came down to the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day. They didn't speak to each other, Jean was too busy thinking about what to do and Rogue was unsure how to act, partly because of the nightmare and partly because of the "hug" Jean had given her. Rogue was just sitting down with a bowl of cereal, with an apple and glass of orange juice when Jean suddenly shouted, "I got it!"
"Got what?" Rogue replied around a mouthful of cereal.
"Hurry up and finish. As soon as you're done me and you are going shopping."
"Shoppin'? Ah don't think so. Me and my happy ass is stayin' right here." Rogue finished with her cereal pushed it aside and began to eat her apple.
At Rogue's refusal Jean stood up and walked over to her and leaned across the counter toward her. She made a pouty face trying to get Rogue to agree, "Ooooohhh, come on. It'll be fun, besides we haven't even shopped for Christmas presents yet."
"Ah said no n' that's it." Rogue took another bite of apple and washed it down with her OJ.
"Pllleeeeeeeeaaaaaassssssssseeeeeee???????????" Jean really laid on the effects now, she even went as far as to add fake tears and a quavering lip.
Rogue, who was unable to hold up under the onslaught, pushed away from the counter and threw away her apple and put her glass ion the sink and gave in. "A body can't eat around a person who blubbers as much as you do. Ah'll go if only to keep you from doin' that."
Jean pushed away from the counter a little more enthusiastically than Rogue had done, bounded over to the disgruntled goth and looped her arm through hers. "Great! Then lets get to it." Rogue could only mumble threats and curses as Jean dragged her from the room.
Bayville Mall
Rogue and Jean walked down the crowded walkway of the mall, loading down with bags and bags of goodies. When they had reached the mall they had window shopped for a little bit before agreeing to go there separate ways to look for gifts. That had been hours ago and now, after eating dinner in the food court which had been there predetermined meeting place, they wanted nothing more than to be out of the "hell" they had thrown themselves into.
"So...whatcha get?"
"Ain't none of your damn business what Ah bought. 'Sides I thought that, that was the purpose of us splittin' up or am Ah wrong?"
"You're wrong. Never said anything along those lines and if I did I never agreed to it." Jean smirked at Rogue as she tried to peer over her bags and into the bags that Rogue was carrying.
"Ah knew you were lyin' the moment the words left your mouth. Seems you can't trust no one these days and stop that! You're not gonna see what I bought."
Their banter continued all the way out to the nearly deserted parking lot and all the while they were fittings bags into their respected positions in the back of Jean's SUV. They were both smiling as they closed the hood but soon stopped when they turned around and saw Duncan and two of his football buddies walking towards them.
"Well, look who we have here fellas. It's the freak and my ex- bitch of a girlfriend. So how's it hanging, Jeany?" Duncan and his goons came to a stop a few feet away from them trapping the girls. Their backs were against the hood and one of Duncan's goons to the left and right of them. Normally, they wouldn't have been worried about the situation but they smelled as if they had been dunked in a barrel of alcohol. It spread out about them like a mist, nearly suffocating the two girls with the stench as they inched their way toward them.
"Look Duncan, now's not the time nor the place to be talking about this, especially in your condition." Jean cringed as he put his hand on the hood and leaned close to her face. The smell alone wanted to make her vomit and his closeness almost pushed her over the edge. This wasn't the first time she had seen him like this, drunk off his ass and in a foul mood but it was the first time she had been afraid and not just for herself but for Rogue as well. Especially since he had two more with him that were just like him.
"Awww, why not? Considerin' what you did to me. ME! The star football player of Bayville High! You embarrassed me and in front of everyone!" Duncan's words were slurred together but she knew what he was saying and it made her angry. 'Better angry than afraid.'
"You embarrassed yourself when you came to the game drunk. The only thing I did was get rid of the trash. You, being that trash."
"You fucking bitch! I'll show you what happens when some body fucks with me!"
Unable to contain her anger Jean said something, anything, that would wound his pride and it did, "Yeah, but we never fucked now did we? I could barely stand it when you touched my hand!"
Duncan slammed Jean against the back of the car as the other two grabbed Rogue and hauled her away kicking and screaming. Jean could hear Rogue, hear her as she fought and she could see the shadows of the boys and Rogue. One was holding her while the other landed blow after blow to her abdomen. Jean began to run towards the shadows only to have Duncan yank her back by her hair and throw her into the hood once again, slapping her across the face.
"Bitch! You fucking bitch!" He back handed her and before she fell he landed a solid punch to her abdomen. He heard the air leave her body and watched with satisfaction as she doubled over in pain on the ground. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet while his other hand slipped into his pocket to retrieve his knife. He held it up to her throat and said with absolute hatred and....pleasure in his voice, "Time to die."
You know I was going to write more but then I thought, eh, why not leave it as a cliff-hanger. So, I did. (evil grin) hope ya'll enjoyed it, hopefully I'll have another chapter out soon, maybe two if I get the chance to work on it during the week. Please R&R and, as always, flames are welcomed, even appreciated at times.