Dark Secrets Chapter 3, a x-men: evolution fanfic

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Remy stared at her, his eyes cold and hard. He wouldn't leave until she told him. Rogue knew that he would demand the answers. She was hesitant to answer.

"What happened?" She closed her eyes and leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Mah adoptive father abused meh. Ah had ta sleep in the cellah wit' nothin' but this ratty old blanket. It was the only thing Ah had left of mah real parents. That's why Ah kept it. He barely fed meh. He even told meh that the only reason he adopted meh was fo' the money." She felt her tears finally give way. "Ah got this from when he got meh wit' his steak knife when Ah stole his dinner.. Ah had so many cuts an' bruises.." She tried to force the memories from her mind. "After Ah moved here wit' Irene.. Ah started ta cut mahself.. Please, Rem, don't tell anybody. Please.." He could hardly believe it. Why would she hide this from him? She was his best friend.

"Chére, have y' told 'Rene?" He asked, a little worried that she didn't say anything to the woman who was taking care of her.

"No, but your ma did." She answered quietly. "Ah can't live this way, Remy. I jus' can't." He could feel her shaking. He sighed and got into a more comfortable position and then pulled her into his lap, wrapping her in his arms. He couldn't tell her that everything would be okay. Maybe it wouldn't.

Rogue had fallen asleep quite early so she wasn't tired when she had to get up for school. She walked to school in the rain and slogged down the hallway. She was wet, unhappy, and moody. She glared at everyone, not caring if her face froze that way in a permanent scowl. She stopped at her locker and opened it. She put her jacket in there and took out the books she needed, then she slammed it shut.

"Someone needs a hug." She turned around to see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed. "I saw y' talkin' t' Remy yesterday. Whatever y' d', remember that he belongs with me." Rogue never felt anger like the one she was feeling then.

"Listen, Remy don't belong wit' anyone. He belongs wit' whoevah he chooses ta belong with." She smirked at the blonde. "And nice bleach job." She walked away before the blonde could come up with a retort. Rogue knew it was time to face the facts. Now that she told Remy her secret.. will he still be there for her? Or will he treat her differently?

"Pop quiz today, kiddies." Rogue banged her head on the desk. She was not going to be able to survive all day.

"Welcome to detention. Sit down, shut up, and watch the clock." Rogue seated herself in the back and stared out the window. Her eyes stung and she closed them briefly. She was in detention because her Phys. Ed teacher hated her. He found any reason to stick her in detention. His goal for the week would probably be to get her in ISS. She reached down in her book bag and pulled out her notebook. Time to doodle. She was in here at least three times a week if not more. Her grades were never good and she was an outcast.

"In here again, Rogue?" She looked up as the teacher gestured to a seat in the front. There were only two other people in there and they were both sleeping. She picked up her bag and started toward a seat in the front. Once she sat down, she looked at the teacher. He was okay. He usually talked to her. "What teacher was it this time? Mr. McGraw?"

"You know it." She heaved a sigh. "He hates meh." Mr. Evans raised an eyebrow.

"I've had many students in here under him. Most of them forget their gym clothes." She stared at him.

"Ah nevah forgot mah gym clothes. Not once this year!" She glared at him. "Everyone is out ta get meh in this stupid school." She felt like kicking the desk and throwing the chair.

"Calm down, Rogue. I never said you did. Besides, he is strict." Mr. Evans took out a book and slipped a pair of glasses on. She picked up her pen and opened her notebook. She stared out the window, looking at the tree and got an idea about what she wanted to draw. She kept all of her art a secret. She began her picture, concentrating with all her mind on making it the best one she would ever do.

Remy lit up a cigarette and sat back on the branch in the tree he was sitting in. Rogue hadn't gotten home from school yet. His eyes followed Belladonna as she went over to his house. He scowled. How he hated that woman. She was an annoyance. He caught some movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to watch Rogue as she walked up the sidewalk. She looked so out of it. He could barely stand to the empty look in her eyes. She was staring straight ahead, looking as if nothing was in front of her. She turned up the walkway to the porch. As soon as she got to the tree, she stopped and looked up, directly at him. Then she looked away and continued on to the porch.

"Hello, Rogue." Rogue's gloved hand stopped just above the doorknob.

"Belladonna, what a pleasant surprise." She said sarcastically. She wasn't in the mood to talk to her. Anyone but Ms. Immabitch.

"Yes, for y'. Have y' seen Remy?" Rogue bit her lip, trying to suppress her anger.

"If Ah did, Ah wouldn't tell you. He's probably hidin' from ya. Now, get away from meh." Belladonna was offended. Everyone was supposed to like her; even if she hated them.

"Well, there's no reason fo' y' t' get all snippy on me." She turned around and walked away. Rogue entered the house before Remy had the chance to jump out of the tree and run over to her. She slammed the door, making the reef fall off the nail. Remy sighed. He knew that mood.

"I suppose I should talk t' her." He jumped down out of the tree. Bella had walked by and didn't even know he was there.. but Rogue had. He wondered what she was thinking when she had looked at him. He dropped his cigarette and stomped it out, picking it up so that Rogue wouldn't hit him later on for leaving it in the yard. He stopped on the sidewalk and shook his head. Giving Rogue time to cool off would be best.

Rogue sat in front of the mirror in her pajamas, brushing out her auburn hair. She stared at her reflection without make-up. To her, it reminded her of her past. She set the brush down on her dresser and stood up, picking up the towel she left on the bed and throwing it in the hamper. She went into the bathroom, exiting her room, and picked up her toothbrush. She started brushing her teeth when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. She opened the door and peeked out, seeing Remy standing there. She walked over to the sink and continued to brush her teeth then rinsed and turned the water off. She walked out and tapped him on the shoulder.

"How long are ya gonna stand there and knock?" She opened her door and went in, leaving it open for him to follow. He closed it behind him, signaling that he wanted to talk seriously. "What do ya want, Remy? Ah have ta study fo' a test tomorrah." He stared at her before sitting down next to her on her bed. His brown eyes showed worry.

"Rogue, something is wrong with you. I saw how you looked today when you were walking home. Tell me."

"Can Ah keep anything a secret?" She glared at him and looked away. "Maybe Ah don' wanna tell ya about mah problems."

"Rogue. Please, tell me." She stiffened at the soft, caring tone of his voice. Her eyes stung again. Why did he have to use that tone with her? Why couldn't he just leave it alone? Why did he care?

"Why do ya care, anyway?" He took her face in his hands and turned her gaze to him, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

"Because I do. Will y' tell me or am I wastin' my breath?" She stared at him, realizing that not everyone would hurt her. She realized that he cared about her and that he would never do anything to hurt her. She also knew that she could trust him. By her silence, he thought he was wasting his breath.. but something about the look in her eyes stopped him from moving. She was staring at him; looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. She looked like she was caught. She suddenly tore her gaze away from, pulling away from him. She fell off her bed, exposing some new cuts on her lower leg. She immediately covered them up and knew she was in for some serious words. She was gasped and held her breath when he picked up her pant leg. "Why?" She didn't know how to answer. She couldn't look away from him.

"Ah.. Ah don't know! Maybe its because Ah can't trust anyone! Maybe Ah want ta end mah misery.." She finally looked away from him and stood up, staring at her motionless figure in the mirror.

"Y' can't be serious." His eyes were wide. "Y' should put yo're past behind y'."

"Its not only mah past." Was the only answer she gave him. He stood up, following her gaze to the mirror. "Mah life has been nothin' but miserable."

"Even now? Even wit' me and Irene?" Her reply was so soft that he couldn't hear it. He blinked.

"I don' know what to think anymore." More tears slid down her pale skin. "Ya should leave.." Truth be told, he didn't want to. But he didn't have any other choice. He left the room without another word. Rogue slid to the floor and covered her face in her hands. "Ah'm so sorry, Remy.. but Ah can't trust ya.." The biggest issue in this was trust. She then wiped her tears away and stood up. She went to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She picked up a knife and twirled it in her fingers.

"Marie?" Rogue stiffened, putting the knife in her drawer and slamming it shut, knocking some stuff over on her dresser. She went to the door and walked out, turning off the light on her way.

Rogue pulled on her black pants and combat boots. She didn't have school today but she wasn't staying here and waiting for Remy to find her. She walked to her closet and took out a black tank top, pulling it over her head. Then she pulled on a black hooded sweater and picked up her bag. She left the house. She didn't know where she was going to go but she needed to get away. She decided to go somewhere where she might fit in. Knowing the perfect place, she decided to begin walking. She avoided people's gazes as she stood at the bus stop. She put on her headphones, turning on her music in her Walkman. The bus stopped in front of her and she boarded, putting her change in the slot. Then she found an empty seat and stared out the window. The gray clouds blocked out the sun and prevented any light from getting out. Light flashed now and then and she was sure that thunder was to follow. The rain began in small droplets then it broke, starting a downpour. She stared out the window. Then she pulled her hood over her head and pulled on the string to stop the bus. She got off and started to walk. Puddles began forming and she splashed through them. Her sweater stuck her skin and her pants were soaked. She entered a club and walked to a table. She sat down and sighed, turning up her volume on her Walkman.

"Hey there." Someone sat down at her table and she looked up. She felt her hood fall back. "What are you doing in here?" She turned to watch people dance to the loud music, ignoring him. She could barely hear a word he said anyway. She was getting sort of sick of being here already. She got up. Maybe she didn't fit in anywhere. She left quickly. She felt like she was being followed. She pulled her hood back up and started running. She crashed into someone after turning a corner and fell back, landing in a puddle. She looked up, staring wide-eyed at the person. He had his coat on and a hood over his head. He pushed the hood back, showing her worst nightmare.

"Oh no.." She got up and turned around but it was useless to run. She winced when the person grabbed her hair and pulled her into an alleyway.

"Think you can run away from me, didn't you, Marie?" She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her Walkman was ripped from her, along with her sweater. "Thought you would never see me again, didn't you?"

Third chapter is done! Woot woot! I think I get a cookie! A big cookie!

-Jess-