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Rogue was pushed up against a brick wall, helpless as some man she should've once called 'father' beat her. She cried, trying to fight back, only to be thrown back by force. She felt blood run down her face, going into her eyes. She felt him punch her in the stomach.
"Why?" She asked. He stared at her, his eyes roaming over her.
"Little Marie." He chuckled. "When you went missing, they stopped sending me the money. And I want you to understand that you'll never be happy. I hope you're miserable, Marie." He pushed her harder into the wall. "You're a little slut."
"Shut up!" She cried, her knees going weak and her legs giving out under her. She went limp. "Just.. shut up." She felt him hit her over and over again but she was helpless. As helpless as she was all those years ago.
"I know where you live, Marie. You better not tell anyone about this or you'll pay for it." He shoved her against the wall again and left. She slumped to the ground and winced. Tears spilled from her eyes and mixed with the streaks of blood that were flowing from her cuts. She pulled herself up and stumbled out of the alley.
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Rogue climbed the ladder in the dark. It had taken her the rest of the day to walk there. She reached the top and opened the window, shaking her head to rid herself of some of the water in her hair. She climbed in and winced because of her bruises. She closed the window and went over to the bed, shaking the lump under the blankets. Remy sat up, his hair ruffled and his eyes still glazed from sleep. He turned on the lamp at his bedside and blinked. His mouth dropped open.
"Rogue!?" He stared at her. "What happened t' y'?"
"Remy.. He found meh." Tears cascaded down her face and she shivered from the cold. He pushed the blankets back and got up.
"Come on, let's get y' outta them wet clothes an' int' some dry ones."
"'K." She said softly, following him to the bathroom.
"I'll get y' some clothes an' y' can take a shower." She nodded, watching him leave. She was wrong and she knew it. She could trust Remy. She wanted to trust him. She turned around and turned on the hot water then got it to the right temperature then turned on the shower. She peeled her wet clothes off and got into the shower.
When she got back out, she didn't see any clothes so she wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door, cautiously looking out. She went to Remy's room and knocked before going in.
"Rem?" He looked up and held out some of her clothes. He had gotten her a huge t-shirt and her sweats with underwear. She blushed slightly and left the room quickly. Remy honestly knew that she shouldn't go anywhere by herself. He never wanted to see her like this again. When she got back, she held out her wet clothes with a confused look on her face. "Where do we put these?" He took them and threw them in his hamper.
"Rogue, let me see what he did t' y'." She sat down. He saw her lip and some bruises on her arms. He didn't know what to say about it. She lifted her shirt a little and exposed a large bruise on her stomach.
"Ah shouldn't be tellin' ya.. He told meh not ta tell anyone.." She put her shirt back down and closed her eyes, leaning forward until her head rested on his shoulder.
"I'm glad y' did." He slowly put his arms around her and rubbed her back. This was so wrong. She didn't deserve this. "Jus' relax. I won't let anythin' happen t' y'."
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Rogue woke up and stretched, yawning. She blinked her eyes and sat up.
"Remy?" She looked down the edge of the bed to see her clothes folded in a pile. She got up and got dressed. She opened the window and clutched her clothes that she slept in to her as she climbed down the ladder. She ran to her house and asked Irene if she had talked to Remy today.
"No." Rogue frowned. Where did he go? She bit her lip and went back outside. Belladonna stopped and looked at her, then laughed.
"Well, don't y' look charming." Rogue scowled.
"Well, don't ya look a bit dirty ta be goin' out in public laughin' at people?" The blonde looked down at her shirt and pants and shrieked.
"Y' little-"
"Sorrah, Ah have ta get goin'. Catch ya later." Rogue smirked. Belladonna must have spilled some soda down her shirt and didn't notice it. How 'charming'. Rogue went back upstairs and got dressed in clothes that were less ripped and less revealing. Her next mission was to find Remy. She looked up in the tree he was in before. Where should she start? She wanted to thank him for last night. This was her chance.
"Rogue?" She looked back ahead and saw Remy standing next to his bike. "Wanna g' fo' a ride?" She smiled slightly. She should enjoy whatever time she could with him. It wouldn't last forever and she knew it.
"Sure, if ya want meh ta." He grinned.
"'Course I d'." He tossed her a helmet. She smiled and put it on. She ran over and got on behind him.
"So, where we goin'?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"You'll see." She felt the wind against her skin as they pulled away. She felt safer around him. She actually felt a lot better than she had yesterday. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his back. When they stopped, she looked around. "Well, I thought we could use a day of fun."
"Ya read mah mind." She hopped off the bike and took the helmet off, shaking her head.
"'Course I did. Didn' y' know I was psychic?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Psycho, maybe but not psychic." He frowned and gave her a light shove.
"Very funny." He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the swings. "G' ahead. I'll push y'." She nodded and got on, feeling his hands on her back, pushing her forward. She pumped her legs, trying to get into a good swing. After a few minutes, he stopped pushing and sat down in the swing next to her. "No worries here, hm?"
"Nope." She slowed down her swing and just sat there next to him. "Ah haven't been here since yo're ma brought us here all them years ago." She smiled.
"Yeah, I know." He watched the little kids play on the slide and in the sandbox. "I remember when someone got ants up her pants. Literally." He grinned when she growled at him. "It was funny seein' y' run an' scream."
"It was funny when Ah poured sand down the back o' yo're pants." He stared at her.
"Non, it wasn't."
"Yeah, it was." She smirked at him. "Shall we find out?" He got up and starting running away from her.
"Non! Mon dieu, non!" She got up and grabbed some sand, chasing after him with it. When she caught up with him, she tackled him and they rolled on the ground. They both laughed at each other. Remy reached over and pulled a stick from her hair. She leaned over and plucked a leaf from his.
"Chicken."
"Excuse?" She rolled her eyes and pushed him over.
"Yo're a big pushover." He glared at her.
"I resent that remark."
"Too late, dork." He tackled her again and landed on top of her. "I'm so scared."
"Y' should be." He smirked evilly and started to tickle her. She laughed until tears began rolling down her face and she couldn't breathe.
"S-Stop!" He did as she said and helped her stand up.
"Let's g' and grab some lunch, non?"
"Okay." She agreed, following him. It had made her feel like a kid again. A kid that was having a fun day at the park. Not one that was abused and starved. "Where we goin' ta eat?"
"Fast food?"
"It'll go straight ta mah ass." He looked at her.
"Remy don' mind." She stared at him.
"Perv." He frowned.
"That ain't true." She raised an eyebrow. "Well, it isn't." She continued to stare at him. "What? It isn't!"
"Riiight." She rolled her eyes. "An' Ah'll believe that when pigs fly." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "Ah'm offended."
"Why?" She sighed and shook her head. "Oh!" He grinned. "I didn' mean it that way."
"Sure ya didn't." He sighed and shook his head.
"What am I goin' t' d' wit' y'?"
"Ah have a list but Ah left it in mah other pants."
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Rogue was once again in detention. Mr. McGraw hated her. He really did. This was getting on her nerves.
"Ah jus' don't know what Ah did wrong. It was an accident." She mumbled to herself as she drew in her notebook. "This ain't getting meh anywhere." She drew a picture of her gym teacher and ripped it, stabbed it with her pen, and tossed it in the trash. It made her feel a little better.. but not too much better.
"Hello once again, my lovely detention class." Mr. Evans walked in with a frown on his face. "I need a new job." Duncan, who was on the school's football team, snickered. "What are you all for today?"
"I skipped class." One kid called out.
"Got caught beating up a freshman." Duncan said nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair.
"Mr. McGraw." Rogue said softly. Mr. Evans sighed. The rest of them were sleeping again.
"Have anything worth sharing this time, Rogue?" She frowned.
"Not really. Ah accidentally hit a girl with the volley ball."
"Who was the girl?"
"Belladonna." She replied quietly.
"Was it really an accident?"
"Nah, Ah aimed fo' her head when Ah was servin'."
"Same team?"
"Yeah." He shook his head and sighed. Detention was never a fun class to watch.
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"Detention?"
"How'd ya know?"
"Psychic, remember?" Remy was picking her up from school. He wasn't taking chances. Not anymore. Duncan watched them with an interested look on his face.
"Thanks fo' remindin' meh." She slid the helmet on her head and got on behind him. "Thanks, Rem." He didn't respond. She knew he heard her. He looked back and smiled at her.
"Wouldn't want t' lose mon best friend."
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-Jess-