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MidniteAngelGoth- here is the update. Sorry, the cliffie was seriously calling out to me.
Chapter Six- The most unwelcome visitor
In a second, Rogue came face to face with a woman in dark glasses and short hair.
"Who's there, she called."
Rogue hesitated for a second; she could still leave. She could just run right now. But no, she had run enough. "It's me Irene," she said tentatively, "it's Rogue."
"Come in dear child," she implored opening the door to her foster daughter. Rogue entered the living room, old memories washing over her. The place looked exactly as it used to. "Then again," Rogue thought, "it wouldn't do for a blind woman to rearrange her furniture."
"Can I get you anything? Are you hungry or thirsty?"
"No, no thank you. I'm fine."
"Okay dear, if you want, you can go put your stuff in your room and lay down. Did you come here straight from Bayville?"
"Yeah I did. How did you know I had stuff with me," Rogue asked curiously.
"I heard the suitcase rolling on the floor," she answered. Rogue had forgotten the tendency for other senses to heighten when one is lost.
"Oh," was her lame reply.
"So do you want to lay down?"
It seemed rude, but Rogue was exhausted. The rest on the train didn't cover a few months worth sleep deprivation. "Yeah, I think I will do that if you don't mind. Thank you."
"No problem dear child, everything in your room is just how you left it."
"Okay," Rogue said, heading over to her room that was at the far end of the hallway coming off the stairs. For obvious reasons, Irene slept in the master bedroom on the first floor. Weakly she dropped her suitcase on the floor about three feet into the room and collapsed on her bed. Not bothering to undress in the least, her body just shut down.
"Look at me girly. I want to see your eyes when I'm in you. I want to see your pain." Her face was forced towards his, eyes pressed shut. A clawed finger forced one open. "That is a good girl. Now move with me." She stayed still even while he thrusted so heard she thought she would split. "Stupid girl, too stubborn to help yourself. You might as well relax, who knows you may enjoy it."
"No, I never will. Get away from me, Get away, get away, get away, GET AWAY!"Rogue sat up immediately, panting hard. Her hands were balled up into fists and her mouth was dry. She probably had been shouting in her sleep. Irene was on the other side of the house. With any luck she hadn't heard her. No one was rushing to her room, so she was hopeful. Looking down, she saw the comforter was completely mangled and realized she must have been thrashing about as well. It was a damn miracle that Irene wasn't rushing in here.
Rogue laid back down for about 15 minutes before realizing that she was not about to fall asleep again anytime soon. She glanced at the clock; it read 2:53 AM. She had gotten to Irene's at about 10 AM meaning she had slept for almost 15 hours. No wonder she couldn't get back to sleep. Her stomach grumbled then, but after what she woke up to, she would not be able to keep food down. She hadn't eaten much more than a sandwich and water in about two days and still felt extremely nauseous. If only she could forget the feeling of him on her. The feeling of rough fur between her legs. Rogue took a deep breath. She couldn't eat but she definitely needed something to drink. Quietly she slipped down the stairs. Out of old habit she avoided the spots that squeaked. She had a tendency to sneak out when she was younger. She was about to turn the corner on the staircase when she heard voices. This puzzled her immensely. It didn't sound like a TV but what guests would Irene be tending to at 3:00 in the morning.
"How is the girl, Irene? Don't lie to me, is she alright" asked a concerned but somewhat cold voice. A voice that was all too familiar. "No," thought Rogue, begging, "please tell me I'm wrong tell me it isn't-"
"I don't know Raven, I spoke to her for about a minute and a half. She sounded so tired I sent her straight to bed. She hasn't gotten up since she went up at about 10:00 am."
"Are you sure she is still even alive," Raven asked in an exasperated tone.
"Yes, I'm sure she is still alive. She just doesn't seem to be doing so well."
"No surprise there. I never should have allowed her to go with Xavier. Look what happened under his care! I should have stopped-."
"How raven?" Irene interjected, "How would you have stopped her. She didn't listen to you at 12, what makes you think you could have convinced her at 15? It just wasn't an option. There is no reason to blame anyone but the truly guilty so drop it."
"Fine, I will drop it, but only until later. Right now I'm going to check on Rogue."
Rogue decided this was her cue for entrance, "Let me save you some trouble Mystique. I'm right here and I'm fine. Actually, I was just leaving, so see-ya."
"No Rogue, don't leave please, not until you understand," Irene begged.
"No Irene, I understand, I understand perfectly well. There is no way I can be within 1000 feet of this woman let alone the same house. I'm sorry it just isn't' feasible. If I knew she was dropping in I wouldn't have bothered you at all. Let me just grab my suitcase and I'm gone," Rogue stated heading towards the stairs.
"Rogue, Stop! Wait a second! Stop running off like a little child. We need to talk," Raven demanded walking after her.
"Talk? Like Hell we do! I have gotten enough talk from you for six lifetimes. Every word that comes out of your mouth is a manipulative lie. I don't want to hear it. I don't even want to see you! I hate you. I hate you for what you've done to me. I hate you for what you have done to my brother. I hate you for who you are!" Rogue had turned around on the first step, shouting her words, "I can not deal with you right not. Not after…I just can't. I understand you are as welcome here as me. I won't tell you to leave. I'll take care of that myself. Good bye," she said, turning back around and flying up the steps to her room to grab her suitcase. However as she turned to leave again, Mystique blocked the doorway. Rogue was in no mood to play games. In a low deadly voice she stated, "Move."
Raven matcher her voice perfectly replying with a steady, "No." Lifting her voice a bit, she continued, "Not until we talk."
"Forget it bitch, I'm done with you," Rogue spat.
"Please Rogue, hear her out," said Irene, who had snuck up behind Mystique, "we want to help you."
"Bullshit," Rogue argued, the only person Mystique ever helps is herself."
"I get it Rogue, you hate me, but I'm what you got right now." Raven explained.
"What the hell do you mean by that. And no, I don't hate you. I changed my mind. I loath, despise, and abhor you. Now move before I make you."
"I mean what I said, I'm what you've got right now. You left the institute, you need me. I am not going to move, so go and ahead and try to make me," she challenged.
Rogue faked a right punch, shoving her left fist into Mystique's stomach as she went to block the other it. As the blue woman doubled over, Rogue grabbed her bag, and slipped out past the two women and down the hallway. She flew down the steps, but before making it to the door, she was tackled from behind. Irene's call of, "Raven, be careful, don't harm the girl," seemed to be ignored. Rogue flipped over and tried to get up, but only succeeded in being pushed back to the floor on her back this time, head slamming into the thin carpet. Multicolored dots burst in front of her eyes. Mystique removed herself as Rogue's vision cleared. She stood up to see a pistol aimed at her face.
"You goin' to shoot me mother?" she asked in an almost humorous tone, slightly hindered by the lack of air reaching her lungs.
"Raven," Irene cried, "put the gun away!"
"Go ahead mother, 'cause guess what? I don't care! Kill me! I don't care! In fact, I want to die. So let me do you a favor, just hand the gun to me and I'll shoot myself. That way, you won't get into any trouble," Rogue shouted, holding out her hand to be given the gun.
"Don't be stupid Rogue," her mother said putting down her hand holding the gun, "I'm not going to shoot you."
"Damn, that might have been the first thing you did right for me too," she cursed, "well I'll be seeing you then."
"No Rogue, you aren't leaving yet, I'm sorry," Raven said behind her.
Rogue felt a sudden sharp blow to the back of her head. Then everything faded away.
A/N
Enter: Raven Darkholme.
Because Rogue's life isn't difficult enough.
I don't know when chapter seven will be out. I will shoot for tommorow, but i make no promises.
In other news I got one of the biggest compliments from a friend of mine when they seriously asked if I had been raped before. They said i wrote like I had been. Yes, I am warped enough to see that as a compliment. Honestly this work is a result of AP English. When you read Tess of d'Ubervilles followed by poems on Rape this is the result.
Warning to all people reading- if you ever take AP Literature, be prepared for a depressing year. Classics do not become so by being happy.
Lllama
Oh yeah- thanks for reading.
