"WHEN I AM QUEEN"
Installment #3: "Oh, Injury"
Images of Rory running, clutching her arm ran through my mind. I couldn't shake them. Dean, he boyfriend, who she presumably loved and who presumably loved her had broken her wrist, fractured her nose, given her a black eye and god knows what else. And she wanted me to just stand by and take it. I couldn't just stand by and take it. It pissed me off to no extent that she could just stand by and take it.
Was that why she had been crying on the bridge? Had he hit her before?
Was that the only reason she had kissed me? Because he had hit her, and she just needed to have someone care about her?
I hated Dean, and even if Rory was clinging to me because I was the only one around, I still thought he was a piece of shit.
I didn't know how Rory was doing in the hospital at this moment, and all I knew was that I wanted to behead the bastard who hurt her. I couldn't just sit around in my uncle's apartment steaming off, just wondering. I had to take action. And as much as I wanted to respect Rory's wishes, I couldn't just sit there.
I picked up my jacket and threw my arms in, pushing the door open furiously, only to spot uncle Luke standing there. "Where the hell are you going?"
"There's something I have to take care of," I said, emotionless, brushing past him. He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.
"Do you know who did that to Rory?" I just looked at him, saying nothing either verbally or in my face. I just shook him off me and I walked down the stairs. "Jess! Jess, tell me or I swear to god…"
"You swear to god? You're an atheist. Look, Luke, I have to take care of something and if that gets in your way, just… leave me alone." I walked out of the diner and headed straight for the Forrester house, with Luke rushing after me.
"Jess, what the hell are you doing?"
"I told you, Uncle Luke, back off." I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell, and it took Luke about five seconds more to figure out who I was after.
"Jess, think ab… Dean? You're telling me that Dean did that to Rory?" I rolled my eyes.
"Hello?" Dean pulled the door back and his eyes narrowed the moment he saw me. I took him by the neck of his shirt and threw him to the ground.
"You're a sick bastard and you deserve to go to hell."
"What are you going on about?"
I kicked him in the gut and Luke pulled me off him before I could start in again. "You're a bastard, and you know it."
"Take yourself off the crazy pills, man. I have no clue what you're talking about."
"You did that to Rory. You fucked her up and you deserve the worst you can get."
"Okay, Testosterone Lad, going home now," Luke said in my ear, hold my arms in a tight clutch behind my back. I shook him off again and lunged at Dean, but this time he was ready for me and met my face with his fist, and vice versa. We both tumbled back, but because I was the more experienced, I recovered quickly and went for him again, pushing him into his house and into the wall of the foyer. He pushed me off and I lunged at him again, throwing punches madly. He clocked me right in the jaw and I kicked him where I knew it'd hurt.
Luke then pulled me off the falling Dean, yet again. I smiled disgustedly at the top of his head as he wretched on the ground. "You're a sick fucking bastard and you deserve the worst you can get," I said, emotionless.
"You… can have… her. A bit too breakable for my tastes," Dean whispered, spitting blood out of his mouth. I kicked him in the jaw as response and Luke looked like he was about to do the same.
"Jess, come on," he pulled me out of the house, and Dean flipped me the bird.
Luke pushed me in the door of the apartment, which was still open from earlier when I had gone storming out. "What the hell is your problem?"
"You saw what he did to Rory. You know he deserved it."
"Yes, he deserved it, but that's not the point. You weren't thinking and my god, he is a bastard." I rolled my eyes as if to say 'no duh.'
"Does Loreai know?"
"I would imagine Rory told her."
"Do you know why he… did… that?"
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and simply said, "Yes." Before sitting down. The workers had just started coming in again after their break.
"What happened to you?" Tom asked, pointing to my bloody jaw.
"He got in a fight," Luke said blatantly.
"Well, you're going to have to go somewhere else, we gotta work." I rolled my eyes and picked myself up, going down into the diner.
"So…" Luke said, coming after me.
"'So' what?" I asked innocently.
"Why did he beat up Rory?"
"Because he's an abusive bastard."
"I know Dean. Somewhat. And, though I admit I never liked the guy, I would never have expected this from him of all people. So, you know, and I want to."
"I kissed her. He saw," I said point-blank, walking out of the diner with Luke looking after me, perplexed.
Installment #3 finished.
Oh, Injury - Written and performed by Rasputina for Frustration Plantation