"I just needed to see you," Duncan explained, placing his hand on top of mine.
"Alright," I started, blushing slightly, "What did you wa—" but I didn't finish, because Duncan laid a kiss flat on my lips. Utter shock. That's what I was in. I suspected something may happen, but I hadn't anticipated it coming so quickly. After he pulled back, I simply stared blankly at him with a total loss for words.
"I'm sorry, he apologized, "I just couldn't—I—I should go." He stood up to leave, but I reached out and caught his arm, forcing him to sit back down beside me.
"Wait," was all I could mutter. I placed my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer to me. We engaged in a long passionate kiss and I could tell he was caught unexpected. He was having difficulty finding somewhere to place his hands, so I took them both and placed them on my hips, while I rested mine on his shoulders. Our kiss became more intense as he laid me down on the bed and drew back for a moment to catch his breath.
"Are you sure this is all right?" he asked.
I gazed deep into his eyes, smiled, and answered, "Perfect."
He leaned in again and kissed me as his trembling hands undressed me. There was something very faint telling me I shouldn't be doing this, but the sounds of our moans drowned it out. Duncan removed his shirt and I gasped softly at the site of his chest. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and drew them down along with his boxers as our kiss continued.
"Stop," I said suddenly, realizing something, "We can't do this. Not without-"
"Right," he replied, breathing heavily. He found his pants on the floor and pulled a condom out of the back pocket. He placed it on himself as we resumed our adventure.
I must stop the story here, just briefly. I have to omit this section of the story, for the benefit of some privacy for myself, but I'm sure you can guess as to what happened. I will, however, continue the story towards the end of this scene.
"Oh, shit," Duncan said suddenly, his eyes full of terror.
"What's the matter?" I asked, not wanting him to stop.
"It broke," he said apologetically. He looked absolutely fearful.
My eyes grew wide. "It…what?" I managed to say. A large knot was in my throat and my eyes stared at him blankly.
"It broke," he repeated. I couldn't move; I couldn't speak; I couldn't do anything, but sit there with my eyes wide and mouth hung open. When I didn't reply, Duncan thought it best that he left, and if I were able to speak, I would agree. He gathered up his clothes, quickly dressed, and left without another word.
"How could this happen?" I thought, as I slowly dressed into my pajamas. I paused to contemplate this, "But it did happen. I might have a baby, for fuck's sake!" I told myself. Normally, I don't swear. My parent always told me it was not acceptable to swear, whatsoever, but in my current situation I found it completely acceptable to swear. Not letting my mind wander from the fact that I may be a mother in about nine months, I cried myself to sleep.
"Wake up," I heard a voice say, and when I mumbled a response, a hand gently shook my shoulder. "It's time to wake up, Violet. The VFD gathering is starting at 4:30," said the voice again. I opened my eyes to see Klaus standing above me. He had obviously waken up a while earlier, because he looked much more cleaned up then I did. My eyes shifted from his face to the clock on my nightstand.
"12:45!" I asked angrily, "How could you let me sleep in this late?" I sat up quickly.
"I'm sorry, I though it best to leave you and let you get some rest. You were sleeping so soundly, and I didn't want to wake you," He apologized.
I sighed, realizing I had blown up at him for no reason at all. "No I'm sorry," I explained, "I was just surprised, and I'm a little cranky. That's all."
"It's all right. I'll leave you to get ready then," he said and backed out the door into the other room.
I closed my eyes and it came to me again. That nightmare. Why did it keep coming back? I brushed the thought of it from my mind once again, and stood up to find my ribbon, but once I did, I felt pain sear up my legs. At first, I couldn't remember why I was sore but I spotted an empty wrapper on the floor. Memories of the previous night flooded into my mind.
I would remember that night until the moment I died, which turned out to be but a short time away.
I bent over, wincing in pain and picked up the wrapper to hide it deep in the trash bin in the bathroom. When I looked into the mirror, I saw a girl who was in desperate need of some cleaning up. I even chucked a little at the site of the horrible state I was in.
"You need to take a shower," I told my reflection, so I stripped down and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water hitting my body. I must have soaked for at least half and hour, and when I stepped out of shower, I felt fresh. I wasn't nearly as depressed about my 'situation', but needless to say, I was still worried. I think the shower helped me clear my mind.
I dried off, dressed, brushed my hair, and was interrupted my teeth brushing by a knock on the door.
"Kalu," shouted a small voice I knew to be Sunny's. She meant something like "It's Sunny Baudelaire. May I please come in?"
I spit the remaining toothpaste in my mouth into the sink. "Of course, Sunny," I replied. The door creaked open, and my little sister entered the room.
"Half hour," she told me, which meant "Kit would like you downstairs to help her tidy things up in about half an hour."
"Thank you very much, Sunny," I replied. For some reason, I just didn't want to talk to much of anyone at the moment.
Sunny looked up at me, frowned, and continued, "Klaus, Duncan, and Isadora help." I'm sure you can understand as to what she meant by this.
"Alright, Sunny, I'll be down soon, but if you don't mind, I would like to be left alone as a now," I responded to my sister in the most polite way I could manage.
"…'kay. Bye," she said sadly and left the room. By then, I had felt terrible for the way I treated her and hurriedly finished getting ready.
I walked downstairs, ready to find Sunny and apologize for the way I had acted towards her, but Kit found me first and immediately sent me off to start cleaning.
"Where's Sunny?" I asked her politely before I set off to work.
"Oh, she's in the kitchen, and that's where I'll be if you need anything, okay?" she answered quickly, obviously in a hurry, "and smile, dear," she added with a wink as she tilted my head up to look into her warm eyes. I knew she meant well, but I also knew she wouldn't completely understand what I was going through, so I smiled reluctantly and went to join the others.
We started in the lobby, straightening all the pillows, vacuuming the deep red carpet, and dusting all the beautifully polished tables. We moved from room to room, repeating the process several times, and each time I desperately tried to get a word alone with Duncan. I needed to talk with him about the night before, but he constantly avoided my presence, so I could barely speak a word to him. What had I done wrong? I wished he wasn't upset or angry with me, but why would he be? We needed each other to get through this.
I kept trying, yet never succeeded and eventually retreated to my room after cleaning for a short nap. Okay, I know what you're thinking: She's sleeping again? Yes, even though I did sleep quite late, I still had a restless night, so I laid my head down to catch up on some sleep (which didn't happen, I might add).
The moment I shut my eyes, I heard several loud gunshots followed by several heavy thunks, as if several bodies had fallen to the floor. An eruption of screams and chaos emerged from downstairs, and I immediately jumped out of bed and rushed out into the hallway. I suddenly stopped, frozen to that very spot just outside Room 315, on Floor 2 of Hotel Denouement.
Then I heard a maniacal laughter echo from the circular lobby downstairs, a laughter that I had recognized at once, a laughter that belonged to the dreadful Count Olaf. I stood in the hallway, not knowing what to do, but remembered I must look after my family. I rushed down the flight of stairs to the grand lobby, only to find it looking not so grand with the bodies of Kit and many hotel workers lying on the floor with a fatal gunshot wounds.
I let out a horrified scream and looked from the dead bodies lying on the floor up to Duncan, Isadora, Klaus, and Sunny standing across the room with a look of terror on all their faces.
"How nice of you to join us," came a voice from behind me. I spun around to find myself looking into the shiny eyes of Count Olaf. His putrid breath hit my face as he panted excitedly. Two of his faithful comrades stood next to him: the hook-handed man, and his sister, Fiona. "You," he commanded, speaking to the hook-handed man, "get the bookworm. I'd very much like to rid myself of the little shit first. And you," he said to Fiona," be sure we are not bothered."
"Yes, sir," they said together. All three villains shared an evil grin before the two followed their orders. Klaus had a terrified look on his face, but knew he didn't have anywhere to run to. All he could do was stand numb to his spot. Fiona drew a gun from her side and pointed it straight at my head, "Get over there," she gestured toward my friends and siblings. I obliged and slowly walked to them, not keeping my eyes off Fiona or her brother, who then strode swiftly toward us with an evil grin on his face.
He lunged at Klaus and started to drag him out of the room by his feet. "Violet!" Klaus wailed. I took a few quick steps toward my struggling brother, desperate to help him, but Fiona cocked the gun she was holding and held it level to my head, which made me stop in my tracks. Tears began streaming down my face and…this all seemed so oddly familiar.
"Violet! Please don't let me die!" Klaus yelled, as I saw his hands disappear around a corner. The dream. I knew what was going to happen, but I had to prevent it!
"Klaus!" I screamed at the empty doorway, my face stained with tears. I bent down and picked up Sunny, so we could hold each other and cry together. I glanced at the two triplets standing beside me to find them both weeping and hugging each other.
Suddenly, a cry of pain erupted from behind the doorway. A cry of pain erupted from the mouth of my younger brother. Fiona, still holding the gun at us, looked towards where the horrid sound was coming from, and I took my chance.
I quickly sat Sunny on the floor and grabbed the gun away from Fiona's grasp. As she quickly spun around, I shoved it in her mouth. "You let me go to him, or I'll pull this trigger," I threatened through tears.
Fiona slowly nodded, her eyes wide with fear. I took the gun out of her mouth and ran to the other room, yelling Klaus's name. As I entered the room, I saw the hook-handed man hovering over a body that I wished wasn't Klaus's.