1Pairings: Odd and Sam
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Nothing major except I'm sick and on meds and it might show through. Please forgive me if some things don't make sense.
Author's Note: As previously mentioned, I'm ill and slightly demented. I hope you enjoy the chapter and that nothing to strange was a result of my medication. Please review!
"Odd..." Ulrich started. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at Odd.
"Just say it Ulrich. You were right, happy? She's putting me through Hell again, she has me worried to death over her. Are you happy? Is this what you want to hear?" Odd demanded. He stood up, walking over to the window and looking out it.
"Odd, I didn't want to be right. But...you knew there was something wrong with her. Why don't you just, move on?" He side-stepped quickly as Odd turned, his fist hitting the spot where Ulrich's stomach would've been. "Odd!" Ulrich yelled, grabbing his arms. "Stop it. Stop beating yourself up over this, okay? Your just staying with her because you feel guilty over what happened to Elizabeth. That's why your taking it this hard."
"Screw you. It's my life and I can do what I want. I don't need your input." He wrenched out of Ulrich's hold and stormed out of the room, grabbing his cell from the night stand.
"Odd!" Ulrich yelled. The door slammed shut and he sighed, glaring at it. He looked down at Kiwi, who was peeking his head out from under Odd's bed. "He's hopeless, isn't he?" he asked. Kiwi whimpered, wagging his tail and crawled out, going over to Ulrich.
He went to the park, just trying to find somewhere peaceful to be. Somewhere that was even the least bit normal. "Ulrich's wrong. I don't care what he thinks. He doesn't understand," he muttered. He shoved some branches out of his way, making his way down to one of the streams that ran through town.
"Come on, the water's nice!"
"No way. It's freezing!" she laughed, pulling her foot out.
"Sammie...?"
"No. I am not getting in that cold water!" she exclaimed. She sat down on the shore, crossing her arms to make her point. But her eyes were shining.
"Fine. I hate to do this...but..." He got out of the water, grabbing her and managing to drag her, screaming, into the river. They resurfaced and she glared at him, brushing her hair back. "See, it's nice and warm."
She shook her head, splashing him. "Your hopeless!" she exclaimed, starting to swim. There had been a lot of rain that summer and the stream had swelled into a small river, the current swift.
He swam over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she turned, facing him. "I know, but you love me anyway," he said, smiling.
She smiled back. "So conceited," she teased. He stuck his tongue out at her and she giggled, then grew serious. "But your right. I love you Odd," she whispered, then dunked him under, swimming away, laughing.
They had been happy back then. But he had known something was wrong even then. Her eyes were always so haunted when they first got together, her posture rigid, tense. But he had shoved it aside, because she was wonderful, intoxicating. Every moment with her was like a dream and she was simply fantastic. He had loved her.
He still loved her.
He had gone home after that night at the club and told Ulrich what had happened and that's when Ulrich had made him promise not to see her again. So when she called for help...he had hung up. Vowing not to call her. What would've happened if he had gone to her? If he had helped her when she needed it. Would she be in so much trouble now?
His cell rang and he jumped slightly, pulling it out. "Odd?"
"Oh, hey Yumi. What's up?" he asked, trying to make his voice light. Trying to force his pain away. After all, he was the happy one right?
"Ulrich just called...are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry 'bout it Yumi. I'm great. Just...worried," he said.
There was a pause and he swallowed, looking at the water and watching the sun glint off it. "Odd. I'm at the hospital. There's...something's...just, come here, okay?"
"Yeah okay. Bye Yu," he muttered, hanging up. He stared at the water for another moment, remembering the sound of her laughter once again. It seemed so long ago, was it really only a year?
"What do you want to be?"
"What?"
She propped herself up on her elbow, lifting her head from his chest and looked at him, her hair pooling on his body. "When you grow up. What do you want to be?"
He laughed a little, pulling her down again, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other combing through her hair. "I don't know honestly. Something original and cool, but not sure exactly what." He smiled when she wrapped an arm around him. "What about you?"
"Promise you won't laugh?"
He tilted her face up, looking her in the eyes. "I promise."
"I want to be an actress." He grinned and she turned her head, burying her face in his chest. "You promised you wouldn't laugh!" she protested, words muffled by the cloth.
"I did and I'm not. I would never laugh at you. I think that's a great dream of yours," he whispered. She looked at him, smiling and he grinned back, enjoying the way the moonlight silhouetted her. "Your beautiful."
She blushed, shaking her head. "Don't lie, I know I'm not."
His eyes narrowed and he reached out, brushing his fingers against her cheek. "I've never lied to you and I won't start now," he whispered. She smiled as he sealed that promise with a kiss.
The hospital was cold and white and very bright. He found his way down the halls to the waiting room where Yumi was sitting, a chemistry book open in her lap. "Hey," he said.
She lifted her head, smiling at him. "Hi."
"What's up?"
"Her parents came. To take her home."
"What? But she's unconscious! Don't they have to wait until she wakes up?" he demanded.
"She was awake Odd. When they came and took her. She didn't say a word, except your name. I think she wanted to talk to you. She didn't look good Odd. And the doctor's...the doctor's said..." she broke off and swallowed. "The doctor said that there's signs of self-mutilation. Or abuse."
He sat down quickly, swallowing and shaking his head. "No. She would've told me if there was. She told me everything..."
"Odd, I think you need to talk to her."
He nodded, standing again as Yumi gathered her things. "I'm sorry Odd."
A small nod and he left. He took the long way to her house, trying to sort through his feelings. She had always told him everything, they had been completely open with each other. Their deepest darkest secrets were brought to light when they were together. She would've told him.
"How long do you think we'll be together?"
"I don't know. Hopefully awhile."
"Awhile? I was hoping forever." She turned red as he looked at her and he smiled.
"Forever sounds good to me," he purred in her ear. He laughed as she reddened more and pulled her closer to him. She winced at the sudden contact to her waist and he paused, frowning. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just...a bruise," she muttered. She lifted her shirt up a bit and he saw a long, cylindrical bruise on her side. The center had crusted blood. "I got hit with a bat at school."
"Ouch. That must hurt."
"Yeah, it does."
"Want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
"That's a myth you tell little kids to make them stop crying," she protested. He laughed. "Anyway, it'd be weird for you to kiss my side."
"Yeah, guess it would." He paused, looking at her and smiling. "So how about I kiss you here and it just...moves down to your side?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow at him as he leaned forward, kissing her lips. He slid his arms around her waist again, careful of the bruise, pulling her to him. Shutting out his thoughts because he knew they were right.
It wasn't the first bruise like that he had seen on her.
Author's Note:Sorry guys. I've tried to update but I dunno. Things happened and junk. Lots of projects! Grr. Anyway, here's the new update!