15 minutes later, Lena was taking a tour of Jonathan's house. "It's not that much; one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and dining room." And of course, Jonathan's extra room. It was the unfinished room in the very back of the house. Jonathan had put some special additions in the room, of course, but it wasn't fit for someone to sleep in. And for the first time in his life, Jonathan was embarrassed that he didn't have a big fancy home where he could show Lena nice things. He almost didn't want to show her his bedroom; he hadn't cleaned it in a while. The bed was unmade and there were clothes strewn all over the floor. Lena didn't seem to mind, but that didn't stop Jonathan from being embarrassed.
It got late and both Jonathan and Lena were tired. While Jonathan changed in his room, Lena waited and explored for herself. I really hope she doesn't look in the extra room. This reminds me, I should probably get a dead bolt for the door.
And Jonathan's heart dropped as he heard a, "Oh my god!" from the other side of the door. In nothing but his boxers, Jonathan rushed out of the room to find Lena. All he could think was, Shit! She opened the door to my experiment room! She found out about my toxins! Jonathan skidded onto the tile where Lena was standing. He tried to keep his balance, but ended up on the floor. Lena turned around from the bookcase she had been staring at and started to laugh "Let me help you up." As she reached for Jonathan's arm she asked, "What was so important that you had to rush in here with out clothes on?"
"I heard you say 'oh my god', and I thought that you might have hurt yourself."
"Oh, that is sweet, but I was just exclaiming about your absolutely fabulous book collection."
Thank god she didn't find the toxin room. he thought. "You like it?"
"It's wonderful! You have all of my most favorite books and poem collections."
"I have been collecting since I was a kid. I wasn't really into sports, so I collected books and studied."
"Do you like to watch sports?"
Jonathan thought about it and said, "Not really, I don't think that I have ever even watched a game of basketball before."
"That's okay, I hate most sports to. I don't like to play any of them, and I don't like to watch too many of them. I don't really like basketball and I hate football with a passion."
"As do I."
"The only things I really like watching is Baseball and Rugby."
"Rugby?"
"Yeah. It is kind of like football without pads. They only have ten guys and they have a longer field."
"Oh. And baseball?"
"Hell yes! I am a hardcore Yankees fan!" Jonathan let out a snort. "Don't laugh at me!"
"I wasn't laughing," he tried to keep a straight face.
Lena took a book off of the shelf and hit him on the arm. "Snorting leads to laughing!" She shook her head, "Go put some clothes on."
As soon as Jonathan was in the safety of his bedroom he let out a long sigh of relief and made a mental note, Get deadlock for toxin room.
Lena borrowed some of Jonathan's nightclothes to change into. "I don't want to kick you out of your bed, I don't think that's fair," Lena protested.
"I am the one who is the host here, I say what will happen. And I say that you sleep in my bed. I will be fine on the couch."
"Are you positive?"
"Of course I am positive, Lena. I am a doctor, you know." Lena laughed and after much more protesting, Jonathan ended up on the couch.
The next morning Jonathan woke up with a sore back and a tired head. I really need to go shopping for a new couch. He hadn't gotten more then a few hours sleep.
He trudged into the kitchen to find Lena bright eyed and wide awake. "Hello Jonathan. How are you this morning?"
"Wonderful," he said, popping his back. "And you?"
"Perfect! Your bed is so comfortable!" She motioned to a chair to get Jonathan to sit down. As he flopped down she said, "Thank you for letting me sleep here, I don't think that I would be able to face Mallory. Especially after we just put her pride and joy behind bars."
"Anytime, Lena."
"So, I guess I will go home tonight."
"No, you stay here. Mallory will take advantage of your vulnerable state right now; she could possibly even drive you to suicide again."
"Are you sure that you want me to stay with you?"
"Positive," he said. Then, the voice came back, Jonathan, you have her staying at you home! She is in your grasp! She trusts you! You need to break that bond of trust before it gets any deeper and give her a dose of the toxins! Jonathan just ignored it and pushed it to the back of his mind.
The next day, Lena needed clothes. All she had were the clothes from the Asylum and you can only wear the same set of clothes so many times. "Well, what should I do?" Lena asked Jonathan.
"You do need clothes," Jonathan said. He paused and thought for a while then said, "I will come with you to Mallory's house and we can get some clothes and personal items for you."
The next thing Jonathan knew, he was at Mallory's house. He parked the car at the curb and looked over at Lena. She was as pale as a ghost and trembling so hard Jonathan was surprised the she didn't fall out of the seat. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the house. "Lena," Jonathan said. He reached out and took her hand. "I promise it will be fine. We'll get in and out as fast as we possibly can." She looked back at him and squeezed his hand to let him know that she trusted him.
"Mallory?" Lena called as she walked into the seemingly deserted house. She made a hand motion telling Jonathan to follow her. They walked into Lena's bedroom and she pulled a suitcase out of her closet. She dumped everything she could find in that one tiny case.
Her room was interesting to Jonathan. She had papers with half written ideas scrawled in messy handwriting posted up next to the posters of old and new movies. There were pictures of her and a group of people he had never seen before and a series of pictures of two adults holding a growing child.
"The pictures of the group of people are me and my speech and debate team. They were the only people who really accepted me for who I was," explained Lena.
"And the adults with the child are you and your parents," finished Jonathan.
"Yep. I have a bunch of pictures under my bed of them and me. They were picture fanatics. Anything that was even remotely worth remembering, the brought out the camera." Her voice constricted as she finished the sentence. Jonathan walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. She smiled at him through watery eyes and finished putting the pictures in the suitcase.
"Okay, all set," said Lena. Just as they were about to leave her room Mallory walked through the doorway.
"Mallory?" said Lena. She started to tremble again and became very pale.
"What the fuck are you doing here you little whore!" Mallory spat out. She reeked of alcohol and was slurring her words terribly; Jonathan was surprised that he could understand what she was saying.
"I was just getting some of my things," Lena said in a meek voice. "I am staying at Jonathan's…"
"Really! How many times have you been nailed? You little hoe! You brought him here to fuck! Is his house not clean enough for you? Huh?"
"I think it's time we left Lena," said Jonathan. He stepped in front of Lena and tried to get Mallory to move from the door way but she wouldn't budge.
"You thought that you would be able to piss me off enough if you brought him here to screw each other right after you put my baby in Jail! You lied to the cops you little bitch! Joey would never hurt anyone!"
"I think that is quite enough Mrs. Flowers! Now if you will excuse us, we have far more important matters to attend to then listening to your incessant bitching regarding something you obviously don't have the faintest idea about. Moreover, what Lena and I do in our spare time is none of you business. Do you honestly think that if we were 'fucking', as you so crudely put it, that you would be the first one to know? I don't think so."
Mallory just stood there, confused by Jonathan's words. He didn't think that she had ever heard most of those words before and it stumped her to the point of being immobilized in thought for a second. He took hold of Lena's hand and pushed Mallory out of the way. "Come back here you little bastard! I am not finished with the whore yet!" Mallory tripped Lena and grabbed her other hand and tried to pull her in the opposite direction. She got close enough to hit Lena a few times before Jonathan wrenched her from Mallory's vice grip. He helped Lena stand up and rushed her to the car, the suitcase forgotten in the hall way.
"Go ahead!" Mallory screamed after them. "Run like the little bitch you are! Take your crap with you!" She threw the suitcase out of the door and it skidded to a halt in front of the car. "If I ever catch you, you little crack whore, or your pussy boyfriend on my property again I swear I will take out my rifle and shoot you until you are dead! Dead, you hear me! DEAD!" Mallory kept on screaming out of the house even after the car had pulled away.
"Lena," Jonathan said. "I am so sorry."
"Oh, Jonathan!" she sobbed.
"Don't worry, we are almost home. Then you never have to face Mallory again." But how wrong he was, he wouldn't know until it was too late.
Hello all of my loving fans! I know that I haven't posted in forever! But I have some good news! If any of you remember my reason for not posting, it was because of my very first speech and debate meet. Well, I won first place for my dramatics! I am so happy! So, I wanted to thank all of you for being so patient with me! And to show my gratitude to you all you all get an extra special 5 course e-dinner of your choice! Now, time for the shout outs!
Silver Anarchist- You have no idea how she will react to Jonathan's job! That is the major part of the story, but not to worry, we have a lot more chapters to go through before we get to that particular point. Oh, and I bid you happy watching your Batman movie!
b- Thank you! I hope this chapter will be up to your amazement level!
Blodeuedd- Dude! (Jumps in and dances equally lame dance moves with Blodeuedd) And don't worry about the Scarecrow/Crane dialogue. There will be much more to come, but not in the next few chapters.
Spinnincircles- Oh my. That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I am so flattered! (Jumps up and hugs spinnincircles) You are so nice! You need to hurry and post your stories so I can return the favor! I just can't say how happy that made me! That totally made my day! 8-)
Jessica- I have actually never heard of the Irish folk band you are talking about, but if you give me their name I'll see if I can't find some of their music. The sound like a really cool band. No, my choir sung that song for the last choir concert. My choir butchered it, though. And you will see a little more insight to Lena's family, just not for a little while. I have everything planed in my head, but if I can get it out on paper within a week of thinking of it, that is a different story. ;-)
Firefly 4000- (shoves snickers in mouth and hardly even chews then proceeds to talk with mouthful) Johnny will get his action in due time, I just don't want to rush that because it is such a crucial part of his and Lena's relationship.
Thank you all so very much for being so patient and forgiving! But, to let you know ahead of time, my next speech and debate meet is the 15th and 16th of December, so I will try to get as many chapters in as I can from now until then.
Love,
Celia
