I'm
back! Okay so here it is…the third
chapter of my story. It took me forever,
but here it is
. There shouldn't be any mistakes...if there are, forgive me. Also--Columbia acts a bit hypocritical in this next chapter. And also: Ragdoll Sins--I put something in there for you...I hope you notice it : )
Disclaimer: I still don't own RHPS.
Chapter 3
As the next few days passed by, Columbia learned to—somewhat—tolerate Eddie. She hated being in the same room with him and she never spoke one word to him. But she stopped moping around, just as Frank had ordered. After all, he was her Frankie.
Instead of sulking in Frank's presence, she cried silently to herself at night when she heard sounds of laughter floating from Frank's bedroom. Eventually, though, she was used to it.
One evening, Columbia walked through the house, searching for something to do. Ever since Eddie arrived, Columbia no longer knew what she was to do in the wee hours of the morning—that was always the time she spent with Frank. Columbia opened the doors to the ballroom only to see Eddie sitting by the jukebox. She almost turned around to flee, but decided she might as well talk to him.
"So," she said loudly to get his attention. His head jerked around to the sound of her voice. "How does a guy like you end up with a guy like Frank?"
"What do you mean," Eddie asked, confusion thick in his voice.
"Look at ya. You're totally not Frankie's type. For one thing, look at what you're wearing. Now look at me," Columbia said rather viciously.
Eddie looked down at his boots with embarrassment. A smile spread on Columbia's lips. She liked this idea of making him squirm.
"So, Fattie, whod'ya think Frankie would rather fuck all night long? Me or you?"
"The name's Eddie. Not 'Fattie'. And I'd like it if you used 'chubby' instead," Eddie retorted.
Now it was Columbia's turn to be surprised. "I—I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend you," she said sheepishly, though she really had meant to make him feel uncomfortable. Now that she saw his reaction, she felt bad about it.
"S'okay."
And with that, Eddie turned back to the jukebox. Columbia's face turned a deep shade of pink. She stormed out of the ballroom, her heels clicking wildly.
How dare he turn his back on her? How dare he insult her like that? It was enough to drive Columbia crazy. This man was going to be more trouble than he was worth.
In a blind fury, Columbia tore everything in her bedroom apart; she ripped the wallpaper from the wall, shred her blanket to pieces, and knocked everything off the shelves and dressers. Anything she saw, she grabbed and attempted to mutilate it in every way she could think of. Everything was a blur of feathers and fabric. Columbia suddenly felt a pair of hands pulling her down to the ground. She tried to break free and fight her way out of the grasp, but eventually she surrendered.
Not knowing what to do, Columbia curled herself into a little ball. She let out a mournful wail before a flood of tears came out. The hands still clung to her arms as her body shook.
When Columbia's tears finally subsided, the voice that belonged to the hands asked, "What the hell is going on?"
