Author's Note: Well once again, thanks to you all that took the time to read and write a review. I am glad there are people out there who like the dark nature of the fic. When I was first writing this I was slightly afraid it wouldn't go over to well since it was dark and most people here are looking for up-beat and happy. Well, I don't buy the happy ending crap. Not so much anyway, I still have my moments. But I would also like to thank Jesse Static and Ironic Ending. Jesse for the kick ass beta-ing and Ironic for the free advertisement in his work and for suffering through even though there are not bunny rabbits and clouds. Tee hee. Note this is probably my favorite chapter because of the third section down. It's my favorite thing I have ever written. Well, I could ramble on, or let you get to the fic. So. Please leave me some love people, it feeds my ego and self-esteem so… Enjoy!
Also, everything is still intentional!
Chapter 5
She had anticipated this. Once he'd had his way with her, he'd leave her alone. But why did she care so much now? Isn't this what she wanted? Shouldn't she be happy? Wasn't this what she'd been hoping for since his little obsession with her began?
She felt cheap and used, and worse than that was the fact that she didn't care. In fact, she loved the feeling. She tried in vain to reach that same pleasure he provided her with whatever she could find. She needed him and that was the worst of it.
"I need you to fuck me," her mind would often scream every time she saw him. She wanted to tell him, oh God did she need to, but he was always in public; always conveniently around someone else. She didn't care if she looked weak before him. Hell, he knew what he did to her. That was evident since "the encounter." She would gladly go to him on her knees and beg for it, but she couldn't break down in front of everyone and beg Seifer to fuck her again. She needed to maintain some self-respect.
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Rinoa missed having him around. She missed the meal time lies of how good the food was despite their discoloration and the way his face contorted as he tried to prove his lie. Hell, she almost believed him. His words were convincing enough and his eyes were the deal breaker.
She missed talking to people. Everyone seemed to be as afraid of her as they were of him. It was probably his comments he made to everyone who bared their souls. Why did they still bother if they knew he would mock them? These people were so broken, so how did they manage to keep talking knowing Squall was there waiting with a comment? It was probably because they knew he was just as broken.
But he left her alone. He sat there patiently and attentively listening to every word she spoke. Why? And did that send a message to everyone else to leave her alone? How juvenile. Even the blonde nurse that glared at her daily left her alone now.
Rinoa sighed and continued to flip through the magazine of things the media deemed important. She mostly looked at the pictures and not the words. Only fifty percent of them were true anyway. Occasionally, she would come across a photo of her and her friends at red carpet events she vaguely remembered going to. The famous men she had been reportedly linked to. Only half of them were true. The other's wished. God, she was bored. The room was relatively empty except for a few people watching TV. She sat in the back corner by herself, not bugging and not being bugged.
She hadn't seen him since "group." Where the hell was he? One just doesn't simply disappear into nowhere, she thought as a large shadow cast over her form. She knew who it was from the sudden chill running down her spine. Rinoa closed the magazine and met his icicle eyes.
"Let's go," he ordered.
Her hands shook; there was something in his voice that said she should be scared. But, something else told her to be more afraid if she disobeyed. Carefully, she set the paper entertainment down and stood.
"Where are we-" she started.
"Shut up and just follow me," he snapped. The duo moved stealthy down the darkened corridor.
The escape was easy – stairs, crawling, cafeteria, kitchen door. The outside was the problem. The cameras and motion detectors were not as easy to bypass. All they needed were guard dogs and a moat.
He had been there enough times, he knew the blind spots and when it was safe to move. Up the side, a step to the left, a roll for effect and up the and over the blackened wall. Freedom.
The night sea breeze felt nice as they strolled into the nearest town of Balamb. She was surprised there wasn't a guard checking for rehab escapees, considering the relative closeness. Unlike most college towns, Balamb almost seemed as though it was independent and wanted nothing of the building not even a mile away.
"Where are we going?" she asked timidly as they entered town.
"I want to get drunk," he replied.
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She watched him. Always watching him. He knew this. He felt this. He smirked a little every time he felt her cold blue eyes on him.
He made damn sure he was never alone in public. She would never come and interrupt him while he was with someone else. She was too proud. She didn't want to run the risk of appearing weak. God forbid. But he knew she was. Otherwise, she wouldn't stalk him with her eyes.
He was never alone when he ran the risk of running into her. It wasn't that he was afraid of her doing him bodily harm. There was no way she could. They had established who was dominant on day one. He may have been the first pseudo stalker but even then he was in control. The stalker is always the dominant one. Scratch that the hunter was the one in the position of power.
Even now despite the slight role reversal, he was still in control. He knew what he was doing to her; building the gingerbread house and dropping the bread crumbs. Don't worry Gretel, you will be safe here.
He tempted her but did not allow her a taste, not even a smell. Well not since, ya know. Only a long distance glimpse. Tempting, teasing, angering, make her want until she snapped.
He knew where the snapping led to; Angry stalker sex. The best kind in his book. Hell, it wasn't really sex. It was the text book definition of "fucking." It was the explosion after the long, painful anticipation countdown. It was angry, desperate, rough and quasi-legal. Then tension builds to a point where you don't give a flying fuck if you hurt the other person in your quest to gratification. It was sinister and evil, but Goddamn it was hot.
He wondered how long it would be before she got to that point. How long before she broke under the pressure and came back to him for another fix. When would the withdrawal start? When would her high horse trip and fall, throwing her to the ground causing her to crawl back to him? It was a weak horse. He shot it that day in his room. She needed him and he knew it. She was no better than these people here, and that made it that more exciting to him.
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Rinoa was slightly taken aback by the reply but kept along with him. She looked around at the quaint houses and wondered if a town like this even held a bar. It was eight o'clock on Sunday and it looked as though the entire town was closed for the night. Rinoa couldn't stop thinking about how cute that idea was. She was used to cities that never slept and no one trusted anyone, ever. The kind of town where impoliteness was the norm and no one was safe after dark. She held the sneaking suspicion that if she went up to any door in this sleepy town the door would be unlocked.
The farther they got from the residential area and closer to the water, the darker it got. The blaring music could be heard more and more clearly the closer the duo got to run down looking wooden building. Even small towns had a wrong side of the tracks.
The loud twang of a guitar blared from the jukebox in the corner of the dark one room bar. It was full of men, except for one bar maid and now Rinoa. The whine of a grown man singing about his lost love was the only sound left when Squall and Rinoa entered the room. The entire room looked oddly at the strange couple, watching their every move as they shuffled to the corner booth.
Squall seemed to ignore the glares and hostile gazes. Rinoa, on the other hand, wanted to curl up and cry. Maybe they recognized her. Maybe they knew they weren't supposed to be in there, but rather in the rehab center just up the road. Rinoa quickly slid into the dirty booth beside Squall; she was safe next to him.
"Wha' cin I git ya both?" the barmaid asked.
Rinoa was afraid to order in a place like this. After all the bars in Deling and all over the civilized world, this was gross. She felt like she needed a shot of some kind after just sitting down or at least a shower. But then again alcohol, it killed germs didn't it? She looked around feeling dirty.
"Wha'd ya whant?" the woman asked looking at Rinoa, Squall obviously had already said what he wanted.
"Martini," she replied timidly. The woman nodded and walked away looking at Rinoa oddly. Squall too wondered what the hell her problem was.
"Scurvy," she replied unintentionally loud. Squall chuckled.
"It may look dingy, but the alcohol is untainted," he reassured her. "I've been coming here for years," he added. The barmaid set a glass in front of Rinoa and a bottle of Jack Daniels before Squall.
"Thank you," Squall said unscrewing the top. Rinoa looked over her glass for any imperfections. When she found none, she looked over at Squall who chugged at his bottle.
"You don't intend on drinking that all by yourself do you?" she asked, picking the green olive out of her glass and pulling it daintily off the toothpick with her teeth. He set the bottle down on the table harshly.
"You are Goddamn right I do," he replied.
The alcohol felt heavenly on her lips. After the hell of detox and the rest of that Goddamn rehab center, it was a nice reward. Though, a part of her couldn't help but feel a little guilty about it… not that she would ever voice that to Squall. She barely knew him, but she needed him if she was going to make it through this clinical prison.
time had passed. her one glass turned to four. his bottle three quarters gone. he was just starting to feel the effects. she more so than him. he now wore a happy grin. they did not speak now. nothing more needed to be said. only her slurred demands for more when her glass would empty.
he reached the end of the bottle. seven glasses before her.
i nee'nother bottle o' jack, he called not bothering to get the barmaids attention before he ordered. didcha whant 'nother 'artini? he asked rinoa.
no, she shook her head the barmaid slapped another bottle of Jack on the table and cleared the empty one before squall. he took a long swig she grabbed the bottle from him and copied his actions.
'atta girl, he said as she slammed it down on the table.
the new bottle now half empty mostly because of her as she chugged it greedily closing time the old man behind the bar barked chasing rinoa and squall out into the street having to leave the bottle there did they pay who paid where do they go now cant go back to the rehab too drunk to get in good rinoa latched onto squall and they stumbled to the only other lit building nearby
he was surprised that the hotel was even still open at this time of night what time was it how long did it take them to get this drunk where were they was this even a hotel the questions buzzed around his inebriated head he vaguely recalled handing the woman a credit card and id
rinoa was wrapped around him in the elevator when did they start kissing who started this where the fuck was this goddamn room she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him grinding him into hardness oh god where was that room hed fuck her right here if there wasnt that chance of getting arrested and kicked out
the bed was soft so was she oh god squall she moaned his hand beneath her shirt oh god oh god clothes were removed in desperation she tasted like her drink his head felt happily fuzzy was it the amount of drink or her
oh god squall she moaned more his pants were becoming increasingly tighter as they ground into each other he said nothing he only groaned out his approval as she reached down to his belt and pants god she undid them so fast she much have been a pro thank god
she flipped him over tugging down his pants no underwear she slipped off the remainder of her clothes as well bones bones everywhere she crept down his body with her mouth the room spun oh shit her mouth covered his manhood oh shit she was amazing he couldnt take it for very long he was already ready to explode he yanked her back up and tossed her feather light body to the bed fuck the foreplay useless
his mouth never opened but she nodded as he drove into her hard making her scream dear god he hoped this was the right room how did they get here he pumped into her hard and fast just like she asked he could fell the blood run down his back as her nailed dug into his back
the bed squeaked he hated that but it was a sign he was doing a good job no her screams where the sign of a job well done everyone knew that oh my god yes right there squall oh god fuck fuck yeah ohhh god he could feel her come to her end but he wasnt done with her she screamed loud with climax he was almost there almost violently he drove into her she was surprisingly tighter than he thought maybe all those movie stars she fucked where tiny fucking pricks he could feel himself tighten he drove into her one last time before emptying his seed into her rinoa
