She shifted again and the weight of grief was nearly crippling. She felt tears roll down her face, he looked so small. Remy sat in what remained of the tree house. He had let his temper get the better of him and exploded most of it as a result. He stared off into space, his mind replaying the accident over and over again. She could feel the anger boiling up inside of him. This utter hatred that left a bad taste in even her mouth. She jumped when she heard Henry's voice.
"Remy," Henry called, "Remy come inside and start getting ready for school."
She watched him leap from the tree with catlike grace, landing lightly on his feet. He stalked to the door and past Henry without saying a word. She listened to the door slam as he entered his room to change. He came back down, grabbed his breakfast, and headed for the door. Not even a good-bye uttered as he walked out the door. He stopped in front of her house and his hands bawled into fists, a small bit of red seeping through each knuckle. He fought the tears in his eyes that were now heavily bagged and puffy. He gave her house one final glance then pulled his eyes away, forcing himself to walk to school.
He walked with his head down, sunglasses shielding his eyes. She held her hands to her chest. He looked so sad, so defeated. She could feel the heaviness in his heart. The people at school had left him alone since the accident, not wanting to provoke him. He sat in the corner of the classroom during fourth grade helper time. There had been no new students and he didn't want to join any of the pairs. He doodled in his notebook, drawing her over and over again. He couldn't help but think she'd like it if she were there. He looked around the room. He couldn't wait for work tonight. It always took his mind off of her.
He didn't understand why. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Her face, her smile, the smell of her hair, all etched in his mind. He wanted it all gone. He stood up and walked out of the classroom, not caring who looked at him. He went into the bathroom and punched the wall. It didn't help, so he did it again and again until he couldn't hit it anymore. He sank to the floor, running his hands through his hair. Rogue felt her heart sink even more.
He stood, infuriated, "Why?! Why aren't you here?! You're supposed to be here…with me," he punched the wall again, leaving a dent.
Rogue's eyes adjusted to yet another new surrounding. She looked over at the bed. He was tossing and turning, a sweat across his face. He looked older now. If she had to guess about fifteen. She looked over as his door opened while he let out a painful yell. Henry walked over and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Remy," Henry shook him, "Remy wake up."
He shot up, "Is she alright?"
Henry lowered his head, "You were dreaming about her again?"
He shook his head angrily, "Of course I was. She haunts my dreams. I hate it! God why can't she just leave me alone?"
Henry looked at him, "That's what happens when you fall in love. She isn't ever gonna leave you. No matter how much you might want her to."
Remy swung his legs over the bed, standing up shortly after, "I'm gonna go for a walk. If Dad asks, I'll be back later. I need some air."
"Where you gonna go at this hour," Henry asked.
Remy walked out the door and descended the stairs, "Out," he called before slamming the front door shut.
Rogue felt herself blush at the new surroundings. She knew this had to be a dream, but my god did the man have quite the imagination. She wasn't sure if she should watch or try her best to look away.
"Remy," she said seductively, "Why don't we go back up to your room? I'm sure we can have lots of fun in there."
He followed, obeying her every wish. She suggestively lay on his bed, beckoning for him to come join her. She'd grown since he'd last seen her. Her body was curvy and fit. Her hair flowed like water over her back and shoulders. She was here, with him, alive. He walked towards her. He crawled on the bed, kissing her as he did so. She smirked as he pulled away, moving her hands up his side. She gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head. She pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him. She undid his pants as he pulled off her shirt. He pulled off her pants as she pulled off his underwear. He unhooked her bra then flipped them over, looking down at her. He kissed her face and neck as his hands moved down her sides. She could feel him hardening, causing him to blush and look away.
"Don't be embarrassed," she said while placing his hand on her underwear.
Rogue felt her face get even hotter. What was his purpose for showing her this? But for some reason she couldn't look away, his dream displayed her so accurately.
She ran her hands down his side and back. He closed his eyes as she ran her hand through his hair. He pulled off her underwear. She grabbed a condom out of his drawer, handing it to him. He looked at it for a moment then looked at her. She smirked and shook her head. He'd never put a condom on faster in his life. He moved back on top of her, feeling both nervous and excited. He kissed her again. He let out a gasp as he felt her tighten around him.
"Oh," she moaned, "Remy. Oh my god. Remy, I love you."
He tried to focus, "I love you too," she felt so good.
He moved fast, making her gasp and moan in pleasure. He did the same, burying his face into her neck. She kissed his neck and shoulders while gripping his back and hair. She smiled as he kissed her neck and cheeks. He looked at her, she was so beautiful. She was in his room, in his bed, making love to him. He stroked her bare side, running his other hand through her hair. He kissed her forehead, pulling her naked body into him.
"Don't ever leave me," he whispered.
They pulled apart and they were fully dressed, standing outside. Before he could say anything, she began to walk across the street. The sound of a screeching car came out of nowhere. He tried to reach for her, to get to her somehow, but it was too late. She went flying backwards as the car hit her before coming to a complete stop. Rogue felt that familiar pull in her chest. So this was why he'd shown her. He hadn't had a moments peace since that day.
"No," he whispered to himself, "NOOOO."
He sat up in a cold sweat and looked next to him. A random woman lay there. He pulled on his clothes and left. He walked into the warm Louisiana air. He checked his watch, two in the morning. Late enough for the drunks to be home or making their way there. Also late enough for him to take his sunglasses off. He placed them in the pocket of his trench coat and contemplated pulling out a cigarette. He looked up at the sky as he walked, not paying attention to the street in front of him. In truth he was hoping to find another woman to enjoy some quality alone time with. Not that the woman he was just with wasn't beautiful but he tried his best to keep it a one and done type deal. Plus it wasn't like he had anything better to do. He'd done his job tonight and school was school. It was something he was good at. Especially since people learned to stop bothering him.
He felt something hit his lean, muscular body followed by an ugf sound. He looked at the girl now sitting on the ground in front of him. She couldn't be older than sixteen. He extended his hand, pulling her back on her feet. He took a moment to examine her further. She was…breathtaking. Her hair was a bit unusual, pure white strips framing her face, the rest brown. But that wasn't what struck him, it was her eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. She'd be worth a repeat performance, maybe several. Rogue felt her blood pressure rise as he thought such things about her. That pervert.
It took him a minute to realize that his sunglasses were off and she was starring directly at his eyes, almost transfixed. But to his surprise she hadn't gasped or screamed, she just stared. Only one person had ever stared at him like that. The thought made him grit his teeth. No, this girl wasn't like her, she was just in shock from seeing something so disgusting. He felt almost embarrassed as he fumbled around his coat pocket for his sunglasses. He went to bring them up to his face when he felt her gloved hand on his arm.
"Don't, you shouldn't need to hide something so beautiful," she said, still gazing into his eyes, "I'm sorry for bumping into you and disturbing your night. I should have been paying more attention."
"On the contrary, bumping into someone as beautiful as you made it that much better," he grabbed her hand and kissed it.
She pulled her hand away, a slight blush across her face, "No offense, I'm flattered and you are extremely easy on the eyes, but you don't want to waste your lines on someone like me."
He stepped closer to her, "It's not a line if it's true. You got a boyfriend waiting on you or something?"
She backed away, "Or something. Again, I'm sorry for bumping into you."
"Can I at least get your name," he called as she walked away,
She paused for a moment, looking back at him, "No."
He was awestruck as he watched her walk away. Not many women could resist his charm and so easily. But there was something else, something so familiar about that kindness and those eyes. He laughed bitterly to himself, fortune would never smile on him like that. No, that girl was long gone, alive or otherwise. He'd never see her again, except in his dreams. He continued to walk, something else catching his eye. He sighed as Henry emerged from the shadows.
Rogue squinted as the sun hit her face. She found herself standing outside of what looked like a High School. She looked back to see the woman that had once stood in front of her bedroom door. She swallowed the rage that was building up inside of her. Tramp.
Belladonna wrapped her arms around him, kissing his face, "Wanna come over tonight. My poppa won't be home, we could have a bit of fun. Unless you've made yet another new friend."
Remy shook off her embrace, "I'm leaving after school today. I won't be coming back."
She just stared as he stalked off to class. He wasn't in the mood for her today. It made no sense to him why she bothered. She spent more time trying to get him into her bed since they'd broken up than when they were actually together. He asked himself for what felt like the millionth time why he'd let her have his virginity. It should have been someone else, but that would never be possible. He sat in class, only seven and a half more hours until he was free.