So I really like this chapter, but I have several things to say. First WARNING, it does contain some violent descriptions. I didn't think it was too bad, but... just a heads up. The second thing is don't shoot me for all the Robrae stuff when I set this as a Bbrae story lol, just wait before attacking. By the way I'm really starting to freakin love Gar in this story. K, I think that's all I really need to tell you, oh and FEED BACK GUYS PLEASE.

DISCLAIMER- I don't own the Teen Titans

CHP 9: Memories

"So."

"So..."

"Why am I here?"

"You mean you think this is about more than just good sex?" Dick scoffed. A sadness hung in his eyes that overruled sarcasm. He sifted through a manilla folder organizing it in a neat pile on the counter, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"I did have other plans-"

"You didn't have to come."

"But I did." I ground my teeth waiting for his reply. Was this really all there was? I was aware this was an empty relationship the moment I kissed back, but for some idiotic reason I guess I thought there was something else.

"I need a new roommate." He mumbled, not bothering to look up. "My roommate found out about me attending rehab and he's leaving."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

I gave a blank stare.

"I want you to be my roommate."

"I hardly know you and you're asking me to live with you?"

He folded his arms over his chest, reclining back in his chair. "What's so surprising about it. You didn't have a problem sleeping with me."

It got quiet as I gazed at him. "I'm going back home. This was a waste of time."

Turning my back to him, I headed for the door, but a tug came at my left arm. I jerked away, breaking loose, but he clamped a hand around my shoulder.

"Don't touch me." I snarrled, shoving him backwards into the wall. He stood there, still for a moment with his head cocked back. I came closer, our chins nearly touching as my lips molded into a hatefilled scowl. We stayed there a moment, threatening eachother with dirty looks when he reached out to touch me again. His surly demeanor unchanging as he traced a line from my stomach, to hip, with his index finger. I swallowed hard the moment I felt it snuggle into the waistline of my shorts. My jaw clenched as he ran a thumb slowly over my bottom lip, not saying a word, only looking.

He broke away suddenly. "It's this damn psyche evaluation!" His hardened gaze fell to the floor. "You want to know the real reason I attend rehab?"

I stared back impassively as he grabbed the stack of paperwork off the counter, tossing it at me. Loose papers flew from the sides and I set my eyes on one, tucking several strands of hair behind my ear as I bent down to grab it.

My eyes moved from left to right, rapidly scanning the sheet. "It says you're a risk." I glanced up at him. His head was still hung low, focusing intently on the floor.

"...A potential threat to others, and yourself."

He clenched his fists, his gaze drifting out the window. "That's why my roommate is leaving. They labeled me as a paranoid schizophrenic."

With red glassy eyes he turned back to me. "You dream everynight of your parents, lying next to you, breathing ragidly, drowing in their own blood." He paused, licking his lips. "Pretty soon you stop sleeping altogether just to stop seeing their pain. The blood, the tiny fragments of skull, brain tissue staining your sheets. Now I see it sometimes when I'm awake."

I became deathly still listening.

"They think medication is going to stop me from going after the asshole who did it. This whole sick joke is a cover up so the coward can get away with murder."

He stopped so I figured this was my que to speak. "I still don't understand how my staying will help matters."

Cocking his head to the side, he smirked. "If you stay with me several months and I don't kill you it proves I'm not dangerous. I get off restriction, go after the bastard who murdered my parents, and live happily ever after."

"You're kidding right?" He looked back at me straight faced. "You're not kidding."

Chewing my bottom lip, I turned away. A chance to get away from my stepdad was my desperate prayer, but how could I trust this guy? I didn't know him and what I knew made me uneasy. My only response was a nod, which reittirated my reluctance.


Offering a sexy one cheeked smile, he came closer, brushing his lips lightly against my neck he reached for my zipper. "Looks like it's time to celebrate."

"Mmmhmmmm." I rolled over onto my stomach groaning. My long black hair drapped over my pale shoulders as I rested my head against Dick's satin pillow. His large palm squeezed my calf several times before sliding down to caress my feet. The insides of my toes tingled with each movement of his hand, but pleasure wasn't absent of pain.

…...

"But Dad, I don't want to."

"She doesn't deserve to live! She's a jealous whore!"

Mom's pleading wet eyes said what her lips could not as I held the edge of the knife to her throat. Tears slid down my eyes, possibly the only time I ever felt, really felt, anything. At least the only time I could remember.

"DAD! Stop it!" I screamed, bloodcurddling gasps echoing from my bloodied lips. "You're hurting me! STOP IT! STOP! PLEAASE STOP!"

A fist came hard into my left eye. Darkness, then nothing.

...

"There's something I need to tell you if we're going to stay together." Deep creases formed in my forhead.

"I'm listening," Dick said.

"It's not that easy."

He gave a muffled chuckle, shifting his weight across the bed so that he could face me. "Rachel, I promise there's nothing you could tell me that would surprise me. Whatever it is, I can handle it."

"It's about my dad, my real dad..."

Dick sat up, facing me with a concerned look.

Pausing, I stared at the floor. "I'm sorry, I- I can't." Just forget I mentioned it.

I wanted to escape. To disappear so he couldn't see the weakness forming in my face as my eyes began to water. Why couldn't I break free from the memory of that asshole? Clumps of mascara started flaking off into my eyes.

"This cheap shit." I growled, getting up to rinse my face in his bathroom. He followed.

"Hey," he said, straddling the outsides of my legs and gripping me around the shoulders. "You don't have to tell me anything. I get it. Parents are a rough subject for me too."

I couldn't speak, just nodded again. He leaned down , pulling me in for a kiss, when my phone went off.

"Sorry.." I said in a scratchy voice. "Just a minute."

Walking out to the front balcony of his apartment, I glarred at my phone, hitting talk.

"WHAT GAR?"

"I just wanted to let you know your dad's home and he's pissed."

My eyes shot open. "Did he see you?"

"No, but he's yelling because your not home and it's almost midnight."


I ended the call immediately.

Dick dropped me off in the alley leading to my house. The instant he stopped, I bolted in, forgetting to say goodnight.

Dad was waiting for me in the kitchen.

"You know what time it is?" He asked, the dim lighting casting a retched shadow against his distinguished features.

I stared back, refraining from answering.

"I just don't understand what the hell is wrong with you! I do everything to keep you out of trouble and you go sneaking off behind my back! Where the hell were you? Off at that little criminal's house?"

My lips persed, but I was too numb to speak.

"Or was it the drug dealer's tonight?" He slammed his keys onto the kitchen counter. "You stay away from those sick fucks." He pointed a quivering finger at me.

I waited for him to leave before daring to breathe. That's when I noticed the letter on the kitchen island. My heart began beating out of my chest. I frowned, slowly reaching for it. I wouldn't open it. Not tonight. I couldn't.

With rattled nerves and stinging eyes I marched up the stairs to my bedroom to find Gar lying on my bed with headphones eating ice cream.

I snatched them out of his ears, slapping him over the head with my wallet.

"OW! The hell did I do? You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you, you're probably happy I got caught."

"Yeah so?" He shrugged, grinning.

"God I hate you." I said, setting the letter down on my dresser, turning back to face him with a wicked smile. "When are you moving out again?"

"That depends..." He said, pulling on the ends of his Donkey Kong boxers and wiggling his feet. "I could move out sooner if..."

"IF WHAT?"

"If you move with me."

He looked up at me after a long uninterrupted silence.

"I know you don't exactly like me."

"That's true."

He glared, continuing, "But I figured if we share an apartment then that solves both of our problems. I get an affordable place to stay, and you..." He blew on his knuckles, dusting them off against his wrinkled shirt grinning "Get one sexy ass roommate."

I folded my arms, straight faced.

"Fine," he laughed. "What I was really gonna say is that you get away from your overbearing stepdad."

Siddling up to him, and grabbing the half gallon container of mint chocolate chip ice cream he'd been eating, I sat down on the edge of the bed as he handed me a spoon.

"Well, there's two problems with that assupmtion." I said, licking a spoonful of ice cream. "One I don't have a job yet."

"That's no problem. I can pay the rent for a few months until you get one. I have a paycheck coming from my job at the video store, and two late paychecks from my previous job."

Gripping his knees, he hoisted his legs onto the bed. "What's number two?"

"I've already been asked to move in with someone."

"Seriously dude?" He wrinkled his nose. "Who?"

I became quiet again, glancing away from him as my cheeks began to redden.

"Are you shitting me. Is it that Penis guy?"

"Dick." I snapped.

"That's what I said, penis, same thing." He snatched the spoon from me, scooping out a hunk of ice cream. "I don't get what you see in that guy. He's just using you for sex."

"Can you just shut up for once? You don't even know him."

I got up to sift through my night clothes.

"I'm going to change, and then I'm going to go to bed, and you're not going to bug me by saying anything else stupid the entire night."

Shrugging, he stuffed in his headphones.

When I came back out of the bathroom, teeth brushed, and changed I found him STILL laying in my bed.

"Get out of my bed or I'll clean the toilet with your toothbrush while your asleep."

Murmering under his breath, he got up, dragging his feet to the closet. I gave a faint and exhausted smile, collapsing on my bed as the door to the closet slammed. My eyes hadn't closed for but five minutes when I heard it open again.

"WHAT!" My bloodshot eyes snapped open.

"Just wanted to tell you to give the roommate thing a second thought."

"GOODNIGHT GAR."

"Remember second thought...

"NIGHT!"

*Things that need to happen:

-Gar has to go to work and to class

-Rachel and Gar have to go touring apartments and discussing the roommate thing

-They have to run into Kori

-Kori has to be made fun of by her sister and her friends

-Rache needs to get another letter from her dad in prision. Gar remarks about her dad's sick letter

-All 3 of them have to end up touring the same apartment.