Wow. Let me just say that Serena loves you all to pieces…if she could jump for joy she would. Enough of my silly chatter. On with the fic!
Disclaimer: Never did own it and probably never will….
: "Not good enough. Worthless. Pathetic." The tears came back as she sat limply and wallowed in her sadness. Her whispers followed her until she fell into a fitful sleep.
Andrew straightened slowly before turning towards the door. He knew who had implanted those words in her head. It was partially his fault for every introducing them in the first place. But if he ever got his hands on Darien….
Can't Stop the Music
Chapter 13
Annoyed.
That had to be the strongest emotion Lita felt. Sure there were other emotions she should be feeling while her best friend was in the hospital, but annoyance was definitely first and foremost. Normally she was a rather cheerful woman. Most would even say she was patient.
But after 16 hours of the constant beeping of a heart monitor and the cry of a newborn in the room adjacent she had had it. Lita blinked her probably bloodshot eyes sleepily. She had almost resorted to stealing some of Serena's meds to knock her out. After all, she wouldn't even miss them if she took one or two.
She probably didn't even know Lita was there.
Outside, a chipper squirrel gathering nuts pranced about in the sunshine totally oblivious to her feelings. It seemed he wasn't looking for food, but actually prancing around happily on the loudest branches he could find. It wasn't that she normally hated animals, but…..
She had to wonder how happy it would be if she 'accidentally' dropped him seven stories.
As if finally feeling her malice, the squirrel scampered as far away as its furry little legs could carry it, hitting every single branch he could find.
Lita smug satisfaction at his retreat was short-lived however, due to a certain female's mumbling. If it weren't for the crick in her neck from sleeping on the rocks they called couches she could have possibly turned her head quicker. Serena's breath was ragged as she relived her worst nightmare over and over in her head.
It never seemed to give her a break.
Even in her sleep the screams of bystanders and the sticky feel of her blood remained a vivid constant. Lita, feeling bad for ever thinking of herself when her friend was in such pain, quickly put a cool cloth to her forehead. As the monitor's beeped Serena's eyes fluttered this way and that under pale closed lids.
Would her nightmare ever end?
Her thoughts were met with the same cold silence she had learned to accept. Her worried eyes scanned her surroundings. Tiles on the floor were worn and the blankets were thin from overuse. The blonde occupying the bed was lucky enough to have insurance in case of something devastating like this happening.
Even if she was broke. The worried brunette wandered into her thoughts until she heard a couple of nurses stroll by on there way to probably laze around. The set of footsteps halted by the room they occupied before an aged nurse popped her head in. Her nose protruded like a hawks and her coal like eyes were beady as they traveled over Serena's still form.
"So I see she's finally asleep. We thought those drug would never kick in." Her lips narrowed into a pale thin line, making her even older than she appeared. Her gaze was leveled condescendingly on Lita, but Lita returned her glare with fire.
"I hope you haven't been disturbing her. We wouldn't want the little thing to have a setback." Her tone left none to the imagination. It was obvious to Lita that this hawk-like lady cared not if Serena lived or died. It was just another filled bed to this nurse. Lita watched in intense hatred as the foul nurse closed the door.
It didn't take super-human hearing to hear what was said as she and her unknown companion nurse made their way back down the rundown hallway. The unknown nurse was the first to speak up. "Was that the girl that was hit by a car, Mildred?" SO that was the hawk lady's name. It suited her.
"Is it true what they say?" Her voice was filled with anxiousness. Lita had to scoff at her eagerness over such a trivial piece of information. She had to be the gossip of the two. The one called Mildred had to be smiling that same gruesome smirk.
"It sure is. The girl was mumbling like a crazy when they wheeled her in to us. The girl had to be given an unusual amount of sleeping drugs. She's probably a junkie off of the street." At this the clicking of her tongue could be heard.
Lita was trying her not to shave her bald and put her at the top of a flagpole at the way she spoke of her friend. Instead, she listened to what else was being said about her friend laying helplessly in a deep sleep. "I tell you Cheryl they just let anyone into this hospital nowadays. Who knows what kind of sexually transmitted diseases that tramp could have?"
The sound of a chair thumping came from the room Nurse Mildred has just checked in on. Before either of them could investigate the sound, Lita was storming toward them at an incredible speed. Mildred's words died on her mouth as she was lifted clear off the floor by the amazon-like female. Hey frightened dark eyes met Lita's cold, calculating emerald ones. Her tone was the deadly calm before the storm.
"You listen to me you overgrown harpy. If I ever hear you insult my friend again you'll wake up naked, with your eyebrows shaved off, in the trash where your kind belongs." She shook her roughly enjoying her look of fear. "That girl in there has more honor and kindness in her than you have in your whole body. You're not good enough to shit on the ground she walks on!"
With that, Lita returned to the room she was in leaving the nurse looking unbelievably ruffled. If you looked closely, you could see Cheryl looking every bit like she was trying to keep from laughing. Mildred picked up what tiny scrap of dignity she had left and dusted her once pristine outfit off.
"Well, I never!"
A cold look passed over his face at a section in the newspaper. According to this his little dancer was in a great deal of pain without him by her side. A strand of hair fell stubbornly into his vision as he tried to finish the article. He blew it away agitatedly and read all about where she had been taken by the ambulance.
A feminine hand ran its way seductively over his chest. Bright red nails trailed there was over the broad expanse of his pale chest. Secretly, he wanted to pull away from the hand that was causing his misery so early in the morning. A piece of silk black hair found itself on his shoulder.
Had it been his he would have brushed it away.
"Honey, when are you going to come back to bed with me? It's been forever since we last cuddled!" Her voice when she whined was like her long sharpened nails on a chalk board. One day he would finally have her out of his life. He was foolish to even invite a one night stand like her into his apartment.
She kept trailing her hand incessantly across his chest. He wanted to recoil at her touch. He really wanted to just slap her hand away and tell her to get the fuck out and take all her stupid makeup products with her. Honesty, the girl was hideous with makeup on. Whoever told her to get comfortable now that they had slept together was horribly wrong!
His only motivation was that his prize was within reach, and her name was Serena.
He would have her whether she wanted him back or not. No one had ever refused him. With a chuckle of almost girlish delight, he settled down the give the woman by his side what she had been begging for and then some.
You will be mine Serena.
Andrew's gaze was hard as he stared at the man across from him. His dark head was down as he quietly, with what he assumed to be guilt, drank his regular coffee.
When Andrew had first asked him what he wanted Darien had asked for a cup of arsenic. Andrew, instead, gave him a coffee on the house (as usual), only wanting for a brief moment the pee in his cup. It would have only been just for the poor girl sitting back in that poor excuse for a hospital.
"We need to talk, stupid." Acting the adult he was, he resulted to name calling for the jerk sitting in front of him. Darien did tense a little at not being addressed by his name but did nothing. Andrew's anger was slowing peaking.
"You can't talk? Don't even give me the bull Darien? Say all the things you said to Serena to me! See how good I take it1 Try it out. Or do you just like seeing her cry?"
Darien sat up with a grim look upon his face. Andrew's thoughts were only of Serena as he led Darien to the back ally away from the hustle and bustle of the arcade. As soon as the back door closed he pushed Darien square in the chest. He may not have a black belt in karate or anything like that but he did know how to fight.
"What's wrong Darien? Why won't you fight me back?" He continued to push Darien repeatedly, hoping to goad him to attack. Darien just took every push and sting to his ego. "I won't hit you Andy? I don't wanna hurt you." Andrew was disgusted. Now all of a sudden he didn't want to hurt?
"Oh I see. Now you don't want to hurt. What about when you hurt Serena? Did you get a kick out of that?" Andrew had to admit he was scared of the fire that had entered the dark-hared man's eyes. Darien's stance was stiff as he balled his hands into fists till his knuckles were white. He slowly advanced on the equally mad Andrew.
"It wasn't my fault. She was just a silly girl. No one told her to go running out into traffic like the ditz she-" The sound of bones cracking interrupted Darien's sentence. His jaw was quickly starting to swell and intense pain flooded his being. Andrew knew this was his time to advance.
"She's too good for you. You shouldn't even be able to lay eyes on her!" He delivered another punch to Darien's person, this time hitting him in the eye. "Do you even know how really hurt she is? Did you feel her pain when you walked into the filthy hospital room that she can barely afford?"
Andrew's fury was swift as he delivered crushing blows to Darien's stomach and chest. "She cared for you! You put her through so much pain! Now, you get to feel how she felt!" Darien face was now severely swollen and his lip was split. He was bleeding somewhere on his face but it was hard to tell just where it was coming from.
Andrew's blows finally stopped coming when he saw how defeated he looked. He hadn't even returned a punch. He had no sympathy though. Not for the man that had caused all of this to begin with.
"I trusted you, Darien. But, unlike you, I won't hit someone when they're down. No get out of my arcade. I don't want your filthy blood on my hands."
Darien exited slowly but not without saying a few muffled words. They carried their way to Andrew on the wind as Darien left his life forever.
"I cared for her too. Think about that."
(AN:I almost left it there..but..I really love you guys!)
Lita was brushing Serena's hair when a soft knock came at the door. It had better not be that nurse. She had already told her in the 'nicest' way possible to take a hike. She looked down to see Serena's eyes gazing lifelessly at the door also. She looked closer thinking she saw something spark there, but when she blinked it was gone.
"Come in." Her soft voice was loud enough to greet the person at the door, and at the same time not disturb Serena. Though, Serena could possibly stare through the whole sinking of the Titanic.
A head of light blonde hair and a set of blue eyes close to Serena's peeked in and looked around. Her voice sounded like it was usually carefree if not under such circumstances. "Is this Sere-" Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze lingered on Sere's blank one. The flowers in her hand were dropped as she rushed to the bedside.
"Oh no. Oh no no no. How could this happen?" Her voice trembled with hidden pain. One of her hands went up to gently brush back Serena's now dulling golden bangs. "I never should have given you that makeover. This is all my fault. "A lone tear voiced all of the words that couldn't be spoken. Lita's voice was gentle as she wondered who this familiar looking blonde could be.
"It's not your fault. But I know whose it is." Her voice reached dangerous levels of anger before her features softened. "I'm Lita. I don't we've met before." She stuck her hand out and watched in semi amusement as the scatterbrained woman was shook out of her reverie before shaking hands.
"I'm Mina, Andrew's sister. It's nice to meet you Lita."
Lita could already tell she was going to like this girl. If she gave Serena such a great makeover she should have a few good tricks up her sleeve. She must want revenge just as bad as Lita did, right?
"Say Mina, How would you like to get back at the person who caused this?" If Lita had thought she had seen something similar to Serena in Mina it was definitely showing now.
It was that same thirst for troublemaking.