Ladies and Gentlemen...
I am back in business!
Sorry for the HUGE delay in this, but I've had a summer class, plus preparing for my junior year of school, plus working, plus dealing with my friend's relationship issues and my family, so I have had no time to update/write anything. Well, that is til I finished this little baby.
Chapter 8. After about three weeks of me missing me deadlines, is finally put to bed. And guess whattttt
It's another Curly and Rhonda story. *squeals*
However, this one is a little...well...angsty? Sorta, maybe? Well, you can determine it after you read it. I'm changing the rating on the story to T anyway so there will definitely be some more mature stuff going on in Songs of Hillwood now. SO MUCH MORE ANGST. xD
Disclaimer: I own neither the song or the characters. Bruno Mars and Craig Bartlett do. Yay disclaimers yay.
Song is Grenade by Bruno Mars
Enjoy!
Easy come, easy go
that's just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all
But you never give
He found her curled in their living room on an armchair staring out of the window, her red fingernails tapping the armchair in an almost rhythmic pattern. He coughed and she turned her head. There was something different with the way that his beloved had looked, he just couldn't determine whether she was angry with him for something or upset. He contemplated what he could have possibly done in his head when she spoke up.
"We need to talk."
Should've known you was trouble
from the first kiss
had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
The words no man wanted to hear. He cringed inwardly but approached the armchair quickly.
"Yes, my love."
"I need to end this."
Gave you all I had
and you tossed it in the trash
you tossed it in the trash, you did
A piercing stab to the heart, a fatal blow.
"You…w-w-what?"
"I need to end this. It hasn't been real. There's nothing there. I don't think I'm in love with you anymore."
To give me all your love
Is all I ever asked
Cause what you don't understand
Is I'd catch a grenade for you
Throw my hand on a blade for you
I'd jump in front of a train for you
You know I'd do anything for you
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same
Curly felt like screaming.
"You don't understand, do you? I'm in love with you. And now all of the sudden there is nothing there? How can there just be nothing there?"
"I…"
"No, you don't get time to explain. You just don't freaking get it. I'd do anything for you. You name it, it's done. Want me to buy you expensive things? Done. You want me to take you fancy places? It's all done. What do you want from me?"
He watched as Rhonda tensed before she hissed out a response.
"I want you to die."
Black, black, black and blue
beat me 'til I'm numb
He felt himself back up as she slithered closer. That's how he described her right now. A snake. Coldblooded killer with a dark tint in her eyes. Her usually bright brown eyes were now as cold and dark as the night sky.
"You want me to die?"
"You have no idea what I have been trying to do to get away from you!"
"But you…you loved…"
"You think I loved you?" She laughed, "Pathetic."
"You lied..."
"Of course I lied, you idiot. How can anyone love someone like you?"
Curly didn't want to cry but felt the tears forming in his eyes. She sneered.
"Aww, is the baby gonna cry?" She laughed harder.
"You lied. "
"Yes, we get it. I lied. I've been lying. This whole time. I only wanted you because all the sudden you became the richest person in Hillwood. There's only allowed to be one at the top here."
"You only wanted me for my money?"
"Of course. What do you take me for? A fool?
Tell the devil I said hey when you get to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman
That's just what you are
Yeah, you smile in my face
Then rip the brakes out my car
He fought the urge to fight back tears. Men don't cry. He had already be harassed enough by this devil of a woman for almost breaking. That's just the thing though, wasn't it? The truth finally came out. She had never been in love with him. She only wanted him because he inherited money from his aunt and uncle after they passed away. He was worth millions and Rhonda was too consumed by her greed to ever fall in love with anyone.
"Why?"
"Why not? I have no idea how many times I've tried to kill you. Cutting the brakes in your car…"He felt himself flash back to that moment.
Rhonda had been standing outside of his car, something in which she had never done. It was an entirely pleasant surprise at first. Rhonda never woke up early enough to see him go off to work, especially on his early days where he was out the door by 5am. The sun wasn't even up yet and there was his beloved girlfriend leaning against the car with a sweet smile on her face.
"Hi, honey."
"Rhonda. You're up early."
"Just wanted to see you off to work this morning. Big day and all."
"Performance evaluation, yeah. You were paying attention?"
"I always do, baby. It may not look like it, but I do."
He kissed her on the cheek and stepped into the car.
"I love you."
"I love you too, good luck."
He put the car into drive and drove down the driveway towards their gate. He looked back in the rear view mirror and saw Rhonda waving at him. He grinned to himself and set out for work.
He had remembered that was the day that his brakes stopped working. He almost crashed that day, running completely late for work and missed his evaluation. Luckily, his boss seemed to be in a good mood that day and let him go tomorrow instead. He had thought it had all be rotten luck.
But now he knew the truth.
If my body was on fire
you would watch me burn down in flames
you said you loved me, you're a liar
"You were the one who cut my brakes? I just thought…"
"Just thought they stopped working? It was all just some bad luck? You haven't even seen bad luck yet, Gammelthorpe. Cause when I'm through with you, you're gonna be praying for something better."
"All this for money?"
"What can I say, I'm greedy." She sneered.
"And you aren't going to get caught?"
"Trust me sweetheart, I'm safe. Everyone is going to think we were robbed. Both of us dead on the floor. Got a girl to fill in for me, ain't she a sweetheart."
He looked behind her at the girl propped up against the chair. Her eyes were closed and there was dried blood running down the side of her face, a hole in the left side of her head. He cringed.
"And then I'm gonna run, of course, your will is gonna have a long lost cousin named as the one who is gonna get your wealth and assets. I'm making a new name with my money and yours. Richer than ever, baby."
Cause you never
"You really want me to die? You never, not once, loved me?"
Ever
"How many times do I have to repeat myself for you to get it?"
"Just say it again."
She walked towards him, her icy stare and unblinking eyes were the only thing that he noticed as her heels clicked across the hardwood floor. She stuck the gun to his head and breathed a frustrated sigh before the sound of the words coming out of her mouth matched the look in her eyes. Cold as ice.
Ever did, baby
"I. Never. Loved. You."
But, darling, I'd still catch a grenade for you
Throw my hand on the blade for you
I'd jump in front of a train for you
You know I'd do anything for you
She massaged the trigger as she whispered in his ear. Her breath tickling the side of his face but he kept himself calm.
"Any last words before your brains plaster the floor?"
He sighed and looked up at her, the gun still planted on his temple, attempting to contact a Rhonda that he knew wasn't there. All he saw in her was evil. He closed his eyes.
"I would have given you the money regardless, you could have had everything and stayed with me. You didn't have to kill and run."
"Oh, but I really do. I really, really do."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for you baby
She gripped the trigger tightly as a loud bang rang through the large room. She smiled as she watched the color drain of his face and he collapsed to the floor. She turned on her heel and walked over the other body and planted her in a position on the large armchair. It was all over and she got everything that she wanted. Sure, it wasn't the most moral thing to do, but whoever said a Wellington-Lloyd had to play fair to get what they wanted. She opened the back door, shot some shots into the glass window and walked carefully to the front of the house, attempting not to be seen. Without any further looks behind her, she hopped into the car and drove down the driveway into the sunset, never to be seen again.
But you won't do the same
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-Kate