The past few weeks had been a blur of tests, apologetic words and sympathetic looks.
Wade Wilson had cancer.
That was a fact that he nor anyone else could change, despite whatever propositions creepy guys in bars gave to him.
He was too much of a bad guy to become a superhero. Each and every night he toyed with the little black card he had been given. But each and every night tossed it away again.
Right now the prospect of dying didn't seem too bad anyway. The girl he was crazy about, was in love with another guy, and he had barely any family or friends to turn to.
Since getting the news Wade had sat in his apartment with no one to talk with.
He could feel himself getting weaker by the day as the cancer took hold. He didn't have the strength to work or drink or even mope.
Right now he was just existing… until he didn't anymore.
The weeks had drifted, by but Missy was counting the days, the seconds, the minutes….since she had last seen Wade.
She missed him so much. After twelve whole months without him in her life, seeing him again, made her heart feel like it was about to burst from her chest.
Her made her unbelievably happy. From his kind words, his smile, to the feel of his hand on her cheek… right now it pained her to be apart from him.
That night, despite her only seeing him for what couldn't have been more than thirty minutes, had been the best evening she had had in a long long time….
Life for her felt terrible…
She was starving…exhausted…hurting…all of the time.
The hot cocoa Wade had bought for her had been the first treat she had been allowed in months….and it was almost as though she could feel herself wasting away.
David didn't seem to see it. When his eyes finally lingered on her for a second he would just say she looked fine….good.
Then last night was when it happened…
Missy had been up early for the gym every day this week and when it came to making dinner at 6pm she could barely keep her eyes open.
David had told her that he would be home by seven so Missy had decided to make him his favourite meal, with all the trimmings.
She had sat on the couch and only closed her eyes for what felt like a split second….
She awoke to the sounds of David's yells, turning around to see a cloud of black smoke billowing out of the kitchen.
She had burned dinner…and David had got angry.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid bitch?" he had cried, as Missy leapt to her feet so see him dumping the oven tray and the now blackened brisket into the kitchen sink.
Missy cowered in the corner but David had turned to her, furious.
He pushed her roughly, her back colliding against the door handle behind her.
Missy had of course let out a sharp yelp of pain, but David had just grabbed her forearm hard, his fingers digging into her skin.
"Why the fuck are you so fucking stupid, huh?" he said, his other hand reaching up and grasping her jaw painfully. "HUH?"
Missy had just let out a whimpered apology and David had soon relented, pushing her away from him and stalking from the apartment.
She had burst into tears, right there on the kitchen floor.
That was last night, and yet since then, Missy had not been able to get the image of a furious David, staring down at her, out of her mind.
She was terrified of him… more than she ever had been of anyone before…
The bruises on her forearm and back had blossomed into large purple welts across her smooth skin.
Missy knew that she needed to talk to someone….tell someone how frightened she had become of her own boyfriend and what he might do to her. She had to…and only one person sprung to mind.
She had just got in from work and was now sat on her sofa, cell phone in one hand and paperback book in the other.
She had been sitting here for the past ten minutes worrying at her lip.
What if Wade didn't want to know? He was probably having a nice night-in with Vanessa right now...and the last thing he would want was her calling him up and moaning about David down the phone to him…
Perhaps this was a bad idea…
But something, just a nagging feeling in the back of Missy's mind, urged her on to tell him…to tell him everything…
Flipping through the pages she found Wade's scribbled number and dialled, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was only a second before Wade picked up.
"Wade Wilson," he said in a slightly strained voice.
Missy gave a gulp before speaking.
"I-It's me…" she uttered quietly, her hands shaking.
"Missy?" said Wade after a slight pause. "You ok?"
His voice was full of concern.
"Yeah…I….um…" she didn't what to say. This was so hard over the phone. "C-Can you come over?"
She breathed hard. She knew how angry David would be if he caught Wade here, but right now she was already as scared of him as she could be….
Wade's voice was suddenly serious. "Give me fifteen minutes," he said quickly. "I'll be there."
Missy pulled the phone from her ear and stared down at it as the dial tone rang out.
She had done the right thing, hadn't she?
Right now, she just needed a friend…
True to his word, fifteen minutes later there was a sharp knock on the door.
Pulling her sleeve down over her bruised forearm hurriedly, Missy made for the door and tugged it open.
Stood on the other side was Wade, wearing a sheepskin jacket and a white t-shirt.
But he looked different to the last time she had seen him.
He looked tired and pained, and as hollow as she felt.
But despite all this he flashed her a smile.
"Hey, you alright?" his voice full of concern.
Missy gave an immediate nod and stepping aside for him to enter.
She was going to tell him. She had to…
"Wade, I-" but before she could finish, Wade had taken her hand in his, giving a sigh and turning her to him.
"There's something I need to tell you…." he said, his eyes sad.
Missy gazed at him for a long moment, her heart thudding in her ribcage as he led her over to her couch, sitting them both down.
The merc, she knew so well, stared down at their entwined hands.
"I have cancer…" he said bluntly, his brown eyes flicking to hers.
"What?" she uttered, her eyes widening, shifting in her seat.
She knew the merc liked to joke…..but this….
"The doctors….there's nothing they can do…..I-It's here to stay," he said matter-of-factly, stroking his thumb across her fingers. "I have a couple of months… three tops."
Missy shook her head, her eyes roving across his features, her breathing shallowing in her chest.
Angry tears pricked at her eyes.
Not knowing what to do, she got to her feet, letting go of the merc's hand.
He stared up at her as she turned away from him, clutching a hand over her mouth, her hands trembling terribly.
Wade stared at her, a little embarrassedly.
But Missy couldn't speak…she merely shook her head once again, turning back to him.
"No…" she said, her lip quivering. "There must be something they can do?"
But Wade glanced down into his lap, rubbing his fingers over his eyes.
"There isn't," he said. "It's too late."
Missy frowned and took a seat beside the merc once more.
This couldn't be it for him…
It couldn't be…
He was her everything… and she had gone for so long being without him…
Missy lifted her hand to Wade's cheek, turning him to face her.
She gave a gulp.
"Please..." she said desperately, staring into her eyes. "…I need you…"
Wade stared into her tired eyes and gave a small smile.
And with that, he tugged her into his arms, enveloping her in a warm hug.
Missy felt tears begin to flow from her eyes.
And she could feel from Wade's shuddering breaths he was crying too… not audibly…but silently, his strong hands holding her to him tightly.
She breathed in his musky, cotton-candy scent….desperately wishing she could stay wrapped in his arms forever.
But after what felt like an eternity, they parted.
Missy's heart was broken….right now all she wanted to was kiss him…to tell him she loved him… but she was here…in the home she shared with David…
Wade ran his hands down her arms, making to take her hand, but as he did so, he gave a frown…
Catching sigh of the bruises that lingered on her arm.
He instantly pushed up her long sleeve…. his eyes blackening….
"How did you get these?" uttered the merc in a quiet voice.
But Missy pulled her arm away from him, rolling her sleeve back down her arm, doing up the button at her wrist.
"I-It's not important right now…" she said, reddening.
And it wasn't…what was more important right now, was Wade…
But Wade stood quickly.
He was angry with her, she could see it in his eyes.
Angry that she was still with David after all this….but he had Vanessa. He would be ok…
"I need to go…" uttered the merc darkly, averting his gaze from her.
And with that, he did as David had done the previous night and stalked from the apartment, before Missy could even uttered another word.
She gaped as tears flowed freely down her cheeks…
What had she done…
Wade was furious. More furious than he ever had been before.
He had seen the bruises that David had left on her arm…and yet, even after all that, she still wanted to be with him.
But there was something he could do…
Something he was going to do…
Missy was still sat on the couch, head in her hands, when she heard David come through the door almost thirty minutes later.
Right now she was inconsolable.
She was losing her best friend. A man who had been there for her. This whole time.
And she had been too blind to see it.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" snapped David, coming to stop in front of her.
Missy slowly raised her head staring up at him, her face sticky with tears.
"What?" he said, his eyes full of loathing. "You still pissy about yesterday? Jeez. You realise that that was all your fault, right?"
Missy gazed at him.
"It's Wade," she uttered in a quiet voice. "He-He's sick…"
But David merely scowled down at her. "Wait a minute, let me get this straight… That utter douchebag has been here, in my fucking apartment?"
Missy narrowed her eyes.
"Our apartment…" she said coldly, but David wasn't listening.
He paced around for a moment, giving a dangerous laugh.
"Fuck me, I know I thought you were stupid, but never this fucking dumb," he said pointing a finger at her. "You let him come here after everything I've said to you?"
His teeth were gritted and his voice icy.
But right now Missy wasn't even scared….right now she didn't feel anything…
"Jeez, don't you realise how long I've fucking put up with you?" he spat, as Missy got slowly to her feet. "You're a mess. You're scrawny as hell…you're just fucking bones...as if any other man would look at you twice…"
He sneered down at her.
"And yet I did," he said, almost frothing at the mouth, jabbing his finger towards her. "I looked after you. And what do you do? You go running to that utter piece of shit. You know what? I'm glad he's sick. In fact I hope he's dying of some fucking venereal disease he's likely to have caught…"
Missy suddenly turned to David, her eyes blackening.
"…because you deserve a dead man, " he said raising a hand to her, ready to lash out hard. "You're pathetic, look at you… just a worthless piece of fucking sh-"
But just as David's hand was about to collide with Missy's cheek, she brought her own hand up suddenly, grabbing his forearm tightly and stopping him in his tracks.
She brought herself up to her full height, almost nose-to-nose with him in with her four-inch heels.
She bared her teeth harshly, her perfectly polished fingernails digging into his arm.
"FUCK. YOU." she hissed in a vicious tone.
She gave him a hard shove sending him toppling backwards over the coffee table and onto the hardwood floor.
"Three fucking years I have put up with you," she snarled. "All of your poisonous words…all of your lies. And now for the first fucking time I finally see you for what you really are…just a manipulating asshole. I joined a fucking gym and starved myself because you called me fat…time and fucking time again…I fucking hate exercise and I love my food and you destroyed me piece by fucking piece."
David stared up at her, his jaw clenched.
"You wedged your way into my life and made me think I depended on you. But I don't. You know what, before you, I had so many people who cared for me, who wanted to see me, to hang out with me. You're the one who's pathetic. Someone who needs to manipulate people into being with you… is that what you do with your other girlfriend? Do you grind her down too? Control her and make her think that the she's not even good enough for you? Yeah I know you're cheating on me. I've known from the start, but for some reason I played blind to it," she gave an incredulous laugh. "But you know what? I am done with you!"
Missy breathed hard. All that anger…all that emotion she had kept bottled up for so long finally pouring out.
Suddenly David got to his feet.
"You're going to be alone," he spat, his chest heaving with rage. "No one in their right mind would want to be with you. You fucking bitch, you were lucky to have me!"
And with that, he made to lunge for her.
Buy Missy was too quick for him, she pulled her enormous heel from her foot and smacked him around the side of the head with the clumpy front end of the black patent stiletto.
David staggered backwards once again, giving a cry and toppling to the ground.
But Missy wasn't done yet.
She stalked towards him, her eyes black.
"Wade Wilson wanted to be with me. And I wanted to be with him. I slept with him, did you know that? And it was amazing. Better than you. But that's not saying much is it? " she said kicking him hard in the side with her other heeled foot, as let out a cry of pain. "He cared about me and I pushed him away. And now I'm gonna lose him…. And the only person that is to blame, is you."
She kicked him hard in the kidneys once more, her whole body shaking with anger.
"And now…. you're going to get out of my apartment," she said leaning over him, baring her teeth. "And you are going to fuck off, out of my life. Because if I see you again…..know this….."
And with that, Missy grasped up a handful of David's dark hair as he yelled out in pain, his head moving with her hand.
She brought her lips close to his face. Making sure that his blue eyes were locked onto hers.
"…..I'll kill you….and I will make it look like an accident..….do you understand me?"
He gave an immediate whimper, that Missy took as a yes.
She let go of him roughly, taking two or three steps back and folding her arms across herself, watching as he heaved himself to his feet.
He placed a hand to his side wincing, his eyes on the floor.
He no longer looked like the confident, manipulative David she had once known. Now he was an insect. A pest…that she could easily squish should she want to. She knew that now.
David didn't look back at her.
He merely grabbed his jacket and staggered out of the door.
Finally leaving her life…for good.
She was free.
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