No more damsel-in-distress games. She had enough. Ariadne got ready for class in a rush, adrenaline pumping as she anticipated the event happening afterwards.
"I'm dumping Jean after class." Ariadne told Jules over the phone. "And you're coming with me. I'm doing it in front of everyone."
In class, Ariadne took notes and listened closely to Miles so time would fly by. With five minutes left, a red drip hit her notepad as she was sketching. Something was coming out her nose. Ariadne's immediate action was to cover her nostrils with her scarf. Unfortunately, the scarf that day was white and the blood stained through it.
"Eh… Ariadne, your nose." Bernie tapped her shoulder.
"Yes, I know that." Ariadne whispered harshly. She stood up and left the lecture hall to wash up. In the girl's bathroom, Ariadne put a tampon into the bleeding nostril and was surprised to see that in reality it sucked all the blood in.
"Ariadne." She pulled the tampon out of her nose and turned to see one of her female classmates. "Miles wants to talk to you… did you put that up your nose?" she sounded disgusted.
"Yeah, it works. You never saw She's The Man?"
The girl shook her head.
"Good movie. Anyway, I'll be there in a moment."
Ariadne returned to the lecture hall to see Miles sitting at his desk, his hands folded.
"I know what you want to talk about." She began with a sigh.
"Then explain to me the series of injuries you've been getting." He said.
Ariadne gulped. "Jean did it."
"I see…" Miles shook his head in pity. "Did you leave him?"
"I tried to dump him but he thought it wasn't my choice."
"Oh dear…"
"Jules and I are going over to the theater where I'm going to tell him one last time."
"Ariadne, I believe this is more serious than a bad relationship."
"What do you mean?"
"If you break up with him, what makes you think that will stop him from trying to contact you?" Miles pointed out. "Many times, situations like this become worse."
"I'm still going to do it."
"I'm not saying you should stay with him, defiantly let him go. But you need to do more than that."
"Are you suggesting I file a restraining order?"
An invisible light bulb above Miles's head lit like a star. "That would work just fine. Though it takes a while to come into play."
"Whatever it takes." Said Ariadne unwaveringly. "I'll even move out if I have to."
"You can stay with me. There's another bedroom."
Ariadne shook her head. "That's nice but…"
"That wasn't an offer." Said Miles strictly. "It's for your own safety."
"I guess I'll have to pack." A light tap was heard on the door. Ariadne turned her head to see Jules. "I have to go."
"Good luck." Miles wished. Ariadne was already scared as if he added, 'Your gonna need it'.
"So your gonna dump him in front of everyone?" Jules asked as they were leaving Ariadne's college. "I love it."
"He disserves everything he has coming to him!" Ariadne sneered. "I'm even filing a restraining order and moving out."
"Where are you gonna live?"
"With Miles." Said Ariadne as they stepped through the theater doors. The girls stomped onto the stage without permission. "Where's Jean?" Ariadne demanded that the crew-member point her in the right direction. He warned her that Jean was undressing but the girls proceeded to the men's dressing room anyway. Jules kicked the door open and they entered into a studio of half naked men in Greek costumes.
"Talk about a Trojan." Jules chucked.
Jean got off his makeup chair after hearing a guy yell, "You can't be in here!"
"Yes we can!" Jules snapped.
"Cherie, what is it?" Jean asked innocently.
"Don't fucking 'Cherie' me!" Ariadne snapped. Jean was taken slightly aback. "You can't call me that anymore because were finished! I told you yesterday, and I will tell you again; were though!"
A few guys in the room snickered and whistled.
"Eh, now that your single again-" one guy started.
"Fuck no!" said Jules. "She's not dating any of you deush-bags."
"You can't be serious." Said Jean.
"Things are always serious when going to court is involved."
"Your suing me?"
"She'll see you in court!" Jules finished. "Let's go girl." Ariadne flipped off Jean the same way Jules would before walking out.
The next stop was the City Hall. Ariadne requested a restraining order form and filled it up thoroughly with information. The woman at the desk said she could see a judge in three weeks.
"Can't you do it sooner?" Ariadne asked.
"I'm sorry madam. I know you're scared but things like these take time."
Ariadne growled in frustration before leaving the building. At Miles's house, she was unpacking her clothes in her new room when a knock was heard.
"Come in."
Miles stepped in with a cordless phone in his hand. "Someone's on the phone for you."
"Who?" Ariadne asked. Miles just smiled and handed her the phone. "Hello?"
"Did think I'd call you, did you?" The voice on the other line belonged to Cobb. Ariadne's mood seemed to suddenly brighten as she fell on the bed.
"Hi Cobb. How are the kids?"
"They're great, but that's not what I called you for."
"Miles told you about what happened, didn't he?" she rolled over and lay on her stomach.
"I'm impressed." Said Cobb. "You escaped."
"It wasn't easy." Said Ariadne. "My friend helped me through it and I owe her so much."
"After Miles told me, I wanted to know that you were ok."
"Well I'm fine. I filed for a restraining order and I don't live at my place anymore. So did you hear from any of the guys?"
"I think Eames and Yusuf are here. Arthur is working."
"Surprise, surprise." Said Ariadne sarcastically. "Your not going to tell him about this are you?"
"Why would I?"
"Well, I assume that since he's a point man, it would be his job to protect everyone who was on the team, including me. I don't want him flying all the way to Paris for nothing."
"Arthur's in England now actually. He said he's visiting his sister, but you know he's not."
"Of course." Ariadne chuckled. "I'm about to fall asleep now."
"Before you go," said Cobb. "Did you dream recently?"
Ariadne looked back on the nightmare. Seeing her dark teenage image and the feeling of her throat slit haunted her again.
"No. I'm not."
"You might get some nightmares."
"Believe me, I've been there."