Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist.
Note: Roy is just turning 24 and Riza is already 16, just letting everyone know.
Jon Archer:
Age: 19 almost 20.
Height: 6"0
Hair: Black.
Eyes: Dark Brown.
BIO: Enjoys deflowering young girls, hurting defenseless people, likes to beat people to near death and is capable of the worst crimes known to man. Jon as been described as psychotic and anything could make him lose it.
Chapter 2,
She had arrived at the Archer's house and at first stood in shock of how beautiful the house was but just like everything beautiful there was darkness inside, an evil lurking and waiting to strike out, or maybe Riza had just read too many horror novels.
Walking into the house she felt a shiver go up her spine, it slowly crawled leaving goose bumps in its wake and giving her an uneasy feeling about the place.
Her mouth dropped as she looked around, the room was beautiful, not beautiful like the ballroom; this room had a simple look to it with its white wallpaper and blue plush carpet. There were many paintings hanging around the room with many objects sitting on pedestals, flowers of usual colors sat in vases and the lighting made everything seem like it was perfect, and this was only the living room.
"How do you like your new home, my love?" Riza had to stop herself from jumping and slapping herself for forgetting where she was.
"I'm not here because I want to be." She said with her back to him, how she could have forgotten it devils spawn had invaded the beautiful house was beyond her.
He gently trailed his pointer finger down her back, even through the black polo top she had to bite her lip to stop from giving a shiver, "You know you'll like it here, besides if we're to be married you need to get to know your own home." He told her as he continued to stroke her back.
Gritting her teeth she flung herself around to face him, she grabbed his collar and brought his face close to hers, "Get this through your think brain dead head you disgusting pervert, I. will. Not. Marry. You." She whispered harshly.
Stepping back and letting go of him she turned herself around so her back was facing her again, "Now could you show me to the room I'll be staying in?"
At first when she had grabbed him he was in shock, such a small thing had such strength, then when she turned around and mentioned she wanted to go to her room, well, he couldn't help the evil glint in his dark eyes.
"Of course, I'll show to your room." He said as he tried to take her arm, she however wouldn't let him touch her and after awhile he gave up and walked ahead of her.
They walked in silence however Riza had noticed Jon was shooting glances at her every time they walked past a mirror, which was often, and even if she was inexperienced in the love department she knew what was held in his looks, lust. If anything Riza hated lust more then she hated Mustang not finishing his paperwork, lust was what Mustang was driven by when he saw a pretty girl in a tiny mini skirt, lust was something that got in the way and Jon was lusting after her and it scared her just a little.
He stood at a door and Riza's eyes narrowed, something wasn't right, the door looked like it had been used rather a lot, there were small scrapes on the bottom and unlike most guest rooms the door didn't even have a little bit of dust.
He turned and smirked at her, something she was really tempered to slap off, and opened the door.
At first glance it looked just like any other room she had stayed in before until she noticed the pictures, paintings and posters, and she knew she was standing outside his room.
"I asked you to take me to the room I was to be staying in." she said dryly, "Not your room."
He gave a chilling chuckle, "You'll be staying with me, in my room, in my bed, your father suggested it and I was happy to agree." Her eyes widened just slightly unable to believe what she was hearing. "So now you sleep with me." He said softly as he reached out and played with a strand of her blonde locks, he was amused by the look she was wearing.
She felt his hand playing with her hair and slapped it away glaring at him with enough heat to pop popcorn.
Seeing a couch that looked rather nice she walked passed him into the room and placed her bag on the floor. "I'll sleep on the couch." She stated to him.
Jon raised an eyebrow and gave a chuckle inwardly, 'She's going to be a tough one to crack.' He though as he watched Riza unpack her items.
He gave a nod, hiding his amusement, and told her he'd get her some pillows and a blanket.
Sighing she plopped herself down on the lounge, 'How am I going to get out of this?' she shook her head and smoothed back the stray hairs that Jon had been playing with. 'I'll find away.'
-
Roy was sitting at his desk thinking over what happened last night, for once he wanted to do his paperwork and not have to go over what he woke up to his morning.
Shaking his head he told himself he was being an idiot and tried to do his work, however he was unable to even read the second line because he was thinking about everything, women, Riza, mini skirts on Riza and that was bad, very bad thing.
Last night he and Hughes went to a bar, they liked to go there after work but since Riza had come along he had stopped and tried to be a good person and not drink in front of her but since she wasn't there…
He was on his 5th drink of gin and tonic while Maes had a coke and told Roy about how much he loved, LOVED, his girlfriend when Roy spotted her. She was alone reading a thick novel and something about her pulled him towards her.
He looked her over as he sat beside his friend, she was beautiful with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, (her eyes were brown and that displeased him a little but he continued to look past that) she had long legs and curves that were average, she had smallish breast but he didn't care, there was something about this woman.
Maes noticed him looking and decided to give his opinion, much to Roy displeasure, he pointed out how much she looked like Riza.
Roy thought about it as he looked the woman over, she was wearing a tight mini dress that hardly covered her butt and Roy could never see Riza wearing something like that but he admitted, to himself anyway, that she did seem a little like Riza. She had the hair and the legs and now that he noticed, she had hips like Riza's as well; the thick book she was reading reminded him of how Riza would read as much as she could at the bookstore across the road from his office.
Roy shook every thought about his little charge from his head, told Maes he'd see him later and went to talk to the girl…woman, he meant woman.
He was happy with how she blushed and giggled, not at all like Riza, and she flirted back hinting on where she'd like to go.
It wasn't long before they got to his house, his room wasn't that far from Riza's and he almost ended up going in there, he took off both his own and her clothes as fast as he could.
His room was filled with grunts, moans, whimpers and callings of 'Oh God' and 'Harder, faster' and of course his favorite, 'I need you.' it was then he started to hate himself.
Filled and driven by lust he made the mistake to look over onto his bedside and what he saw almost made him stop. There was a picture of Riza and himself that he had gotten Maes to take, he remembered she hated having her picture taken but Roy wanted one of them together so he had to catch her off guard and placed the picture next to his bed.
He had many photos on his bedside but the one with her stood out and made everything blur. She was standing there with her arms by her side and her eyebrow was raised, her hair was the same, her body was the same, she was the same, she was the one he saw in his mind.
He pushed her out of his head once again, and continued having sex with the woman, whose name he didn't get, and to him it felt like a chore but he couldn't stop halfway through and ask her to leave, that would be rude.
She lay there with a wild rage in her eyes looking up at the man who seemed more than confused, "Riza?" she hissed at him like an angry cat, "My name is not Riza, it is Teri. Get off me you sick creep." She pushed him off of her and got up and started to get dressed, before she left she turned to him and said "You need to find this 'Riza' and get her off your mind before you can play with me again." She slammed the door and left.
Roy laid there on the bed thinking about how he called out her name. Groaning he slapped himself in the forehead and looked over at his bedside table to see the picture. It seemed like picture Riza was taunting him, eyes narrowed he pushed the picture over face down no longer wanting to look at it.
He closed his eyes hoping to get rest, 'Oh Riza what have you done to me? Or maybe this is just my screwed up mind.'
His onyx eyes snapped open and he wondered out loud, "When the hell did I start calling her Riza?"
With a growl he threw the blanket over his head and tried to get some sleep.
However the next morning he couldn't do anything but think about Teri's words, 'You need to find this 'Riza' and get her off your mind before you can play with me again.' He couldn't do that, she was far too young. No, he'll just have to find someone else to have fun with later.
-
She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, the couch was nice to sit on but to sleep on was rather painful the next day. Her aching back protested every movement she had made until she stretched all the pained muscles and got ready for a run.
She was surprised when had awoken that morning to find Jon already awake and gone, having an uneasy feeling about waking in an unknown room she got up and got dressed but an unnerving feeling someone was watching her.
She had dismissed the feeling and continued to get dressed into her runners gear; she had been given a tour last night and knew where the backdoor was so she let herself out.
Getting ready for a long jog her noticed someone running along the pathways, hiding behind the rose bushes, she saw to her surprise Jon Archer…running…early in the morning.
She saw him stop and look over at her, "Are you going to stand there or are you going to come for a run with me?" he called out.
Her face flushed with embarrassment and she stepped out into plain view.
Walking up to him, slowly, she asked how he knew she was there, "Simple, I got a call that someone was sneaking around the garden, well," he looked her over with a smirk, "That and you're wearing a bright orange shirt. Oh and who else would wear gloves on such a hot day but you." He told her.
She kept her impassive face not showing even a hint of how she felt when he asked her a question, "Why do you keep those gloves on?" his face show curiosity and Riza believed that he wanted to know, however she wouldn't tell him.
"I like them." Was all she said and Jon dropped the subject.
He asked her again if she wished to go for a run with him and she replied with a short yes, however she would stay on her guard.
Their run had been uneventful and Riza had warmed up to Jon a little but still didn't want to marry him.
Jon himself had planned a date for the two of them; in fact he had gone to great lengths for today to go right, maybe she'll let him touch her with getting hit or verbally abused, and maybe tonight she'll sleep in his bed.
-
"Is everything ready?" Jon asked the driver who gave a 'yes sir' before taking off to check once more; he didn't want to get beaten again, last time he was in a coma for 3 days. He knew he should leave his post but he was deathly afraid, Jon's father, Frank, had told him that if he ever left he would send people after his family and that was the reason he put up with the horrible slurs and hits.
Jon was wearing casual dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt; he was waiting for Riza to show up for their 'date', he was taking her for a picnic up in the Blue Mountains and then to the theme park in the city.
Finally Riza started down the grand staircase leading down towards Jon, she was wearing her black gloves, white sneakers, ¾ cuffed jeans and a black top. She had no idea where they would be going so she had decided to dress for everything.
As she reached the bottom she felt rather naked as she saw the way he was looking at her and as he brought his dark eyes up to her gold ones she gave a small shiver.
They were driven up a long and winding road and Riza started to get a little nervous, not that she'd ever let him know, as a fair amount of fog started to appear as they drove further up into the Blue Mountains.
'The prefect place to hide a body,' Riza thought as she entertained herself with ways she could get away with killing Jon if he touched her.
When they stopped Riza took note of where they were and all she saw was fog, trees and more fog. Biting her bottom lip, something she used to do as a child when she was worried, she did the only thing she thought of. Standing tall and dropping every sign of emotion she turned to the man who was getting some objects from the boot of the car, "Where are we." She asked in a monotone.
She saw him give a smile and her uneasiness grew as the car drove away, if there was one thing she had heard about Jon Archer it was that he liked to get virgins in his bed by any means, sometimes by force and Riza didn't want to become one of those girls.
But he didn't lay a finger on her as he led her to the picnic spot, it was a beautiful, it sat almost at the edge of a cliff, there was no fog or any trees surrounding the area but rather a lot of blue roses and Riza wondered if that was where the name 'Blue Mountain' came from.
He laid down a big light blue picnic blanket and placed the basket, he had been holding, on top, sitting down he asked her to join him. She sat at the edge of the blanket watching him as he pulled out food and drink and placed them in an order of what to eat first and last.
Next he pulled out plates, spoons, knifes and forks along with two cups, one blue and the other green. "Would you prefer water or soft drink?" he asked her softly.
"Water," Riza stated before adding, "Please." She wasn't sure if she should trust him giving her the drink but when he poured himself a water as well she let out a sigh of relief inwardly, 'hopefully that means he didn't drug it.'.
Everything had been going well and Riza started to relax while she and Jon talked about the new weapons and the resent sighting of wanted murders and even what they planned to do in the future, Riza once more said she didn't want to marry until she was a certain age…or never.
Riza had let down her guard and didn't notice how Jon had stopped drinking water after his first cup, nor did she notice how he was watching her carefully almost like he was waiting for something.
It had been two and a half hours since they had their picnic and now they were waiting for the driver, who because of the fog had gotten worse was unable to meet them at the spot he dropped them off, and Riza's body was extremely exhausted.
Getting into the car after the 2 ½ hike down the mountain she felt woozy and fell asleep on Jon shoulder, he held her close thinking how soft and warm she was as she softly breathed onto his shoulder.
He had taken off her shoes, socks and then her bra he knew she would more than likely be mad in the morning but all he'd have to say was that the maid took it off and he knew the maid would cover for him, she has too.
He looked at her as she slept, she looked so innocent with her blonde hair in the usual plat and her strawberry lips parted slightly, Jon reached down and brushed a stray hair away from her face.
"So beautiful you are little Riza." He whispered, "And soon you'll be mine, even if don't want to be." He bent down and kissed her forehead before leaving his room and walking down the hall.
He turned to a door that looked nothing more but a towel cupboard until he opened it, inside was a room full of video screens, a security room for his own viewing pleasure.
He looked around until he found the right one; it was when Riza woke up and got change that morning, he noticed she seemed more than a little uneasy and seemed to be looking around the room.
Leaning back in his chair he frowned has he watched the blonde girl looked around the room almost searching for something while she stood half naked in the middle of his room. His frown turned to a smile as he thought that, 'his room, his Riza'.
He noticed she went into the bathroom to change her gloves and fix her hair, turning the video off he yawned and went back to his room after locking the door.
He looked at Riza as he got changed into dark blue boxes and climbed under into the bed, pulling her close to him with one hand wrapped around her soft stomach, he kissed the crook of her neck before whispering, "My Riza," And falling asleep.
-
Roy had paced his room so much for so long that his foot prints were now imprinted on the short carpet.
He wasn't sure what to do, again that night he had thought of Riza while being with a beautiful woman who was nothing like his little charge and it pissed him to the point of no return.
He wanted sex. Messy, loud sex without having her face appearing in his mind. He had woken up after a dream he had had about finding her in his bed, how she told she was scared of thunder and how she kissed and cuddled him.
Roy Mustang was starting to think he was cursed.
The dream he had had was fading from his minds eye, it wasn't very vivid or re-memorable but he could still remember her moans and even now it drove him wild.
Not just 30 minutes ago the woman he had been having sex with had left saying she had to get up early for work, however the way she had said it with tainted hatred in her voice made he wonder if she noticed that he kept his eyes close.
He ran a hand through his black hair as he sighed and went to have a shower knowing full well he wouldn't be able to sleep and a shower always drained him of his energy.
-
Jon paced in his 'video' room, 'I've only got a week left, until Riza goes back to continue her training, I need to claim her before then.'
When Riza had awoken the day he placed her in his bed after they had their picnic she had almost panicked when she found herself wrapped in his arms and missing a bra, in fact she looked close to fleeing his house.
He had told her just what he had planned to say, she had fallen asleep on the way home and he had taken off her shoes and socks but the maid told him she would be in pain and the reason she was placed in his bed was because he thought the couch would be uncomfortable. The maid had confirmed it even though she was never there.
And after that Riza had been very exhausted, Jon had placed sleeping pills in her meals and drinks, she assumed it was because they were doing actives that made her energy run low and every time she ended up falling asleep he would place her in his bed.
But he had been doing that for two weeks and now he wanted to claim her, make her his, and he would get an opening soon but right now he was going to go down to the ice cream parlor and find a cute young innocent girl to play with.
He smirked, 'Who knows maybe I'll find a Riza copy and have a little fun, now what am I in the mood for, rough or force?' He gave a chuckle before leaving the room.
-
"A few more days until Blondie returns huh?" Jean asked while looking at the calendar, "Thank God, it's boring with the girl here, been waiting to see how she looks now." His unlit cigarette dangled in his mouth with every word.
Roy swallowed; yes he had been thinking about how Riza would look now, in fact he had been going over it in his mind every night before he slept. "Yes, 3 months is a long time to be gone, but she'll more than likely look the same."
"Ahh, the little angel is coming back; sometimes it makes me so sad that I cannot pass down the Armstrong traits to her, that way she could be just as talented as me." Came the tear filled cry from the corner as Armstrong jumped into the conversion.
Roy brought his fingers up to his temples and massaged them since he could feel a headache coming on.
"You know she's only here for two more year's right? And then she'll be gone and married to Archer's son." Roy could tell everyone was looking at him because of how he had said the sentence, he said it with sadness and hatred and that alone was uncommon with him.
It was Breda who commented on that, "So since when have you sounded so pissed off when a chick was engaged? It never bothered you before, in fact I remember you would bang engaged chicks all the time as a 'happy marriage' present."
His blood boiled and he looked at his friend with a fire in his eyes, "What are you saying, that I would sleep with Riza? She's 16, that is wrong, against the law, she's too young and I don't care if she marries that psycho prick, I hope they're happy and have tons of little brats running around." He hissed at his friends, and then releasing what he just said he told them to leave before their confused looking turned to knowing looks.
"Out." He said, there were protests but he firmly snapped "I said LEAVE."
They all looked at him with shocked expressions before they all turned and went out the door to tell their friend Maes, knowing that above everyone he would know what was going on.
-
Tomorrow she would be returning to her training with Mustang and she couldn't wait, really, she had everything packed and she felt restless.
She was wearing a simple blue nightie with super girl pants, she had gotten up to make sure she had the right clothes out for the next day and then went to brush her teeth.
When she came out she was shocked to see Jon standing there in the nude, his tanned body all exposed to her to see.
He turned around to face her and she couldn't fight the blush that rose to her face.
"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you were getting dressed. I should go and…" she didn't finish as she turned around with every intention of going into the bathroom, but she was stopped by a strong hand that wrapped its fingers around her wrist and pulled her towards him.
"Don't go away Riza, I need your help." His words came out in a growl making her shiver.
Her heart had started to beat faster than ever and a part of her wondered if it would break her ribs. "My help?" she asked with her head looking at the ground, almost fearful to know. "With what, what could I do?"
He smirked; he had just where he wanted her. "With this," he whispered as he slowly dragged her down his abdomen until he heard her gasp and try to pull her arm away. "You drive me crazy Riza and this is what happens when I'm close to you. Help me get rid of this."
Riza was so scared she honestly felt like crying for the first time in years, but another part of her craved to understand how she could do that to him of all people.
"I-I don't think I should." Whispered with her head still looking at the ground, she looked as though she was about to flee from him at any given cost and Jon knew that this was his only chance.
Walking around until he was standing in front of her he took his other hand and pulled her head up. He saw fear and curiosity in her beautiful golden orbs making him have to hold back a moan; he had to push back his desire to take her right then knowing if he did it would be much harder to get her into his bed when they married.
Lowering his head down he kissed her, Riza was too shocked to do anything but something flashed in her mind, a picture of someone and as she opened her mouth to protest Jon took it as a sign and Riza didn't know why but she kissed him back.
She was trembling and he loved it, he had claimed her, she was his and his alone.
Riza didn't know that kissing him back was going to be the worse mistake in her life.
-
The next morning Riza had a shower, it hurt to move and her eyes were puffy and red from crying, in the next two hours she would be leaving to go back to Mustangs.
Leaving the bathroom, after making sure Jon wasn't in there; she tripped over her feet and fell on the floor. Getting up she noticed something in the wall, something you wouldn't see normally see unless you were looking for it, standing up Riza moved her shaking body towards a small hole placed in the corner just above the bookcase.
Her heart stopped as she moved close enough to see what it was, a small camera, fresh tears ran down her face as noticed it's viewing range, the bed and the couch.
All those times she had gotten changed, undressed and dressed again and again, all those feelings that someone was watching her was true.
A gasp came from her sore throat and a small shaky hand covered her mouth, he recorded them having sex last night. All she wanted to do now was go 'home' and never, ever return to this place.
-
Roy was waiting at the train station with Jean, Riza's train wasn't due for two hours but he had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure she was there and ok.
Jean was sitting in the driver's seat with his fingers on his burning smoke, "I don't know what you're so worried about, Blondie will be fine and if the Archer brat even tried anything with her she'd shoot 'im right."
Roy frowned, "I don't think she'd go that far but still, I can't help but have this feeling."
And so the two waited for Riza's train to pull in.
-
Riza sat on the train still shaky after finding the camera. Self loathing was something she was new at but it appears she was getting the hang of it rather well; she had been too embarrassed to even think of it.
'How many girls had lost their virginity on his bed and not known of the camera?' Riza wondered as the train sped towards the one place she felt safe at the moment.
She was too scared to confront Jon, too ashamed. She had kept silent on the way to the train station but Riza knew that it was only a matter of time before he looked at the tape and saw that she had found it.
She reached up and wiped her lips for like the millionth time that morning, her lips felt as though they were burning after he kissed her goodbye. He reached out and grabbed her, kissed her and told her how good she was last night before telling the driver to hurry up, leaving her standing there disgusted and sick.
Fresh tears rolled down her face as she thought of that, she wiped them away and laughed bitterly at herself.
'Stupid little girl,' she said to herself, 'so stupid.'
She looked outside the window and saw her destination only 5 minutes away, sighing she was glad to be back and she was even gladder that it was almost night time and she could sleep.
-
Jean and Roy were now standing watching as Riza's train pulled in and people piled out. Looking for their little friend as one of the last people stepped off; Roy thought for a second that she didn't come back before Jean pointed her out.
"Oi, Blondie, we're over here." Jean shouted excitedly as he saw her blonde head stepping off the train.
Roy looked her over and felt an immense sadness coming from her in large waves, her eyes had lost everything they held before she left, every bit of coldness she had when she first arrived and every bit of kindness she started to have. She had changed and she hadn't at the same time, her hair was in the same plat, she still wore her gloves and her old jeans but she had changed somehow.
Jean rushed over to her, saluted her as she did in return, and then attacked her with a great big hug that seemed to catch her of guard, it took her a moment before she kind of returned the hug with a few pats on the back but she seemed a little happier.
"I'm glad you're back Blondie, it's been so very boring without you." He told her while almost crushing her.
Her big gold eyes blinked at her nickname, "Blondie?" she whispered.
He had finally let go and smirked at her confusion, "Yeah 'cause you've got blonde hair kid. Come on brat, Mustang's been waiting for two hours to see you here safe."
'Brat, Blondie and kid, it's almost nice.' She thought as Jean pushed her towards Roy.
She saluted him and he returned it, "Havoc said you've been waiting for two hours, Sir, sorry I kept you waiting." She said gently but never once did she raise her eyes to his and that action alone made him worry.
"I don't think you could've made the train go faster Hawkeye, but it's nice to have you home." He told her and even though she wasn't eye-to-eye with him he could feel she was surprised to be told that.
-
They had driven home listening to Jean chat on and on about everything she had missed, which really wasn't much, and all the time Roy had snuck glances at her emotionless face noticing how her eyes had looked as dead before and how they stilled looked lifeless.
'I wonder what's happened,' suddenly a thought crossed his mind, 'If it was that Archer kid I swear to rip him apart.'
They had gotten home and she had told him she wished to go to bed, "A long ride Sir and I didn't sleep much the other night." He could tell she was lying but he let it go, after all it was nice to hear her voice again and maybe with her here he could have Riza-less sex.
-
The next day everything was the same as before, they got up and ran, they went to work/training, they came home and had dinner, nothing had changed.
It was that night everything would change.
Roy knocked on Riza's bedroom door, "Hey Hawkeye come out here for a second." He called though the door.
The door opened to revel a wet, towel clad Riza standing in her door way, "Sir?"
Pushing back a lump that was in his throat he said to her, "I'm going out tonight and I might not be home tonight but I don't want you slacking off on your run tomorrow alright?" he told her wanting to get away as fast as he could.
"Of course Sir." She turned away and he left with the image of her in a towel fresh in his mind.
-
Riza had finished getting dress, jeans, gloves and her shirt, and was looking for her shoes, upon finding them she got her water bottle and went to go for a long walk.
On her walk she went past a new club, biting her lip she wondered if she should check it out; her teenage curiosity had reared its head and begged her to take a look.
Walking around the back of the club to an unguarded back door she opened it and went in.
It wasn't something she had expected it to be, there were people grinding each other, pushing up against each other, making out and some were dancing with the same sex, all of this was new to her.
Turning to leave the way she came she was stopped by an attractive young man who was smiling kindly at her.
"Whoa little lady, this is a dance club so why are you standing here huh?" he shouted to her over the loud music.
Her heart had stopped for a second as she looked at the man, he had dark blonde hair and kind light brown eyes, and he wasn't too much taller than her but was a good 4 inches, he wasn't much built but she liked that.
"I was going to leave, I'm not much of a dancer." She yelled back and his smirk turned into a kind and warm smile.
"Come on, a drink always loosens a person up and makes dancing much more fun." He called to her.
She let him take her hand and lead her towards the bar; seeing a free booth he let her sit down telling her he'll be right back. From where she was sitting Riza could see the club better. Aside from the people dancing she could see the floor would change colors every few seconds, people were dancing in cages and there were water color changing fountains making the room look a little magical.
When the man came back with two drinks he closed a door Riza hadn't even noticed was there, once closed it was far quieter and they could actually hear themselves think.
"Here," he said pushing a drink towards her, "I wasn't sure what you liked so I got one my sister has a taste of." He said with a laugh that made Riza give a small, very small smile.
"Thank you," she whispered looking at the glass, 'What have you got to lose? The only thing you had is gone down.' And with self hate she grabbed the glass and drunk it all at once.
Her eyes widened and she gave a little hiccup, the man gave a small chuckle.
He reached his hand across the table, "My names Zach." She took his hand as she started to feel the effects of the alcohol, "Mines Riza."
"That's a strange name," he commented, "Well it's mine and I've got to live with." She whispered lowly.
Hearing a song starting to play she stood up, "I know this song, I want to dance." She told him.
He raised an eyebrow, "I thought you didn't dance?"
"Well, I've never danced in a club before but there's a first for everything right?"
He nodded and let her lead them to the floor. He was amazed by the way she danced, maybe it was the drink had too much alcohol or because she was really good at dancing he wasn't sure why, but she was really good.
She grinded against him, swung her hips, pushed out her breasts and almost tripped over but he noticed that she hardly smiled, her face was relaxed and she wasn't frowning but she wasn't smiling either.
-
Roy was dancing at a new night club with his date, sherry; he was having a great time until he saw a little blonde girl in with her hair in a plat. Telling himself that it wasn't Riza, she would never be there in a 21 and older club dancing he tried to shake it off however the feeling wasn't going away and it only got worse when he saw the blue jeans.
Telling Sherry he'd be right back he went over to where the he saw the girl dancing, rage filled him when he saw it was Riza…dancing and looking as though she was ready to have sex with this unknown man right there on the dance floor, and they guy seemed to enjoy it.
When he saw the guy go off to the bar Roy made his move, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the club, past every dancing couple, out to the door, past the guard and down the street to his car.
Putting her in the passenger side and closing the door he rubbed his temples before climbing into his driver's seat. So far he had ignored the protests coming from Riza and continued to ignore them until he got her inside the house.
The door didn't even close before he exploded.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING IN THAT CLUB?" he shouted at her, "AND YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING AND DON'T DENY IT," "I wasn't going to" Riza mumbled. "AND YOUR DANCING WAS SO, WAS SO, YOU LOOK LIKE A…"
"A slut?" she asked, "Well maybe I am."
Roy's face held nothing but shock, "What happened during the summer Riza?"
'He knows, oh god he knows.' "Nothing." She said before turning up the hallway, "AND STOP ACTING LIKE AN OVER PROTECTIVE FATHER." She screamed before slamming her bedroom door.
Without thinking Roy shouted back, "I WASN'T ACTING LIKE AN OVER PROTECTIVE FATHER, I WAS ACTING LIKE AN OVER PROTECIVE BOYFRIEND." He stopped.
"Oh god I hope she didn't hear that." He thought, "Oh shit, Sherry."
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It was 3am and Roy woke up from the sounds of a shower, "What is she doing now?" he mumbled.
Getting out of bed and going towards her room, he let himself in and knocked on her bathroom door, "Hawkeye it's 3 in the morning, can't you have a shower later?" he knocked again when he didn't get a reply.
"Hawkeye?" he asked again with a small amount of fear in his voice, "Hawkeye, are you ok?" he listened as he pressed his ear against the door.
His heard small cries and his fear got the best of him, trying to open the door and finding it locked he moved back several paces before charging into the door and braking it down.
Looking around the room he saw her and his heart stopped.
Riza was sitting naked in the shower curled up and scrubbing at her body and Roy could see specks of blood.
He heard her whispering, "Stupid girl, so pathetic."
Without thinking he grabbed the towel hanging on the rack and went over to her, draping the towel around her naked form he went into the shower and picked her up. He carried her to his bed, not wanting to leave her in her own room.
He was so sure that this was Jon Archers doing and he hoped that he didn't force her because he wasn't sure he could deal with Riza being broken.
"I'll kill him if he's hurt you Riza, I'll kill him." He whispered as he laid down next to her hold her close.
End of chapter two.
Written by Jessica.