A/N: PLEASE DISREGARD ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS! MY GRAMMAR ISN'T TOP NOTCH SO PLEASE BE SPARING AND UNDERSTANDING IF ANY ERRORS DO COME UP AND I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR THEM. Also, wouldn't let me include this in the description that this is a Dirk x Jane fanfic, I hope this doesn't thwart any readers attention. Enjoy!
"You're not leaving until she wakes up!" A faint voice commanded.
"She isn't comfortable with me anyway, why should I stick around and have her hate me even more, I'll come back later, ok?" Another voice put in.
"I'm sick of lying to her! You of all people would love for her to know!" The first voice pleaded.
"It's too soon, I'm not ready- she's not ready. When the time comes she'll except me like everything else."
"And when that happens it will be too late and she'll want nothing of you."
"What do you know?"
"She's my best friend! I think I'll know a thing or two!"
"Roxy-"
"Ya' know what? I'll just tell her myself when she wakes up."
"Don't you fucking dare."
"I will, and she'll be thankful for finding out."
"She isn't ready."
"And when the fuck will she?!" My eyes flung open to that, the loud booming voice ripped my eyes open. At first, I examined the room while lying down, having only my head move as it barley soaked up any information from it swimming, but the heavy and powerful surge of pain boomed through my skull, taking my attention towards that. "Wh-where am I?" I stuttered weakly through a sore throat, tasting something metallic-y as well.
"Janey!" Roxy exclaimed, running to my side as I sat up, realizing it was a bed. "You're in. . . oh shit . . ." Roxy trailed off.
"I'm leaving, you give her an explanation." Dirk sighed as he started towards the door.
"So Jane, Dirk and I-"
"Nonononononono, never mind, out of my way I'm explaining." Dirk came bursting back into the room, sitting next to Roxy near the bed and covering her mouth. "What do you remember last?" Dirk asked.
"Where am I?" I asked a bit alarmed, grabbing my head as it continued to ache.
"You're fine. Just tell me what you remembered last." He asked once again, getting me a bit aggravated. "Not until you tell me where I am!" I asked once again with a borderline shrill voice. He sighed, taking off his pointy shades and rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger, slipping his shades on without allowing me to see his eyes, "My apartment." He mumbled, refusing to look at me.
"Your apartment?" My heart sunk as the dots became connected in my mind, his apartment, inside a room full of puppets, robots, pictures of horses, and advanced technology, in a bed that smelled like it's been slept in and slightly perfumed with cologne. A pressure started to build in my chest, one that made me scared, my stalker, the person who got me in trouble with the police and the court system. Has me lying in his bed for God knows what reason. "Roxy. . . w-why . . . why am I . . . what's going on?!" Roxy pulled Dirk's hand away, trying to speak again but he recovered it.
"I'll explain if you tell me what you remember last before waking up."
"I don't know, someone pulled me into a corner and . . . that's about it . . . now tell me what's going on, why does my head hurt so much?!" He sighed again, scratching the top of his head as Roxy fought to talk. "You were . . ." Dirk started.
Roxy pulled his hand away, "Say it!" He recovered it.
". . . chloroformed . . ." I choked on my own surprise, covering my mouth from the shock. I'd heard of these things happening to people in movies or stories, but never had I thought of this happening to me. This was so unreal. "Jane, you're fine, I'll get you some pain killers for your head and something to drink, then we can give you an explanation as to what's going on." My head shook as I grabbed my throat.
"My throat hurts . . . but I don't need any of that, I need an explanation!" I cried out, giving my head a jolt from the scream. "Janey, let Dirk give you the medicine, he's only trying to help." Roxy soothed, escaping her mouth once again. I shook my head slightly, still brining pain from that simple gesture, "I'm sorry . . . I just don't trust him." I whispered, grabbing my head once again. Roxy grabbed one of my hands, squeezing it reassuringly, with a positive smile. "Jane I think it's time you should know." Dirk covered her mouth again. She bit it, having Dirk retreat, "Hear. Me. out." She firmly told Dirk, and then turned to me with her smile. "Janey, Dirk and I have been good friends for a while. Now, I don't want you to think that I betrayed you in any way because I never told him anything about you. Please take my word for it when I say he's only trying to help."
This was all coming from Roxy, someone who I trusted a lot, so if she says it's so. Then I give him some trust through her, but I'm still not comfortable with him completely. I nodded and her smile widened, "Alrighty then looks like we have a mutual understanding." Roxy announced with pride.
"Woohoo, now let me check your arm." Dirk went for one of my arms that were attached to my head. I flinched, but Roxy shot me a look that canceled my retreat, he took my arm and pointed out a dark purplish, brown bruise that marked up my arm. "Does this hurt at all?" He asked, lifting it up a bit. "No . . . I had no idea that it was there."
"Good, then you probably don't know about this either." He lifts my shirt a bit to reveal bandages wrapped around my waist, slightly being colored with blood. "Oh my-"
"It's nothing, just a scratch that wouldn't stop bleeding ok? You're fine." He pulls my shirt back down, leaving me to realize how beat up I was. My head was dominating the pain, but my body ached as well, the cut on my side didn't affect all that much but it was probably muted from all the other pain. "What happened to me?" Dirk stalled again, staring at me for a moment before Roxy attempted to speak again. "I wanted to set things straight with you so I chloroformed you and brought you here to talk. Roxy helped me get your body here but we dropped you accidentally down the stairs and your headache and sore throat is the aftermath effect of the chloroform . . . so how are you?" I was open mouth and shocked, feeling terrified that not only this lunatic drugged me, and brought me to his house, but my best friend Roxy was in on it as well. Not to mention they were goods friends, my trust was gone with Dirk but it was slipping with Roxy as well, I didn't want it to, but her actions leave me with no choice. It was so unlike her to do this, but the evidence was right in front of me as to why she was here.
Dirk noticed my shock and instantly spoke, "I'm going to go get your medicine now, you want anything Roxy?" He stood up; waiting for her response, Roxy bent her head back to get a view of Dirk. "Got any vodka?" Dirk chuckled.
"Of course Miss. Lalonde, but what's the occasion, you don't usually drink unless it's for something special."
Roxy shrugged, "In the mood, and it's only one, I don't plan on getting drunk right now."
"How about you Jane?" He pulled me out of my frozen state, putting a hand over my mouth and hunching over. "Bathroom please!" He rushed to me, helping me up and out of the bed as he led me through his bedroom door. "Shit, didn't know you would want to vomit from the chloroform, bathroom's right here." He led me to the bathroom, opening it and letting me through. Once I was inside and alone, I waited a second or two, counting to thirty, then forty, then fifty before opening the door and peeking out. Dirk was gone and there was no sign of Roxy, perfect. I quietly slipped through, coming to a staircase where it led down into an open room; I could hear shuffling that faded off as some cabinets closed. I tip toed down and peered over to see no Dirk in the large room and right across the room was the front door that led outside.
Here goes nothing, I bounded to the front door, opening it quietly, slipping past it, and slowly closing it, finding myself in one of those suburban neighborhoods that were perfect and for the rich only. I couldn't recognize where I was, but it didn't matter, I had to run and fast, bolting away from the house. It took me a little while, but I found the entrance to this place, running out into the normal street and bounding down it. Now all I had to do was find a phone and call my Dad, this place must be near an area I know, at least I hope.
A/N: I'm not sure if I made it clear enough, but Dirk lives in one of those very nice house kind of apartments in one of those neighborhoods that's strictly apartment houses. I'm not sure what they're called but that's it . . . thanks for continuing with my story, it means a lot to me for someone to actually want to read this and enjoy it! Chapter 3 will be out very soon as well, thanks for reading my lovely reader!