A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, it is property of Quentin Tarantino. I also do not know how the hell to spell his last name, thankyou for no one complaining about it.
Murray McDavid Scotch
I sat on the front porch, watching the rain fall and hit the grass. It was major deja vu, from the previous time I had been out here but my room was gettng cramped now, and I needed some time to think.
A month in the hospital and two weeks isolated in my room and I had yet to say a word to anybody. I never thought that the fact that I was now unable to have a child would hit me so hard. Hard didn't even explain it. For some reason I couldn't fathom it.
I put my legs up under my chin, listening to the thunder roll louder overhead. I knew Donny was frustrated with me. I had refused to talk to him. Even look at him. Not only was there the internal disaster, but the bruises and cuts all over my face and body just showed how weak I was. I looked hideous. I could see the stares from the guys when I walked around.
Yes it could have happened to anyone else, but the fact that I couldn't fight them off was what really got to me. I had been nothing more than a little girl trying to fit into a mans shoes. What the hell made me think that I could actually hang around with these guys? Fight Nazis? What made me actually think I could win?
I sighed and stood up before making my way back into the house, careful to avoid the eyes of everyone else. I ignored their whispers and stares before quickly making my way up the staircase.
I threw open the door to my room, slamming it behind me before glancing in the mirror.
The mirror.
It was something I had tried to avoid since I got back. The bruises and cuts were a daily reminder of the hell I had been through. Not the mention how gaunt my face was getting.
I grabbed a bottle of perfume before chucking it at my reflection. As soon as both glass objects met each other one cracled while the other shattered, falling to the ground and spilling its contents all over. A sickly sweet smell filled the room and I collapsed down onto the bed,
I swiftly crawled beneath the covers, pulling them up over my head. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't even seen Donny in days. Had he been avoiding me? I certainly didn't blame him. With the way I looked now I disgusted myself.
I closed my eyes, fighting back the disgust and tears welling up inside of me. I was so detached from the world that I didn't even hear the door open, or the footsteps coming towards the bed.
As I felt the weight shift in the bed I curled into a ball, not wanting Donny to see my face, but as I felt his arms slide around my waist I realized something...it wasn't Donny holding me.
"Who is that?" I croaked, refusing to turn around.
"Just me darling calm down."
Aldo pulled a strand of hair out of me face, his other hand around my waist. As much as I wanted to push him away, it felt good to have someone hold me.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice coming out in a rasp because I had not talked in so long.
"To know why you've been hiding from us for the past few weeks." he snuggled up behind me.
"Why do you think?" I replied.
"If I knew do you think I'd be asking you?"
"...No." I shrugged, burying my face into the pillow.
"Ya know he misses you right? Thinks he done something wrong."
"Who?" I asked, very well knowing.
"That man of yours."
Just as he said it I picked up a hint of Donny in the pillow I was laying on. His musky mixture filled my nose and I relished it, wanting him to be here more than anything but not wanting him to see me this way.
"If he misses me so much why isn't he up here right now?" I replied, staring into the thin cotton.
"Well you're makin' it kind of hard to do that. Besides, I sent him out on a little job up in Dijon."Won't be back for two days."
It did in fact feel good to have a mans hands on my body. No matter who he was. I only wished he was Donny.
"What's got you all down like this baby?" he whispered in my ear, running his fingers trhough my hair.
"Everything..." I felt the words flowing out of my mouth. I didn't care anymore. You can only hold things in for so long.
"...after the shit I went through I'm afraid to even sleep on my own at night. To to mention how fucked up I look now. I'm just a mess. And Donny...I've seen the way he looks at me now Aldo. He wants nothing to do with me. Not to mention the fact that I can't have kids now. And I pretty much made this group look like shit,. I let them torture me. I let them put that shit inside of me. I don't even deserve to be living right now let alone in this house."
Aldo laid there silently for a moment before pressing his body up against mine, tightening his arms around my waist.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked. Trying to squeeze the life out of me by the feel of it.
"You feel that?" he asked.
"What?" I raised my eyebrows, turning my head.
"How hard I am right now."
Sure enough as I focused my attention on what was going on around my ass I could feel Aldo's rock hard cock pressing against me.
"If you're asking to have sex with me as tempting as it is the answer is no."
"Actually I wasn't, but I just wanted to know that as soon as I snuggled up in here with yeh, I got hard. You think I would do that if you were as ugly as you think you were?"
I chuckled weakly.
He moved one of his hands up to my breasts, squeezing them momenarily before I took it and moved it back down to my waist.
"No." I turned and smirked a little.
"Well, at least I tried. You know, we didn't catch that bastard whp did all that shit to you. But we did find his little assistant. Told us you didn't breath a word about us to them, even when you were being tortured."
"...And?"
"That's more than you can say than some of the other guys in here. You may be the first to not talk after getting' electrocuted and shit."
"...I got elctrocuted?" I turned around to face him.
"Believe it."
I nodded and looked down. As I did Aldo moved his hand up my face, grabbing the satin band running around the back of my head.
Yet another lasting effects of my experience with The Angel.
Of course when I awoke he doctors told me there was nothing they could do about my eye. While he had succeeded in changing the color, he had also succeeded in destroying my vision. Whatever drug was used fried my optic nerve, leaving me half blind. Instead of having my eye removed like the doctor had suggessted, I opted to just let it stay there. It wasn't doing any damage or benefitting me any. The eyepatch was solely just for fun. I needed some comical relief after what I had been through.
"Please don't." I grabbed his wrist. I hadn't let anyone see it since I first got the eyepatch.
"Just let me see." he smacked my hand away, ripping it off.
I thpught he was going to blanche. The nurse sure did. When I saw it for myself I even did. It wasn't the fact that this eye was a light green, but there was a milky white ring around border of the iris and the pupil. I knew how awful it looked.
But Aldo didn't have the reactoin I expected. His thumb ran around my eyebrow, softly across the outline of my eyebrow.
"Will you do something for me?" he aked, his voice suddenly soft and caringly as I had ever heard before.
"What?"
"Let me kiss you. Just once."
My breath caught in my throat. Of course I coudln't deny I had an attraction to Aldo, but shouldn't I have talked to Donny about this first? I mean, he was my boyfriend.
Or was he?
"I can see your doubts. Well let me tell you this, I ain't gonna force you into anything, but I can tell you for a fact that Donny ain't gonna get angry."
"Of course you would say that." I giggled.
"There's one thing I ain't it's a lie. I'm more honest then old Abe Lincoln."
"Yeah I just...I haven't even said one word to Donny since I got back. I'm sorry but I can't do this until he gets back."
He nodded then started to get out of the bed before I stopped him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling him back.
"Okay...I lied. Kiss me now." I shrugged.
Aldo stood there for a moment, shock crossing his face for what I believed was the first time before sitting down on the bed.
I sat up, feeling my collarbone press against my skin. It was strange, since I had lost the weight I felt bones I never really had before. I had never been heavy. Hell never even chunky. Just never stick thin with a pair of breasts.
Aldo leaned down, caressing the side of my face with his hand. It was something that surprised me. He used his hands so caringly. So lovingly. Completely unlike himself. I felt my heartbeat quicken and closed my eyes as he pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was explosive. Sure nothing that compared to what I felt for Donny but pretty damn close. His lips were so kind and gentle. Not to mention soft. He pushed his tongue inside of my mouth slowly, Exploring. His mouth tasted like tobacco and good whiskey.
Then the door opened. I pushed him off me and looked up the find Donny, standing in the doorway with a suitcase in his hands.
"Donny." I breathed.
He stared at us and swallowed before stepping into the room.
"Donny...I'm so sorry. I just...I don't know what came over me I was just lonely and it felt like-"
He stopped me with a motion of his hand before walking over and without saying anything, pulling me into his arms and kissing me.
"Ya know I'm a fan of the three way but not with another guy. I'm out."
"Well, next time you kiss my girlfriend can you warn me first so I don't have to taste you?"
Aldo slammed the door behind him and I looked up at Donny, suddenly conscious of my appearance. I started to say something but he put a finger on my lips.
"I love you."
Those words sent my world crashing. My heart stopped. Everything else ceased to exist.
He loved me.
He loved me.
Donny loved me.
And with that he reached down before pulling a small velvet box from his pocket and opening it.
"Marry me."
I was stunned. Bewildered. Unable to move. Unable to breath. Donny. The guy who weeks ago had told me were weren't yet a the stage in our relationship where he could tell me that he loved me, was proposing to me.
"B-but...we've only been together for two months if even that. And you said that you weren't ready for love yet."
"I know but the..thing got me thinking. Something can happen to us. At any point, and I don't want to have died always regretting what could have been. I do love you I just...need time to get on your level. I figured I could pop the question now and wait for my feelings to catch up later."
"Donny...it doesn't work like that. Marrige should be between two people who really love one another. I can't go about this like some sort of charade, simling and pretending that you love me."
'"Well, we could make it work. I'm asking you to just put this on your finger and consider it."
I looked down at him before sighing and I nodded.
"Okay." I smiled.
He slid the ring onto my finger. It was a small but beautiful square-cut diamond held by a gold band.
"And it's good to see you alive instead of walkind like a zombie."
I hit him with a pllow. Suddenly, none of the bad shit, the memories even mattered. I was with Donny.
"Good not to be a zombie. And sorry about the kiss. It was kind of just like..."
"Don't worry about it, although I kind of might mind now that we're engaged. "
"I'll keep that in mind."
I wrapped my arms around him tightly, trying to say everything that I couldn't verbally. I had finally gotten what I wanted. I had finally snagged my prize.
Now I just had to keep him.
