Four Little Miss Nothings
Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee
A/N: OKIE-DOKIE…Well thanks for the comments; they make me feel like a lovely ball of sunshine [most], and here is Rikki's chapter. And finally, lets give a hooray for ZIKKI.
Rikki's POV:
"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" Zane's voice was deep and serious. I knew he wasn't playing. His eyes thick with concern. I tried to look anywhere but at them. Because I knew if I took one glance at his compassionate eyes, I'd start bawling, shrieking what was wrong with everything. And he'd feel the need to comfort me. And I didn't want to be comforted.
Last night had possibly been the worst night of my life. It would have been possible for me to endure the sick pain that took place when Charlotte's brother of some sorts…f…fuc….fucked me. Again. But not him and his friends. They liked pain too much. They didn't have any compassion, and the things they made me do… All so Bella would never know….
Zane saw the tears falling from my eyes, and sat down next to me.
I was a scrunched up mess on the floor of his Bar. My eyes bloodshot. My make-up in dishevels. My clothes ripped and torn. And bruises pondering almost every single touch of my body. I shivered. The tears splattered, but I was unable to say anything.
I screamed when he reached for my hand. "Don't touch me!" The silence projected after that. I looked around and realized how much had changed about the Café. I hadn't noticed any of this last night; the posters of hardcore thugs, and women…nude. What used to be the counter was now a bar with many drinks behind it. But I did remember one thing. The pole. It was used for pole dancers. They had made me…
I shrieked out in pain. I knew I was freaking the shit-load out of Zane. And he had no idea what to do. And I didn't know what I wanted him to do. The pain…They had had no right to touch me, to do those twisted disturbing disgusting… I spit. I spit hard out onto the floor. Zane's eyes were filled with horror as he just realized what Hell I had been through that night.
Fu…Fuc….Fucking Charlotte's brother and friends had nothing to do with my secret; nothing to do with what she wanted most of all. She had just implied torture, and she was going to get away with it. They all were, because I didn't want my poor precious secret of how I lost my virginity to my best friend's boyfriend.
The police had arrived after hearing multiple complaints about noise from neighbors of the…Café-Bar. They had found me shivering and clutching my bare skin in the back-Office, one I had used to partly-own. They knew I was hurt. But I wouldn't tell them what happened. It was as if my mouth had stopped being able to work. Not an utter word.
Then Zane had found me. He didn't know…exactly. But couldn't he guess? Couldn't he just see? Couldn't he sense my devastation, pain, anxiety, fear, and fright that had took place just a few hours ago?
He wanted to know what happened. I had been raped. I had stopped counting how many times after ten. They had made me dance for them, with the disgusting music flaming in the background, and then…then…the other disgusting stuff that came along with sex. The licking, sucking, moaning, and…fucking.
"Zane…" He seemed shocked I had said his name. I didn't like being aware he was seeing me like this. It was enough to have to go through this but to have your ex-boyfriend be able to look at you this way… "What happened? To this place? I mean, it used to be…"
"Ours." His smile was bitter-sweeted. "Now, its just mine. You know you were always the best thing about me." His sad voice was just making me feel worse and worse.
"But why pole-dancing? Why… Why couldn't you have been here tonight? Why did you have to cheat? Why did you stop paying attention to me? Why did I have to feel so vulnerable, I… I… I…fucked Will."
This was it. He was either going to hate me or still care about me. And I saw his eye's register some shock then returned the most placidness they could get back to.
"Aren't you going to say something?" I shrieked at him. But he just looked down.
"Rikki, its…Its fine. I just…I want to make sure…"
"That I'm okay? You think I'm ever going to be okay?" I fell upon the floor, sobbing to myself, holding myself; wanting to remain untouchable for the rest of eternity.
He lied down next to me. I didn't exactly like that, but I felt too weak; was too done with struggling to fight. I could sense he wanted to kiss me; perhaps on the cheek, or get as possibly as little as holding my hand. He wanted to show me I wasn't alone. But I was. No matter what. I had brought this upon myself.
"They…I think they raped me." Zane didn't look surprised. He looked pained. Like he wanted to kill the sick assholes that had done this to me.
Finally I let him touch me. He gently clasped my hand and held it. That's when I felt it. I wanted him to kiss me. And after that I wanted to fall asleep in his arms. I wanted…to hear him say that he still loved me. But I wouldn't.
"Do you want Cleo, and Bella here?"
"What? No! You can't tell anyone." I whispered harshly. If they found out; they would want to know everything. Their names. Why and How I had gotten to Zane's Club. And more. They would need to know exactly why I had been forced into the act. And that was because I was truthfully a slut who had…had…s…sex with her best friend's boyfriend.
"But you need to sue this guy. He needs to rot in Jail where he belongs. He needs to get his ass killed-"
"STOP!" I sat up again and sobbed into my arms.
"Just don't tell them, okay?" I begged in a harsh whisper. He stared down at his phone with regret. I closed my eyes.
"I just want… I just want to pretend this never happened." I shuddered within myself. I instantly wondered if Charlotte would still want me to do the insane tasks she had laid out for me.
"Where's my phone?" I cried even more. This wasn't right. I was Rikki Chadwick. I never cried in front of anyone; especially not Zane Bennett.
"Its right here." Zane raced to the table where I had been…last night, a lot.
He handed it to me. I turned it on and watched the worry of Will's messages. That made me smile. Then I saw one from Charlotte.
They tld me to compliment U. GR8 JOB. Oh, & Srry about the company. My brother & his friends get soooo horny. But I'm sure you already knew that. ;]
"What the fuck?" Shit, Zane had to be glancing at my text messages. I felt scared. Zane wouldn't be angry at me, would he? What the hell, Rikki? I thought to myself. I am Rikki Chadwick and he is Zane Bennett. He is utterly in love with you and would do anything for you.
"Charlotte was the cause of this? Her brother and… " Zane was at loss for words.
"Zane, we can't sue them. Not only will she tell everyone about Cleo, Bella, Emma and I being mermaids. But she has something on me. Something bad."
"It doesn't matter what it is. If you don't take justice, I will." For a moment, I wanted to smile at Zane's bravery; his wanting to take care of me and make me safe. But it wasn't his battle.
"You can't. This…everything that's happened… Its not your fight." Recognition took place forth on his face. He slowly and gently leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. My insides swooned. How could he still have that effect on me after three years?
"I'll never stop loving you, Rikki." I tried at a sincere smile.
"I know."
We both sat there absorbed into the moment. This moment where both of us were staring at each other like that terrible utter feeling of love. And I realized that maybe I wanted that feeling. For once I wanted to feel someone's love.
After that, I got cleaned up. I realized upon looking at the mirror I looked like the half-dead girl from the Rings movie. If I looked like that and Zane still wanted to be near me and even claimed he still loved me… Just a tiny thought. What had I been missing?
For some strange reason, he had tons of extra T-shirts in his back office. The whole place was a wreck as well. And I realized that was from me. The guy hadn't touched the room. But I didn't want to feel so out=in-the-open, and knowing where the extra key was, I got myself in.
I used this funny T-shirt with yellow stripes and a drawing of some guy smoking and trying to look cool as a dress. God knows why Zane had it. But I had made sure, asking him, that it wasn't Nate's.
It seemed there was a lot more stuff there than I remembered. Like a hair brush, toothpaste, a tooth brush [infected with Zane Bennett's DNA, but I chose to ignore that], and a steaming hot shower. Well I knew that was there. I just never believed it would come in handy.
I would have just about died if Zane had believed I wasn't capable after this traumatic experience to take a shower, and came in with me, but I hated being alone. I hated staring down at my bruises, my privates, and think about what those bastards did to me.
After I was all clean and feeling fresh, I walked into the new Café. It was different as ever, but it was Zane, I supposed. A squelch shuddered inside of me as yet again I glanced at the motorbike posters, and then…then…the strippers.
With a glare at Zane, I became happier though. There he sat with a huge Red-Robin-like cheeseburger with tomatoes, lettuce, and my favorite bacon. I beamed. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now.
I raced over to the burger and dislodged it into my mouth. Zane chuckled.
"How did you know that wasn't for me?" He asked watching me gulp the many ounces of fat down.
"Because you love me." I answered with a giggle, then a gleaming smile.
And he liked that, I could tell. He wanted to see me smile, even at his expense. Even with a huge trust fund, a hardcore Club, and a reputation of hate, Zane was still Zane. But he wasn't. We had both matured. And if we really wanted to; we could have possibly still be in love.
I don't exactly know what the Hell got into me. But after I had completely diminished that burger, I had felt an urge to be reckless. Hell, I don't know why Zane allowed this. But I knew he just wanted me to be happy and perhaps even feel a need to thank him. And perhaps I should have.
But I basically forced him to Open the Café up and invite every single freak he knew [which knowing Zane, is a lot], after he told me he had alerted Cleo about my being here [and forced Nate into buying me some um…personal stuff, aka bra and underwear…since my other ones had been ripped…Oh lordy, I couldn't wait to be embarrassed by that train wreck].
And the party had begun. It was amazing. The fact that this was just a normal night in Zane's life had me questioning what stuff he actually got up to. There were at least eighty people screaming and dancing, otherwise known as partying, as the music blared. Zane had told me that he would not use the hired strippers for that night, but I had argued it into him saying that Nothing should be different.
So. Zane and Rikki. Rikki and Zane. We were moving around through the crowd, dancing, shrieking, drinking. And I was happy.
Until that fat guy shoved his meaty little grubs upon my chest, and tried to get me drunk enough to dance with him.
The night ended with a boom. Zane beat the guy up, and after that politely asked him to never come to the Night Club ever again. That was my Zane.
It was too bad that I had friends that cared about me. I knew from checking the many voicemails and text messages that Cleo, Will, and strangely Emma. [Apparently, Bella still hadn't been found]. They had come to the Nightclub and demanded they be allowed in. I told Zane to tell the Guard he should put them on a waiting list and that we would get back to them tomorrow. And we would.
Zane and I fell asleep on the Pool Table. [Thank God that was still there]. Weirdly I didn't care at all that his arms were planted around me, and that I was lying my head on his chest, hearing the beating of his heart. He felt safe. Safe and lovely. And perfect.
It was the insane screaming's of Cleo, Emma, and Will that woke us up.
Zane and I both shuddered out of our happy dreams, and stared at the window where Emma was screaming some words that might as well have been French. Will looked angry as he always did when seeing Zane. And Cleo…Wait was that hideous girl Cleo? A fake blonde wig was attached to Cleo's skull. Her dark skin, brown eyes, and sweet smile not matching the cheeriness of the wig.
After a look of fear at Zane; he let them in. I was frightened at their grimacing racing to hug me. For a moment I felt completely disgusted to have someone touch me. But I felt the compassion and love they held in my life when I looked in their eyes. They were worried. And they loved me. Even Will.
"Rikki, we heard about what happened." Cleo was crying.
Emma hugged me another time. She was a total mess as well.
"We all agreed that we're going to help you in every single way how. If you'll let us." Emma whispered. She looked sorry that she hadn't been there these last years. And suddenly I forgave her.
Will stared at me long and hard; as if he was trying to work out if he should believe his mind, his heart, or his eyes.
"I just have a question. How is partying at a crazy Nightclub owned by your ex-boyfriend, with a bunch of alcohol and strippers, good treatment for a rape victim?"
Ouch. I realized how much his comment was stinging in the air. He had a point. But even though he was staring at me. I knew he was just angry at Zane. He was always angry at Zane. Will thought he was a complete asshole. But of course, nobody but me knew the real Zane. But the anger of how he had said the words rape victim took hold of me. I wasn't exactly as victim-ish as he made me out to be. I had just been trying to protect our secret. Hate invested inside of me. This was all Will's fault! If he hadn't…
That's when I realized the tears were slipping from my eyes. Yet, again, I was having another traumatic episode.
Zane and Will were now staring at each other with their grouchy faces; good and ready to beat each other up.
"Will, I just…didn't want everyone acting like I was some fragile broken doll. It wasn't Zane's idea. It was mine." This seemed to make Will a bit less ready to pounce.
I chose to project my attention elsewhere. Like why the fuck was Cleo wearing a wig?
"Cleo! What is that ugly yellow thing on your head?" Cleo started laughing for a moment, then turned stoic, like she was full of turmoil.
"Well, actually, um… I guess I'm going to go off the rails for now on. Cause I'm running away today. So are Emma, and Will. So are you…probably. Maybe even Zane, if he decides he can't stand being without you as much as I think he will."
"What is going through your mind, Cleo?" My first thought; She must still be traumatized by the Moon's Effect On Her. But then that was a bit hypocritical.
"We're going to LA, Rikki."
It turned out we were. All five of us. Lewis had sent urgent messages about Bella turning up at his Hotel on his Spring Break in LA. Him and his roommate had been forced to call security to drug her once she apparently went off in a mad dash. She was now resting calmly in their room.
Cleo was officially off the rails as she said. She was going to completely change her features and turn into a [I had talked her out of the blonde-ewness] a girl named Elizabeth with short black hair. She was supposedly the toughest of us all [sarcasm] since she was running away from the Hospital's accusation of her mental illness. [Which she clearly didn't have].
All throughout packing for this huge leave, I got the strange inkling that it was going to be tremendously hard for me to stop Zane and Will whacking their own guts out of each other.
It never occurred to me what we would actually be doing once we got there. Maybe we all just wanted to believe [excluding Emma] that Bella would return to her girly sweet self once she saw us. Damn, were we wrong.
On the plane they were kindly [or not so kindly] going to ask us to turn our phones off. So right before we were about to go on, I checked my phone.
1 NEW MESSAGE. LA, here we come. FROM: Charlotte Watsford.
LA, here we come.
A/N: Wow. This chapter could have been split, but since I have time off school I decided to live a little and also to get down to business. The setting of the story will change a bit. Something very disturbing for some readers [well, Hell, its disturbing for ME to write] is going to happen eventually. I'm happy to say I finally finished the entire outline for this story, and I'm really excited to bring it to your computer screens. IMO: Its very epic. But what's your opinion? Review.
