Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Mistakes ❯ Party time ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sery
Relena hated parties... especially if they were from Treize, but after this one she would've another reason to hate them

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Thriller / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.20.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.7K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress

Past mistakes
Warning: there is a rape at the end, don't read it if you don't want to...
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing
Chapter three Party time
She was peering angrily at her. “Are you going to tell it me or what?” Full of impatience Hilde drummed on the table. She looked Relena straight in the eye again. “Well? I am expecting an answer.”
Relena turned her eyes up to sent her closest friend a reassuring smile. “Come on, Hilde, there's nothing wrong with me. What do I have to tell you?”
“How many times do you have them?”
“What?” Questioning Relena gazed at the dark haired woman. Hilde let out a sigh before she made her demand again.
“How often do you have those - nightmares. How often per week?”
“Hilde…” the blond girl sighed.
“How often,” the other insisted.
Relena sighed again; she admitted finally defeated. “Okay, okay. Uhm…well.” Anxiously Hilde watched her think. “About three or four times a month.” Relena finally answered after long thinking. “But really, it's nothing. They're only dreams - okay, nightmares. So, there is nothing to get worried about,” she tried to convince Hilde.
“No Relena, this is serious. You have had them since… since your mother- ”
Relena looked away. “- since she passed away,” she finished the sentence.
There a fell a long silence. Relena heard the bird chirping outside. She heard her secretary tapping away in her cabin that was adjacent to her own cabin. This wasn't the perfect place to talk about such personal and sensitive things. Not in her office and especially not now. It wasn't the right time. Her wounds hadn't healed yet.
`Why won't Hilde understand? She's after all my childhood friend.'
Though Relena understood why her friend was doing this, why she was trying to help her. Relena knew that this was right. But her heart wouldn't listen. Her nightmares wouldn't disappear. All those memories wouldn't be forgotten. All those small things that touched - tore her heart apart wouldn't vanish. She would be never the same as before. Not that small, innocent 13-years old girl. She would never be like that again.
Nothing would change except for the fact that Hilde would hear again what occupied her mind and her nights.
ONE YEAR AGO
She ran through the hospital. Relena was out of breath when she reached the intensive care. With her shaking legs she approached the two standing outside the room. When Hilde turned her face Relena saw that her eyes were shot red. She had been leaning against the white wall until Relena had appeared around the corned. Hilde had a look on her face that frightened Relena even more than that she already was. No, it couldn't be true. Hilde's eyes were lying. Her face, her features, and her body everything of hers was lying.
Relena swallowed when the turned her gaze on Trowa. The always so relaxed business man looked this time tensed, strained, and nervous. The looks on their faces were telling her the same thing. Relena took a step back from them. They were looking so sorrowful. She retreated another step while she kept holding their gazes. She brought slowly her limb arm up to wipe away the sweat on her forehead.
“No,” she finally whispered when Hilde opened her mouth.
Hilde and Trowa glanced at each other. Relena let her gaze fall on the door of the intensive care for the first time since her arrival. The curtains were drawn; she couldn't see anything.
“I am sorry, Relena,” suddenly Hilde whispered. Full of disbelief in her eyes Relena turned them at her friend. Relena shook violently her head.
“No, no, no! You're lying - you-”
“It's the truth, Relena,” Trowa said. He inhaled deeply and caught her then gently by her shoulders, so she couldn't run away. “Your father, Relena - he's dead.”
Relena leaned back in her chair and stared at the white ceiling. Hilde sat still opposite the desk, watching her blonde friend.
“Relena, I know it has been difficult for you to recover, very difficult. You'd to run your dad's company all alone. You faced at lot of problems. But you handled everything perfectly without any experience. You're a tough girl Relena, but why are you hiding so many things from me?
“I didn't hide anything from you.” Relena said and closed her eyes.
“You did Relena, you did. You didn't tell Trowa anything too. You never told us where you went that night when… Relena, please let it out, tell it us. It will be a burden off your heart. Or… don't you trust me?”
She heard the hurt tone in Hilde's voice. Relena opened her blue eyes and turned them to the woman in the dark blue dress. Her dark hair was laying loose on her shoulders and came till over her armpit. Her dress was sleeveless and low-necked. It had a square cut, a few pleats and it ended just above her knees. Hilde was looking very pretty in the little dress in comparison with herself.
Relena glanced outside the large window at the blue sky. Yet after looking so attractive and pretty Hilde didn't have a boyfriend. She always said that after her first and only heartbreak she didn't want another. Her last boyfriend, who she'd loved so madly had left her for another. That bastard.
Relena never mentioned his name for Hilde. He was still in the same city, though Hilde didn't want to meet him ever again. Relena noticed her thoughts were wondering off. She tried to concentrate at the woman sitting opposite her. Hilde had done so much for her. She didn't want her to keep worrying about her.
Relena leaned forward and grabbed her friend's hand. Surprised Hilde looked up from her lap and stared for a moment at Relena's hand covering her own one. Then she looked up to meet the gaze of her friend. Relena gave her friend a reassuring smile, at least she tried to.
“Hilde, I am absolutely fine. And don't ever talk - no, think that I am hiding something from you or that I don't trust you. And can you stop talking about burden and other things. You know I don't like lectures.”
Hilde smiled softly. “Yes, I know.”
Relena was sure now that she had convinced Hilde and she leaned back in her armchair. Hilde stared somewhere at a point over Relena's shoulder. “It must be difficult to hear those entire lectures so suddenly, isn't it? Especially when they are from your friends.” her friend smiled back showing that she'd finally admitted defeat.
“Yeah, sure it is.” Relena nodded and stared down at her desk when Hilde stared right in her eyes. With a weak smile on her lips the blond continued. “Seventeen years long I never had any lectures and then so suddenly,” Relena swallowed against the lump in her throat; the smile never wavering. “I can't get used to it.” She smirked and cast her eyes up again. “And you… do your parents still lecture you a lot?”
Hilde chuckled. “Of course they do, and a lot more than you can think. Always lecturing: No, not like that, where are your manners, don't be late at night…” Hilde sighed. “It's not always that fun to have parents.”
Hilde could bit her tongue off. What was she just saying now? In addition to reassure Relena, she was hurting her by saying this. Though it didn't look like it had touched her or even that she'd heard her. Hilde saw the girl shuffling through her files. She was only acting…
“Oh Relena, I almost forgot to tell it you.”
Relena looked up from her files she'd been looking in. No, she'd only been staring blankly at them. She hadn't been able to keep her attention to them. Casting her eyes up to the dark haired woman again she saw Hilde's eyes sparkling and wondered what Hilde wanted to tell her now. She was making Relena curious now by just smiling and remaining silent.
“What? You found a new prey?” Relena teased her. `Love' wouldn't have been the right word for Hilde. Hilde shook her head still smiling and staring at her mysteriously.
“Well,” she finally began. “There is tonight a gathering, sort of a party, and… you - are- invited.” Hilde finished her sentence and winked.
With eyes full of disbelief Relena gazed at the woman sitting opposite her desk. Then slowly she leaned back in her armchair. “Oh no” she said in a whisper. “Oh no.”
“O yes,” Hilde smirked, glad Relena's attention wasn't anymore on their conversation they just had.
“Not again… a formal party,' Relena whined. Hilde nodded, still grinning. “When?”
“I just said, tonight.”
Relena shook her head still staring at her friend without breaking eye contact. “Tell me you're lying.”
“No,” Hilde said; her grin grew now even wider. “Just guess who gave this party?”
Relena shook her head again sighing heavily. “I dun wan to guess.” Hilde chuckled.
“Hmm, well… it is… Treize Khushrenada.” Hilde saw Relena's eyes widen for a second, before she silently laid her head on the open files on her desk.
`She's really still a child,' Hilde smiled at her thought. “Come on, it's not that bad to go to his party tonight.” Hilde heard Relena mumbling something. “Now don't say you won't go.”
“I won't,” Relena mumbled with her head down.
Hilde let out a sigh. “Don't behave like a child.” Relena raised her head up from the desk.
“I am not a child. You know I don't like him.” Hilde sighed and the firm press on her lips was enough to ensure that she wouldn't stop until she'd convinced the blond.
“Relena, business is business. Your father told it you too, didn't he? Then do this for him. You can meet a lot of businesspeople there. Show that Treize that you can do better business than him.”
Hilde was sounding very sure, forcing Relena to think. She could go and make contacts in his own party.
“Um, well, OK, but I see no point in it.” Looking up Relena saw the satisfied grin on Hilde's face. “You-” The ringing of the phone on her desk cut her abruptly off. It was Dorothy.
“Your appointment is here,” Dorothy said. Her tone was full with hate. Relena tried to ignore it.
“O yes, send him in in five minutes. He is early. Oh and, who is it?” How stupid could she be to forget whom she was going to meet? Relena glanced at her files. In a shock she suddenly remembered again who it was. Shocked Relena stared at her friend.
`Shit.'
“Mr Winner,” the voice at the other side said before disconnecting.
Silently the blond girl laid the phone back on the receiver. Hilde had picked up a file while Relena had been talking over the phone to her secretary. Relena noted that Hilde's hands were trembling with the file still in her hands. Blankly the dark haired woman stared at it. Her heartbreak wasn't healed yet. Just like her own ones, Relena thought sadly.
“Listen Hilde,” before Relena could make any objections Hilde had laid the file back and was heading for the door. It would do Hilde so much pain to see him again. But it would hurt her the most that he was in her best friend's office. “Hilde, you can go from the back door. You won't have to see him,” Relena tried to suggest.
“No, Relena.”
“What?” Surprised Relena gazed at the back of Hilde's head.
“I dun want him to think I'm weak.”
It was now that Relena realised the other woman wasn't trembling anymore. “Hilde…”
The dark haired woman turned her head to the blond one and smiled at her. “I'll be all right,” with her voice full of confidence and a wink at her best friend, Hilde left Relena's cabin.
Relena just hoped her friend's old wounds wouldn't open again. She gazed at the picture of her dad that was placed on the left side of her desk.
`You've done so much for me, dad. How can I do something back for you?'
She wanted to do so much more… She could make the company better than it already was and teach that Khushrenada shit at lesson. He'd been the one who'd challenged her that she wouldn't be able to take care of the business. Till now she hadn't made any loss and had had good deals, but the profit of his company had still been higher than hers. She would show him what she could do. For sure.
She was drown in her own thoughts when she heard suddenly a knock on her door.
“Come in."
A blond man with bright blue eyes stepped in the room. He'd a broad smile on his face.
`False smile,' she thought hatefully. But business was business. Right? That was why Hilde wasn't angry with her, Relena knew that.
“Please, have a seat,” Relena said politely and gesturing with to the chair opposite of her. He took the offer and sat down in the luxurious chair.
They almost talked for half an hour only about business. But suddenly, Relena hadn't the faintest idea how the topic landed on Hilde.
“She's still so pretty,” he said dreamily. His head was resting in the palm of his hand. He was staring out of the window to the blue sky that was turning grey.
Relena looked up from the papers. She hadn't expected him to say that. At least not to her. He was still staring dreamily out the window. She could imagine that Hilde once loved this man. But he'd deceived her. Left her for another. She felt the anger in her flaring up again.
“You were the one who left.” She answered coldly between her gritted teeth. She saw him gradually narrowing his eyes. The brightness in his eyes that she'd seen when he just mentioned Hilde's name was gone. What she was now seeing in his eyes when he gazed at her were… pain and regrets. She knew she'd to hate him because of what he'd done to Hilde. But she didn't know why she was feeling sorry. Maybe… could it be… that it hadn't been his fault. Maybe he had been forced. Maybe…
“Quatre,” she was surprised by herself when she called him by his first name. He was looking surprised at her too. “Please, tell me about your fiancée… who is she?”
o0o
"Please, dad, help me please... please."
Relena bowed her head to see the tears on her dresser. “I try so hard to forget it, forgot that. Relena bit at her bottom lip until it began to bleed. Raising her head again she grasped the picture of her father from the dresser. “I feel so lonely - without you. Please come back dad, please…” It was a talk she had every evening, every day since…
“Hilde, Trowa… they are all so sweet and so nice to me. But why can't I tell them what's bothering me? Why?” With her tear stained face Relena stared at the snap of her handsome dad. “You always said to me to believe in myself. And never - never hide secrets from you own ones. Then why can't I?” Her question remained just like all the others had been, unanswered.
Relena took a deep breath before she glanced at the clock. Shit, Trowa could be here in five minutes. Looking in the mirror she stared at her face. She was looking awful; everyone could guess she'd been crying. Even a blind one. Trowa mustn't find out she'd been crying. More problems would come by that. Trowa…
Relena put the picture back on the dresser she had been holding for so long. She kept staring at it. A small smile appeared on her features. Thinking back about when she'd told her dad about Trowa and how much she liked him. In their first meeting already her father had approved of him and had made clear he'd no objections for them to marry. He'd loved Trowa. But both the men had known each other from so close so shortly…
Relena stared at her reflection. She'd in a hurry applied the make-up again where her tears had left their paths. The girl in the mirror was now smiling. It was all just a mask towards the world. Even towards the ones she loved. Looking more like a doll, with no emotions, Relena moved away from the mirror towards the window.
She thought she'd heard a car coming this way and stopping. Looking outside she just saw the one she'd been waiting for. Relena smiled and waved at the tall man standing next to his red BMW. No, more leaning against it. Trowa signed her he was coming in the house to take her. Relena smiled and walked back in the room to the couch.
Trowa had exactly known how to deal with her father. How to meet him, talk to him. Everything. A soft smile lit her face. He just knew how to deal with everyone, how to make them love you. Relena turned her eyes to the picture on her dresser placed next to her dad's one. Trowa knew exactly how to win someone's heart. No, more like to steal it. Just like he'd done with her in their first meeting and in their second one too. Relena leaned back in the couch, closed her eyes remembering how they'd met again.
Relena was staring outside at the grey sky from where drops of water were falling. Softly ticking at the glass of her windows. It'd been two weeks ago after the party where she'd met him… And still she hadn't been able to forget him, especially his kiss. Relena closed her eyes, imagining his lips again on hers. So soft, so gentle, so sweet, so -
Her eyes flew open at the sound of footsteps. Relena turned to see Hilde entering her room holding a tray with two hot coffees and biscuits. Her friend smiled putting the tray on the small table placed between the two couches in the centre of the large room.
Hilde immediately started her chatting again.
“You know, Relena,” Hilde took seat in the luxurious couch while Relena walked towards the other one to sit there. Hilde picked up her coffee and handed the other one to Relena. “You won't believe your ears what I'm now going to tell you.”
Relena smiled.
“OK, Hilde, just tell it now and stop making me more curious.”
The blond took a sip of her coffee while Hilde chuckled.
“Actually it's not news to laugh about, but for you it will be good news.” Hilde winked.
Relena shook her head and grabbed a biscuit from the plate. Breaking it in two she gave one of the parts to Hilde. It was her habit to do it. Relena had always given the half biscuit to Hilde. Even when she would drink coffee with her dad. He always smiled then and there always appeared that look in his eyes.
Ok Relena, hold your breath.” Relena rolled her eyes as answer. “You know Stella? Stella Jones? She was Trowa's fiancée.”
`Fine for her and for him,' Relena thought bitterly.
“So what?” she said shrugging her shoulders like she didn't care it was about them.
“Well, I've heard that she died in an accident.”
Relena's head was raised at once. Her eye brows were lowered and her mouth was almost hanging open.
“What!”
Hilde leaned back in her chair. “It's sad, but Stella died in a car accident two days ago. She was a very adorable, pretty girl.” The sad look in Hilde's eyes changed when they met the light blue ones. “Is… isn't that good news for you? I'm really sorry about her, but you've your way free.”
The dark haired girl smiled in satisfaction. Relena was still dumbfounded and had no idea what to say. After a long silence finally Hilde decided to break the silence.
“So, won't you go to Trowa to ash him how he is?”
o0o
“Miss Relena…!” Please come in, please.”
The tall man gestured her to come in after recovering from the surprise to see the blonde standing outside his house. Relena smiled and followed him asking herself why she'd come here.
When they both were standing opposite each other on the benches, Relena saw him open his mouth. On his face was the question clearly readable: why are you here so suddenly? Before he could utter something the words rolled out her mouth.
“I'm sorry.”
Relena bowed her head a little to make her hair locks fall in her eyes, hiding them from this man. She'd no idea for what she'd said sorry. About his fiancée dead or that night when she humiliated him?
Relena felt his eyes on her, but didn't look up. She was regretting for the thousandth time that on her way to Hilde she'd taken the turn to his villa. Without thinking she'd pressed the bell and had been speechless when he finally opened the door himself.
Now her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she was cursing herself why on earth she'd come here. To him. The silence that fell after her words was unbearable. Finally Trowa broke the silence.
“Stella was a nice girl. A great person. But I don't know… I don't feel exactly that what I should feel after losing my fiancée.”
By these surprising words Relena slowly lifted her head a little. Trowa's eyes were focused in a point somewhere at the right of her. It was more like he was talking to himself than to her. Asking himself if it could be right to feel this way.
“I never really loved her. Though, she didn't lack anything. She was pretty, sweet. Actually perfect.”
Trowa sighed finally settling his gaze back on her.
“Do you think it's right I feel this way? I mean, of course I wouldn't want her to die, I never wished it for her, for no one I do. But… it doesn't feel like I lost someone who was very close to me. This is wrong to feel this way. Isn't it, Miss Relena?”
The blonde was staring at him, she knew what she should say, but as always his presence was making her lose her tongue. Especially when he bowed his head, his straight, brown hair covering his both eyes completely, and then suddenly she heard him laugh scornfully. Trowa finally looked up, looking again very serious and his eye brows lowered.
“But why am I discussing this with you?”
He shook his head, amazed over himself that he'd let himself go so far. Suddenly the tall man felt her hand on his.
Relena saw his eyes turn to her up again. The stare of his eyes at her was making her heart skip a beat. She'd no idea why she'd come here. Nor why she trusted him. But she knew at that moment one thing for sure: she loved him and wanted to know everything about him. She wanted to spend her life with him. Maybe it wasn't right for her at such a young age to have these determined plans with someone much older than you.
But she didn't care. Not then.
Relena smiled the most beautiful one she'd ever done, and let the words roll out of her mouth surprising even herself.
“Because I want to be close to you. I love you… Trowa.”
"Shall we go, princess?"
o0o
"Are you going to seduce all the people in the party?” teasingly her fiancé looked at her. Relena for a moment at him.
“Trowa… come on. You mean you don't like this dress?” Relena sighed and stared in the lap of her dress. It was a silk made, white dress that she was wearing with a low back and had two thin straps. The dress had a triangle cut just above her breasts and stopped shortly after her rear. It could be that he was right and she shouldn't have worn this, but she was as always stubborn and didn't admit that she was in a doubt now.
“You are really looking like a princess,” he said with a smile. “The princess of this city - no, of this world,” he winked.
She shook her head in disbelief while watching him smirk. He leaned forward, the smirk on his handsome face not wavering, and pecked softly her pink cheek.
“I only want to be your princess,” she uttered. Trowa grinned at her remark. “Ok, now let's go before we'll be really late.” He stepped out of his vehicle and hurried to open the other door for her.
“Thanks, that's like a real gentleman,” Relena teased him and hooked her arm through his.
“I AM a gentleman, you know that.”
Together they walked towards the entrance of the big hall where the party was taking place. Hilde was already enjoying the party. When she noted that Relena had arrived too, and the dark haired woman caught eye of her, she came immediately to Relena.
“Hey Relena! I was afraid you still wouldn't come. Why are so late?”
The two girls were chatting together or with people in the party, when Relena after a time caught a glimpse of Quatre.
“Uhm, Hilde… you know that… well, HE is here?” Relena tried to read the expressions of the pink dressed woman. Her face weren't showing any emotions, though she'd a hurt look in her eyes.
“I know, I dun care. He can fuck up.” Relena frowned, not knowing what to say.
“Well, actually this morning he said he was regretting about what he'd done. He wants to talk to you, but you are always avoiding him… Ok then I'll tell him you've no interest in him anymore.” Relena turned her face away, but peered at her friend from the corners of her eyes. Hilde was biting on her lower lip, but didn't say anything at first. She stared in the crowd.
“Relena I want to forget him. I don't care if he's regretting. I really don't. I am not going to look back. If you want to, you may tell him this.”
Who was she trying to convince? Herself of Relena? Though the firm press on her lips was enough to make sure she wouldn't change her mind that quick. Relena smiled. Just what she'd thought.
“Hilde, I - ”
“Hey Relena!” Suddenly a voice interrupted the blond.
Relena gazed at the braided man with the broad grin on his face. “Duo Maxwell! What a surprise to see you here,” Relena smiled.
She wasn't in this party to make enemies. So she'd do her best.
“Same here.” Duo caught eye of the dark haired woman standing next to Relena. “Who's this beauty here?” For the first time the blonde noticed that he sounded quite drunk.
“Uhm, this is my friend Hilde and - ”
“Let me introduce me myself,” Duo interrupted and straightened his shoulders even more than they were already.
Hilde was looking quite impressed of the braided man in the black suit. Relena hadn't first seen through, but now she realised Hilde was actually flirting with Duo. Feeling a bit awkward now, Relena decided to stand at a distance from the two, leaving them alone for a while.
Relena watched them with a small knit between her eye brows. It'd been a year or two since Quatre had left her friend. Since then Hilde had never tried to get off with someone. Relena felt surprised with the sudden change of the heart broken girl. Suddenly it got through her mind why Hilde was doing this.
If it was true. If it could be true…
Her eyes wandered in the bright lighted hall searchingly over the people's faces. Looking for the one. Her lips curled up when she found the one her eyes had been searching for.
Quatre was standing near the bar with a glass whisky in his hand. He gulped the drink down and at once he took another glass. His eyes where shooting fire in the direction of… Relena turned her eyes at where Quatre was glancing. In the direction of Hilde and Duo.
So this was what Hilde had been up to. This was all just to make him jealous.
Relena smirked at her friend though Hilde wasn't looking at her. She was laughing loudly with Duo and patted him sometimes on his shoulders. It looked like the braided man was enjoying her company too.
Seeing the two Relena realised she'd been standing alone all the time and her partner wasn't here with her.
`Where could Trowa be? It looks like he just disappeared when I was talking with Hilde.'
Relena glanced round in the room when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a heavy hand. It could never be of a woman and nor of Trowa's. The blonde turned around to see who was behind her. She was horrified when she found out who it was. He was just not the company she had been waiting for.
The tall man with the brown hair and light blue eyes was smiling. No smirking, grinning. Meanly…
“Miss Relena, I'd invited you but not expected you to come here at my party. Though I am very happy so see you here. It made the room brighten even more.”
`I shouldn't have come, you know.'
“Did you say something, Miss Relena?”
`Damn you.'
“O, no no Mr Khushrenada,” Relena managed finally to say between her gritted teeth. “You had invited me so kindly, why wouldn't I come?” She shivered when his eyes glided over her body.
“You're looking very pretty,” he mumbled.
`And you're looking tooooooo drunk. Over-drunk.' Relena thought hatefully and glanced at her right. She'd never liked him, or her father.
“Why won't you have a drink,” he offered her. Suddenly she saw he was holding a glass in his large hand towards her.
“No, no, thank you. I've already had one,” she lied, reclining his offer.
“Only one? I insist on two.”
`I wish I could kill you right here.'
She felt quite dizzy when she'd gulped the drink down. She was wobbling on her legs. If Treize wouldn't have helped her, she would have fallen for sure. With one arm around her small waist he brought the other to his mouth to gulp his drink quickly down.
“You are not feeling well, Relena. Let me take you to my room. I'll give you a glass water. You'll feel much better.”
Relena tried to struggle free out of his arms. But he was holding her firmly at her waist and she was feeling to dizzy and thirsty.
He led her out of the room, towards the flight of stairs that went upstairs, to his room. He was very close to her and she was surrounded by his sent. She smelled it in even not wanting it.
`He smells awful… What am I doing here?'
But it was already too late to realise where she was. Her head was hammering dangerously, making it unable for her to think clearly. Treize made her sit on his king size bed and hurried to lock the door. Relena noticed finally what he was doing and stood up at once only to wobble on her legs again. She pressed her fingers against her temples because of the sudden moment her head had been aching even more. Ignoring the pain she began to yell at him.
“Treize! What the hell do you think you're doing!” He smirked only slyly, moving towards her.
Shit, shit, shit. There had been something in that drink. He kept approaching her. Treize took out his brown coat and began to unbutton his shirt.
“You know Relena how long I've been yearning for this. For the first time I saw you - ”
“Stop this shit talk and let me out of here!” she cried.
She was feeling afraid of him now, she could do nothing to defend herself in this stage. Relena saw with horror the lust in his eyes and felt her legs tremble again. She couldn't think anymore. That damn drink.
Meanwhile he'd unbuttoned his white shirt, took it out and threw it at the floor exposing his bare chest to her. He stood for the defendless girl and made her drop on his bed before she could make any other move. Her brains really weren't working anymore.
"Please... don't..." she whispered but wasn't able to say anything more than that.
Her heart was pounding dangerously in her throat and she couldn't breathe anymore when he loosened his trousers
"Don't I have more muscles than Trowa? Hmm?" he smirked and parted her trembling legs.
She tried to move away from him, but he was holding her tightly at her legs and took off her panties.
"Treize!" she cried. "Please, stop."
"Come on Relena, it's not that bad. I promise I'll make you enjoy it."
"Fuck you!" she yelled when he touched the inner part of her thigh that was very close to her crotch. Again Relena tried helplessly to get away from his hands, from him.
"Relena," he threatened. He was panting heavily. "I wish I could've done it in another way." He grabbed at her legs and pulled her down again this time kneeling on the bed between her legs. "But you've left me no other choice," he peered angrily at her.
Treize held her hands hostage with one hand while with the other he opened his trousers. In horror Relena stared at him. Noting her eyes on his face he grinned. Treize kept tugging impatiently at the wrist of her right hand until he made it touch his manly organ. Feeling his swollen arousal Relena cried it out and begged him again helplessly to let her go. But of course it was of no use.
The man with sweat covering his face positioned his body between her trembling legs.
She fought him again, though it wouldn't help her, he would torture her even more.
Relena felt how the tears kept running down her temples. This would be it then...
'Father... Trowa...'