Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Summer of Corruption ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"She's awake," Rain said with a smile as he hurried to her room to check on her.

She glared at the nurse as she was uncuffed from the bed. The nurse tried to explain that her muscles were having spasms while she was being worked on so she had to be held down. She rubbed her bandaged wrists and looked at her doctor as he came in. "So what's the damage? Stiches? Broken bones? Fractures?"

"No broken bones, but you did have to have numerous stitches over the cuts on your body. Your vaginal area was severely traumatized, so no sex for about six months," he said as he looked at her chart.

"Any way to cut that down by like...six months?"

"No," he said sternly.

"This blows."

"And since your mother is unreachable, you're going to have to stay here for about a month to recover so you can walk."

"No fucking way! Get me a wheelchair now!"

"You can't go home to an empty house, Fiona." He smiled down at her. "Which is why I've already signed the papers. Rain's mother here has offered you their house to stay in." When she glared at Rain he just smiled.

She buried her face in her hands only to wince. They brought out a wheelchair for her, and within a matter of minutes, Rain was helping to wheel her through the hospital while his mom went ahead to prepare their house for her.

"If I have to stay in your house, there are going to be rules."

"Yes, mom has already made a list for you."

"Well make a new one. I buy all the food, groceries included. I pay rent and for all utilities I use."

"You can talk to mom about that, but I can already tell you the answer will be no."

"Then I won't be staying."

"You don't have a choice," he said cheerfully.

"I hate my life."

He stopped and looked down at her. "Why?"

"Stay out of 'me' conversations."

"Okay?"

While in the limo, she was already making calls. She wasn't sure how long she was staying at their place, so she went ahead and sent three months worth of rent money to their landlord. She then called the help at her house and demanded they go shopping and bring some groceries to stock their fridge. After that she called the water and electric company and gave them her card number to pay for the bills while she was staying there.

"You really didn't have to do that," he sighed. Once they got home, he held the door open for her and got her chair out so she could crawl into it.

"Yes I did," she said as she winced while getting in the chair.

Placing a pill on his finger, he offered it to her. "The doctor gave me these to help with the pain."

She grabbed the pill and tossed it in her mouth.

Pushing her inside, his mother was smiling. "I've got your room prepared for her. Her help already brought her clothes and stuff she would need by." He nodded and guided her back to his room. Unfortunately the chair wouldn't fit in the tiny hallway.

Looking down at her, he blushed. "I'm going to have to carry you."

She groaned. This sucked so very much. Looking over her body, he fidgeted before slipping an arm beneath her legs and another to hold her back as he lifted her against him. She hissed and moved close to his chest. He blushed as he felt her press against him. He moved slowly as he started to his room, feeling her head slowly rest against his shoulder. He smelt nice, she thought. She wondered if his pillow smelt the same.

Carrying her to his room, he pulled back the covers on his bed without jostling her and then gently guided her body back onto it before covering her up. Smiling at her, he moved some hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Do you need anything?"

She moved her hands to the end of her hospital gown and started pulling it up. "Something different to wear."

"Oh umm...sure," he said, quickly turning around as she started to get undressed. Going to his closet revealed that in addition to his neatly folded clothes, her clothes were also in there. "What...would you like to wear?"

"Something loose. I have stitched all over me."

Grabbing a dress that seemed loose enough to him, he covered his eyes and walked over to the bed while handing it to her. She smirked as she took the gown off and threw it at his face then took the dress and put it on. His cheeks were blood red as he pulled her gown from his face and began to fold it. "A-are you dressed?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Hesitantly and very slowly he opened his eyes. She shook her head. He was so innocent. Sliding down in the bed, she laid down. "Just call me if you need anything. Your doctor said you should rest up as much as possible."

"Yeah."

"So um...good night. I guess." He smiled as she closed her eyes. Turning off the light in his room, he walked out down the hall to find his mother waiting for him.

"So do you care to explain what you were doing at a rundown bar with your father's gun?"

Fiona woke with pain. She whimpered to herself as the sun beamed on her face. She threw a pillow at the window as if to turn the sun off.

"Please don't break my window," Rain said softly as he entered her room, carrying a tray of food and some pills for her to take. She rolled on the bed and looked at him. Slowly, she forced herself to sit up. "Hey, go easy," he said, sitting the tray on her lap as he moved and put some pillows behind her.

"Don't pamper me. I can do it myself."

"No, actually you can't." After fluffing her pillows, he fidgeted with her pills, trying to open up the bottle with only one hand was bothersome.

She snatched the pills from him and opened them. "Yes, I can."

"Well...maybe you can do some things, but you aren't suppose to."

"You are not my mother or my father," she said and took the pills. "I'll die before I take orders from you...or advice."

"Why? Am I really that bad of a person to take advice from?"

"I don't take advice from anyone," she said. She pushed the eggs around on the plate.

"Okay, but will you at least try not to overdo it? I don't want you dying."

She looked up at him. "I'm not porcelain." She moved over on the bed so he could sit. "Get in trouble yet?"

Sitting down beside her, he shook his head slowly. "I didn't go to school yet. I wanted to make certain you were going to be okay."

"I meant with your mother. I mean, she seems like the type to be a little pissed that you are carrying a gun and seeing naked girls."

"Oh...right," he said as he shifted. "She's pretty upset about the fact that I took dad's gun...and that I shot someone...and the fact that I saw you unclothed; but she also realizes that I did it for a good reason. So I'm only grounded for a month."

"What's grounded?"

"You've...never been grounded before?"

"Obviously not."

"Basically it means no television, going out, or having fun." He grinned at his description. "So basically my life normally!"

"She doesn't like...hit you or anything?"

"No! Mom hasn't spanked me since I was six," he said with a laugh.

"Then it's not much of a punishment."

"It doesn't have to hurt to be a punishment. I upset mom and lost her trust, that's punishment in itself. Hitting someone isn't always the answer. If you keep hitting on someone, eventually they won't feel anything anymore and they'll just snap!"

"And you know this because....?"

He paused, his cheerful expression fading for a second before widening. "I'm just guessing."

"Stop guessing." She looked at her plate again and started eating. "You're going to be late for school. Listen...I'm not there to look after you...so...don't do anything stupid like talk to someone."

"I'm not going to school today," he told her. "I figured I'd stay here and keep you company."

"Sure, whatever."

"Really!? You won't get mad if I stay?"

"This isn't my house."

"No, but for next month or so it might as well be."

"I'm not going to be here a full month. I plan on walking way before then or leaving even if I can't. It's not like this will be my first time in a wheelchair."

"You've been in a wheel chair before?"

"Yeah. Fell down the stairs."

"Oh... Well, until you leave, I'm here to help you, even when you don't want my help."

"Whatever."

"So, I don't have much, but I set some of my books on the nightstand for you to read when you get bored."

"If I need something, I'll send someone to get it," she assured him.

"I can get it for you," he told her. "I want to help. I should have come quicker. I should have realized that guy was bad news."

She laughed. "This is so not the first time he tried to kill me and it won't be the last. I'm sure one day he will actually do it. But really, Rain, it's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal? He tried to kill you, Fiona! That's a big deal to me!"

"You don't know anything about me. Things like this happen a lot to me. It would surprise me more if it didn't." She pushed her finished tray away. "I don't know why you are so worried. I'm not afraid of death and it's my life."

He reached out and took her tray before standing. "It is your life, but just because you're ready to die, doesn't mean that the people who care about you are ready for you to die. Your death would hurt people."

"Not people. Just you."

"Yes...just me."Going to his door, he walked out, leaving his door open so he could hear her as he carried her tray to the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, she sent a text to James. "Maybe next time. Don't die out there."

The only reply was a picture message of Rain's house and two words. "I won't."

She smirked and closed her phone. He wanted her to be afraid. But she wasn't. He wanted to use Rain to get to her, to get under her skin, but it wouldn't matter. Death was nothing but part of living.

"How are you feeling dear?" Rain's mother stood in the doorway, a smile gracing her lips.

She turned her head to his mother. "Fine. Thank you for letting me stay. I won't take up too much room."

"Oh, don't talk like that. You're fine, Fiona. It's just awful what that boy did to you. I'm so sorry."

"It's not that bad."

His mother's eyes widened as she walked into her room. "The police told me. It sounded awful."

"Sounds worse that what it was."

"Well, you are a very brave girl, Fiona." Leaning down, his mother kissed the top of her head. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask Rain or myself."

"Yeah..." she said stiffly and wiped her forehead as if it was covered in wetness.

"Is there a number I can try your parents at? I'm sure if they knew what happened they'd be worried sick."

"No. I already talked to them. They insisted on coming to get me but I told them I was fine and to stay on their vacation. They worry too much."

"Oh, alright dear. Well, I'm glad that they trust us enough to take care of you." Patting her shoulder, she smiled and started for the door. "The next time you talk to them, let them know how blessed they are to have you."

"Um...right."

"Now then, rest up. We'll be right in the living room if you need us."

"I will. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Fiona." With another smile his mother left.

Fiona looked down at her phone. She pressed speed dial one. It rang for a while before someone picked up. "Fiona Dior calling for Mr. or Mrs. Dior." She waited a bit and finally someone picked up. "Dad, I'm glad it's you. Listen, I need some help for a family. Don't...don't tell mom this time ok?"

Rain shifted as he stood in the hallway. He'd been on his way to give her another book when she started calling her parents.

"Dad, I'm not asking for much just get some protection-" She waited a bit before someone else started talking. "Mom... No...it's not like that. I know. I was only in the hospital for a day. No." Suddenly there was screaming on the other line. "Mom! Please! I'm not asking for anything out-" She grew silent. "Yes...I understand...bye..."

He waited a few moments before slowly knocking on the wall as he entered. "Everything okay?"

She snapped her head to him. Closing her phone she set it aside. "Yeah. Parents just freaking over the accident."

"Uh huh...." He set down the new book and glanced at her cell phone. "I...kind of...overheard some of the conversation."

"You shouldn't ease drop."

"I know, but you sounded...sad," he said softly. "And you wanted protection for us?"

She stiffened. "James will come after you and your family, Rain. He'll do it because you are in the way. I could care less about what happens...but if something did happen when I know it was because of me, I would owe you something else. And I seriously hate debt."

Oh. So that was why. She just didn't want to be in debt to them. "It's okay, Fiona. The cops already warned us that there was a chance that he would come after you here. But it's okay. Mom gave me permission to fight," he said with a small nod. "I'll keep us safe."

"Sure you will."

He smiled at her. "I will," he promised. "You don't have to get in trouble with your parents because of us."

"Ha. Breathing gets me in trouble."

"Really? Why?"

"I'm an unwanted heir to a multimillion dollar corporation."

"By unwanted...you don't really mean...unwanted do you?"

"I was an accident. My father was excited and announced it to the world. So my mother couldn’t get an abortion without offending customers. I was born and sent here. Dad's love faded and mom never cared. Hence, unwanted."

"Fiona... I didn't know. I can't believe that any parent wouldn't want their kids. I mean, you're amazing!"

"You are dense... Not everything in this world is rainbows and lollipops. And not everything about me is amazing. I'm self centered and very cold. Can't you tell?" she smirked proudly.

"No," he admitted. "You may act like that, but you're not all that bad, and the parts of you that are bad...aren't...bad...enough I guess. Because I still think you're really great."

"Like I said...you are so very dense."

"Maybe so, but I like being dense. It's better than being depressed and mean all the time."

She patted the spot next to her. "I'm not depressed. I've never been depressed."

He sat down beside her. "Well, I didn't mean you particularly. You're just...pessimistic."

"That's funny. Didn't I call you that once before? Now how am I pessimistic?"

"Talking about how the only way to survive is be mean, and how you don't care about your death. Pessimistic...and morbid."

"That is actually the opposite. I'm not afraid of death because it's going to happen at some point. So I don't dread it. It's just part of life. And as for the mean thing, you will learn when you get out in the real world that if you don't harden yourself, you won't make it far. I never said you had to be mean, just be hard." She smirked. "You have to be able to turn the other cheek when things like people killing you happen. You have to harden your skin or you'll die faster. If I had whined and screamed and cried....most likely I would be dead." She patted his hand. "You're innocents is rather cute. Like a little brother."

His jaw dropped and he looked away. "I don't want to be like a little brother."

"Ok. Want to make out?"

"What!?"

"That's not really a 'what; question. It's more like a 'yes' or 'no' question. Try again."

"Well...I mean...." His cheeks were already burning. "I-if we were to, you wouldn't think of me as a little brother. Right?"

"Possibly. Depends on how good you kiss and what we do after," she smirked.