Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Summer of Corruption ❯ Chapter Fourteen ( Chapter 14 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 164 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 164 | Status: Completed
"Dad, please...."
"If I have any reason to go down, I will," he promised his son. Going to the door, he twisted the handle only to find that it was locked. With a frown, he stepped aside. His wife slid down in front of him and took out her hairpin and began to unlock the door.
"Mother...it's such a large step..." Fiona whispered.
"You aren't grateful?" Her mother's eyes hardened. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to find someone that would marry you? After the scandal with the mayor's son everyone knew you would spread your legs for anyone!" Fiona turned away. "Look at me when I'm speaking!" her mother screamed and grabbed her jaw harshly. Fiona's eyes met hers but she didn't flinch. It earned her a back hand across her face. She flew back and landed on a table, crashing over a lamp and cutting up her back and shoulder. "You amaze me sometimes." She walked over to her daughter as Fiona struggled to stand. "Not one tear. Not one scream. You are just like me. Hard as stone. Clean yourself up before your guests arrive and send a thank you to your father for finding you someone who isn't afraid of damaged goods."
"Yes mother..."
Fiona watched as her mother walked out and slammed the front door. Seconds later she could hear the car drive off.
"Fiona..." His mother came downstairs and gently hugged her to her as she examined her body for wounds. "Are you okay? That woman...." She shook her head, anger flaring in her eyes. "I'll have her head for this."
Fiona pulled from her. "Excuse me while I clean up," she said and started upstairs.
"Fiona, what did your mother want this time?"He asked as he moved with her up the stairs to her room.
Fiona slid her dress off and pulled her hair up. Going to the shower she ran water of her back to get glass out. "I've been arranged to get married in two years."
"W-what? To who? Why?" He followed her as far as the bathroom, stopping when she started to get undressed.
"Some man's son. My father is merging and I'm part of the deal," she said. "Can you go downstairs and seat your family at the table? I'll only be a second."
"No, I'll stay here with you. Mom is really pissed and dad is trying to calm her down."
She stepped out of the shower then slid some panties on. "Then make yourself useful and bandage my back before the blood starts dripping."
"Oh...uh...sure," he said. Blushing he walked into the bathroom, his eyes fixated on her panties before moving up to the wounds on her back. They were awful. Taking some bandages he began to doctor her wounds for her.
While he did that, she did as her mother said and pulled her hair up neatly. After he was done, she went to her closet and pulled out a more conservative dress and slipped it on. "Alright. Let's have dinner."
"Fiona...you know that you don't have to do what your mother says. You don't have to marry this guy."
"Yes I do," she said. Leaving it at that she walked out and went back down stairs. She glanced at the maids as they cleaned the glass and broken table.
"I see that it is never a dull moment at your home," his father said, trying to lighten the mood as they prepared to finally eat their meal. Though he was smiling, it was clear that he was just as disturbed by this as the rest of his family. He wouldn't let this happen. Not if he could do anything. He'd promised his son, and he was going to look into this just as soon as he could.
"I've very clumsy," she smiled. "Please sit and start eating. I'll be just a moment. I have to check to make sure the cook made the right desert." She walked out and into the kitchen. "Ice," she said to the cook and he hurried to her with an ice pack. She pressed it to her face. "Man. I know where I get my strength from. At least she didn't break the skin this time."
"Dad..." Rain nodded to the kitchen, and his father stood.
"Forgive me, Fiona," he said as he entered the kitchen area. "I do not wish to ruin your evening, but Rain has told me that I should look into this. Your family affairs are your own, and I do not mean to pry, please forgive me if I'm offending you. However, that being said, if you want to...I don't know...come live with my family. I would be more than happen to arrange that for you. I still have a few friends in high places."
She turned to him and put the ice pack in the sick then wiped the water from her face. "No offense, but right now...your family is struggling. And even if I ran, they would only find me. I can take care of my own problems. Please, stay out of it."
"If that your wish, Fiona," he said with a curt now. "But my wife and son already consider you a part of the family. We might be going through a rough time right now, but I have faith that we'll come through it. When we do, I can make certain that you are free from them, for good."
She moved past him and paused at the door. "I let you and your family into my home. I let you sleep in my beds and eat my food. The least you could do is keep your nose out of my business." She then continued to the dinning room and took a seat.
"Fair enough." He'd seen that look in people's eyes before. It was a hard look which was only made harder over time. The body and heart can only take so much before eventually it withers away into nothing more than a hardened shell of what it once was. She was nothing but living stone. However, more often than not, something that will not bend gets shattered and broken.
Dinner was quiet. No one knew what to say to Fiona and she was just grateful they didn't bring it up. Once dinner was over, his mother and father thanked Fiona again before disappearing to his mother's room. Rain stood at the door of his room, uncertain as to what he should do or say. Why wouldn't she just let them help her? They could do something. He knew they could.
Fiona pulled down her hair after shutting her door. She took her dress and heels off then grabbed a night gown. A maid changed her bandages before she dressed in her nightgown then she crawled in bed, turning off the lights and laying on her stomach.
Rain stripped and laid down in is bed. This wasn't at all how he'd imagined her birthday to be. This wasn't what he expected seeing his dad would be like. Now instead of thinking of spending time with him and being happy with Fiona, he was thinking about her mother and the fact that she was getting married. What did that mean for them?
Later, like always, his door crept open. For the first time in years, Fiona had cried about her mother's punishment. She felt she was going soft. And coming to his room was proving it. At least she had washed her face before slipping in his bed and laying on his chest. He blushed as she laid on his bare chest. He'd never slept with her without his shirt on, but tonight he wasn't thinking properly so he didn't bother in even putting on his night clothes. Slowly an arm wrapped around her, careful of her wounds as he held her close. She yawned on him and nuzzled his neck as she slipped to sleep.
Kissing her cheeks, he let her nuzzle him while he let sleep take over him. "Fiona I-" He bit his lip. He couldn't say it. She wouldn't want him to say it. She would just brush it off and forget about it.
In the morning, Fiona woke before him. She kissed his lips lightly, brushing his hair then slipped off him and went to the door. Smiling at his sleeping form, she slipped out to head to her room before being seen.
Fiona wasn't the only one sneaking out. His father was silently leaving his wife's bedroom as he fixed his jacket. "Oh! Good morning Fiona," he said quietly as to not disturb his wife.
Fiona jumped. "Holy shit...give me a heart attack why don't you?"
He grinned at her exasperated tone. "My apologies, but I'm accustomed to getting up early for business."
"Yeah...I'm accustom to sneaking out after a night with a guy. Breakfast?"
"That's quite alright. I won't be able to stay, but thank you for the offer."
"Oh, you're staying. You're car is locked up."
He chuckled at that. "I'm afraid I can't."
"Well you have to. At least long enough to say goodbye to your family. You owe them that much."
"I've found that more often than not it's easier not to say goodbye," he told her. "They know that as soon as I can I will be spending every moment with them; but now simply is not that time."
"I would kill for a goodbye from my father, so you are staying to say goodbye."
"I see," he smirked. "Very well, Ms. Fiona. I shall say goodbye them."
"I'll have the cook start breakfast," she said and walked down stairs.
"Fiona, just what is my son to you?" he asked suddenly.
She stopped on the stairs but didn't turn to him. "I was sure I asked you to stay out of my private life."
"I am not prying in your private life, I am prying into my son's."
"Then why don't you ask him?”
"Because I already know what he feels for you. I see it when he looks at you and says your name."
"Then that's all you need to know," she said and continued down the stairs.
No, it wasn't, but he was fairly certain that he already had his answer. It wasn't long before his wife and son joined them at the breakfast table. After another silent meal, he proceeded to tell his family goodbye, hugging and telling them he loved them. Fiona stood to the side, now wearing Rain's house coat which she stole right off his back.
"Bye dad," Rain whispered. "How much longer do you think it will be?"
"Not long," he promised. "Not long at all. Weeks, maybe. Then everything will return to normal. I told you son, as long as people tell the truth everything will work out. Remember, good men with power that do nothing, are as guilty as those who do wrong."
His son nodded and he stepped back as his mom hugged him and kissed him. "Hurry and finish," she whispered.
"I will."
Fiona left them alone and went upstairs with her coffee.
After his father left, Rain snuck into Fiona's room, giving her a warm smile as he sat on her bed. "Dad's gone, but hopefully soon he'll back. Once everything is fixed things will get better." She nodded as she dressed. His eyes drifted to the ground, but slowly slid back up as he stared at her backside while she changed.
She looked over her shoulder at him. "You don't have to be so shy. You can look all you want," she said as she dressed.
"I know, but...." Fisting her sheets, he stared back at her. "Fiona, if you're really getting married to this guy...what does that mean for us?"
"It means that one day this will be over. You didn't think it would last forever, did you? Nothing lasts forever, Rain."
"I know. I wasn't foolish enough to think that we would always be together, but I had hoped."
"Hope is just a feeling. It can be overcome." She turned to him after she dressed. "Someday you'll find a girl you'll spend the rest of your life with. And you'll forget all about this. You'll be very happy."
"But I'm very happy with you! And I don't want to forget all about this. I don't want to forget the way I feel when you tease me, or when you touch me. I don't want to forget about the way I feel when you kiss my cheeks, or when you crawl in bed with me, or those rare moments when you smile at me and seem so happy. I want to remember that forever."
Slowly, she placed her hand on his cheek. "We are young. One day you'll look back and think this is all puppy love and foolish. You'll bounce back."
"And what about you, Fiona? Isn't there something about this that you want to remember forever?"
Her hand came up and cupped his face. "Your face. Your laugh. Your smile. The way you touch my skin with your finger tips as if you are afraid I'll turn you away. The way you kiss my forehead before we go to sleep or the look on your face when you are at the highest point of pleasure. And I'll think of all of that when I listen to the music box."
A smile crept along his lips as he heard this. "Fiona...if you're already forced to marry someone...couldn't that someone be me?"
She dropped her hands. "We've only been together for four months, Rain. How can you possibly know you want to spend your life with me?"
"You'll think it's silly," he said softly.
"I already think this is silly."
With a small sigh he got up. "Yeah. You're probably right." She stood and patted his face. "Fiona, I know I'm silly, but I do think I could make you happy. I know you make me happy. That's more than most people ever really have," he whispered before leaving her room.
"Happy..." She shook her head and looked at the music box by her bed. "It's just an emotion."
"Mom, can I borrow the car?"
"Why dear?"
"I just...need some time to think," he whispered.
With a sad smile, his mother handed him the keys. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him so torn up inside. What had happened between him and Fiona?
Fiona went to her closet and looked at the top. Pulling out a video camera, she took a deep breath and walked out of the room. She went to the back of the house and set up the camera to face the piano. She looked into it and took a deep breath again. "I'm...not really good at this...but...I want you to know. Even if I can't say it to your face...I want you to know. So I'll say it here...and give this to you on your birthday. Happy birthday, Rain..."
For an hour, she was in that room, talking then playing a piano revise of MGMT's "Kids." When she was done, she took the camera back to her room, took the DVD out and wrapped it then put it in the top of her closet.
He closed his eyes as he sat at the stoplight. The music blaring in the car did little to soothe his irritation and frustration. Why couldn't he be like the other guys his age? Why couldn't he be with a girl and not care? The simple fact was, he did care. He cared about her a lot. More than she wanted, and more than he could honestly bare. Closing his eyes, he lightly banged his head against the wheel. "I'm such an idiot," he whispered. The passenger door opened and something hard was pressed to his ribs.
"Yeah, you are."
Fiona looked at Rain's mother. She was pacing. "You still haven't heard from him?" she could tell his mother was worried sick. It was almost dinner time.
"No," she said as she looked at her. "This isn't like Rain. He said he was going to a drive to...well, think. But that was hours ago. He would have called."
She nodded and grabbed her coat. "I'll go search for him. You stay here in case he shows then call me if he does." She walked out and took her car instead of the limo.
"Be safe!" His mother said quickly after she left.
Fiona drove down the streets and looked for his car. After a while, she suddenly got the feeling to check her old dance studio. It was another place she and James use to fool around at. And usually he would go missing for hours, not picking up his phone or texting and she would always find him there...naked and waiting. Pulling into the parking lot, she saw Rain's mother's car. Groaning, she got out of the car and went to the back of the studio. She climbed up a tree and slipped into a broken window on the second floor. Taking the stairs down to the first, she stood at the bottom. "Ok, I'm here. What do you want?"
"It's about time you got here," James said as he took a puff of his cigarette.
"Pass that over. I haven't had one in months." James smirked and stood, walking over to her, he passed the cigarette to her. She took a long drag and moaned. Blowing smoke from her lips she looked at the old mirrors in the studio. "So, he alive?"
"Nope."
She nodded. Taking another drag she threw it on the ground and put it out. "What do you want?"
"You. Your life. Everything," he said casually.
"You can have my life. But you can't have me," she said. "Got another cigarette?"
He pulled out another and handed it to her. "Why can't I have you?"
"Because, you want me so badly."
"Of course I do. You're mine, and thanks to you every cop is out looking for me."
"You can't have me, James. Not ever. You can take me, kill me. But I'll never be yours. You're just not good enough for me," she said as she lit the cigarette and started smoking it. "God I miss these."
"Why'd you stop smoking?" he asked, pulling out a bloody knife and wiping it on his jeans.
She shrugged. "Bad habit I suppose. Needed a change."
"You never cared about change or bad habits."
"That's the glory of it. You never understood one thing about me," she said. "That's probably why you sucked so bad in bed and why you couldn’t make me cum."
"No one can make you cum. That's a fact."
"He did...every single time."
"What!? Bull shit," he snapped.
"His first time touching me, I came so hard that I shook against him."
"If I have any reason to go down, I will," he promised his son. Going to the door, he twisted the handle only to find that it was locked. With a frown, he stepped aside. His wife slid down in front of him and took out her hairpin and began to unlock the door.
"Mother...it's such a large step..." Fiona whispered.
"You aren't grateful?" Her mother's eyes hardened. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to find someone that would marry you? After the scandal with the mayor's son everyone knew you would spread your legs for anyone!" Fiona turned away. "Look at me when I'm speaking!" her mother screamed and grabbed her jaw harshly. Fiona's eyes met hers but she didn't flinch. It earned her a back hand across her face. She flew back and landed on a table, crashing over a lamp and cutting up her back and shoulder. "You amaze me sometimes." She walked over to her daughter as Fiona struggled to stand. "Not one tear. Not one scream. You are just like me. Hard as stone. Clean yourself up before your guests arrive and send a thank you to your father for finding you someone who isn't afraid of damaged goods."
"Yes mother..."
Fiona watched as her mother walked out and slammed the front door. Seconds later she could hear the car drive off.
"Fiona..." His mother came downstairs and gently hugged her to her as she examined her body for wounds. "Are you okay? That woman...." She shook her head, anger flaring in her eyes. "I'll have her head for this."
Fiona pulled from her. "Excuse me while I clean up," she said and started upstairs.
"Fiona, what did your mother want this time?"He asked as he moved with her up the stairs to her room.
Fiona slid her dress off and pulled her hair up. Going to the shower she ran water of her back to get glass out. "I've been arranged to get married in two years."
"W-what? To who? Why?" He followed her as far as the bathroom, stopping when she started to get undressed.
"Some man's son. My father is merging and I'm part of the deal," she said. "Can you go downstairs and seat your family at the table? I'll only be a second."
"No, I'll stay here with you. Mom is really pissed and dad is trying to calm her down."
She stepped out of the shower then slid some panties on. "Then make yourself useful and bandage my back before the blood starts dripping."
"Oh...uh...sure," he said. Blushing he walked into the bathroom, his eyes fixated on her panties before moving up to the wounds on her back. They were awful. Taking some bandages he began to doctor her wounds for her.
While he did that, she did as her mother said and pulled her hair up neatly. After he was done, she went to her closet and pulled out a more conservative dress and slipped it on. "Alright. Let's have dinner."
"Fiona...you know that you don't have to do what your mother says. You don't have to marry this guy."
"Yes I do," she said. Leaving it at that she walked out and went back down stairs. She glanced at the maids as they cleaned the glass and broken table.
"I see that it is never a dull moment at your home," his father said, trying to lighten the mood as they prepared to finally eat their meal. Though he was smiling, it was clear that he was just as disturbed by this as the rest of his family. He wouldn't let this happen. Not if he could do anything. He'd promised his son, and he was going to look into this just as soon as he could.
"I've very clumsy," she smiled. "Please sit and start eating. I'll be just a moment. I have to check to make sure the cook made the right desert." She walked out and into the kitchen. "Ice," she said to the cook and he hurried to her with an ice pack. She pressed it to her face. "Man. I know where I get my strength from. At least she didn't break the skin this time."
"Dad..." Rain nodded to the kitchen, and his father stood.
"Forgive me, Fiona," he said as he entered the kitchen area. "I do not wish to ruin your evening, but Rain has told me that I should look into this. Your family affairs are your own, and I do not mean to pry, please forgive me if I'm offending you. However, that being said, if you want to...I don't know...come live with my family. I would be more than happen to arrange that for you. I still have a few friends in high places."
She turned to him and put the ice pack in the sick then wiped the water from her face. "No offense, but right now...your family is struggling. And even if I ran, they would only find me. I can take care of my own problems. Please, stay out of it."
"If that your wish, Fiona," he said with a curt now. "But my wife and son already consider you a part of the family. We might be going through a rough time right now, but I have faith that we'll come through it. When we do, I can make certain that you are free from them, for good."
She moved past him and paused at the door. "I let you and your family into my home. I let you sleep in my beds and eat my food. The least you could do is keep your nose out of my business." She then continued to the dinning room and took a seat.
"Fair enough." He'd seen that look in people's eyes before. It was a hard look which was only made harder over time. The body and heart can only take so much before eventually it withers away into nothing more than a hardened shell of what it once was. She was nothing but living stone. However, more often than not, something that will not bend gets shattered and broken.
Dinner was quiet. No one knew what to say to Fiona and she was just grateful they didn't bring it up. Once dinner was over, his mother and father thanked Fiona again before disappearing to his mother's room. Rain stood at the door of his room, uncertain as to what he should do or say. Why wouldn't she just let them help her? They could do something. He knew they could.
Fiona pulled down her hair after shutting her door. She took her dress and heels off then grabbed a night gown. A maid changed her bandages before she dressed in her nightgown then she crawled in bed, turning off the lights and laying on her stomach.
Rain stripped and laid down in is bed. This wasn't at all how he'd imagined her birthday to be. This wasn't what he expected seeing his dad would be like. Now instead of thinking of spending time with him and being happy with Fiona, he was thinking about her mother and the fact that she was getting married. What did that mean for them?
Later, like always, his door crept open. For the first time in years, Fiona had cried about her mother's punishment. She felt she was going soft. And coming to his room was proving it. At least she had washed her face before slipping in his bed and laying on his chest. He blushed as she laid on his bare chest. He'd never slept with her without his shirt on, but tonight he wasn't thinking properly so he didn't bother in even putting on his night clothes. Slowly an arm wrapped around her, careful of her wounds as he held her close. She yawned on him and nuzzled his neck as she slipped to sleep.
Kissing her cheeks, he let her nuzzle him while he let sleep take over him. "Fiona I-" He bit his lip. He couldn't say it. She wouldn't want him to say it. She would just brush it off and forget about it.
In the morning, Fiona woke before him. She kissed his lips lightly, brushing his hair then slipped off him and went to the door. Smiling at his sleeping form, she slipped out to head to her room before being seen.
Fiona wasn't the only one sneaking out. His father was silently leaving his wife's bedroom as he fixed his jacket. "Oh! Good morning Fiona," he said quietly as to not disturb his wife.
Fiona jumped. "Holy shit...give me a heart attack why don't you?"
He grinned at her exasperated tone. "My apologies, but I'm accustomed to getting up early for business."
"Yeah...I'm accustom to sneaking out after a night with a guy. Breakfast?"
"That's quite alright. I won't be able to stay, but thank you for the offer."
"Oh, you're staying. You're car is locked up."
He chuckled at that. "I'm afraid I can't."
"Well you have to. At least long enough to say goodbye to your family. You owe them that much."
"I've found that more often than not it's easier not to say goodbye," he told her. "They know that as soon as I can I will be spending every moment with them; but now simply is not that time."
"I would kill for a goodbye from my father, so you are staying to say goodbye."
"I see," he smirked. "Very well, Ms. Fiona. I shall say goodbye them."
"I'll have the cook start breakfast," she said and walked down stairs.
"Fiona, just what is my son to you?" he asked suddenly.
She stopped on the stairs but didn't turn to him. "I was sure I asked you to stay out of my private life."
"I am not prying in your private life, I am prying into my son's."
"Then why don't you ask him?”
"Because I already know what he feels for you. I see it when he looks at you and says your name."
"Then that's all you need to know," she said and continued down the stairs.
No, it wasn't, but he was fairly certain that he already had his answer. It wasn't long before his wife and son joined them at the breakfast table. After another silent meal, he proceeded to tell his family goodbye, hugging and telling them he loved them. Fiona stood to the side, now wearing Rain's house coat which she stole right off his back.
"Bye dad," Rain whispered. "How much longer do you think it will be?"
"Not long," he promised. "Not long at all. Weeks, maybe. Then everything will return to normal. I told you son, as long as people tell the truth everything will work out. Remember, good men with power that do nothing, are as guilty as those who do wrong."
His son nodded and he stepped back as his mom hugged him and kissed him. "Hurry and finish," she whispered.
"I will."
Fiona left them alone and went upstairs with her coffee.
After his father left, Rain snuck into Fiona's room, giving her a warm smile as he sat on her bed. "Dad's gone, but hopefully soon he'll back. Once everything is fixed things will get better." She nodded as she dressed. His eyes drifted to the ground, but slowly slid back up as he stared at her backside while she changed.
She looked over her shoulder at him. "You don't have to be so shy. You can look all you want," she said as she dressed.
"I know, but...." Fisting her sheets, he stared back at her. "Fiona, if you're really getting married to this guy...what does that mean for us?"
"It means that one day this will be over. You didn't think it would last forever, did you? Nothing lasts forever, Rain."
"I know. I wasn't foolish enough to think that we would always be together, but I had hoped."
"Hope is just a feeling. It can be overcome." She turned to him after she dressed. "Someday you'll find a girl you'll spend the rest of your life with. And you'll forget all about this. You'll be very happy."
"But I'm very happy with you! And I don't want to forget all about this. I don't want to forget the way I feel when you tease me, or when you touch me. I don't want to forget about the way I feel when you kiss my cheeks, or when you crawl in bed with me, or those rare moments when you smile at me and seem so happy. I want to remember that forever."
Slowly, she placed her hand on his cheek. "We are young. One day you'll look back and think this is all puppy love and foolish. You'll bounce back."
"And what about you, Fiona? Isn't there something about this that you want to remember forever?"
Her hand came up and cupped his face. "Your face. Your laugh. Your smile. The way you touch my skin with your finger tips as if you are afraid I'll turn you away. The way you kiss my forehead before we go to sleep or the look on your face when you are at the highest point of pleasure. And I'll think of all of that when I listen to the music box."
A smile crept along his lips as he heard this. "Fiona...if you're already forced to marry someone...couldn't that someone be me?"
She dropped her hands. "We've only been together for four months, Rain. How can you possibly know you want to spend your life with me?"
"You'll think it's silly," he said softly.
"I already think this is silly."
With a small sigh he got up. "Yeah. You're probably right." She stood and patted his face. "Fiona, I know I'm silly, but I do think I could make you happy. I know you make me happy. That's more than most people ever really have," he whispered before leaving her room.
"Happy..." She shook her head and looked at the music box by her bed. "It's just an emotion."
"Mom, can I borrow the car?"
"Why dear?"
"I just...need some time to think," he whispered.
With a sad smile, his mother handed him the keys. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him so torn up inside. What had happened between him and Fiona?
Fiona went to her closet and looked at the top. Pulling out a video camera, she took a deep breath and walked out of the room. She went to the back of the house and set up the camera to face the piano. She looked into it and took a deep breath again. "I'm...not really good at this...but...I want you to know. Even if I can't say it to your face...I want you to know. So I'll say it here...and give this to you on your birthday. Happy birthday, Rain..."
For an hour, she was in that room, talking then playing a piano revise of MGMT's "Kids." When she was done, she took the camera back to her room, took the DVD out and wrapped it then put it in the top of her closet.
He closed his eyes as he sat at the stoplight. The music blaring in the car did little to soothe his irritation and frustration. Why couldn't he be like the other guys his age? Why couldn't he be with a girl and not care? The simple fact was, he did care. He cared about her a lot. More than she wanted, and more than he could honestly bare. Closing his eyes, he lightly banged his head against the wheel. "I'm such an idiot," he whispered. The passenger door opened and something hard was pressed to his ribs.
"Yeah, you are."
Fiona looked at Rain's mother. She was pacing. "You still haven't heard from him?" she could tell his mother was worried sick. It was almost dinner time.
"No," she said as she looked at her. "This isn't like Rain. He said he was going to a drive to...well, think. But that was hours ago. He would have called."
She nodded and grabbed her coat. "I'll go search for him. You stay here in case he shows then call me if he does." She walked out and took her car instead of the limo.
"Be safe!" His mother said quickly after she left.
Fiona drove down the streets and looked for his car. After a while, she suddenly got the feeling to check her old dance studio. It was another place she and James use to fool around at. And usually he would go missing for hours, not picking up his phone or texting and she would always find him there...naked and waiting. Pulling into the parking lot, she saw Rain's mother's car. Groaning, she got out of the car and went to the back of the studio. She climbed up a tree and slipped into a broken window on the second floor. Taking the stairs down to the first, she stood at the bottom. "Ok, I'm here. What do you want?"
"It's about time you got here," James said as he took a puff of his cigarette.
"Pass that over. I haven't had one in months." James smirked and stood, walking over to her, he passed the cigarette to her. She took a long drag and moaned. Blowing smoke from her lips she looked at the old mirrors in the studio. "So, he alive?"
"Nope."
She nodded. Taking another drag she threw it on the ground and put it out. "What do you want?"
"You. Your life. Everything," he said casually.
"You can have my life. But you can't have me," she said. "Got another cigarette?"
He pulled out another and handed it to her. "Why can't I have you?"
"Because, you want me so badly."
"Of course I do. You're mine, and thanks to you every cop is out looking for me."
"You can't have me, James. Not ever. You can take me, kill me. But I'll never be yours. You're just not good enough for me," she said as she lit the cigarette and started smoking it. "God I miss these."
"Why'd you stop smoking?" he asked, pulling out a bloody knife and wiping it on his jeans.
She shrugged. "Bad habit I suppose. Needed a change."
"You never cared about change or bad habits."
"That's the glory of it. You never understood one thing about me," she said. "That's probably why you sucked so bad in bed and why you couldn’t make me cum."
"No one can make you cum. That's a fact."
"He did...every single time."
"What!? Bull shit," he snapped.
"His first time touching me, I came so hard that I shook against him."