Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Death Do Us Part ❯ Stronger ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

Disclaimer: This is an entirely original piece of fiction.

 

 

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There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

 

 

The world spun around him, his vision blurred. He sat in the bathroom by the toilet seat, his head resting back against the hard tiles of the wall. The room reeked of his stench, the alcohol, the blood.

 

Why am I still alive?

 

He didn't know the answer. Time was a tangible thing, every ticking of the second hand on the clock noticed in his fleeting awareness. How many seconds has it been? How many minutes? Empty bottles were strewn about him, one in his hand, slung across the toilet seat. He opened his eyes, squinting through the harsh light of the morning coming in through the open door. His stomach stirred as the previous days events assaulted him, fresh in his memory. They gushed out of his mouth and all over his clothes and the floor before him, not even having the energy to turn his head and vomit into the toilet.

 

 

This lack of self-control I feel is never ending

Controlling, I can't seem

 

 

He glanced to his side at the empty bottles of the pills the doctor gave him that were supposed to help him sleep at night. Damn. None left. He would have to stay awake. It was too painful to stay awake. He felt so tired, but couldn't sleep. He just wanted to sleep. To forget, to be free.

 

Freedom.

 

Freedom from this stress, freedom from the constant throbbing of his heart as it strained every minute to pump blood through his veins. He wondered if he even had the energy to make it to Agate Bridge.

 

No, I don't want to go there.

 

 

To find myself again,

My walls are closing in

 

 

He refused to kill himself. He needed to be strong, he couldn't give up. Instead he just lay there, limp and smelling like death. What's the difference? He let out a sigh, the faint sound echoed in the bare room. He moved, causing the bottles around him to clash together noisily, the irritating sound ringing in his sensitized ears. His eyes clenched shut as the slightest change in altitude sent his head spinning.

 

His hand clenched the toilet lid, bracing him to get up. His hand slipped on vomit, his foot slipped on a bottle and he fell back down, head cracking back against the wall. He made no sound, his expression was blank. The pain was nothing. Nothing compared to what he was feeling inside. He had to stop this, he realized. Rei cried when he was like this.

 

 

I've felt this way before

So insecure

 

 

He made it to a standing position this time, resting a hand against the vanity for support. He almost waded through the empty glass bottles, and finally made it out of the cluttered bathroom, stumbling into his adjoining room. The air was suffocating, rich with the stink of vomit and sweat. His eyes watered and he shuddered, realizing how thirsty he was. The kitchen was a mess, the fridge and cupboards left open, contents spread across the floor, scattered about in his outburst after she had left. Why had she left? `She needed him not to need her'. He felt like it shouldn't make sense, but he knew what the things she had said had really meant; she wanted him to be a man, to sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style onto a white horse, so they could gallop into the distance together. She wanted him to get into fistfights with other men over her, to be primal, possessive.

 

He didn't know if he could be that for her, he wasn't strong enough.

 

 

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal

 

 

He thought of her in another man's arms. No trace of anger or possessiveness washed over him. What would he do? It depends, what was she doing in his arms? Was she happy with this other man? He wanted her to be happy, if she was happy, he'd let the other man have his way with her. He'd step away, put up no resistance. If she was happy.

 

He then imagined her being raped, waited for rage to overcome him. But it didn't, it just made him sick. He'd probably be paralyzed, watching, in whatever alleyway it would happen, more afraid of getting himself hurt if he put up a fight for her. He had never really been in a fight. Not one when he had fought back. He took the hits, naturally wanting to avoid further confrontation. His gut twisted as, unexpectedly, he saw in his mind Rei's sweating, naked body being pounded into a wall by a groaning other man. He frowned; it was a split image, terrifyingly vivid. One wall was that of an alleyway, the other wall one of a candlelit room. Even sound effects registered, her screaming, on one side in agony, the other, in ecstasy. They sounded the same.

 

 

Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

 

 

His vision blanked and blurred, the sight of fresh vomit on the floor at his feet coming into view. Rage still hadn't overcome him, no violent urge to protect what belonged to him. Was that what Rei wanted? He tried to force anger as the images flooded his senses again. The men were grabbing her everywhere, marring her beautiful skin. Nothing. He felt pathetic. Not even enough of a man to keep her from fucking someone else.

 

Coward.

 

 

 

*

 

 

 

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the early hour. The phone rang again. Rei sluggishly pulled herself up from the couch in the lounge, being the only one awake after the previous night's late ending.

 

The phone rang a third time.

 

She pulled it off the hook on the wall and let out a breath before putting it to her ear. She noticed her heart flutter, getting a sort of teenage girl feeling, hoping it was the man she wanted it to be.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Rei.” The voice like honey. She didn't know what she was feeling. Was she excited? Disappointed?

 

Which man in her life had she wanted it to be?

 

“Hello, Zack.” She leaned against the wall, “Good morning.”

 

“Good afternoon.” She could hear the smile in his voice, checked the clock and noticed it was in fact afternoon. Her parents were still sleeping. “Have you decided where you would like to go tonight?” Straight to the point.

 

“Well, yes...”

 

“Good. Be ready at seven-thirty?”

 

“Oh, ok.”

 

“See you then, Rei.” She was too distracted by the sensual way her name slipped from his lips to notice the sound of the low ringing on the other line that told her he had hung up.

 

They day progressed without event, and too caught up in her thoughts, Rei didn't really pay much attention to activity around her. She wondered for a moment, what she was going to wear that night. She was excited. What would she wear? Something provocative? Something concealing? She compared the feeling to the one she got when she was dressing for a rare night out with her husband. It wasn't the same. She couldn't discern weather this was a good thing or not.

 

It was seven o'clock. With a few more touch-ups to her light make-up, she was ready. She had opted for a simple, black cocktail dress, something young and sexy. She was a bit concerned about the low-cut V neckline, feeling like she was desperately throwing herself at this other man. Was she? Did she want him to be happy to have a sexy woman on his arm, someone to be proud to call his?

 

Would he smile when he was introducing her to the people he respected?

 

She admired her appearance in the mirror, imagining Satoru's reaction to the dress. She never really wore dresses like this around him; neither of them felt she needed to. Her heart fluttered when she remembered he had told her she looked beautiful in anything. Then a surge of heat when she remembered his exact words. Those were the moments when she could touch his desire for her. Was it so much to ask to want to feel that all the time? To want to be able to drive him crazy every minute of the day? Selfish. The warmth inside seeped from her pores. Ice cold replaced it.

 

There's a hole in my heart.

 

 

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting

 

 

The doorbell rang. She took a deep breath and gathered her wits. It was going to be just a friendly date, nothing more. She walked down the tiled stairs, having long ago mastered walking in heels. She saw through the window what had to be the nicest car she'd ever seen, she didn't know much about cars, but knew it was a Porsche. She saw his distorted silhouette through the rippled glass window on the wooden door, and deduced that he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

 

The night air rushed in through the open door, taking with it the air from her lungs. He looked incredible. Completely different from his appearance at the dinner party. His white dress shirt accented his tanned skin; his black pants elongated his legs. And what eyes! They sparkled, deep copper in the night, adding shine to his slicked back blonde hair. His charming smile was plastered on as he lifted the roses in offering.

 

 

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection

It's haunting, I can't seem

 

 

“Thank you.” A pretty blush dusted her cheeks as she caught her breath.

 

“Let's go.”

 

 

 

*

 

 

 

He didn't know how he made it outside. His feet were moving, walking him around the streets of the bustling city, but his mind was still on the floor in a puddle of vomit somewhere in the kitchen.

 

None of the passers-by paid him any mind; he was an empty void, a skeleton rattling his bones. He wandered passed the main shops and restaurants along the great Ginza, half swamped by people. The crowd thinned out as he passed the main shopping centers, a small headache beginning to pang into his head. A harsh jab to his shoulder brought his mind reeling back. He had bumped into someone.

 

 

To find myself again
My walls are closing in

 

 

“Hey! Watch it! She's pregnant, you know!” An angry male voice came from behind him, beside the woman he had run into. “Asshole.” Satoru turned to apologize, trying to make it sound sincere.

 

“I'm so-”

 

“Akaba?!” Satoru's eyes widened at the sight of an old friend. A weak smile curved his lips.

 

“It's been a while.” He regarded his young friend. It had most definitely been a while, he'd almost forgotten about him. But who could ever forget someone with grey eyes?

 

“Hell yeah,” The man dropped a hand to his friend's shoulder. “How you been?” Satoru just shrugged, didn't really feel like talking. “Oh, you've met my wife, right?” He gestured towards the pretty woman to his left, heavy with child.

 

“Mm. Once I think, so you finally got married?” He questioned as he shook the lady's hand.

 

“Yeah. In the spring.”

 

Satoru looked at his friend, noticing slight changes. He had definitely grown. After all, he had only been a teenager when Satoru had met the interesting man. His eyes were kinder now, had a nice hint of blue in them. Satoru eyed the man curiously, noticing the near silver scar that ran across his neck. He was sure there was a long, courageous story behind it, but decided to save it for another time.

 

“So what are you two doing out?”

 

“Ah just going for a walk with the baby, might go get something to eat.” He looked questioningly at his woman, “Where do you want to go, Chidori?” She shrugged and looked at him lovingly. He turned back to Satoru with a smile on his face. “Know any good places?”

 

“Uh, there's a great chef with his own place around, Lucient's I think it's called, just don't ask him to do any romantic shit with the food.”

 

“Heard of that guy, supposed to be top class.” He turned to his wife, “Sound good?” She nodded with an affirmative `Un'.

 

“Have a good time.” He turned to leave, desperately not wanting any company. He was halted in his tracks.

 

“Hey, where's your woman? Rei, was it?” The man realized his mistake, Satoru's face almost dropped to the floor. “You had a fight?”

 

“Something like that.” His voice was low; he had given up forcing the cheeriness into it. The man's wife, Chidori, spoke up for the first time.

 

“I hope our marriage turns out like yours.” She gave him a genuine smile that somehow lifted his spirits. Her husband smiled beside her, knowing the effect her smile had. Like spring melting the snow.

 

“You don't want that.” He sighed, wondering how far he'd need to walk to get to Agate Bridge. She leaned forward and took a hand, her face glowing in her pregnancy.

 

“You both love each other very much. Everything will work out just fine.” Her sincerity and kind words made him want to hug her, or cry.

 

“Come Chi, let's get something to eat.” She gave Satoru another look and started walking away. The man stayed behind. “Satoru,” He respected this man, used his first name to show that. “You're a good man.” His own past flooded back to him. He patted his friend's back and followed after his wife. Satoru was alone again.

 

 

I've felt this way before
So insecure

 

 

Enough.

 

He held his head higher, intent on getting back home, cleaning up his mess and calling his wife. He wouldn't beg this time. He could be stronger. He would be stronger. He continued up the street, gazing into the glass windows of restaurants and high-class shopping areas, thinking to buy something shiny for his wife. He would demand she come home, give her the gift, and then fuck her damn brains out. He shuddered, heat melting the ice in his veins. He hadn't realized how badly he wanted to have her. Soon.

 

I owe you one, Entreri.

 

 

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal

 

 

 

*

 

 

 

She laughed again, her eyes sparkling. So Zack was good-looking, charming and funny? What a package. They sat at a fine restaurant, almost finished with their meals. Relaxing music played in the background while the patrons looked out the large glass window into the broad, bustling street.

 

“You look beautiful.” He smiled at her. She blushed, the umpteenth time that night. Her thoughts of her husband washed away by liquor.

 

“You told me that already.” She giggled.

 

“I wanted to tell you again. I'll keep telling you.” The furious blush was back. She returned her attention to her food, could feel the man's gaze roving her cleavage. She regretted wearing the black dress. She sighed, as drunk as she was; she needed to make it clear to the man that she was...taken.

 

 

Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

 

 

“Zack,”

 

“God, say my name again.” His eyes bore into her with a different shimmer now, he took one of her hands and pulled her close to him, their faces inches apart. “I want to hear you scream it.” She was speechless, her mouth agape. Zack leaned in and captured her lips in a wet kiss full of lust. She blinked, eyes going blank as her lips responded. She looked around the room, it was spinning around her. She didn't know what to do, what to feel. His hot tongue invaded her, caressing her own unresponsive one. Her lids lowered, she had gone numb. She looked around again, at the window, for some sort of escape while Zack's tongue licked around her mouth.

 

 

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal

 

 

Her eyes went wide as they met deep blue through the glass, and that unmistakable beauty spot.

 

 

Fear is how I fall,

Confusing what is real.

 

 

Fuck you, Rei.

 

 

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To be continued...

 

A/N: What will happen next!?!?!
Nyah >=3