Post by dcdiva44 on Jun 17, 2003 17:27:14 GMT -5
Okay, so originally, this was a prologue for a Dawson's Creek fic, but I can't wrap my head around a plot for that show that I'm not already using in another fic and the storyline seems more compelling here... Besides, I really need to write a damn GG fic.
Hope ya like it...
Oh yea, this is for the lovely Jayde for being herself... Need I say more? Love ya girl!
She got up off the bed and entered her grand master suite bathroom, with the 'his' and 'her' sinks and towels. Two marble showers and a hot tub equipped for love birds. As she dried the blood between her legs she thought about their relationship. They were hardly love birds. He had stormed in, fucked her and stormed out. Just like usual.
She thought back to a time when they were happy. In love, even. There had been a time when they were happy, right? Or had he always been like this and she was just too wrapped up in her own lies to see it?
She knew when it had started. The end of their marriage, that is. After Laney died. Their daughter. Their precious baby girl. Their first and only child. Well, atleast her only child. They had found out shortly after trying to get pregnant that it was an impossibility. He was "shooting blanks" as he had called it. When they came home from the appointment where they found out the news that had inevitably led to the end of their relationship, he had put a hole in their bathroom wall. Overcome with anger, he walked through the house in a rampage. Destroying everything in his path, including the china gravy boat they recieved as a wedding present. From him. Well, his girlfriend actually. He hadn't been able to attend the wedding due to business and she had come in his place. Of course she was invited too, but that wasn't the point. Rory had always hated her. She was just so wrong for him. She often wondered if they were still together. They probably were. They were probably blissfully happy and raising three neurotically perfect children.
She had never asked Lane and Dave to tell her, instead prefering to keep her illusion that maybe he was as miserable as her and he would one day rescue her from the hell hole that was her life. But the "one day" had still not come.
Laney, named after her mother's best friend died when she was only 2 years old. A young one she was, but an old heart, Miss Patty had said. She had dehydrated while staying over a week at Paris's. She still remembered the phone call. Paris was crying uncontollably and apologizing over and over again, telling her she was sorry for not taking care of her. She hadn't a clue as to what she was talking about until Jamie picked up. He tearfully explained everything and told her to get to the hospital as fast as she could. She had woken him up, screaming for him to get the car ready. He had not cried. Not one fucking tear.
He never really loved her. Laney was not his daughter. She was a product, he had once spit out angrily after one of her nights of hysterics after the funeral. That was the first time he hit her. He told her to quit crying over her; she wasn't their daughter. She was her daughter and that wasn't enough. But it was enough for Rory. While she wasn't the biological daughter of her husband, Laney was 100% Rory's and her death ruined her. Wrecked her in the worst possible way.
He hadn't shown up for the funeral. She was sure Lane and Dave had told him about it, but he hadn't bothered to be there. She knew things were weird between them, but with her daughter dying and her marriage failing, she needed him. She wanted him there. She almost died herself the day of the funeral. When she got home, she ran upstairs, locked herself in the bathroom and took a bottle of Klonopin. Lane found her and rushed her to the hospital, cursing at her lifeless body in backseat for being so stupid. He never visited her in the hospital either. And she hated him for it. And she hated herself even more. For caring more about his visiting that her daughter dying. For loving him after all this time. For loving him in the first place. For not loving the other him. Her husband. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't. Not even in the slightest. There was time she cared for him deeply, but she was never in love with him. She now hated that man with a passion. He threw himself into his work, only coming home to slap her or fuck her. They didn't even fuck. She layed there like a lifeless dolt, not fighting back but not giving in. He entered her finding her dry and tight everytime. He barely acknowledged her discomfort, too wrapped up in his own release.
Some people, like Lane, would call it spousal abuse. Continous rape. She called it her life. She called it her hell. She called it her marriage.
She heard the door open and she squeesed her eyes shut. He was back from the bar. He had only left twenty minutes ago and he was back. She laughed sardonically as she thought of it. Women are usually happy when their husbands return home. But she feared his return. She had been married to this man for seven years and she feared him. He opened the door of the bathroom; the door he had removed the lock from to invade her privacy more so than he already did, and looked at her. He nodded his head as she cleaned her face of the blood and entered the bathroom. She smiled weakly as she brushed her hair out.
"Hi Dean..."
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Tell me what ya think...
Hope ya like it...
Oh yea, this is for the lovely Jayde for being herself... Need I say more? Love ya girl!
When a Man Loves a Woman
Prologue
by: Meg
Prologue
by: Meg
She got up off the bed and entered her grand master suite bathroom, with the 'his' and 'her' sinks and towels. Two marble showers and a hot tub equipped for love birds. As she dried the blood between her legs she thought about their relationship. They were hardly love birds. He had stormed in, fucked her and stormed out. Just like usual.
She thought back to a time when they were happy. In love, even. There had been a time when they were happy, right? Or had he always been like this and she was just too wrapped up in her own lies to see it?
She knew when it had started. The end of their marriage, that is. After Laney died. Their daughter. Their precious baby girl. Their first and only child. Well, atleast her only child. They had found out shortly after trying to get pregnant that it was an impossibility. He was "shooting blanks" as he had called it. When they came home from the appointment where they found out the news that had inevitably led to the end of their relationship, he had put a hole in their bathroom wall. Overcome with anger, he walked through the house in a rampage. Destroying everything in his path, including the china gravy boat they recieved as a wedding present. From him. Well, his girlfriend actually. He hadn't been able to attend the wedding due to business and she had come in his place. Of course she was invited too, but that wasn't the point. Rory had always hated her. She was just so wrong for him. She often wondered if they were still together. They probably were. They were probably blissfully happy and raising three neurotically perfect children.
She had never asked Lane and Dave to tell her, instead prefering to keep her illusion that maybe he was as miserable as her and he would one day rescue her from the hell hole that was her life. But the "one day" had still not come.
Laney, named after her mother's best friend died when she was only 2 years old. A young one she was, but an old heart, Miss Patty had said. She had dehydrated while staying over a week at Paris's. She still remembered the phone call. Paris was crying uncontollably and apologizing over and over again, telling her she was sorry for not taking care of her. She hadn't a clue as to what she was talking about until Jamie picked up. He tearfully explained everything and told her to get to the hospital as fast as she could. She had woken him up, screaming for him to get the car ready. He had not cried. Not one fucking tear.
He never really loved her. Laney was not his daughter. She was a product, he had once spit out angrily after one of her nights of hysterics after the funeral. That was the first time he hit her. He told her to quit crying over her; she wasn't their daughter. She was her daughter and that wasn't enough. But it was enough for Rory. While she wasn't the biological daughter of her husband, Laney was 100% Rory's and her death ruined her. Wrecked her in the worst possible way.
He hadn't shown up for the funeral. She was sure Lane and Dave had told him about it, but he hadn't bothered to be there. She knew things were weird between them, but with her daughter dying and her marriage failing, she needed him. She wanted him there. She almost died herself the day of the funeral. When she got home, she ran upstairs, locked herself in the bathroom and took a bottle of Klonopin. Lane found her and rushed her to the hospital, cursing at her lifeless body in backseat for being so stupid. He never visited her in the hospital either. And she hated him for it. And she hated herself even more. For caring more about his visiting that her daughter dying. For loving him after all this time. For loving him in the first place. For not loving the other him. Her husband. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't. Not even in the slightest. There was time she cared for him deeply, but she was never in love with him. She now hated that man with a passion. He threw himself into his work, only coming home to slap her or fuck her. They didn't even fuck. She layed there like a lifeless dolt, not fighting back but not giving in. He entered her finding her dry and tight everytime. He barely acknowledged her discomfort, too wrapped up in his own release.
Some people, like Lane, would call it spousal abuse. Continous rape. She called it her life. She called it her hell. She called it her marriage.
She heard the door open and she squeesed her eyes shut. He was back from the bar. He had only left twenty minutes ago and he was back. She laughed sardonically as she thought of it. Women are usually happy when their husbands return home. But she feared his return. She had been married to this man for seven years and she feared him. He opened the door of the bathroom; the door he had removed the lock from to invade her privacy more so than he already did, and looked at her. He nodded his head as she cleaned her face of the blood and entered the bathroom. She smiled weakly as she brushed her hair out.
"Hi Dean..."
I'm hidden in the scream
When the virgin dies
I'm the ache in the belly
When your baby cries
And I'm the burnin' sensation
When the convict fries
I'm pain
I'm your pain
Unspeakable pain
I'm your private pain
And I'm the compound fracture
In the twisted car
And I'm the lines on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star
You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
Unfathomable pain
And it's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
I'm the holes in your arm
When you're feeling the shakes
I'm the lump on your head
When you step on the rake
And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake
Yes I'm pain
I'm just pain
Dear old pain
You need your pain
And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake
I'm the salt in the sweat
On the cuts of the slaves
I was the wound in the side
While Jesus prayed
I was the filthiest word
At the vandalized grave
Yes, pain
Do you love me pain
I love my pain
I'm your pain
It's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
When the virgin dies
I'm the ache in the belly
When your baby cries
And I'm the burnin' sensation
When the convict fries
I'm pain
I'm your pain
Unspeakable pain
I'm your private pain
And I'm the compound fracture
In the twisted car
And I'm the lines on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star
You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
Unfathomable pain
And it's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
I'm the holes in your arm
When you're feeling the shakes
I'm the lump on your head
When you step on the rake
And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake
Yes I'm pain
I'm just pain
Dear old pain
You need your pain
And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake
I'm the salt in the sweat
On the cuts of the slaves
I was the wound in the side
While Jesus prayed
I was the filthiest word
At the vandalized grave
Yes, pain
Do you love me pain
I love my pain
I'm your pain
It's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
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