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rainbowfic2012-02-15 01:40 pm
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Arsenic 20
Author: geena
Color: Arsenic 20. poison
Styles and Supplies: Paint-by-numbers ([Do not take internally.]), brush (abnegate)
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13
Story: _____; the title of this story is On Her Own.
Summary: She turns to him just when everything is at its bleakest.
Notes: This follows Three. Trigger warning for abusive situations, misogyny, and lots of anti-choice rhetoric.
***
“I don’t know who you think you are," Jason spits at her, gripping her chin so hard that his fingers are sure to leave bruises, “but you don’t get to treat me like this.”
“I’m not--” she tries, fruitlessly.
“You’re a whore, you understand me? A goddamn whore, and that’s all you’ll ever be.”
“Please.”
Jason snorts. “Pathetic. And you have the goddamn nerve to tell me you don’t want my child? My child? As though I’d just stand by and let you walk all over me? Listen closely, because I’m sure as fuck not going to repeat myself. That’s my kid you’re carrying. You don’t get to decide what happens to my baby. You don’t get to harm our baby.” When he leans in, she could swear he’s snarling. “Understand?”
Her veins are like ice. Her heart is pounding. She can’t breathe.
Yanking her head, he snaps, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
She never should have told him.
***
She’s pregnant. There’s no getting around that fact, no matter how much she prays and dreams otherwise. She is pregnant and it is Jason’s.
There’s a hot ball of lead that permanently resides in her stomach.
Dark circles grow under her eyes. She develops the habit of shaking almost constantly and she’s far jumpier than she ever was before. Somehow, despite everything she’s been through, nothing has been quite this bad. She is in her own personal hell on earth and there is only one way out.
She waits until her parents are passed out one night, prying the broken screen from her window to drop through it and creep across the porch roof with silent footsteps. Shimmying down the oak tree is easier and within minutes she’s on the deserted street, keeping to the shadows and ducking out of sight at every sign of headlights. It’s been a few months since she’s done this, but the path is ingrained.
His house is dark, foreboding.
He answers after the second pebble strikes his window, his eyes dark and unreadable. The sight of his face after these months apart brings a sharp pain to her chest. He doesn’t say a word, merely staring at her.
“Can I come in?” she asks. “I need to talk to you.”
With a shrug, he steps back.
She falls into his room rather than climbs, staggering to her feet. “Something’s happened. Something very bad has happened.”
His silence stretches.
“Say something, please, say anything.”
“Fine.” He crosses the room to sink onto his bed, watching her all the while. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She deserves his hostility. “I-- I need you.” Involuntarily, tears spill from her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I messed up everything.”
“I already knew that.” At least he stops looking at her.
“You don’t know how things are now.” Her voice cracks. “Jason--”
“Don’t you dare say that name to me,” he snaps, tensing. “I don’t-- I can’t.”
A sudden horrible thought crosses her mind. “You-- you still love him.”
He doesn’t meet her eyes. “That’s not your business. Not anymore.”
“I’m pregnant.” It blurts out of her before she can stop herself, the words hanging thickly in the air. Sucking in a harsh breath, she gasps, “Help me.”
His expression is unbearable, crestfallen and infuriated all at once. “Get out.”
“Please,” she cries out as he pushes her toward the window. “Please, help me. I can’t keep it, you don’t know how he is, you don’t know what he does. He threatened-- but I can’t keep it, I can’t keep this-- this thing, but it’s inside me and growing, I can’t!” She’s hysterical, she knows, but her frenzied terror has driven her beyond all control. “I need you, I need your help.”
“Maybe,” he eventually replies, tone deliberately even, “maybe he has a right to a say too. Maybe you should think about that.”
She shouldn’t be surprised-- he loves Jason, it’s as clear as day to her. But that doesn’t make this blow any less crushing.
She is on her own.
***
geenaColor: Arsenic 20. poison
Styles and Supplies: Paint-by-numbers ([Do not take internally.]), brush (abnegate)
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13
Story: _____; the title of this story is On Her Own.
Summary: She turns to him just when everything is at its bleakest.
Notes: This follows Three. Trigger warning for abusive situations, misogyny, and lots of anti-choice rhetoric.
***
“I don’t know who you think you are," Jason spits at her, gripping her chin so hard that his fingers are sure to leave bruises, “but you don’t get to treat me like this.”
“I’m not--” she tries, fruitlessly.
“You’re a whore, you understand me? A goddamn whore, and that’s all you’ll ever be.”
“Please.”
Jason snorts. “Pathetic. And you have the goddamn nerve to tell me you don’t want my child? My child? As though I’d just stand by and let you walk all over me? Listen closely, because I’m sure as fuck not going to repeat myself. That’s my kid you’re carrying. You don’t get to decide what happens to my baby. You don’t get to harm our baby.” When he leans in, she could swear he’s snarling. “Understand?”
Her veins are like ice. Her heart is pounding. She can’t breathe.
Yanking her head, he snaps, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
She never should have told him.
***
She’s pregnant. There’s no getting around that fact, no matter how much she prays and dreams otherwise. She is pregnant and it is Jason’s.
There’s a hot ball of lead that permanently resides in her stomach.
Dark circles grow under her eyes. She develops the habit of shaking almost constantly and she’s far jumpier than she ever was before. Somehow, despite everything she’s been through, nothing has been quite this bad. She is in her own personal hell on earth and there is only one way out.
She waits until her parents are passed out one night, prying the broken screen from her window to drop through it and creep across the porch roof with silent footsteps. Shimmying down the oak tree is easier and within minutes she’s on the deserted street, keeping to the shadows and ducking out of sight at every sign of headlights. It’s been a few months since she’s done this, but the path is ingrained.
His house is dark, foreboding.
He answers after the second pebble strikes his window, his eyes dark and unreadable. The sight of his face after these months apart brings a sharp pain to her chest. He doesn’t say a word, merely staring at her.
“Can I come in?” she asks. “I need to talk to you.”
With a shrug, he steps back.
She falls into his room rather than climbs, staggering to her feet. “Something’s happened. Something very bad has happened.”
His silence stretches.
“Say something, please, say anything.”
“Fine.” He crosses the room to sink onto his bed, watching her all the while. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She deserves his hostility. “I-- I need you.” Involuntarily, tears spill from her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I messed up everything.”
“I already knew that.” At least he stops looking at her.
“You don’t know how things are now.” Her voice cracks. “Jason--”
“Don’t you dare say that name to me,” he snaps, tensing. “I don’t-- I can’t.”
A sudden horrible thought crosses her mind. “You-- you still love him.”
He doesn’t meet her eyes. “That’s not your business. Not anymore.”
“I’m pregnant.” It blurts out of her before she can stop herself, the words hanging thickly in the air. Sucking in a harsh breath, she gasps, “Help me.”
His expression is unbearable, crestfallen and infuriated all at once. “Get out.”
“Please,” she cries out as he pushes her toward the window. “Please, help me. I can’t keep it, you don’t know how he is, you don’t know what he does. He threatened-- but I can’t keep it, I can’t keep this-- this thing, but it’s inside me and growing, I can’t!” She’s hysterical, she knows, but her frenzied terror has driven her beyond all control. “I need you, I need your help.”
“Maybe,” he eventually replies, tone deliberately even, “maybe he has a right to a say too. Maybe you should think about that.”
She shouldn’t be surprised-- he loves Jason, it’s as clear as day to her. But that doesn’t make this blow any less crushing.
She is on her own.
***
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You are an amazing author.
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Why is anyone in love with Jason?
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