two worlds c o l l i d e ``MONIQUE

[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy just stayed standing still in his position, taking in Monique's words. It hurt even more now that she spoke with the care in her voice she spoke of. His breath came out harshly once, again. He turned his head to face forward, his whole body now completely turned away from Monique. She couldn't see him weak like this. She could never.

So before Jeremy knew he would break down, he left the room and went into his kitchen. He walked over to the marble counter and placed his hand on it, supporting himself. He had lost Monique; she may have cared about him, but it was more likely that she loved the other man, Ryan. Jeremy could feel all of his mixed emotions surfacing, churning inside themselves and confusing him. But the only one that reached him, was anger. Fury. His fingers curled against the dark marble into a fist and he reached up to grab a wok that dangled over the counter with other pots and pans. Flinging it into the glass fronted stove with a loud crashing sound, he began wreaking havoc in the kitchen.

[monique bailey quentin]

Mona stood there, staring towards Jeremy, she wished he would say something instead of letting the silence fill between them. She watched him turn away, so that his back side was completely facing her. She felt the pain in her chest again, when he began to walk away from her and off into the kitchen. Why did she have to go and tell him all of that? Why couldn't she of just kept it to herself and if he did find out..she could at least told him she didn't feel right telling him, knowing what it would do. If only she really did know moments ago when she first began speaking about all of this.

And now it was all out there and she had no idea what to do. She felt like just curling up in a dark corner and crying herself to sleep. But she knew she couldn't do that. Monique had to be strong and as much as she hates her true nature, it was screaming at her to be the strong tough animal that lurks just on the surface of her. She couldn't leave things like this, so she made her feet move and marched herself towards the kitchen and stopped suddenly in her tracks as soon as she heard the crash of glass breaking. She panic for a slight moment, before she ran the few feet left to the kitchen and stopped in the door way.

All of this is my fault.. she thought, as she watched Jeremy wreaking havoc on his kitchen. Before Mona could stop herself, she could feel the bubble in her throat and escape her mouth "JEREMY! STOP IT!" she yelled at him, as she moved quickly to him to grab a hold of his arms.

[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy threw everything about: pots, pans, dishes, and everything in between. He couldn't even think straight as his hands picked up heavy and light things, tossing them every, breaking everything in his path. Even yelling a couple of times, he couldn't help but think how great it felt to relieve himself of the building emotions in him. He felt so released that he couldn't even stop himself, and now, he was just having fun. Jeremy didn't even think of the past or future, but thought only now matters.

But then, Monique brought him back to reality when he finished trashing the refridgerator and decided he would move to his room to begin the havoc-wreaking again. She had taken hold of his arms with strength he knew he himself probably couldn't even muster. At least, not in human form. The wild look in his eyes that had a destruction hunger faded within seconds and shock placed them, as if he had been hypnotized and not known anything that he had done. His eyebrows furrowed as he turned to face the kitchen and really saw what he had done. The room was more than a wreck: it looked like he had transformed and chased a rabbit in the kitchen. "Oh my God..." he said, barely above a whisper. He ran his hands through his hair and felt something wet. Bringing his hands back to his eyes, Jeremy them cut up and covered in blood. He looked around to see a few knives he had carelessly played darts with on the wall and realized he grabbed the wrong ends of them. Stumbling backwards, he tripped over a pot and fell into a sitting position, the emotions overcoming him in a flood and he stared down at his hands, dumbly.

[monique bailey quentin]

Mona stood there, with her hands still gripping him arms until she saw the realization come into his eyes and saw him glancing around the kitchen. She slowly let her hands drop back to her side as she herself glanced around the wreckage. It literally looked as if he had transformed and then chased after some animal within his own home. It made her chew on her bottom lip, knowing all of this happened because of her.

When she heard the whispered three words, she turned to look back at Jeremy, seeing him stumble and go into a sitting position. Mona move quickly, dropping to her knees in front of him and grabbing a hold of his hands to examine then "Jeremy.." she breathed out quietly, as she winced a little bit before looking up at his head and moving to his side to see blood dripping down the side of his face. Monique fought the urge inside of her to transform and start licking at his wounds, knowing that it would help to heal them a bit faster.

Instead, she glanced around before standing up and grabbing a few towels scattered around the kitchen and moving over to the skin. Turning on some warm water, Monique soaked a couple of them before going back to Jeremy and gently started to wipe the blood off of his face and trying to get it out of his hair, without causing to much harm.

[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy sat still and motionless, staring at his hands but not really seeing them. He rubbed his fingers together on each hand, feeling the cool blood in between them and seeing the deep gashes that the fluid dripped from like a more than leaky faucet. He didn't comprehend that Monique was moving around him, or even said his name but just kept playing with the blood. Then, he began feeling her wiping the side of his face with a wet paper towel and just sat, letting her do so.

Jeremy wished he could take hold of her, just to hold her and know she felt the same way towards him the way he felt for her. But he knew that couldn't happen. He had to keep reminding himself that so that he couldn't keep hurting either of them. He had already done enough of that. As Jeremy sat and pondered all this, he finally looked at Monique, into her eyes that had always had a depth that he knew he would never fully understand. The ones he had fallen in love with. He knew he would miss them, and as he came back to a more stable condition, Jeremy sighed one last sigh before speaking.

"I think you should leave, Monique."

[monique bailey quentin]

Monique continued to get most of the blood from his head off and held one of the wet towels against the wound at the side of his head, but trying not to put to much pressure against it to cause him anymore pain. She thought she kept hearing some weird sound..when she glanced down at his hands, the movements catching her eyes, they widen a little bit as she saw what he was doing. She started to reach out to grab a hold of them when he stopped. Mona stopped her hands from moving any closer as she looked back at Jeremy and saw him looking at her.

Leave? How could she leave him like this. He needed to probably go to the hospital and get stitches and he was really in no condition to be driving. Mona frowned at him, shaking her head, showing the concern she has for him plainly in her eyes and face "Jeremy, I..I can't leave you. You are hurt." she protested, as she looked back down at his hands and started reaching out towards his hands again.

[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy began breathing as slowly and steadily as he could, but he was torn in half. So much of him wanted to tell Monique to forget what he had just said and stay because he always needed her and wanted to always see her. But the other part of him never wanted to see her again, to stop feeling for her and not hurt everytime he did look at her. He hurt him so much to do so, and for that, he was incredibly torn. Even looking away from her to see her hands frozen in air and reaching for his, it hurt to know that she was even so willing to clean him up.

And it was even harder that her answer was a protest. Why couldn't she just accept the fact that this night was over, done, finished? Hadn't he hurt them both enough already? Why would she want to stick around with him? The questions ate at Jeremy and he became a bit frustrated with himself. But seeing her hands attempting to move to wet and bloodied paper towels to his hands, he took them from her instead and began cleaning himself, ignoring the pain that shot through the wounds. He stood up as he did so, turning to face the forward position that he faced sitting down, away from Monique but not completely. Staring emotionlessly, he spoke in a monotone that respoke his previous words in a more demanding way.

"You need to leave, Monique."

[monique bailey quentin]

Mona was just about to grab his hands and start cleaning them, when he grabbed the towels himself and began wiping his hands himself. She watched him standing up, causing her to look up at him and she felt a pain shoot through her at his demanding words. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she slowly stood up. Why wouldn't he just let her at least make his wounds some-what bearable until he could get to a hospital safely? If she didn't do something, she was going to feel horrible, as if she didn't feel horrible as it was.

"Jeremy, please.." she started, pleading with him some, as she took a small step towards him, staring up at him with concern "You are hurt. Those wounds need proper attention or they will get infected." she said, trying to keep her voice steady and wanting to stand her ground. Mona didn't want to leave, even though a part of her brain was just screaming at her to just leave him, since he seemed to not want her there. But she just couldn't do it. The fact that she could hear her parents and his own in her mind, made her all the more stand her ground.

[jeremy roger hills]

Jeremy could now feel the pain shooting through his arms. The cuts were pretty deep, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Pressing the paper towel to the wounds made them gush even more blood nd it seeped into the white. He swallowed, making sure he wouldn't become nauseous, and looked up into nothing, blinking sleepily. A bit of rest wouldn't hurt, and he could tape up his injuries easily. He still couldn't understand why Monique refused to leave purely because he was hurt. She didn't need to take care of him: he could take care of himself. But he still wanted her there.

Regardless, her refusals still frustrated him and it made his hands ball up into fists, making the pain worsen. He hissed at the feeling and released the tension, pressing the paper towels into his hands harder. There was no way around Monique's stubbornness and he finally came to the conclusion of what he had to do. Jeremy would have to hurt Monique. Drive her away. As much as it hurt him to do so, he displayed no emotions except maybe a bit of anger as he heard himself spilling out the hurtful words.

"You've done enough. Just go."

[monique bailey quentin]

Mona took a step back hearing his words. The stung, that she couldn't deny. She started to open her mouth to protest against him again, but then slowly let it close as she knew there was just no point. She didn't need to keep pushing him anymore, who knew what was going to happen next. Giving in, she looks away from him, her fingers fiddling out of habit with the hem of her dress "Fine." she said a bit sternly, turning away from him and making her way back through the house to the front door.

Monique felt the urge to just burst into tears, as she jerked open the front door and slammed it shut behind her. She stomped her way off of the porch and made her way down along the sidewalk. She wasn't about to sit there and wait for her parents to show up to give her a ride back home; she just rather walk and even if someone tried to mess with her, she really wasn't in the mood and probably wouldn't think twice about letting her inner animal being released and just attacking. Deep down, she knew that was a horrid thought and something she should never think about. But, being as upset as she is, she wasn't listening to well to that voice inside of her telling her to calm down.