come together ., doli

[rhett osanne.]

Rhett’s hands seemed permanently fused to her hips as she swayed, the beat slapping his ears over and over again, but at this point the was so far gone that it wasn’t even loud to him. He wasn’t sure if it applied, but a sort of tunnel hearing seemed to have hit him upside the head and he was stuck as if he were walking down a long tube, nothing really sounded right to him except for the sound of Doli’s breathing in his ear and the clash of his belt buckle against the button of her jeans… not that there was really much fabric between them to begin with. And not to mention the fact that he was actually just dozing on the couch, not really thinking of anything else previously besides the whisper of someone else’s skin against his, apart from someone else moaning his name and crying out in ecstasy as he pounded into her.. And it wasn’t Doli. It wasn’t her. And he was confused, because he did it to spite her.. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t been able to do it to begin with. That part had come easy for him. It had been eight long months since he’d had anyone else and he’d forgotten what it was like, he’d forgotten how easily you could mesh with someone other than the one you thought you were meant to be with. Lips curling around the bottle once more, he swallowed back the burning liquid and coughed, his heels resting casually on the coffee table like he wasn’t drunk out of his mind, just sitting there like he normally was…

Because Rhett didn’t drink like that unless something was so abnormal with his life that he didn’t know what else to do, and even then it was kind of uncommon.. The last time had been eight months ago and the day after, they’d woken up in France. Him and Doli… oh christ. He wondered briefly what he’d done, and then how he’d managed to do it without feeling guilty at the time. Picking his phone up off of his thigh, the man looked at the screen momentarily as it brightened into focus, and then he remembered… that fucking queer bait with his eyeliner and painted nails; he was going to rip his balls off and shove them up his ass, or down his throat depending on which orifice happened to be closer when he was finished. He hoped that fucking bastard choked on them like he’d choked on Dolores’s tongue. Throwing the phone across the room angrily, his brow shoved together, he watched it crash into the wall and shatter against the floor, small pieces of supposedly ‘shatter-proof’ glass he’d paid extra for going everywhere. Well It was good to know it wasn’t just Doli betraying him, it was everyone. Even the damn phone company. Restlessly, he got up and moved to the window, watching the street before turning and grasping the wall to keep himself upright, not really wanting to toss his cookies or fall…

But he’d been with someone else. It was the one sentence that kept playing through his mind like a mantra and he had to tell her, but she’d cheated too and she hadn’t told him.. Which was why he thought he did it. And because Stelle was there, and she was willing, and she was beautiful… and she was everything that he would have looked for in a mate before Doli came along and changed his thoughts on dating people, and why you should fall in love with someone, because he did love her… but he couldn’t believe he did that and it was over now, he knew it was. It was over because he’d hurt her in the way he always feared he would. Was it at all justifiable that she’d done it first? Did it help his cause? No. he didn’t care. She shouldn’t have… and then he heard the door swing open and he pushed open the window, roughly.. It slammed against the frame, “Do you have something you want to share?” he called, lips tight and throat even tighter, eyes closed against whatever may have been coming his way. He felt like he was tightly closed again, bruised… what the fuck? What the fuck. He wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt him, he wanted to break her cheating heart into a million little pieces and scatter it all over the globe so she’d never be able to pick it up.. He wanted to… he wanted… to collapse into a sobbing heat. But that would never happen. And neither would him doing anything but leaving, that night. She could have the apartment. She could have it all. He didn’t want it anymore.

[dolores haze.]

AFTER THE MINI PANIC attacks, trips to the bathroom to barf up the nothing in her stomach, and Ray shaking her to snap her out of the nervous wreck she felt she was becoming, she was finally standing in the elevator, on the way up, going over everythingin her mind how she was going to say it. "So, babe...yeah uhm...you want to come with me to the docs office tomorrow...? No reason...just getting my first ultra sound..." or maybe "I'm knocked up...next time wear a fucking condom..." or maybe she should just show him the results the doctor had given her after Ray dragged her over to a doctor's office and then continued to take away all her cheap Newport cigarettes and tossing them in the trash right in front of her. She nearly pissed herself when she saw that little scene...though not as much as standing in the bathroom on the sixth floor crying and freaking out that Rhett would end up leaving her if he didn't want the kid...because even though she told herself that if he wanted the abortion she would do it-she wouldn't be able to. It was her body right? It was her decision as well as his...

AS THE ELEVATOR DINGED and the doors slid opened, she shakily opened the door, fumbling with her keys a bit but then taking a deep breath. She could tell him right? It was Rhett, of all people...She trusted him to the fullest. Plus, she quit the company today...No more modeling so she could focus on everything else that actually mattered in life. But as she opened the door, his tone of voice completely caught her by surprise. Closing the door behind her, she locked it, the keys remaining in her hands and she seemed to fidget slightly with them before leaving them on the counter. He sounded...drunk. Did he already know and was pissed because she hadn't told him first? But she didn't think he would react like this over it, "Uhm..." she could feel that strange queasy feeling coming back up as she grabbed the back of the couch to steady herself. She just had to focus. She was a horrible liar, so that was out of the question, "I quit my job today?" it was the truth...but probably not what he wanted to hear...She didn't know what he wanted to hear, "Babe...what's wrong? Did something happen?" What she meant to say was did I do something wrong but it didn't come out. He would tell her if she did something wrong, she knew that for a fact.

SHE WAS HONESTLY HOPING he just wouldn't turn around because she looked like shit-according to Ray at least. He said her skin was pale, that she looked a bit thinner, that she had bags under her eyes...Little things she hadn't noticed until he pointed them out and everything seemed to fall into place. But if she told him she was pregnant, he would understand her crappy appearance right? He'd seen her looking like crap in the pouring rain...she was sure it wouldn't matter...So she went around the couch, noting the shards and cautiously avoiding them, and quietly came up next to him, a hand automatically going to his shoulder to look up at him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and deep down, she knew something seriously was wrong...Why was he drunk? He...they hadn't gotten drunk in months...Why now?

DOLORES HAD A MIXTURE of confusion and down right exhaustion on her face. She didn't think he'd be home...She figured she could get away with just going to sleep and wake up whenever and tell him then...Maybe she'd have to tell him sooner than she thought.