It All Comes Back Around ( Mekiel )

[Charlie Cross]

Charlie sat there, outside the building the party had been in, her hair and dress soaked through from the rain that fell overhead and tears mixing with the water that streaked down her face, causing her makeup to run.

Trying to pull down the ends of her now torn dress, she dug through her purse for her cellphone....hands trembling so bad that she could barely even get the damn thing open.

Why was he here?

She thought she had made it clear that he was supposed to leave her alone when she left his ass back in New York?

Whimpering softly she tried to hurry, not sure how long it would be before he found her. Finally her small hand fell over the phone, the light caused by hitting one of the buttons making her yelp softly with both happiness and excitement.

Quickly she brought it out, the contents of her purse spilling onto the ground around her and clattering here and there, though she honestly didnt care.

Pushing through the phone book she growled....

"Oh come on, come on, come on...."

Finally she found the only number that belonged to anyone besides her sister that she trusted, because god knew she was not dragging Dylan into this.

Pushing call she brought the phone shakily to her ear and listened to it ring........

Whether Mekiel answered or not, she was not sure, but if he did not then she would start to leave a message.

"M...Mekiel...i..its Charlie....I am outside..of the building on Lexington and 4th....and m...my ex..he found me ...I was at this party......I..."

The sound of her voice was then interrupted by the sound of her screaming as her hair was grabbed and she was jerked up, the phone falling and clattering against the cement.

"I told you that you couldnt run from me forever Charlie."

With that there was the sound of a struggle of sorts, and a whimpered cry of pain and then silence....the phone having been stepped on and broken during the little bout........

Jason was angry, just like he had been on several occasions and she knew too well how this story went. Sure enough his hand landed across her face, knocking her down as she pulled herself across the alleyway, trying to get away from him.

But of course he didnt let her.......instead he bent down, shoving her back against the brick wall of the building and then grabbing her arm....

As she struggled to jerk it away from him, she felt the light pinch of a needle and then the overwhelming calmness that came over her.....Releasing her, she let her head fall back, eyes half closed as she felt his hand stroke the side of her face........

His intention? To make it look like she had lost it finally...like her drug habit had finally taken hold too strongly. Headlines would read "Model Found Drugged Out In Alley Way" the next morning, and nobody would ever know he had been there.

Pressing a kiss to her lips, he would smile, his voice almost distant as he laughed and then turned to make his leave, making sure to leave the syringe and other such items next to her.....

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color] He cried out in vain. He growled, fighting back his tears as he'd run to the side of the building where there had been an alley, and there she was. Collapsed on the floor. With a syringe. What happened?

"Charlie.." He stammered, running toward her. He'd slide to his knees and lift her from the floor, holding her up with his arm, and place one hand to her cheek. Without any idea as to what to do, he'd lift her up and carry her back to his motorcycle and make his way back home. He didn't know what to do, whether or not she should go to the hospital.

~*~

Arriving home, he'd carry her inside. But, she was soaked. What would he do? Takehiro wasn't here.. Damnit, he should've gone to the hospital. Acting on impulse, he brought her over to the couch, and did brought a bunch of towels and blankets over. He wanted her to get warm, but didn't think anything through clearly. So, he began to dry off what he could and would cover her in the dry ones. Still soaking himself, he'd rest on the coffee table, waiting for her to come to.

Did he do the right thing? Was any of it helpful? He hoped so.[/color][/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

She was out of it, to say the least, though she heard her name, and she did try and offer up some form or response. But before she could she felt herself being picked up. The next thing she knew, her eyes were fluttering open to look up at the ceiling of a home...at least she thought it was a home....

Her body felt so sluggish and slow....she was trembling and her teeth chattering from being cold, though not nearly as cold as she had been sitting in that alleyway outside the building.

Softly she whimpered, her head turning slightly as her vision, somewhat blurry, fell upon Mekiel....tears once more filling her eyes as her hand slid out to reach for him.

God how was she going to explain this? The last thing she wanted him to know was that she had some form of drug addiction, and though she had NEVER shot up, it now looked that way. FUCK!

As tears began to slide down her face she spoke up, her voice soft and not much more than a whisper as she grabbed one of the towels on her and tried to wrap herself in it....the bruise on her face that much more clear as her hair fell away upon her moving.

"I...am sorry....I.....He found me....gave me..something....I thought I was rid of him...I ...I thought he wouldn't follow me....."

Her hand was shaking, both from the cold and from the fact that the drugs had overloaded her system. She had already been high, which was a given on most any day, so the extra injection had not helped matters.

She could feel her stomach turning....one hand going to grip it tightly as she curled up on her side into a little ball, all the while those tears continuing to fall. Sure that this was going to just get worse.....Her one chance at actually being happy and now this......

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color] His own hands would rub hers and he'd take in a deep breath. Someone was after her. Someone wanted to hurt her. "Who is he?" He didn't ask this in the typical 'no one's gonna mess with my girl' attitude. This was more of an 'I'll protect you from the bastard' and more kind of attitude.[/color][/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

She was thankful for the feel of his arms around her, her body pressing against his and more tears coming at the sight of how worried he was....hell the only one who had ever been worried about her was Dylan and if she knew half the shit Charlie was into now a days.........god that would be bad.

As he spoke she would lower her head, a little whimper escaping as she tried not to let it get to her too much.

"My...ex...agent. Jason Marsden. He...he wants to ruin my career and turn my ........addiction against me....The one he started me on"

It was the truth...She had never thought to do drugs before him, but he convinced her she had to stay up more and be thinner, so he got her to start, always there with that hit when he thought she needed it, up until the point where it became something she herself could not live without.

Now, he knew how to get to her, and he would ruin her if he got the chance, or hurt her in the process.....it was his way of paying her back. Not for losing her, but for losing the money she brought to his pocket with every shoot she did.

Pulling back she whimpered and gripped her stomach tightly. The pain overwhelming, not used to that much drugs in her system at one time.

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color] Of course, he meant the addiction. She never mentioned it. Then again, he had flaws of his own he never mentioned, like the murders, but those would.. they would wait. For now. Perhaps forever.

"I want to help you." He didn't know what to say, nor what to do. It only got worse when she'd gripped her stomach. She was in pain, possible OD, the bastard was going to pay for this. But nothing could be done right now. All he could do was pull her in close, and hold her. He didn't know how to fix these problems.[/color][/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

She lowered her eyes, tugging away from him as she forced herself to sit up, reaching down to grab the necklace that she had around her neck.....that she always had around her neck. As she slid it off, she would undo the little silver vial that hung from the end....a soft sigh passing from her as she poured the content out into her shakey hand.

A white powder....the one she lived off of for going on three years now.....almost four........

"Cause I didnt want you to know your girlfriend was hooked on cocaine and couldn't go a day without it......"

She felt the heat of her tears falling down her face as she poured the contents back into the vial, slowly screwing the lid on and then gripping it tightly in her hand......

Yet the entire time she refused to look up at him, too worried of what sort of look she would be receiving in return.

"I just like you.....so much and then...to have this...this addiction be the reason you dont want to be with me....I just....I was scared."

She winced, grabbing her stomach once more as she felt that wave of nausea hit her.

"I need to use your restroom....."

It was not so much a question as it was a statement, one followed by her moving from the couch, and hurrying to the bathroom, the one she had spotted her last time here. Barely able to shut the door she fell to the floor in front of the toilet and doubled over, throwing up into it....what very little she had eaten that day and allllllll the alcohol she had consumed at the party....

By the time she was done, she felt much better, though she was now sweaty, and cold, and very very weak......

Pushing herself up to stand, she stumbled out of the bathroom, holding the wall for support as she ran her hand through her hair....

"Do..Do you have something I could wear....Like a shirt or something?.....I really need a shower....."

She had been fucked up before, and though it had never been this bad, she at least had a general idea of what to do to take care of herself......Not wanting to burden him....Figuring he would probably wanna kick her ass out soon enough.

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color] He didn't want her to ruin herself, so he'd do whatever he could to help her, ease her addiction. Whether or not she'd give it to him was her choice, and he'd go and get a shirt and some gym shorts with a tie belt thing, and he'd hand them to her, along with a towel.

"They're a little big, but.. They're all I have." Maybe they'd look good on her? Oh, who was he kidding, they definitely would. That wasn't the main point here, though. He'd probably ask what was on his mind after she showered.[/color][/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

She chewed her lower lip, looking from his hand to the vial and then back again.....god that was hard......and it was not just a mental pain either, physically she could feel the addiction flaring up. Sure she did not need a hit again tonight, she needed sleep and possibly some food.....but still, as the thought of it being taken away she felt as though she had to have it.

Yet she looked up to his face and the look he gave made her reluctantly surrender the vial.....A whimper escaping her as she did.

Then when he returned with the clothes, she would nod, not speaking as she returned to the bathroom and shut the door.

Once in the shower, she sat on the floor of such, curling her knees to her chest and crying softly into them, trying hard not to be heard.

She hated herself, what she was and had become...she hated everything about who she was as a person, and though she usually kept such breakdowns to herself, when she was home alone, this was just a bad night all around.

Eventually she would get out, having taken quite a long time in there until the hot water had begun to run out.

As she got dressed, she slipped back on her underwear, which thankfully had dried enough that it didnt seem like they had been wet at all. She then tugged on his shirt and used the towel to try and dry out her hair.

For now she bypassed the shorts, simply because the shirt was large enough that it went down to her knees anyways.....Soooo she saw no need.

As she exited the bathroom, she would feel and look a whole lot better......her eyes still on the ground she would reach up and run her fingers through her wet hair, her bare foot wiggling nervously upon the floor.

"So....thanks...for the shower and for picking me up....I..If you want me to go...I can..b..but I was hoping maybe I could crash on the couch for the night....I wont be any trouble and I will be out of your hair first thing in the morning. I promise."

Her words were rushed, and she was nervous, but she really didnt want to go home right now.......not to that big empty place alone.....and well....She hoped he would put up with her long enough to at least let her use his couch for one night......But if not she would understand.......

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color]

He didn't want her to sleep on the couch, it was still pretty wet, as was his carpet because he didn't dry off. For some reason. He'd walk slowly up to her and wrap his arms around her, trying all that he could to comfort her. "I don't want to be too forward.. but I'd like it if you stayed a little more than one night. I want you to be safe." And he also wanted to be closer. The floor was comfortable anyway.

He'd rub her back softly, lean down, and kiss her. "I don't want you to go." One could say he was too emotionally attached for such a short period of time, but one didn't know that this meant a lot to him. He'd gotten along with her really well from the start, she'd taken his first kiss, and their first 'date' was memorable. Very, very memorable.[/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

To say she was surprised was......yeah an understatement, and as she felt his arms wrap around her she did the same in return, pressing herself closely against him as she rested her head to his chest and drew in a deep breath.

Instantly she could feel her muscles starting to relax, her entire body getting a little less tense as she ran her hand over his still wet form. Finally she would pull back, looking up to him as she tilted her head slightly and nibbled her lower lip.

"If you are sure......I would like to stay...for awhile.."

Not only did it feel safer here, but she wanted to be close to him as well....She liked him a lot, and well, she was trying hard to have a normal relationship, well as normal as it could be of course.

"Thank you......"

She then raised up on her tip toes, her lips brushing against his as her hand smoothly caressed his cheek for a moment. She would then lower herself down and close her eyes, feeling a bit dizzy she reached out and put her hand to the wall, steadying herself.

A little yawn passing her lips as she did such.

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color] He was at a loss for words. What to say? Well, obviously, he didn't know. "I'll be here if you need anything." He'd smile and wait for her to drift into sleep, and watch over her for a few minutes before going out and making his bed on the floor. He was a light sleeper, so she'd be safe.[/color][/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

She relaxed so easily into his arms as he lifted her up, and as he laid her down, she would curl up, pulling the blanket up under her chin and nuzzling into the pillow.

Another soft smile offered as she felt her eyes growing heavy, finally unable to keep them open any longer as she mumbled a soft little thank you once more and drifted off to sleep.

Though she was only asleep for about an hour, maybe two, before nightmares woke her. Though she just jolted awake, no sudden noises made so nothing to wake him. Looking about the room she spotted him there on the floor and would bite her lower lip slightly before she would speak up softly.

"Mekiel......ummm.....baby....."

She would sigh and wait for him to wake up, nervous in her speech and being quiet despite the fact that they were the only two here.....When he woke she would look down shyly and then nod her head toward the other side of the bed.

"Could...you..um..you know...sleep with me....please...."

No she was not thinking sex....she just...felt bad having him on the floor of his own home and also wanted him near her....She liked it that way and hoped that he wouldnt get too offended by her asking.

[Mekiel Echigo]

[/b][/color]

He'd climb over the bed - yeah, climb. He was kind o' tired himself - and get to the other side, pulling himself under the blanket. He'd wrap an arm around her, just a means of comfort, and give her one last kiss before she went back to bed. He'd lay there for a time, thinking about everything. Like, literally everything. It overwhelmed him.

"G'night, beautiful."[/color][/ul]

[Charlie Cross]

As he crawled into bed with her, she would smile and let his arm wrap around her. Her small form curling up against his as she pressed her lips to his.

"Goodnight baby...."

It was then that she buried her face against his chest, content with the position she was in........slowly drifting back to sleep, and remaining as such the rest of the night.....

When the morning came, she was still sound asleep, her hand resting over him and her body curled up against his own. She had not moved much through the night. She had been too messed up and passed out like any good drunk/high person would.

One of the first nights in a long time she had slept so soundly and for so long......It was nice and even in her sleep she could take comfort in the warmth of him pressed against her.....

The only sounds she made where soft little mumbles in her sleep, though they were very faint and very rare. Other than that, she was silent and peaceful. A nice change to the girl who usually was all over the bed all the time.