"I was attacked Kitty." Ororo said calmly. She walked over to a chair and collapsed into it.
Kitty stopped in mid yawn. "You were what? God, are you okay? I'll call the police!" She ran to the phone.
"No, I'm alright. A man saved me before I could be raped."
Ororo sighed as her thoughts shifted to the man. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but when you looked at him all together, there was something animalistic and natural about him.
"Really?! Good God `Ro. I worry about you." Kitty said as she walked around to where Ororo was sitting. She touched her cheek. "You've got a bruise. Need any help with it?"
Ororo shook her head. "I'm fine. Thanks. About your car…"
"What about my car?" Kitty screeched.
"Well…it was gutted by my would be rapist. Don't worry, I'll get you another. I'll let you have that car you admired in the garage the other day." She said, smiling brightly.
"Fine. I'm dead on my feet. You're welcome to crash." Kitty yawned as she walked down the hall. "Goodnight `Ro."
"Goodnight Kitty." Ororo yawned. The attack…it gave her shivers of what could have happened. Memories came unbidden, memories she tried to stomp out of existence.
Daniel Forge slammed down the newspaper, making Ororo, sitting across from him, jump. "Is there something wrong Daniel?" Ororo asked, praying there wasn't.
"Does it matter? You don't care anyway!" Forge looked at her, anger blazing in his eyes.
"Daniel, of course I care. Is it the company?" She asked hesitantly. Forge Industries was the number one priority for Daniel, even more so than anything in his life. That company was his life. "You don't care anyway." Forge said, pouring himself more wine.
Ororo eyed his filling wine glass. "Um…Daniel, don't you think you've had enough? That's your seventh glass…" She trailed off as she caught Forge's look. She quickly shut her mouth and cleared her place. She picked up her teacup and moved for his plate.
He slapped the dishes out of her hand, making them clatter to the ground. Ororo step back fearfully. "Daniel-"
Her words were cut off by Forge delivering a cheek numbing backhand. She fell to the floor in shock. Fear and tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the warm blood trickle out of the side of her mouth…not again…
Ororo tried to stand, but Forge was on her in a minute, his breath hot against her neck, the smell of liquor making it reek.
"Daniel please!" Ororo cried out, struggling. She pushed against his heavy form, her arms sapped of all energy with her fear. Forge ignored her cries, and with his larger frame and heavier bulk, anchored her to the floor, wrestling her shirt off. Tears spilled over onto her cheek as her bra was ripped from her. She tried again to throw him off, and was rewarded with a punch to her left cheek.
The blow left her seeing double, the pain in her face interfering with her breathing. Satisfied that she wouldn't run, Forge stood and disrobed quickly.
Ororo focused slightly, and she saw his throbbing erection spring free of his boxers. He was upon her in a second, ripping her silk pants from her, revealing a pair of satin briefs. He tugged them off, his fingernails scratching welts down the sides of her legs. Crying softly, she braced herself as she felt Forge at her opening. She bit her lip as he plunged cruelly ahead, her teeth drawing blood.
Forge grunted with lust and exertion as he rammed himself inside of her, the alcohol and anger in his mind allowing no room for anything else, as his large, strong hands roughly feeling her breasts. Minutes later, though it seemed hours, Forge came, grunting loudly, sighing in disgust as he rose from atop her. Walking over to the table, he retrieved the wine that laid on hit's side, apdding softly out of the room.
Ororo turned on her side, her whole body hurting. She cried as she struggled to her feet, picking up her clothes and limped to the bathroom.
Ororo stifled as sob as she mad her way out of the condo to her car. Turning off the alarm, she braced herself against her car and cried. Forge…the whole damn reason she was in this crap. When he left her, he made it seem that no man would ever think her desirable, that she would die alone and she was worthless.
She, in some moment of insanity after he left her, thought that she could prove him wrong. Ororo went to the Hall In The Wall and auditioned. The owner told her she was hired as soon as she walked in, but she felt she had to prove herself. When she finished, she received a standing ovation.
Working that same night, she was immediately the best dancer, outclassing and out maneuvering the former best dancer, Vertigo, who disliked Ororo from the beginning. She did everything she could to make Ororo feel badly.
Every night Ororo was the last person to dance, drawing a large crowd every night, many men waiting all night for Ororo to take the stage. When the owner, a man that only went by the name of Sinister, realized she and only she was responsible for the leap in revenue, he dubbed her "the wind rider" and made her a headliner.
Now…it was time to quit. The other girls had become increasingly hostile towards her. She wouldn't be surprised if one of them planned the attack.
Ororo sighed heavily and opened the door to her Jaguar.
Getting in, she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. On the almost deserted road, she allowed her thoughts to travel towards Logan. Of course she remembered the man that knocked the rug from under her.
Such honest eyes, such hurt behind them. They made her want to protect him, oddly enough. He did not look as if he called everyone his friend, but as if someone he let very close to his heart hurt him.
She never singled out patrons before, but for a while, it felt as if they were the only two people left in the room. She smiled at the memory. Come tomorrow night, she was going to quit.
Pulling up to her large mansion, she sighed with relief as she entered the garage. Parking her car among many others, her shoes clicking as she hurried along the dimly lit room.
Entering the house, she almost smiled. Everything was exactly the way Charles left it before he died, making it seem as if his spirit was still in the house.
It had only been two years since he died, and she missed him almost daily. "He wouldn't approve of what you've been doing this past month…" Ororo thought as she ascended the main stairwell. She yawned and stretched, tossing off her clothes as soon as she closed her door. "Tommorrow is going to be a long day." She thought as she stumbled with fatigue towards her bathroom. After a quick shower, she dried off and placed the towel in the hamper. Not bothering with clothes tonight, she slipped into the silken sheets of her king sized water bed and drifted asleep.
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