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Hate Is An Understatement
Another night at Harry's Hideaway...The X-Men were engaged
in happy chatter. Gambit was making a move on a sexy young
sophomore girl at the bar who dressed to kill...And divert
the bartender from her real age. Rogue conquered the dance
floor with her slick moves, turning away from men who could
not keep up with her. The basketball incident, that happened
earlier that afternoon, had been forgotten.
"Man, this is one of the best R and R we've had in a
long time," Bobby stretched his limbs lazily, leaning
against his chair.
"Yeah, enjoy it while you still can, we won't be havin'
another one like this in a couple of decades," Scott
"Say it isn't so!!!" Warren intervened.
"Hey! It's Cyclops, remember?" Sam pointed out.
"Oh noooooooooo!" The rest groaned in unison before
erupting into loud laughter. They continued to joke between
themselves...between friends...between family.
Rogue got friendly with a good-looking college boy who approached
her on the dance floor after observing her from afar. He extended
his palm towards Rogue in a silent request for a dance. Rogue
smiled gorgeously and nodded her head, placing her hand into
his. She continued to sway her hips to the rhythm of the loud
music, spontaneously moving her body submitting herself in
the drowning sensation. A grin crept into the boy's lips as
he eyed Rogue's provocative spaghetti strapped slip-on dress.
It was a beautiful shade of lavender which complimented her
fair skin and chestnut tresses. It was satin and as smooth
as her skin. The material slithered across her skin underneath,
whispering forbidden promises.
The boy stepped closer and lightly placed one warm palm on
her buttocks and another on her breast. Rogue tensed, all
she wanted was a harmless dance. Green fire danced in her
eyes, and the boy had the gall to grin. Rogue shoved him hard
and walked away lest she lost control on her temper and her
surging emotions. She had worked so hard to keep her emotions
in check. She was not about to lose it to some worthless scum.
She hastily crossed the dance floor towards the doors.
Remy noticed her gruff movements and looked up from his conversation.
Without looking at the sophomore, he excused himself and went
after her. She disappeared behind the closing doors. Remy
followed her outside. He found her huddling on the steps.
He approached her slowly, thinking of what to say.
Finally, "Chere.. you ok?"
Rogue nodded slightly. Unconvinced, Remy climbed down the
steps, standing, facing her distraught features.
"Just some college guy...he..uh..kinda just touched
me...," Rogue stuttered, visibly shaken.
Remy felt a tightening in his jaw, and hissed, "Where?"
She told him, and his temper flared.
"I gonna kill him..."
Rogue winced at the harshness of his voice. "It was
nuthin' Gambit! It was an accident for all ah know...Please..Don't,"
She stood up grabbing onto his sleeves with both hands. Gambit
looked down at her troubled face, her spirit crushed. Remy
knew that Rogue had the strength to teach that bastard a lesson...But
he also knew that Rogue would not show her true abilities...Or
emotions for that matter in public. He had the strongest urge
to gut the sucker. Rogue looked so helpless. His anger was
unquenched and Rogue saw it in his eyes."It mighta been
my own fault, Remy. Maybe ah asked fer it..." she continued
"Whaddaya mean it's your fault?" Gambit demanded,
"Cuz a horny pup couldn't keep 'is slimy hands offa femme...It's
your fault?" That was a perfect distraction and Rogue
"Whaddaya care anyway?" Rogue spat, steering the
conversation from her plight. Remy watched her bite back her
"Course I care!!! Some rat from a gutter comin' up t'
take liberties wit' my team mate!"
Rogue laughed cruelly.
"Really now! Ah was thinkin' y'all and him could start
a club or somethin'."
Her tone was hysterical, Remy knew she was not thinking straight
with all that happened recently...But her words dug deep and
"Dat a was a lil' below de belt chere."
"Yeah well...Ah've had so many bad experiences with
different things; it just stops hurtin'."
Lie, that was such a big lie.
Remy looked at her incredulously. Did she really believe
that lie all those years she had lived her life? Her voice
broke when she said that...How could it still not hurt? This
southern girl who stood, hugging herself, shivering, could
brave through battles without flinching before an enemy, who
could do some serious damage was now afraid, and helpless,
suddenly unable to defend herself.
As if sensing his thoughts, Rogue just replied, "Don't
ya go worryin'...It's personal, my own burden."
"It's always dat same line, chere," Remy replied
Rogue looked down, her brown locks masking her pained face.
She turned around slowly and started walking away, towards
the mansion, no doubt.
"See ya later, Remy."
Continued in Chapter
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