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Better Days	By : fitzsns Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Interlude One:

"All I Have to Say"
Monday, December 23, 2002
I’m not going to cry, she ordered herself, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She sat on the edge of her bed, the calm adorning her face being nothing but the lull between the heaves of a storm. She battled inwardly not to scream and rage and break every picture frame in the room. At another time in her life, the entire house would have been rubble thirty seconds after she crossed the threshold. Anger management classes ordered by Rutgers University Psych Services had taught her the value of a clear head in situations with the potential for disaster. How was she supposed to know her leering, pawing, needy RA had a glass jaw?
She had to remind herself to breath. In and out. In and out. The mantra helped to keep her head concentrated on herself rather than him. Him. Him and her. In and out. Him and her. In and out. Her. Her. Her.
She flew off the bed snatching one of the ill-fated frames from the dresser. She was faltering and she knew it. As soon as the first teardrop hit the glass, she knew it. Her eyes trailed over their happy faces. His clear blue eyes focused on her. His sanguine smile a product of her presence. Those were my eyes, my smile. And now they belonged to her. Her. Her.
She raised the frame over her head with a jerk, the tears now flowing freely. She hesitated only a moment before hurling it into the opposite wall. She grabbed her next victim before the glass from the first hit the floor. The picture from the Central Park zoo was staring back at her as she moved to subject it to the same fate as the first. Before she could let it fly, a hand grabbed her wrist and another wrapped around her waist from behind.
“Faye, calm down,” he whispered into her hair. She slumped back against his chest, her body racked with sobs.
“Shhhh, baby.”
With that one word, she snapped whirling around, arms flailing. “Never call me that again! You don’t get to call me baby anymore!”
He warded off her pitiful blows as best he could as she backed him up against the wall. He was talking, she knew that much. What he was saying was completely lost on her as she steadied herself enough to deliver a solid slap to his left cheek.
They both stood in shock a moment, catching their breath and staring at each other in disbelief.
“Why?” was the only thing she could manage, her voice hoarse now from crying.
“Faye, I’m sorry.”
His voice, the one whose deep, soothing tones, once made her feel so safe, now made her wretch. “I don’t want to hear ‘I’m sorry.’ I want to know why. Why now? Why her?”
“I can’t explain it, Faye. I love her.”
The only three words that could have devastated her more were now ringing in her ears. He loved someone else. It wasn’t just a slip. It wasn’t just a physical thing. He loved her. Faye’s knees buckled and she fell to the floor, neither able nor wanting to comprehend what was happening any further.
“You love her?” Her voice was barely audible, resembling that of a little girl whose puppy had just been run over. She looked up to see Danny’s face only inches from her own.
“Yes. I didn’t know how to tell you. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe me.”
“What did I do wrong?” Her fingers fisted against the plush carpeting needing something to hold on to but refusing to reach out for him. She felt sick. Letting him see her like this made her physically sick.
“Faye, you didn’t do anything wrong. I love you. I’m just not in love with you.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” she shot back, finding her voice as well as her rage.
“What we had wasn’t forever. You must’ve known that, Faye”
“No I didn’t know that. I guess I was absent the day they taught you how to spot when the person you’re in love with loves you but isn’t in love with you.”
The bitterness in her voice was understandable but still cut into him. “I’m sorry, Faye.”
“I thought I told you I didn’t want to hear that. You’re sorry? That’s the band-aid you want to put on the hole in my heart?” Her voice was shaky as were her hands and she couldn’t believe she’d just uttered the phrase ‘hole in my heart’. The sad part was that it was the only thing that felt right to say. She shuttered as she realized that was exactly what had just happened. She was missing a piece of herself.
“Faye, I know there’s nothing I can say to make this better, right now. But you have to know that no one wanted you to get hurt. No me. Not Gina.”
“How long?”
“What?”
“I thought I was pretty clear, but how about this? How long have you two been fucking?”
“Faye—”
“No, I want to know. Since she started working with you? Since she and I became friends? Since before you gave me this damn ring? This piece of shit, this god damn, meaningless piece of shit.” She struggled to get the white gold band from her finger, cursing its stubbornness. She was finally able to force the diamond off her shaking hand and flung it at the temporarily speechless man across from her.
“No, I proposed long before anything ever happened,” he insisted.
“Oh! Well, thank God for small favors, eh Danny? Let me ask you a question. If you didn’t think this was forever, then why the hell did you give me that ring in the first place?”
“I thought it was at the time.” It sucked that she actually believed him. His sincerity was one of the things she loved most about him. But now, knowing she’d been lied to for so long without a clue… it was disconcerting to say the least. Had he just become really good at lying or had she just become that gullible? Either way, nothing he said carried any weight with her anymore.
“Or maybe I was convenient. Maybe I was the only person in your life that gave a damn about you before knowing that you’re last name meant that you had a trust fund the size of the national budget. The only person to care about you before you started working for daddy’s law firm. Maybe you were clinging to some Prince Charming fantasy. What I want to know is, how do you know she’s for real?” Faye’s tone dripped with venom. She knew exactly how to hit him back. Make him doubt that Gina wanted him and not his money. “I mean, look what happened to me. You both had me pretty damn fooled. I can almost understand my own stupidity when it came to you, but her? She had to have something really special to get by me that easily. How could you ever trust someone who obviously knows exactly what to say to get people to trust her? She’s been looking me in the face for… for… Well, how long has it been? Weeks? Months? She been looking me in the face like she was my friend and I never suspected a damn thing. She didn’t hesitate to stab me in the back like it was nothing. Neither of you did.”
“I don’t know what to tell you Faye. You couldn’t under—”
“Understand? I couldn’t understand love that makes everything else secondary—expendable? I gave up everything for you. I gave up a free ride to Stanford Law to stay in a state school because you wanted me to be close to you in Manhattan. Remember that one? I couldn’t get my spot back now if I tried. But I’m going to tell you something right now. When you find out what betrayal feels like don’t come to me to cry and swap notes because just about anything in my life from now on will supercede you.”
“You don’t mean that, Faye.”
“Don’t I?”
“We’ve meant too much to each other for this to be it. I know you’re hurt now but I still want us to be fr…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the word. The intensity of the look she was giving him made him think twice about saying anything… ever again.
“Danny, the way I’m feeling right now, if you had a heart attack in my presence I’d call my machine to check my messages before I’d call 911.”
He winced, not hurt so much by her anger but unnerved by the seriousness in her voice. He knew her and what she was capable of when she was threatened. “I think we should talk when you’ve calmed down.”
“I think I’ve said all I have to say to you.”
He nodded solemnly before moving to the door.
“Oh, and one more thing,” she said her tone, if possible, even icier than before, “I’ll be out by tonight. You can sleep with her in our bed guilt-free now cus I won’t spend another night here. Never again.”
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