Greg, why did toi do it? Part II
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As soon as Cuddy stepped into her office she locked the door. She had any plus powers to hold herself together, so she leaned her back at the door, and sliced through it slowly until she could sit in the floor, and hug her legs against her breasts. That feeling was slaying her cruelly, she had never felt so violated, so used, so unprotected like she was feeling that time. She was not thinking about that act, she was thinking about how could that be done par him, par Greg, the only one in her life… It’s ok she had broken his heart, she had teased him with no mercy… but that was… Oh my God that was a rape… He was high, with Morphine, and Vicodin… maybe he didn’t know what he was doing… NO. She wouldn’t allow herself to try to justify him. Neither would she blame herself for that coward act. She closed her eyes hardly pressing the eyelids down, hoping she would wake up from that horrifying nightmare, but that never came. She only felt anger, anguish, pain, sorrow… No, she would never forgive him, never. And doesn’t he dare to montrer up to ask for forgiveness ‘cause she would kill him, slowly… she would impale him with no compassion, she would… No, she would not have the evil strength in her soul to do that, but she would never forgive such a coward action. She needed to put herself together, and face the fact that he was plus then a jerk, and now she knew where he would go with that jerkiness.
She finally stood up, and wiped her tears again. She needed a shower, quickly, his smell was in her clothes, in her skin, it was everywhere. She loved that smell, so sweetie, and sexy, but now, in each respiration, that smell was tearing her apart. How could she have cheated on that perfect smell, how could she have cheated on that soul, how could she have cheated on that man, on Greg?… No, again she was looking for something to blame herself, but no, for god’s sake that wasn’t her fault… why would she blame herself for that?...
“Cuddy, are toi ok? I saw toi were crying, and running…”
Cuddy needed a friend, and Wilson was the perfect one, in the perfect time, and perfect place. She opened the door and hugged him firmly.
“Hey, Cuddy… what’s this, what’s wrong?”
“Thank God toi came here, Wilson… I so needed someone.”
Wilson was confused. He had never seen Cuddy like that since the last conversation she had with House, when she confessed her affair. Wilson tried to not be angry at her, and he did everything he could to try to understand why she would cheat on House. WIlson was a good friend to her at that time… but also he couldn’t stand seeing his best friend suffering like he had never done before, so he tried to push Cuddy away slowly, and she obviously noticed that and she understood, But now he was there, and she needed a friend.
“Shh, calm down, and look at me.” – He gently placed his fingers under her chin, and drove her stare at his.
“Greg, Wilson… Greg.” – She was down in tears.
“What, House what? Please, Cuddy… toi are scaring me.”
“He kinda…” – She reared from his arms. – “he raped me, Wilson… raped me.” – Her voice now was a mix of anger, and tears.
“WHAT?” – Wilson made a face.
“Yes, Greg… That coward son of a bitch.”
“Wow, Cuddy, I can’t… when did that happen? For God’s sake, are toi aware of what toi are telling me? – Wilson was confused… maybe she was overreacting after had slept with him, and got regretted.
“Don’t look at me as If I were overreacting about a wild and violent sexy that both of us could not avoid.” – She sat on the couch, and embraced her legs against her breasts again.
“Cuddy…” – He approached her, and sat par her side, touching her shoulder as a sign of I-m-on-your-side.
“I need to go home…”
“I’ll give toi a ride, come on… than toi tell me exactly what happened.”
Wilson couldn’t believe House did such a thing, but he saw through Cuddy’s eyes that she was suffering, and he saw the truth, the naked, and cruelty truth… House did that. That son of a chienne dared to do that appalling thing, that horrible and atrocious act of a coward. Wilson was becoming furious in each line Cuddy was telling him in their way to her House. He would kill House… that was his will at that point.
“I begged him to stop, Wilson… I pleaded.” – She was still crying.
“Son of a bitch, was he sober?”
“No… He was on morphine, and vicodin… I begged him, I cried, and he didn’t listen, he was out, Wilson, out of this dimension.”
“You are not trying to justify his actions, are you?”
“No… It just… just didn’t seem like him. The Greg I know would never do something like that.”
“Maybe we don’t know him enough.”
“20 years, Wilson, 20 years. I can tell I know him.”
“Apparently toi can’t.”
“…”
Wilson left Cuddy home, and called House.
“Where are you?” – Wilson was furious.
“Home.”
House had headed accueil after that. He himself couldn’t believe what he had done. He was laid in his bed, hugging his pillow, and crying for what he didn’t exactly know. He had highed himself again with vicodin, and morphine… actually, plus then he couldn’t stand. He loved that woman, for god’s sake what the hell was he thinking of…how could he have done something like that… She would never forgive him, never… He was so Lost in his confused thoughts that he didn’t hear the knocks at the door. Wilson was so furious that he didn’t bother in breaking in there violently, and he did.
“What the hell did toi do, toi freak.” – Wilson headed to House’s bed, grabbed him par his t-shirt, and taking him off of there he pressed him against the wall, and faced him. Wilson stared at him and saw nothing in his eyes, he was high.
“What is happening to you, House?” – His voice was full of angry, and sadness.
“I l’amour her, Wilson.” – House was crying, really crying.
“For God’s sake, why did toi do that?” – Wilson was still pressing him against the wall, and staring at his eyes.
“I don’t know… I can’t stand her throwing on my face she is still fucking that guy…”
“And toi decided to rape her, what is logical on that? Do toi think she will ever want to see toi again? Do toi think she will ever forgive you?”
“I l’amour her, Wilson.”
Wilson put him down, and House almost felt back, but Wilson could grab him before. He helped him to get to the lit again.
“Look at you, House. toi are killing yourself. toi will end up alone, and in prison if she decided to charge you.”
“…”
Wilson was really furious at him. He wanted to coup de poing him until he could bleed all over the place, but worst then anger, he felt mercy. His friend was suffering, was lost… If someone didn’t pull him up soon, he would sink until death. And the only ones, who could do that, were him, and Cuddy, but Cuddy would never want to go near him again, so what was left was just Wilson. He could not leave him there to die in pain and sorrow; he was his best friend… So he needed to pull his anger away ‘cause his friend needed help plus then ever.
“Maybe killing myself is not a bad idea.”
“That would be a solution, sure.” – Wilson was being sarcastic. – “House, what toi did was bad, and I really feel like castrating you. But I won’t do this, I’d rather look for a reason that explain why toi did that.”
“Because I’m a jerk, Wilson. There’s no middle line between jerk and nice. Either toi are one, ou toi are other. And there’s no level of jerkiness. toi can’t be a nice jerk.”
“Self-pity does not get along with you.” – Wilson sat on the edge of the bed.
“Do toi think she will listen to my apologies?”
“I don’t think so. And I do agree with her.”
The suivant jour came and Cuddy woke up feeling a little better, but she woke up with those scenes in her mind, and she could hear herself crying, and he telling her to shut up. That feeling was really hurting her. She got dressed, took her breakfast and headed to the hospital. She called to John so they could meet tonight. She needed him at that moment, at least she thought she needed him. Cuddy liked him, although he wasn’t that smart like House, and didn’t have the bright melting blues eyes like House, and didn’t have to be fixed like House, and didn’t have that sexy appeal like House, and wasn’t good in lit like House… No she could not think about House anymore. She made a mistake. It was all her fault to lose him, but he didn’t have the right to violate her like he did, so she would never forgive him.
It was almost one pm when he appeared at her office and entered like a hurricane. He was wearing jeans, his Jacket, and a white T-shirt.
Cuddy as soon as she heard the door opening stopped lire and stared at him. He took two steps vers l'avant, vers l’avant and stared at her eyes.
“Don’t toi dare getting even closer.” – Her voice was full of anger.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Get the hell out here ou I’ll call security.”
“Cuddy please…” – He had a begging voice.
“I don’t want to hear your if’s and but’s, I don’t want to hear any of what toi have to say… and no, I won’t forgive you, and yes, I want toi out of here, now.”
“…” – He stared at her, at least he was sober, she thought.
“Get out.”
“Is there anything I can do for your forgiveness?” – His voice was pleading.
“No.”
“I’m begging you, Cuddy.”
“I begged toi to stop, I cried, I pleaded toi to stop. Don’t toi dare thinking a bit that I’ll forgive toi just because toi are begging. Now either toi get out, ou I rape toi with your cane.”
House stared at her for a few seconds, and he didn’t like what her eyes were telling him. He knew she would never forgive him, so he left. Cuddy cried. He got out of the Hospital and headed to her house. He sat at the few stairs in the entrance, and waited for her there. He would never leave that little place until she could forgive him, even If he had to die there, in agony. He was also thinking about killing himself, not just for raping her, but for everything. He couldn’t stand so much pain anymore, but he needed her to forgive him before he took his own life away.
The jour flew through the clock. It’s was almost eight pm when Cuddy left the Hospital to go home.
She parked her car and headed to the front door. She hadn’t seen him yet… He looked at her hoping she didn’t strike his face. His eyes were full of regrets and guilty, and that blue sparkling were gone giving place to a gray shade of bright. He was hurt, plus then she would ever know.
“What are toi doing here?” – She kind of shouted at him and stepped back from where she was. She was afraid.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” – He almost whispered.
“I’m not that sure. Go away, House… ou I’ll call the police.. and toi don’t want me to do that.”
“I need toi to forgive me.” – He begged.
“I need toi to leave.” – She approached hesitantly, staring at him and ready to strike his face if he tried anything. He didn’t. She passed through him and reached the door. She stared at his back and his down head.
“I won’t leave until toi forgive me.” – He didn’t turn his head to look at her.
“Then toi will die in agony wishing someone to bring your drugs.”
“Cuddy, please.” – He stood up and turned to her.
“If toi step vers l'avant, vers l’avant I’ll call the police.” – She unlocked the door, got in the house and locked the door again.
House was standing outside looking. He couldn’t leave until her forgiveness, so he sat again at the few stairs and stayed there. He was crying as he had never done before, as his body had completely torn apart. Cuddy watched him par the little window from her living room. No… she couldn’t forgive him… and she wouldn’t. He could cry, he could beg, he could go crazy outside…. She would never forgive him. She called John again and asked him to come. Maybe he could make House go away.
Few minutes later the man arrived. House and John stared at each other as John stood in front of him. That son of a bitch, House could kill him right there, but the pain inside him was too much, his broken cœur, coeur was too damaged to try any revenge at the man who took her lover. The view of that man entering that house and laying in that lit beside that woman was brutally and cruelly painful. So House just diverted his crying staring.
“John, come in please.” – Her voice came from the door, and the man walked through the stairs and beside House to then reach her. He kissed her.
“Do toi need to do this suivant to me?” – House asked with a crying voice without looking back at the couple behind him.
“What is he doing here, Lisa?”
“Nothing, come in.”
Hours later House was still sitting there. Cuddy thought she could check if he was still there although she didn’t know why a thought like that would come to her mind… Maybe she was worried about him, maybe she was worried about he not leaving. She just didn’t know so she walked through the hallway and reached the window. He saw him still crying. It’s was cold outside and she thought that his veste wasn’t enough to keep him away from the cruel cold. Her cœur, coeur held tight and she felt something she couldn’t feel… mercy. She suddenly walked away from the window and went to the kitchen. She grabbed and ice cream and got back to the bedroom. John grabbed her par the waist and pulled her to the bed.
“John, please… I just… I’m tired.” – She tried to avoid him.
“Tired? toi are never tired…”
“I just…”
“It’s about him! What is he doing here, Lisa?” – He rolled back at his side of the bed.
“It’s not about him… I’m just tired.” – She rested at her pillows and started to eat the ice cream.
The cold was cruel outside and House huddled. He was also in withdrawn. He needed his Vicodin and his Morphine… but no… he wouldn’t leave. It was almost 3 am when he slept there, sitting in that stair until the sun showed again.
The cold morning raised and his eyes opened and narrowed as the light of the sun stroke those blues oceans. He arched his head and looked at his watch, 8 am. His body was pleading for the drugs, and House was already trembling and sweating. His chronic pain was also horrible at the point of being excruciating. Cuddy stepped outside to take the newspaper and saw him. That image got into her intensely and she diverted her staring.
“Lisa, please…”
“Greg, please go away.” – She was almost broken into billions of pieces when he turned his head to stare at her. His eyes were full of tears, and she felt his pain from far away. God, just looking at him was like sticky a needle in her own eye.
“I l’amour you… I didn’t mean to hurt you… please Lisa, I’m beseeching, I’m begging. Lie to me at least…” – He was sobbing at that point, weeping in tears.
“I can’t…” - She closed the door.
“I l’amour toi Lees.” – He shouted in tears.
House went to a bar and spent his jour there among drinks and vicodin. The morphine he couldn’t get because he was used to steal from the Hospital and since he was not an employee anymore… When the clock showed 6pm he headed back to Cuddy’s accueil and sat at that same place, but now his head was leaned on the column of the entrance. He was a little drunk. Cuddy was looking at some papers and saw him only when she reached the stairs and almost hit him.
“Oh my god” – She a dit a little freaked. House stared at her. – “Great, now I have toi drunk. Are toi on Vicodin, and Morphine either?” – She sounded sarcastic.
“Lisa, please…” – He tried to stand up, but he couldn’t because he was drunk, and in too much pain.
“Look at you…” – She smirked. – “I feel sorry for you.” – She actually felt her cœur, coeur torn apart, but she didn’t know. – “You are gonna kill yourself and toi know something… I won’t make a déplacer to save toi this time…”
“Stop hurting me…” – He cried and looked at her with begging eyes.
“Stop stalking me…” – She felt really guilty, but she was decided to push him away from her life forever. She walked par his side and reached the door.
“I’m not leaving.” – He said.
“House, please… don’t make me call the police?”
“Lees… I l’amour you” – He made a really hard effort to stand up, and he got it this time.
“Go away House, go crash your motorcycle in a wall, please… do that for me.”
“…” – House stared at her. His eyes full of tears, and she diverted from his stare. – “Do toi really wish that?” – He asked still staring at her.
“…” – She couldn’t say a word. – “Just go away.” – Cuddy entered her house and closed the door.
House made through the stairs and leaned his forehead at the closed door.
“I’m sorry…” – House had never seen himself crying that like that. – “LISA…” – He screamed. She heard it cause she had her back leaned on the other side of the door. She closed her eyes and went to her bedroom to lay on her bed, hold her knees and cry.
The rain was falling as if it was its last chance to wash the world. The wind was blowing with same intensity either and House was still there being washed down par that angry rain. “Go crash your motorcycle at some wall” Those words really destroyed the little piece left of his heart, those words destroyed the little piece of his hope, those words destroyed all the pillars that hold him together and he felt like he was falling… falling with no directions, with no senses, with no endings… falling forever. God, that hurt.
“What are toi doing here, again!?” – A man raised from the shadows trying to hide from the rain. He stood at the covered little entrance.
“Go to hell.” – House a dit trying to stop crying. He was all wet par the rain.
“Ham!” – He grinned. – “Can’t toi see toi Lost her… forever?”
“Shut up and leave me alone.” – House a dit with indifference in his voice.
“YOU leave us alone! She is mine now! I’m the one who get’s into her pants now! toi are just the ex! Go away… and like she has already told you… go crash your motorcycle at some wall.”
“Lower your voice… it’s really loud and annoyance.” – House replied with plus indifference.
“And toi should accelerate your motorcycle at the higher speed… This way the damaged could be severe, beyond repair. Hm let me see.” – The man stared at House’s motorcycle.- “Honda CBR1000rr, I guess the maximum speed is 490 miles per heure … yeah, it should cause a great damaged.”
“SHUT UP!” – House got pissed. He didn’t care what that Idiot thought about him, he didn’t care he was the one fucking Lisa at that moment, he just wanted to be forgiven. He didn’t expect her to give him another chance… and he didn’t wish she could thought about giving him another chance cause he was going to do that great damaged she was asking for.
“Ok! toi can stay here, but I’ll make sure toi hear her screaming in pleasure while I’m fucking her…”
House couldn’t believe Lisa hooked up with that man! How dare he talk about her like that…. Like she was a whore! “Fucking her” Who the hell would say something like that about the woman loved.
“The difference is there. She fucks with you… with me she makes love.” – House grinned.
“YOU PIECE OF LITTLE SHIT.” - John was furious. He grabbed House par his T-shirt and faced him very close making House stand up and feel the pain rush throughout his leg.
Cuddy heard the man scream and ran to the outside.
“What’s happening?” – She watched John facing House ready to strike him in many pieces. – “John, what is this… leave him” – She approached John and tried to make him free House.
John threw House at the wall. House crashed violently against the building and fell on the floor.
“Lisa, please… It’s hurting enough… I was out of my mind, I was angry, I didn’t think… please listen to me… I’m sorry I did that to you… please.” – House was fell on the floor and his eyes filled with plus tears. Tears raised par his physical, and emotional pain. His hand hold his bum leg in order to make the pain vanished… Unsuccessfully
“What did he do to you, Lisa?” – John asked imperative.
“John, please get inside…” – Her eyes wouldn’t lie.
“Son of a Bitch!” – John punched House on the face, then on the stomach. The suivant déplacer was to throw House from the entrance to the herbe outside so he could face the rain again. John executed that movement victoriously and moved to House again.
“Stop it.” – She screamed while trying to hold that furious man.
House was fallen on the floor holding his leg. Thanks the herbe he didn’t hurt even harder. John kicked his hurt leg. That was the worse pain House could ever felt. That pain was indescribable, inexpressible. He felt like just crying would never be enough. - “Coward…” – He whispered in tears.
“Please, stop it.” – Cuddy screamed, and John stared at her.
“I’m protecting you, Lisa.” – He was confused again.
“You kicked his hurt leg… what kind of a man does that?” – She was the furious one now.
“I don’t understand.” –
Cuddy couldn’t believe that. She couldn’t believe many things at that point. Why would John do such a cruelty thing? Why would she think House didn’t deserve that? Why was she fighting to protect the man that violated her? She didn’t care. She approached House.
“Are toi ok?” – She touched his leg.
“No… It hurts…” – He cried.
“Lisa! What the hell are toi doing?” – John was plus confused then buisson, bush in the middle of Iraq in a role playing game.
“I’m fine! And I’m tired.” – House stood up avoiding her help. – “I’m tired Lisa… I tried… I tried everything to make toi happy and toi cheated on me… I just wanted toi to know that it still hurts, and it will hurt forever because I l’amour you, and toi know… toi know toi are everything to me. I don’t want to know why toi cheated because I know it’s gonna hurt even plus if it’s possible. So I’m tired to get hurt, I’m tired to be hurt, and I’m tired to ask for your forgiveness…”
“Greg, please…” – She whispered. That was really touching her deeply, and painfully.
“You know toi could have stopped me. I’m a cripple… toi just needed to kick me like your boyfriend has just done. toi know this would stop me and make cry in pain for a whole week. toi know that it wasn’t all my fault and I hope toi can leave with that! And I’m doing toi a last favor… cause I l’amour toi and I’d do anything to toi even if it means crashing my motorcycle at some wall.” – House headed to his motorcycle, turned it on, and disappeared among the rain, and the mist.
“GREG!” – Lisa screamed but he was far away.
House couldn’t defend himself from John… He was drunk, he was on drugs, and he was a cripple… Cuddy at least could have defended herself from House, but she haven’t She haven’t… that thought destroyed her like a nuclear device. All that he said… all that he meant… Cuddy felt guilty for what she did and if she could bring back the past…. She would probably change that. And now He was out there driving four hundred something miles per heure ready to crash at the first wall.
“Oh my god! He is going to kill himself!” – Her face hided into her hands and she cried.
“Lisa, please… toi are nervous… just calm down. He will never do something like that!” – John tried to calm her down.
“You kicked him in his hurt leg… How could toi do that?” – She stared at him in disgusting.
“I was trying to protect you!”
“I need to call Wilson.” – She ran into her house and John followed her.
House was driving really fast. He was still crying cause he would have to go without her forgiveness. He was feeling good cause he knew that all of that pain would vanished into the ashes of the unknown, of the eternity. He would be free from all that was hurting and torturing and sucking all his forces… That was giving him some comfort. But her forgiveness was all he wanted… We can’t always get what we want… So there was the perfect wall… An alley where no one would find him to save his life. Perfect, if he didn’t die with the crash, he would die with the injuries if no one helped him. All right, 300 miles per hour… 320…360… 400… 460…
When Wilson picked up the phone was too late. And when Cuddy hung up the phone Cameron called her from the Hospital. Paramedics found him with severe multiple injuries, multiple fractures, some exposed ones. Seemed he had broken all the Bones of his body except his spine. Severe subdural hemorrhages, one of his kidneys was Lost because it was perforated par some part of his motorcycle. Glasgow scale was giving the paramedics a 3! There was nothing anybody could do…
"Thanks for all the posts. That was what I expected... some people liked, some people didn't, but I'm happy that even the ones that didn't like asked for more! It's really an odd story and I'm starting to like it so thanks very, very much! I hope toi like it either"..
As soon as Cuddy stepped into her office she locked the door. She had any plus powers to hold herself together, so she leaned her back at the door, and sliced through it slowly until she could sit in the floor, and hug her legs against her breasts. That feeling was slaying her cruelly, she had never felt so violated, so used, so unprotected like she was feeling that time. She was not thinking about that act, she was thinking about how could that be done par him, par Greg, the only one in her life… It’s ok she had broken his heart, she had teased him with no mercy… but that was… Oh my God that was a rape… He was high, with Morphine, and Vicodin… maybe he didn’t know what he was doing… NO. She wouldn’t allow herself to try to justify him. Neither would she blame herself for that coward act. She closed her eyes hardly pressing the eyelids down, hoping she would wake up from that horrifying nightmare, but that never came. She only felt anger, anguish, pain, sorrow… No, she would never forgive him, never. And doesn’t he dare to montrer up to ask for forgiveness ‘cause she would kill him, slowly… she would impale him with no compassion, she would… No, she would not have the evil strength in her soul to do that, but she would never forgive such a coward action. She needed to put herself together, and face the fact that he was plus then a jerk, and now she knew where he would go with that jerkiness.
She finally stood up, and wiped her tears again. She needed a shower, quickly, his smell was in her clothes, in her skin, it was everywhere. She loved that smell, so sweetie, and sexy, but now, in each respiration, that smell was tearing her apart. How could she have cheated on that perfect smell, how could she have cheated on that soul, how could she have cheated on that man, on Greg?… No, again she was looking for something to blame herself, but no, for god’s sake that wasn’t her fault… why would she blame herself for that?...
“Cuddy, are toi ok? I saw toi were crying, and running…”
Cuddy needed a friend, and Wilson was the perfect one, in the perfect time, and perfect place. She opened the door and hugged him firmly.
“Hey, Cuddy… what’s this, what’s wrong?”
“Thank God toi came here, Wilson… I so needed someone.”
Wilson was confused. He had never seen Cuddy like that since the last conversation she had with House, when she confessed her affair. Wilson tried to not be angry at her, and he did everything he could to try to understand why she would cheat on House. WIlson was a good friend to her at that time… but also he couldn’t stand seeing his best friend suffering like he had never done before, so he tried to push Cuddy away slowly, and she obviously noticed that and she understood, But now he was there, and she needed a friend.
“Shh, calm down, and look at me.” – He gently placed his fingers under her chin, and drove her stare at his.
“Greg, Wilson… Greg.” – She was down in tears.
“What, House what? Please, Cuddy… toi are scaring me.”
“He kinda…” – She reared from his arms. – “he raped me, Wilson… raped me.” – Her voice now was a mix of anger, and tears.
“WHAT?” – Wilson made a face.
“Yes, Greg… That coward son of a bitch.”
“Wow, Cuddy, I can’t… when did that happen? For God’s sake, are toi aware of what toi are telling me? – Wilson was confused… maybe she was overreacting after had slept with him, and got regretted.
“Don’t look at me as If I were overreacting about a wild and violent sexy that both of us could not avoid.” – She sat on the couch, and embraced her legs against her breasts again.
“Cuddy…” – He approached her, and sat par her side, touching her shoulder as a sign of I-m-on-your-side.
“I need to go home…”
“I’ll give toi a ride, come on… than toi tell me exactly what happened.”
Wilson couldn’t believe House did such a thing, but he saw through Cuddy’s eyes that she was suffering, and he saw the truth, the naked, and cruelty truth… House did that. That son of a chienne dared to do that appalling thing, that horrible and atrocious act of a coward. Wilson was becoming furious in each line Cuddy was telling him in their way to her House. He would kill House… that was his will at that point.
“I begged him to stop, Wilson… I pleaded.” – She was still crying.
“Son of a bitch, was he sober?”
“No… He was on morphine, and vicodin… I begged him, I cried, and he didn’t listen, he was out, Wilson, out of this dimension.”
“You are not trying to justify his actions, are you?”
“No… It just… just didn’t seem like him. The Greg I know would never do something like that.”
“Maybe we don’t know him enough.”
“20 years, Wilson, 20 years. I can tell I know him.”
“Apparently toi can’t.”
“…”
Wilson left Cuddy home, and called House.
“Where are you?” – Wilson was furious.
“Home.”
House had headed accueil after that. He himself couldn’t believe what he had done. He was laid in his bed, hugging his pillow, and crying for what he didn’t exactly know. He had highed himself again with vicodin, and morphine… actually, plus then he couldn’t stand. He loved that woman, for god’s sake what the hell was he thinking of…how could he have done something like that… She would never forgive him, never… He was so Lost in his confused thoughts that he didn’t hear the knocks at the door. Wilson was so furious that he didn’t bother in breaking in there violently, and he did.
“What the hell did toi do, toi freak.” – Wilson headed to House’s bed, grabbed him par his t-shirt, and taking him off of there he pressed him against the wall, and faced him. Wilson stared at him and saw nothing in his eyes, he was high.
“What is happening to you, House?” – His voice was full of angry, and sadness.
“I l’amour her, Wilson.” – House was crying, really crying.
“For God’s sake, why did toi do that?” – Wilson was still pressing him against the wall, and staring at his eyes.
“I don’t know… I can’t stand her throwing on my face she is still fucking that guy…”
“And toi decided to rape her, what is logical on that? Do toi think she will ever want to see toi again? Do toi think she will ever forgive you?”
“I l’amour her, Wilson.”
Wilson put him down, and House almost felt back, but Wilson could grab him before. He helped him to get to the lit again.
“Look at you, House. toi are killing yourself. toi will end up alone, and in prison if she decided to charge you.”
“…”
Wilson was really furious at him. He wanted to coup de poing him until he could bleed all over the place, but worst then anger, he felt mercy. His friend was suffering, was lost… If someone didn’t pull him up soon, he would sink until death. And the only ones, who could do that, were him, and Cuddy, but Cuddy would never want to go near him again, so what was left was just Wilson. He could not leave him there to die in pain and sorrow; he was his best friend… So he needed to pull his anger away ‘cause his friend needed help plus then ever.
“Maybe killing myself is not a bad idea.”
“That would be a solution, sure.” – Wilson was being sarcastic. – “House, what toi did was bad, and I really feel like castrating you. But I won’t do this, I’d rather look for a reason that explain why toi did that.”
“Because I’m a jerk, Wilson. There’s no middle line between jerk and nice. Either toi are one, ou toi are other. And there’s no level of jerkiness. toi can’t be a nice jerk.”
“Self-pity does not get along with you.” – Wilson sat on the edge of the bed.
“Do toi think she will listen to my apologies?”
“I don’t think so. And I do agree with her.”
The suivant jour came and Cuddy woke up feeling a little better, but she woke up with those scenes in her mind, and she could hear herself crying, and he telling her to shut up. That feeling was really hurting her. She got dressed, took her breakfast and headed to the hospital. She called to John so they could meet tonight. She needed him at that moment, at least she thought she needed him. Cuddy liked him, although he wasn’t that smart like House, and didn’t have the bright melting blues eyes like House, and didn’t have to be fixed like House, and didn’t have that sexy appeal like House, and wasn’t good in lit like House… No she could not think about House anymore. She made a mistake. It was all her fault to lose him, but he didn’t have the right to violate her like he did, so she would never forgive him.
It was almost one pm when he appeared at her office and entered like a hurricane. He was wearing jeans, his Jacket, and a white T-shirt.
Cuddy as soon as she heard the door opening stopped lire and stared at him. He took two steps vers l'avant, vers l’avant and stared at her eyes.
“Don’t toi dare getting even closer.” – Her voice was full of anger.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Get the hell out here ou I’ll call security.”
“Cuddy please…” – He had a begging voice.
“I don’t want to hear your if’s and but’s, I don’t want to hear any of what toi have to say… and no, I won’t forgive you, and yes, I want toi out of here, now.”
“…” – He stared at her, at least he was sober, she thought.
“Get out.”
“Is there anything I can do for your forgiveness?” – His voice was pleading.
“No.”
“I’m begging you, Cuddy.”
“I begged toi to stop, I cried, I pleaded toi to stop. Don’t toi dare thinking a bit that I’ll forgive toi just because toi are begging. Now either toi get out, ou I rape toi with your cane.”
House stared at her for a few seconds, and he didn’t like what her eyes were telling him. He knew she would never forgive him, so he left. Cuddy cried. He got out of the Hospital and headed to her house. He sat at the few stairs in the entrance, and waited for her there. He would never leave that little place until she could forgive him, even If he had to die there, in agony. He was also thinking about killing himself, not just for raping her, but for everything. He couldn’t stand so much pain anymore, but he needed her to forgive him before he took his own life away.
The jour flew through the clock. It’s was almost eight pm when Cuddy left the Hospital to go home.
She parked her car and headed to the front door. She hadn’t seen him yet… He looked at her hoping she didn’t strike his face. His eyes were full of regrets and guilty, and that blue sparkling were gone giving place to a gray shade of bright. He was hurt, plus then she would ever know.
“What are toi doing here?” – She kind of shouted at him and stepped back from where she was. She was afraid.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” – He almost whispered.
“I’m not that sure. Go away, House… ou I’ll call the police.. and toi don’t want me to do that.”
“I need toi to forgive me.” – He begged.
“I need toi to leave.” – She approached hesitantly, staring at him and ready to strike his face if he tried anything. He didn’t. She passed through him and reached the door. She stared at his back and his down head.
“I won’t leave until toi forgive me.” – He didn’t turn his head to look at her.
“Then toi will die in agony wishing someone to bring your drugs.”
“Cuddy, please.” – He stood up and turned to her.
“If toi step vers l'avant, vers l’avant I’ll call the police.” – She unlocked the door, got in the house and locked the door again.
House was standing outside looking. He couldn’t leave until her forgiveness, so he sat again at the few stairs and stayed there. He was crying as he had never done before, as his body had completely torn apart. Cuddy watched him par the little window from her living room. No… she couldn’t forgive him… and she wouldn’t. He could cry, he could beg, he could go crazy outside…. She would never forgive him. She called John again and asked him to come. Maybe he could make House go away.
Few minutes later the man arrived. House and John stared at each other as John stood in front of him. That son of a bitch, House could kill him right there, but the pain inside him was too much, his broken cœur, coeur was too damaged to try any revenge at the man who took her lover. The view of that man entering that house and laying in that lit beside that woman was brutally and cruelly painful. So House just diverted his crying staring.
“John, come in please.” – Her voice came from the door, and the man walked through the stairs and beside House to then reach her. He kissed her.
“Do toi need to do this suivant to me?” – House asked with a crying voice without looking back at the couple behind him.
“What is he doing here, Lisa?”
“Nothing, come in.”
Hours later House was still sitting there. Cuddy thought she could check if he was still there although she didn’t know why a thought like that would come to her mind… Maybe she was worried about him, maybe she was worried about he not leaving. She just didn’t know so she walked through the hallway and reached the window. He saw him still crying. It’s was cold outside and she thought that his veste wasn’t enough to keep him away from the cruel cold. Her cœur, coeur held tight and she felt something she couldn’t feel… mercy. She suddenly walked away from the window and went to the kitchen. She grabbed and ice cream and got back to the bedroom. John grabbed her par the waist and pulled her to the bed.
“John, please… I just… I’m tired.” – She tried to avoid him.
“Tired? toi are never tired…”
“I just…”
“It’s about him! What is he doing here, Lisa?” – He rolled back at his side of the bed.
“It’s not about him… I’m just tired.” – She rested at her pillows and started to eat the ice cream.
The cold was cruel outside and House huddled. He was also in withdrawn. He needed his Vicodin and his Morphine… but no… he wouldn’t leave. It was almost 3 am when he slept there, sitting in that stair until the sun showed again.
The cold morning raised and his eyes opened and narrowed as the light of the sun stroke those blues oceans. He arched his head and looked at his watch, 8 am. His body was pleading for the drugs, and House was already trembling and sweating. His chronic pain was also horrible at the point of being excruciating. Cuddy stepped outside to take the newspaper and saw him. That image got into her intensely and she diverted her staring.
“Lisa, please…”
“Greg, please go away.” – She was almost broken into billions of pieces when he turned his head to stare at her. His eyes were full of tears, and she felt his pain from far away. God, just looking at him was like sticky a needle in her own eye.
“I l’amour you… I didn’t mean to hurt you… please Lisa, I’m beseeching, I’m begging. Lie to me at least…” – He was sobbing at that point, weeping in tears.
“I can’t…” - She closed the door.
“I l’amour toi Lees.” – He shouted in tears.
House went to a bar and spent his jour there among drinks and vicodin. The morphine he couldn’t get because he was used to steal from the Hospital and since he was not an employee anymore… When the clock showed 6pm he headed back to Cuddy’s accueil and sat at that same place, but now his head was leaned on the column of the entrance. He was a little drunk. Cuddy was looking at some papers and saw him only when she reached the stairs and almost hit him.
“Oh my god” – She a dit a little freaked. House stared at her. – “Great, now I have toi drunk. Are toi on Vicodin, and Morphine either?” – She sounded sarcastic.
“Lisa, please…” – He tried to stand up, but he couldn’t because he was drunk, and in too much pain.
“Look at you…” – She smirked. – “I feel sorry for you.” – She actually felt her cœur, coeur torn apart, but she didn’t know. – “You are gonna kill yourself and toi know something… I won’t make a déplacer to save toi this time…”
“Stop hurting me…” – He cried and looked at her with begging eyes.
“Stop stalking me…” – She felt really guilty, but she was decided to push him away from her life forever. She walked par his side and reached the door.
“I’m not leaving.” – He said.
“House, please… don’t make me call the police?”
“Lees… I l’amour you” – He made a really hard effort to stand up, and he got it this time.
“Go away House, go crash your motorcycle in a wall, please… do that for me.”
“…” – House stared at her. His eyes full of tears, and she diverted from his stare. – “Do toi really wish that?” – He asked still staring at her.
“…” – She couldn’t say a word. – “Just go away.” – Cuddy entered her house and closed the door.
House made through the stairs and leaned his forehead at the closed door.
“I’m sorry…” – House had never seen himself crying that like that. – “LISA…” – He screamed. She heard it cause she had her back leaned on the other side of the door. She closed her eyes and went to her bedroom to lay on her bed, hold her knees and cry.
The rain was falling as if it was its last chance to wash the world. The wind was blowing with same intensity either and House was still there being washed down par that angry rain. “Go crash your motorcycle at some wall” Those words really destroyed the little piece left of his heart, those words destroyed the little piece of his hope, those words destroyed all the pillars that hold him together and he felt like he was falling… falling with no directions, with no senses, with no endings… falling forever. God, that hurt.
“What are toi doing here, again!?” – A man raised from the shadows trying to hide from the rain. He stood at the covered little entrance.
“Go to hell.” – House a dit trying to stop crying. He was all wet par the rain.
“Ham!” – He grinned. – “Can’t toi see toi Lost her… forever?”
“Shut up and leave me alone.” – House a dit with indifference in his voice.
“YOU leave us alone! She is mine now! I’m the one who get’s into her pants now! toi are just the ex! Go away… and like she has already told you… go crash your motorcycle at some wall.”
“Lower your voice… it’s really loud and annoyance.” – House replied with plus indifference.
“And toi should accelerate your motorcycle at the higher speed… This way the damaged could be severe, beyond repair. Hm let me see.” – The man stared at House’s motorcycle.- “Honda CBR1000rr, I guess the maximum speed is 490 miles per heure … yeah, it should cause a great damaged.”
“SHUT UP!” – House got pissed. He didn’t care what that Idiot thought about him, he didn’t care he was the one fucking Lisa at that moment, he just wanted to be forgiven. He didn’t expect her to give him another chance… and he didn’t wish she could thought about giving him another chance cause he was going to do that great damaged she was asking for.
“Ok! toi can stay here, but I’ll make sure toi hear her screaming in pleasure while I’m fucking her…”
House couldn’t believe Lisa hooked up with that man! How dare he talk about her like that…. Like she was a whore! “Fucking her” Who the hell would say something like that about the woman loved.
“The difference is there. She fucks with you… with me she makes love.” – House grinned.
“YOU PIECE OF LITTLE SHIT.” - John was furious. He grabbed House par his T-shirt and faced him very close making House stand up and feel the pain rush throughout his leg.
Cuddy heard the man scream and ran to the outside.
“What’s happening?” – She watched John facing House ready to strike him in many pieces. – “John, what is this… leave him” – She approached John and tried to make him free House.
John threw House at the wall. House crashed violently against the building and fell on the floor.
“Lisa, please… It’s hurting enough… I was out of my mind, I was angry, I didn’t think… please listen to me… I’m sorry I did that to you… please.” – House was fell on the floor and his eyes filled with plus tears. Tears raised par his physical, and emotional pain. His hand hold his bum leg in order to make the pain vanished… Unsuccessfully
“What did he do to you, Lisa?” – John asked imperative.
“John, please get inside…” – Her eyes wouldn’t lie.
“Son of a Bitch!” – John punched House on the face, then on the stomach. The suivant déplacer was to throw House from the entrance to the herbe outside so he could face the rain again. John executed that movement victoriously and moved to House again.
“Stop it.” – She screamed while trying to hold that furious man.
House was fallen on the floor holding his leg. Thanks the herbe he didn’t hurt even harder. John kicked his hurt leg. That was the worse pain House could ever felt. That pain was indescribable, inexpressible. He felt like just crying would never be enough. - “Coward…” – He whispered in tears.
“Please, stop it.” – Cuddy screamed, and John stared at her.
“I’m protecting you, Lisa.” – He was confused again.
“You kicked his hurt leg… what kind of a man does that?” – She was the furious one now.
“I don’t understand.” –
Cuddy couldn’t believe that. She couldn’t believe many things at that point. Why would John do such a cruelty thing? Why would she think House didn’t deserve that? Why was she fighting to protect the man that violated her? She didn’t care. She approached House.
“Are toi ok?” – She touched his leg.
“No… It hurts…” – He cried.
“Lisa! What the hell are toi doing?” – John was plus confused then buisson, bush in the middle of Iraq in a role playing game.
“I’m fine! And I’m tired.” – House stood up avoiding her help. – “I’m tired Lisa… I tried… I tried everything to make toi happy and toi cheated on me… I just wanted toi to know that it still hurts, and it will hurt forever because I l’amour you, and toi know… toi know toi are everything to me. I don’t want to know why toi cheated because I know it’s gonna hurt even plus if it’s possible. So I’m tired to get hurt, I’m tired to be hurt, and I’m tired to ask for your forgiveness…”
“Greg, please…” – She whispered. That was really touching her deeply, and painfully.
“You know toi could have stopped me. I’m a cripple… toi just needed to kick me like your boyfriend has just done. toi know this would stop me and make cry in pain for a whole week. toi know that it wasn’t all my fault and I hope toi can leave with that! And I’m doing toi a last favor… cause I l’amour toi and I’d do anything to toi even if it means crashing my motorcycle at some wall.” – House headed to his motorcycle, turned it on, and disappeared among the rain, and the mist.
“GREG!” – Lisa screamed but he was far away.
House couldn’t defend himself from John… He was drunk, he was on drugs, and he was a cripple… Cuddy at least could have defended herself from House, but she haven’t She haven’t… that thought destroyed her like a nuclear device. All that he said… all that he meant… Cuddy felt guilty for what she did and if she could bring back the past…. She would probably change that. And now He was out there driving four hundred something miles per heure ready to crash at the first wall.
“Oh my god! He is going to kill himself!” – Her face hided into her hands and she cried.
“Lisa, please… toi are nervous… just calm down. He will never do something like that!” – John tried to calm her down.
“You kicked him in his hurt leg… How could toi do that?” – She stared at him in disgusting.
“I was trying to protect you!”
“I need to call Wilson.” – She ran into her house and John followed her.
House was driving really fast. He was still crying cause he would have to go without her forgiveness. He was feeling good cause he knew that all of that pain would vanished into the ashes of the unknown, of the eternity. He would be free from all that was hurting and torturing and sucking all his forces… That was giving him some comfort. But her forgiveness was all he wanted… We can’t always get what we want… So there was the perfect wall… An alley where no one would find him to save his life. Perfect, if he didn’t die with the crash, he would die with the injuries if no one helped him. All right, 300 miles per hour… 320…360… 400… 460…
When Wilson picked up the phone was too late. And when Cuddy hung up the phone Cameron called her from the Hospital. Paramedics found him with severe multiple injuries, multiple fractures, some exposed ones. Seemed he had broken all the Bones of his body except his spine. Severe subdural hemorrhages, one of his kidneys was Lost because it was perforated par some part of his motorcycle. Glasgow scale was giving the paramedics a 3! There was nothing anybody could do…
