Blissful Ignorance

Standard Disclaimers apply, spent more money I didn't have on an 80 dollar cut/dye job on my hair, please don't sue.

Chapter 5-Doll Revolution-

I was looking down at the dingy toilet that I'm sure once was white. I had just flushed down the contents of my dinner and I just stood there hanging over it waiting for the next wave to hit. I was praying the Doctor Zebb would be in momentarily to talk me through this, because I didn't think I could physically leave the stall without heaving more. As if God heard my calls for help at that moment someone opened the door and walked into the bathroom.

"Docto..."

"Faye?"

No no no no no no no no no no and no! Anyone but him, he's the reason I'm in here for Christ's sake.

"What the hell are you doing in the stall Faye? Don't tell me you get stage fright
after you perform. I wasn't THAT off key, I'm sure most people didn't even notice it."

I felt another wave of nausea and gave a good dry heave over the toilet.

"Faye?"

Don't talk to him, then he'll go away. That's it ignore him.

"Can't you take a joke Faye? Christ you've gotten touchy."

I still refused to answer him, he had NO idea what kind of hell I had been through and in my current position over the toilet I was in no mood to enlighten him. I kept praying Doctor Zebb would waltz through the door, get rid of Spike, and get me out of this bathroom. If I could have opened my mouth to scream without puking I would have. Spike, the bastard, spoke up again.

"Faye.....are you really all right?"

He could fool anyone with that voice, he sounded like he was actually concerned. Concerned for a shrew bitch like me.

"Can I, please come in?"

'Come in? Come in!' When the fuck did he get so damned polite, the bastard. He was messing with my head all over again, like back in the day. Making me think he cared then laughing and throwing right back in my face. I needed him out, and at this point, would have done anything to get him out. I finally fought off the bile rising out of my stomach to say something.

"This is the WOmen's bathroom, Spike. Get out!"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, get the fuck out, before I..."

"Before you what, Faye? Throw up some more?"

That was it, I was going to kill him and if he wanted it so bad I'd puke on him! I went to attempt to stand up but was forced back down by another push of bile. I heaved hard into the toilet, I couldn't believe there was still anything left in there. I heaved hard bile poured from my mouth and nose. Tears had welled up in my eyes, it felt like bile was spewing from every pore in my damned body. I thought I was going to pass out until a pair of heels clicked into the bathroom.

"Faye?"

My savior, praise the Lord! Doctor Zebb walked over to the stall and stood next to Spike.

"Can I come in Faye?"

I shakily stood up and cracked open the door to see doctor Zebb's concerned face. She opened the door wider and stepped in. I got my first good look at him in months. He hadn't changed a bit, he was everything I remembered, he even smelled the same. He went to follow her in but I slammed the stall door in his face and locked it.

"I'm glad you choose the handicapped stall Faye, otherwise we'd be crammed."

I returned to my seat on the floor by the toilet and doctor Zebb joined me.

"So, what's happening here Faye?"

"I'm throwing up..."

"That's pretty apparent. Did you have another attack?"

I nodded it had been one just as bad as the first one when I thought he died. Wait a second....

"Spike, get the hell out of here."

"Excuse me?"

Doctor Zebb stood up and cracked open the door.

"Out fro boy she doesn't need you here."

"Who the hell are you anyway?!"

"That's for Faye to tell you when she's ready, now get out."

With that I saw those stupid blue shoes turn and head out of the bathroom.

"Take some deep breaths Faye. Get back down."

I inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times, feeling stronger with each breath.

"Good Faye. So are you gonna go back out there?"

"I'll just wait until HE leaves."

"Why?"

"I don't want to look at him again."

"This is what you wanted isn't if Faye? For him to be alive, to be here with you.
He's here now, but where are you?"

"Heaving in a toilet."

"You have to give the man a chance, he's here for a reason."

I gave her a skeptical look.

"I don't think he just "accidentally" showed up in this place with Jet. And I seriously think he was concerned about you Faye, whether you believe that or not is up to you. But from a professional stand point, I think he's here for you."

"Why? Why now, why here, why when things were getting along just fine without him? Why did he have to come back when things were finally starting to be good again? Why didn't he come back when I was a mental wreck dying inside for any sign that he was still alive and well? Where was he then, huh?"

"I can't answer that Faye, but he can."

I merely nodded, she stood up and left the stall. I could here water running, she returned with a wet paper towel.

"Here clean up."

I wiped off my face and the mascara that had run down my cheeks. I took some toilet paper and blew my nose, disgusted by what came out.

"I threw up through my nose"

With that Doctor Zebb let out of laugh and I joined her. He wasn't keeping me down, no, I wasn't going to give him that pleasure. I was going to show him who the real Faye Valentine was. Not a dime a dozen whore with no past and a mountain of debts; but a sophisticated, smart woman that had a hell of a voice and a hell of a future. With or without the company of a certain fuzzy haired bastard.

"I don't want to join the company."

"No?"

"No, I wanna work here as a part-time waitress/singer."

"Sounds good to me."

I chuckled 'Me too.'

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the ground.

"Shall we?"

I laughed again, no way he's getting me down. I was a pillar, a pillar of strength named Faye Valentine. We linked arms and strutted out of the bathroom, laughing all the while.