It Happened To Me- Chapter 10

[DragonLadyKira]

As usual I own nothing, I wish I did, but I don't. *sniffle*

It Happened To Me- Chapter Ten

The pain running down the side of her face was intense. Not because she didn't have enough pain killers, but because all the blood had rushed to her face in embarrassment. Relena sat up against the pillows, her brother pacing the other side of the room, her husband was seated across from her and he didn't look to happy to there, and last but not least, Heero and Beth were in the seat next to her bed again. Milliardo was ranting about her 'misbehavior' and how it would look on tomorrow's headlines. "'Vice Foreign Minister on drunken rage.' or how about 'Vice Foreign Minister an alcoholic.' God Relena, how could you let it come to this? Why didn't you try to get some help?"
Relena twisted her hands in her lap. She felt so irresponsible and immature. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize what was going on."
Milliardo stopped dead in his tracks. "How in the hell could you not see what was going on? Apparently before Bethie, you drank yourself into stupor everynight. And after she was born, you just plain out wasted yourself. How could you not see it?"
She wiped her face and stared him in the face. "The same way James didn't see it. I subconciously chose not to. He was there too, kind of. Why don't you ask him how he didn't see it? He was apparently the sober one."
James stood, shaking with rage. "Damn you! Don't you drag me into this too! I may lose everything I've worked so hard to get because of you!"
In a split second, James found himself looking down the barrel of Heero's gun. "You'd better shut the hell up, Hannish. I won't have you talking to your wife like that."
Millardo stared at the two with contempt for a moment. "Heero, why didn't you see it? Weren't you the one stationed to her security?"
Heero lowered the weapon. "Because, it wasn't my place. If she wanted help, she needed to ask for it. I couldn't come thundering in like a knight in shining armor."
Relena's eyes widened at his reference to her fairy tale romance beliefs. Milliardo shook his head and turned his attention back to his sister. "Relena, do you think that you could stop drinking now?"
She thought long and hard about her answer. "No, I don't think I could. I don't trust myself, I tried to stop myself before and I couldn't."
Milliardo sighed, James sulked back to his chair, and Heero turned around to stare out the window at the night sky. The stars twinkled, filling Heero with a sense of tranquility. And then it hit him; everything was going to be alright. Even if it wasn't now, it would be. It was Relena's voice, barely above a whisper, that broke him from his trance. "I need help. I think I need to go to rehab."
Millardo sat next to his sister and wrapped his arms around her slim frame. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
She nodded, the tears preventing any noise from escaping. James left the room, his anger apparent.

Another mar on his once perfect slate. Nothing had gone right once he married that woman. James stalked down the corridor to his office. It was his haven, the one place he find peace from the hell he called home. Relena was right, he chose to ignore the sign that he could plainly see now that he opened his eyes. The fax machine rang a moment before beeping then printing the incoming message. It was from his manager; the man that had been his father's manager before he died and left the spot open for his son. He tore the paper away from the machine, almost afraid to read it. And much to his horror, the popularity vote were in and he was down from his 73.6 percentage to a mere 23.4. The people here believed that his lack of 'family time' was the cause of Relena's emotional downfall. Of course the people would side with her. She led them through war and back. She was their savior, their beacon of light, their dove of peace. Nothing she did could ever be wrong. James swiped his arm across the desk, toppling everything to the floor. Elections were tomorrow, there was no way he could get his popularity back in time. Everything became clear, he'd lose the election and his job. There was nothing left for him anymore. Taking a swig from the Jack Daniel's bottle he hid in his top right drawer, he drew the gun from under piles of paper in the lower left drawer. He placed the pistol in his mouth and silently said his goodbyes before pulling the trigger...


Jess: Well THAT wasn't depressing. No...
*Liz hits Jess in the back of the head*
Liz: Yes it was! But was necessary... now Heero and Relena can live happily ever after!
Jess: *runs and hides under a table* Uhm... not quite yet. I still have few plot twisters...
*Mob of angry villagers with pitchforks and torches come after Jess*
Jess: Uhm.... sorry? Morw to come... *runs away*

[Dark Mistress]

Awesome ending!! It's so awesome (and characteristic) of Relena to admit that she needs help! It's about time!!! And THANK YOU for getting rid of James! He was getting on my nerves lol. Well, please keep posting!!!!!
(((LIZ)))

[bluefire]

Great! I hope this is not the end. Please don't end like this.

[Desert Bloom]

NOOOOOOOO! I hated you James, but you can't die!!!!!! Relena will be sad....