Who I am

Gone

Okay, so this is a fanfic I began in 2012 and decided to redo some of it. I hope you enjoy it!

This is set a few weeks after Hyde comes back from Vegas.

Keep in mind this is extremely A/u and meant to be OOC
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HYDE

Jackie hadn't been to the basement in going on a month and no one had said a word about her. Donna and Sam had become best friends which if I was honest, I was grateful for it.

My life was crap. I hated Sam. She was more fucking annoying than Jackie ever was. At first, I was excited I mean I was married to a stripper but now just a tiny whiff of her stripper-esk perfume made me want to puke my guts out. I began missing the subtle linger of strawberries on my pillow that now smelled like a strip club and I resented Sam for it. I hated her for destroying that smell, but I hated myself for being too stupid to send her packing.

Finally, one day after Jackie had been absent seven weeks Donna came into the basement and flopped on the couch next to Fez, ignoring a question Sam had asked her.

I've suspected that she was getting on Fez and Donna's nerves as well, for Fez rolled his eyes when she spoke almost like he too resented her for something, which surprised me since Sam would probably sleep with him if he asked and when she spoke to Donna lately she would either ignore her or answer her in short, snappy quips.

"Hey Fez could you tell Jackie to call me later, I know she's probably still wallowing in her misery but some of us have actual problems." She huffed.

Suddenly, Fez's face contorted in such a way that seemed as if steam would blow out from his ears from anger. He stood up and started pacing back in forth in front of the couch with his hands on his hips. "Uh, Fez what's your problem?" Donna asked with her eyebrows furrowed.

A bitter laugh escaped his throat and he started rubbing his forehead, "My problem, Donna? My problem it has that it has taken seven weeks for any of you to even mention Jackie and the first time you do you accuse her of being selfish. Well, Jackie won't be calling you, Donna!" And with that he was out of the door, slamming it behind him.

Donna looked over at me like Fez had slapped her "What the hell was that?" She asked getting angry, "What the fuck is his problem? I didn't accuse her of being selfish, she is selfish everybody knows that!"

"I don't know Donna but you don't need that bitch you have me," Sam said, proudly.

"Oh shut up Sam, your voice is so annoying! I'm going over to Fez's and give Jackie a piece of my mind!" Donna stood up and left.

Something weird was defiantly going on Fez had never gone off on Donna like that.

An hour later, Sam left and I made my way upstairs to dinner. This had become the best part of my day when 125 pounds of stripper got out of my hair and went and bothered someone else. I got to eat dinner with Kitty and Red, though since Sam popped up things have been strained hell things have been even heavier in the Forman house for weeks now, and when I think back on it the cloud got darker when Jackie last left the basement. I wasn't sure if it was the reason or if it was just a coincidence. But it was there.

I had decided tonight I would stick around after Red left the kitchen and Kitty cleaned up to see if she had noticed the brunettes absence.

I was leaning against the bar with my arms crossed while Kitty was across from me doing the dishes. "So it's kinda quiet around here lately, huh" I mentioned casually.

She looked up and smiled a tight, sad smile. "Yeah, it doesn't feel the same, huh?"

"Nah... Forman's not here twitching,