Chapter Nine - Haden's Point of View

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I decided it was about time you knew what he is thinking, although it's early you guys need to know.  And besides, this part is better from his view and it's difficult to write it from Rogue's view.  Enjoy, lovelies!

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I couldn't restrain myself anymore.  I had to do something -anything- to convey my feelings to her.  But all I could do was kiss her.  And at  first, she didn't fight against it but simply froze.  Her soft lips and warmth soothed the ache in my chest from being without her so long.  But it soon ended.

She shoved me away away from her. And I had foolishly kissed her, letting my self control go completely.  It had been years since I had seen her.  But even before that, I had controlled myself wonderfully -until today that is.  I hadn't been able to hold myself together very well, especially after Peter tried to execute her on the stairs with an entire crowd watching.  I thought I was about to lose her.  But, I also hadn't expected her to be ready tho do such a thing.  She's changed quite a bit.  The whole time I've known her she never had the nerve to stand up to anyone, even Luke or her mother.  And she did it for that Victor guy, yet she swears she doesn't love him. 

Rogue glared at me, her beautiful face twisted into confusion and disgust.  She looked at me, clearly upset.  I had to apologize.  "Rogue, I -"

"If you wanted someone to have fun with you should have asked a maid like Luke does," she snapped at me.  "Don't you dare kiss me -or even touch me- again."  I backed a little ways from her, giving her the space she obviously wanted.  She bit her lip and looked towards the tree top.  Her violet eyes gleamed in the light and I had to look away.  For years she has been the one thing on my mind and I had planned to tell her before she went back home, but I had royally screwed that up.  When she looked at me again, she said, "I'm your sister and we're siblings."

I wanted to speak and tell her the truth, but a noise caught our attention.  We both froze and slowly turned our eyes to it's direction.  I moved to stand in front of her and she stepped up to stand next to me, giving me an irritated look.  She picked up a rock from the ground then tossed it into the woods.

Another noise came from the depths if the woods.  I was about to pull Rogue back, but she picked up another rock and tossed it into the woods again, then a small dark brown bunny ran towards her and sat to scratch.  She kneeled down and petted the bunny, then looked at her hand.  She froze like stone.

"Rogue," I asked and went to look at her trembling hand.  Blood covered her fingers and she stared at it with wide eyes.  "It doesn't look like the bunny is hurt," I tried to assure her.  I tsked at the creature and it stared at me before it bolted off into the woods again, but still she didn't move.  Her eyes shook as she looked at her hands.  I grabbed her shoulder and she flinched then slowly looked at me, her eyes filled with tears.

I took her bloodied hands and she began to cry when she looked at them again.  "Are you okay," I asked her again.  She didn't look at me at all.  "Rogue," I said, taking her face into my hands.  She was pale and horrified as she stared at me.  Her eyes were vacant with fear, like she wasn't even looking at me.  I kissed her gently on her forehead and brushed back her hair.  "It's okay," I told her.  She shook her head then leaned it into my shoulder.

She fell into me and embraced me tightly as she cried.  But not expecting it, we lost balance and tumbled over with her landing on top of me.  Her whole body shook as she sobbed into my chest.  I didn't know what to do, so I simply brushed her hair.  She nestled her face into my chest and murmured things I couldn't understand.  What the hell did I do to you, I thought and held onto her tightly.  I could feel tears rising at the sight of Rogue being so shattered.  She seemed so weak and it was my fault.  The guilt rose to the surface and buried my face into her hair as she laid on me.  "I'm so sorry," I told her quietly.  "I'm so very sorry."

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