{A NicePrincess Fanfiction} A Love That Couldnt Last

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(checked this and it had been deleted AGAIN.... So I wrot most of this in one day and so uh... yeah... ENJOY!)

Oh, come on~! Just have a couple of drinks is all it takes. You'll come to your senses in a minute or two."

She drunkenly glared at Nicey, a venomous chuckle passing her lips. "And we can ditch this skank afterward."

Nicey stood for a second in surprise, muttering under her breath, her heart over her chest in faked pain.

"Oh, look, the whore can speak. Be a little louder please, I can't hear you."

"You're one to talk, Fanny."

Nicey shot back the simple sentence, Fanny giggling at her attempt to fight back against her. But she hadn't finished.

"Go ahead and laugh, it's the only real way you can cover up your true identity. I've heard all about you. The guys you've slept with, how many men have played with you when your Husband wasn't home. How many was it this week Fanny, 15, 16? Maybe even 20! Your drunken flirtatiousness is no surprise to me, after all, it's all you seem to be good for."

This was unexpected, Fanny and Oswald both staring at her. Some passerby's had their hands over their mouths as they giggled at Fanny's quiet response. Oswald pulled his arm free of Fanny's now loosened grip, as He grabbed Nicey's shoulder and tried to walk away, Fanny began laughing hysterically. It wasn't normal. It was forced, almost insane.

"Is that the best you can come up with, little miss Nice? Just look at you. Baggy jeans and a t-shirt, to cover up the casual amount of hickey's laying all about your body, and that's all you know how to fight back with?"

Nicey blushed in frustration, standing face to face with Fanny moments later.

"You can't be serious, just look at that dress! You came to the BAR showing as much skin as possible, you might as well be wearing a sign that say's 'Hey, Come fuck me cause I'm a free wh-"

"ENOUGH!"

Fanny and Nicey both stared At Oswald as he walked over to the still drunken Fanny, grabbing her arm. He had to stop this somehow. Otherwise, a bar fight would break out, no doubt. He'd just walk away with Fanny and go back to Nicey in a few more minutes after Fanny calmed down a bit more.

"Let it go, Fanny. Let's go already."

Nicey stared at him in surprise. Surely he was joking, right? Nicey watched in shock as Oswald walked away, her mouth hung open in a silent word.

"B-Babe...?"

Fanny turned back and smirked at her, before turning her head back and leaning on Oswald.

Nicey shook her head, looking at the floor in pure confusion. What just happened? Did she say something to provoke Ozzy? No, no there's no way. Everything was aimed at Fanny! Questions swirled violently throughout her head, causing a painful throbbing in her head, She looked up, expecting to see Oswald walking back to her after telling Fanny off. Instead, she caught the sight of Oswald laughing with her, drink already in his hand. She wasn't entirely sure what else to do, so she ran. Out of the bar, and down the street. She didn't want to go back to the house, fear of Mickey or Donald being home. She couldn't let them see her in such a frustrated and confused state. Something else clouded her mind as well, painful and nerve-wracking, but she ignored it and kept running. Soon, she made it to an empty street, the sun had been long gone, the night sky full of stars, all looking down at her, all small balls of flame, echoing her emotions. Her legs felt limp like she had no control as if they were non-existent, and yet they kept moving. The quiet night caused every footstep to the concrete to bounce off any existing wall. Eventually, she stopped, slowing to a pitiful, limping walk. The image of Oswald and Fanny causing her teeth to clench. What was she to him? Was she really that easily replaceable? She could barely stand the thought of it, and yet, she kept it in her mind, trying to find answers. Her body yelled too loudly for her to relax, she wasn't thinking clearly. Then she thought about how long she'd really been moving. How far had she run? It's not like she'd run herself out of town. She turned down an alleyway, hoping to sit in the shadows until she could find a motel or an Inn to stay in for the night. She might call Dovil later, and head back to her apartment. She hadn't noticed it, but she had tears washing down her face. Her cheeks burned with the sodium chloride. and something else, ink...