The Lies We Tell
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 2
The next morning, Catherine opened her eyes and groaned. The happenings of
the early morning came crashing over her. She and Vincent had made love. She
couldn't believe it. Evan had cheated on her, and she had turned around and done
the same thing. And, not just to Evan, but to Alex as well. Catherine felt like
a heel.
Rolling over, she realized Vincent wasn't in the bed with her. Feeling the
sheets, she figured out that he hadn't been up for very long. The sheets were
still warm. Catherine laid back against the pillow, and remembered.
For years, she had loved Vincent. From the first, she had been hooked. He had
been so cute back then, with his black hair flopping in his face and his
piercing brown eyes. She fell in love with him the first day she saw him in
grade school.
For years, they had been inseparable. He had protected her, and taken care of
her. When they got older, he had kept her boyfriends in line. She could still
remember Junior year. She and Zeke had been together a few months, and he kept
trying to get her to sleep with him. One night, they had been at a party and he
had been drinking. Zeke had pulled her into one of the bedrooms and tried to
rape her. Catherine had screamed until her voice cracked.
Suddenly, the door had flown open, and Vincent stood there, murder in his
eyes. He had grabbed Zeke by the scruff of his neck and proceeded to beat the
shit out of him. He had broken 2 of his fingers, but by the time he was done,
Zeke had to be carried out by 3 of his buddies.
Unfortunately, Vincent had never returned her feelings. She had always acted
uninterested in him that way, praying that he would take the initiative. But, he
never did. So, Catherine resigned herself to love him from afar.
Their Senior year, Vincent met Alex Salter, and Catherine knew that she had
lost him. But, she put on a happy face, and cheered their relationship on. Now,
4 years later, Vincent and Alex were getting married. What had she
done??
Vincent walked into the bedroom, 2 steaming coffee mugs in his hands. He sat
on the bed beside her, and handed her one of the mugs. She took it, and sipped
on the hot coffee within.
"Power's back on," he said. Catherine nodded, and kept her head down. Vincent
sighed. "Hey, it's okay."
Catherine shook her head. "No, it isn't. Because of me, you just cheated on
your fiancée."
Vincent grasped her chin, and forced her head up. "In case you forgot, I was
also here. I was a willing party. You didn't exactly force me."
"But, you are getting married in a little over a month! I can't believe I did
that. What kind of person does that make me!!??"
Vincent took her cup, and placed both on the table beside the bed. He pulled
her into his arms. "Hey, I'll tell you what. This never happened, okay? We never
slept together. If we don't talk about it, then it never happened,
okay?"
Catherine looked at him, tears in her eyes. "Why would you do that?"
"Obviously, this is bothering you a lot, and I don't want this to be any more
difficult. So, we just forget this ever happened, and we go back to the way it
was before."
"I'm sorry, Vincent. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, really. We are just two friends who found comfort in the other.
Happens all the time. No big deal...."
"Pretty soon, though, it won't just be the two of us."
"What do you mean?" Vincent asked, raising his brow.
"There will be Alex, too. She will be here any time I come to visit, or you
come to visit me. It won't just be the two of us."
"Oh.....oh. Yeah, you're right."
"I should really get home, Vincent. I need to talk to Evan."
Vincent stared at her. "You aren't seriously thinking about staying
with that asshole, are you!?"
"Can I really fault him, when I just did the exact same thing?"
"But......!"
"No! He and I need to talk. I'll decide what to do after that," Catherine
said definitively.
Vincent sighed and nodded. "Fine. I'll give you a lift back home then."
Catherine hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Vincent. I love you."
Vincent buried his face in her hair. "I love you, too."
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The next month flew by. The day of Vincent's wedding was suddenly upon them.
Catherine had been feeling achy and nauseous lately. She chalked it up to stress
and her period being due.
She was in the process of getting dressed, when she froze. Her eyes widened.
Glancing at the calendar, she quickly calculated. Then, she calculated again.
She brought her hand to the calendar, purposely ticking off the days.
She was 10 days late.....
Catherine slid to the floor, disbelief on her face. No, she couldn't be.
NO! Oh GOD!
Heading into the bathroom, Catherine grabbed the pregnancy test that she had
prayed she would never have to use. Sitting on the toilet, she peed on the
stick, and set it on the sink. Pressing her hands against her face, she fought
the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake her.
After 3 minutes, she grabbed the test with shaky fingers. A blue plus sign
stared back at her. Pregnant. She was pregnant.....with Vincent's
baby.
Catherine sat there, and balled her eyes out.
What the hell was she going to do?
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 2
The next morning, Catherine opened her eyes and groaned. The happenings of
the early morning came crashing over her. She and Vincent had made love. She
couldn't believe it. Evan had cheated on her, and she had turned around and done
the same thing. And, not just to Evan, but to Alex as well. Catherine felt like
a heel.
Rolling over, she realized Vincent wasn't in the bed with her. Feeling the
sheets, she figured out that he hadn't been up for very long. The sheets were
still warm. Catherine laid back against the pillow, and remembered.
For years, she had loved Vincent. From the first, she had been hooked. He had
been so cute back then, with his black hair flopping in his face and his
piercing brown eyes. She fell in love with him the first day she saw him in
grade school.
For years, they had been inseparable. He had protected her, and taken care of
her. When they got older, he had kept her boyfriends in line. She could still
remember Junior year. She and Zeke had been together a few months, and he kept
trying to get her to sleep with him. One night, they had been at a party and he
had been drinking. Zeke had pulled her into one of the bedrooms and tried to
rape her. Catherine had screamed until her voice cracked.
Suddenly, the door had flown open, and Vincent stood there, murder in his
eyes. He had grabbed Zeke by the scruff of his neck and proceeded to beat the
shit out of him. He had broken 2 of his fingers, but by the time he was done,
Zeke had to be carried out by 3 of his buddies.
Unfortunately, Vincent had never returned her feelings. She had always acted
uninterested in him that way, praying that he would take the initiative. But, he
never did. So, Catherine resigned herself to love him from afar.
Their Senior year, Vincent met Alex Salter, and Catherine knew that she had
lost him. But, she put on a happy face, and cheered their relationship on. Now,
4 years later, Vincent and Alex were getting married. What had she
done??
Vincent walked into the bedroom, 2 steaming coffee mugs in his hands. He sat
on the bed beside her, and handed her one of the mugs. She took it, and sipped
on the hot coffee within.
"Power's back on," he said. Catherine nodded, and kept her head down. Vincent
sighed. "Hey, it's okay."
Catherine shook her head. "No, it isn't. Because of me, you just cheated on
your fiancée."
Vincent grasped her chin, and forced her head up. "In case you forgot, I was
also here. I was a willing party. You didn't exactly force me."
"But, you are getting married in a little over a month! I can't believe I did
that. What kind of person does that make me!!??"
Vincent took her cup, and placed both on the table beside the bed. He pulled
her into his arms. "Hey, I'll tell you what. This never happened, okay? We never
slept together. If we don't talk about it, then it never happened,
okay?"
Catherine looked at him, tears in her eyes. "Why would you do that?"
"Obviously, this is bothering you a lot, and I don't want this to be any more
difficult. So, we just forget this ever happened, and we go back to the way it
was before."
"I'm sorry, Vincent. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, really. We are just two friends who found comfort in the other.
Happens all the time. No big deal...."
"Pretty soon, though, it won't just be the two of us."
"What do you mean?" Vincent asked, raising his brow.
"There will be Alex, too. She will be here any time I come to visit, or you
come to visit me. It won't just be the two of us."
"Oh.....oh. Yeah, you're right."
"I should really get home, Vincent. I need to talk to Evan."
Vincent stared at her. "You aren't seriously thinking about staying
with that asshole, are you!?"
"Can I really fault him, when I just did the exact same thing?"
"But......!"
"No! He and I need to talk. I'll decide what to do after that," Catherine
said definitively.
Vincent sighed and nodded. "Fine. I'll give you a lift back home then."
Catherine hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Vincent. I love you."
Vincent buried his face in her hair. "I love you, too."
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The next month flew by. The day of Vincent's wedding was suddenly upon them.
Catherine had been feeling achy and nauseous lately. She chalked it up to stress
and her period being due.
She was in the process of getting dressed, when she froze. Her eyes widened.
Glancing at the calendar, she quickly calculated. Then, she calculated again.
She brought her hand to the calendar, purposely ticking off the days.
She was 10 days late.....
Catherine slid to the floor, disbelief on her face. No, she couldn't be.
NO! Oh GOD!
Heading into the bathroom, Catherine grabbed the pregnancy test that she had
prayed she would never have to use. Sitting on the toilet, she peed on the
stick, and set it on the sink. Pressing her hands against her face, she fought
the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake her.
After 3 minutes, she grabbed the test with shaky fingers. A blue plus sign
stared back at her. Pregnant. She was pregnant.....with Vincent's
baby.
Catherine sat there, and balled her eyes out.
What the hell was she going to do?
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