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His Final Question	By : Evilevergreen Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 6645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven: All the Things We Say

She lied to me, was all Aqualad could think as rested his head on the edge of the tub filled with lukewarm water in the third floor bathroom. Closing his dark black eyes, he let himself slide slowly into it allowing the water to surround his body as it took a hold of him. Below the water, on the bottom of the white tub, he opened his eyes only to see the blurry ceiling about him. He then let go, what he had been holding on to all day. He let out the most horrendous, tortured scream; for beneath his calm and cool façade laid a man who was ripping himself up inside, for his world -though never normal- was starting to slowly fall down.

Why did she lie to me about knowing Spanish? Aqualad just couldn't figure it out as he concluded that he was just at his wits end when it came to his best friend. He could remember a time when he knew all the right words to say. It used to be easy to make her smile; to make her laugh, but those days seemed so far and in between now.

This morning had been a disaster. He didn’t know what had caused him to confront her the way he had, but she had cut him and had cut him deep. How dare she throw back in his face, what he had confided in her? But that was no excuse for his own behavior. He just wished he could take it back, but it was not as if he didn’t try. He had tried so hard, but it was still out there, floating in the air and he knew he could never truly take it back. Because no matter how many times he said he was sorry, he couldn't help the eerie feeling telling him he was right, no matter how wrong he wanted to be.

He had gone to see her earlier that morning, as he had almost every morning. It was before dawn as he knocked on her door and she allowed him in. “We need to talk,” he stated.

“Well, no one is stopping you,” she told him, dressed in nothing more than a blue housecoat and a matching towel wrapped around her wet hair. She walked over to her vanity dresser and picked up her comb as she dropped the towel to the floor.

“I need to know,” Aqualad began softly. “Did you go to see Brother Blood yesterday?” He then heard Bumblebee sigh heavily. “You know there are ways for me to find out, but whatever you tell me - I swear, Bee. . . I’ll believe you. Anything you tell me, I’ll believe you.”

Bumblebee lowered her head. “Yes, I went and saw him.” She turned to him. “But what does it matter?”

“I-” Aqualad gently took a step towards her. “I know. . . about you and Brother Blood.”

“No, you don’t,” Bumblebee said quickly as she walked passed him to her closet.

“I’m afraid I do.” He was concerned. “That’s why I’m asking you not to visit him again. I set up those instructions at the jail for you.”

“No.” She swung her shirt onto the bed. “What you are trying to do is run me and I won’t have it. I do what I want when I want.”

“All I’m trying to do is care for you,” he explained.

“That’s all good and well, Al, but if you want to help me, stop talking about things you can't even begin to comprehend.”

“I want you to get help,” Aqualad blurted out.

Bumblebee turned from her closet and looked at Aqualad strangely. She then said slowly, “Help for what?”

Aqualad scoffed, “Did you not hear me? I said I know about you and Blood.”

Bumblebee’s face filled with disbelief. “What?”

“Bee,” Aqualad walked over to her and said slowly. “I know he used to hurt you.”

Bumblebee shook her head as she tried to smile. “What? That’s ridiculous.”

“Brother Blood told me himself,” Aqualad said gently.

“Well, he was lying,” she simply told him with an impassive expression.

“Alright, I believe you, but I still want you to see the therapist Dr. Yu recommended. Something isn't right, I can feel it.”

“I don’t need help, Al. I’m a normal functioning girl,” she explained. “And like I told you last night, you don’t know me, so don’t pretend that you do.” She said calmly.

“Do you love me, Bee?” he asked just as calmly.

Bumblebee sneered. “Okay, now you’re just messing with me.” She turned towards her bed. “Now if you please, I’m trying to get dress.”

Aqualad then took a hold of her arm and turned her back to him. “You didn’t answer me. Do you love me?” he asked again.

Bumblebee’s facial expression softened as she realized he was serious. “From the ground to God,” she spoke in a whisper.

“Then do this. . . for me, please.”

Bumblebee looked into his pleading eyes and couldn't help herself as she brought her hand up to his face. “You know, things could have been so different," she began, her voice still soft, “if you had just loved me too.”

Aqualad grimaced as he lowered Bumblebee’s hand. “Please, not this again. You know I love you-”

She took a step back with her head down. “Just not like that, right?”

“Stop trying to change the subject,” he protested.

“He’ll never love you, you know,” she said matter-of-factly, but cruelly as she looked back to him.

“Bee, don’t.” He pulled away from her. “Not today.”

“He doesn’t even know you have feelings for him.”

“Bumblebee, I said stop.”

“And even if he did, the boy is straight, Al.”

Aqualad closed his eyes as he shook his head. “Bee, don’t say anymore.” He knew she was trying to push his buttons. . .

“So he’ll never see you the way you see him. You can dream all you want, but you’re going to have to wake up and realize you’re nothing to him-”

. . . and she had succeed. “Shut the fuck up!” Aqualad yelled at her. “Because I’m not the one in constant need of control because you can't control me! And at least, I’m not so desperate to be needed by someone that I have to mess around with a child!”

Bumblebee froze at his words as her brow drew together. She gave him a curious look before whispering, “I- I don’t understand.”

“Of course you do.” His face was set in anger. “How long did you honestly expect me to turn the other cheek?” he asked her. “I can only protect you for so long.”

“Protect me from what?” She looked confused.

He then said gently, “From you going from abusee to abuser.”

“What?” Bumblebee shook head from side to side. “Come again.”

“Stop playing stupid with me, Bee, because I know about you and Blood and I know about you and Mas!” he yelled.

“Fuck!” Aqualad sat up from his bath. He never meant for it to come out like that - so hostile. Bumblebee had not been pleased with his accusation. She had flipped out, denying any kind of involvement with Brother Blood. She had also told Aqualad he was sick in the head for thinking that she would ever do anything like that to a child, especially Mas or Menos at that matter.

He had apologized immediately, but she wasn't listening and eventually succeeded in kicking him out of her room. Aqualad waited outside her bedroom door, but when she came out she didn't even acknowledge him, she just started walking down the hall. “Bee,” he had called. "Come on, Bee. Stop acting childish."

“Childish!” She had turned to him furiously. “Tell me, how would you react if I accused you of something that horrendous? How would you feel, if the person you trusted most in life thought of you as nothing more than a uh-" she struggled to find the right words, “than a baby raper?” She put her hand above her heart. "That hurts me, Al.”

“Bee, I didn't mean-”

“Save it.” She had cut him off as she waited for the elevator.

Inside, Aqualad had spoken again. “I still want you to get help.”

“No! For what?” she asked.

“To deal with the issues you have with Brother Blood.”

“There are no issues,” she said, annoyed at the matter.

“Dammit Bee, Blood told me what he used to do to you.”

Bumblebee had crossed her arms and leaned on the railing inside the small space. “So are you trying to tell me, that you would take the word of a criminal over mines?”

“I never said that!”

The elevator door had opened. “You didn't have to.” She walked out, leaving Aqualad to follow.

“Remember back when we were fourteen and we were supposed to meet for lunch that one afternoon?” he asked her.

Bumblebee froze dead in her tracks. “You said you would never bring that up again,” she said in a small voice as she looked towards the floor. “You promised.”

“I knew then, Bee.” He carried on. “Well, not exactly, but I knew something was wrong that very day. You wouldn't talk about it then-”

“And I won't talk about it now." She had begun walking again towards the training area.

“Won't you at least meet with the therapist?”

Bumblebee groaned as she turned back to her best friend, she knew he was not going to let his issue go, but before she could give the matter any more thought, she heard herself saying, “Fine, but I'm not promising anything.” She wasn’t surprise by her response; it always seemed that in the long run, she always gave into him. It was a condition of love.

OoOoO

Bumblebee was walking home as her session with her new therapist, Dr. Wolfe had just ended. The session, needless to say, had not gone well. Bumblebee just found that she was unable to open up to anyone other than Aqualad. In the ended, the doctor gave her a blank book and told her if she could not open up to her that maybe she could open up to a diary.

Bumblebee found the notion of writing in a diary childish, but Dr. Wolfe insisted and so Bumblebee reluctantly took the book. Soon finding herself in her room, Bumblebee sat at her desk. She turned on the desk lamp as she opened the diary to its first blank page. She picked up a pen and put the tip to the paper. “This is so stupid,” she said to herself before begin to write.

Dear Diary:

First let me state, that I’m only doing this to get Aqualad off my back. I just don’t understand what his problem is. There are no issues with daddy that I can’t-

Bumblebee stopped as she realized what she had just written. She blinked a few times as she stared down at the word ‘daddy.’ That was not what she meant to write. Bumblebee then closed the book; she didn’t want to write anything else. She crossed her arms on the table before resting her head on top of them. Her shoulders began to shake violently as she started to cry. As she did, she promised herself she would never let that man be the reason tears fell from her eyes again.

To Be Continued. . .

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