Previously...
While on a date with Don Lothario, Primrose gets a phone call from her mother who tells her that Mort has passed away. As the burial approaches, Primrose realizes that her mother is loosing her grip on reality, asking for Mort and not knowing where she is. But for the funeral she is back to normal and the gathering of people have a small but loving ceremony. Deric also is there, to support Primrose. Life goes back to normal, but Amelia is becoming more senile by the day and eventually Primrose makes her see that they have to move, which they do. Primrose gets in to a fancy arts school: Roth. She also meets up with Don again...
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The nightclub Don had brought her to was noisy, and dark, and full of smoke. She had never been in a place like it before, but she thought that with a little practice she would get used to it. If Don liked it, she was determined to like it too. The ridiculously high heeled shoes she had bought for the occasion were already making her feet hurt something fierce, but she was merciless and kept on dancing with Don until she could hardly stand, and they fell onto a couch laughing.
This was really fun. And the drink he had gotten her when they arrived had spread a warmness through her body. She felt both numb and extremely alert at the same time, as she watched him admiringly.
“This is so much fun!” She yelled over the loudly thumping music. Don looked at her with hungry eyes.
“I'm glad you like it! This is the best place in town if you wanna party!” That didn't mean a lot, Primrose thought to herself, Riverblossom Falls wasn't known for its great nightlife. Suddenly Don was right next to her, his chest pressed against hers. He sucked on her lower lip for a few seconds.
She felt awkward. What was she supposed to do? Grind against him? Moan? She had never been this close to a man before. How different was it from being with a woman? It felt very different. Before she could make up her mind they were back at the bar.
“Get me a Pomegranate Passion for my lady friend here and a Simolean Sunrise for me!” He yelled at the bartender, who answered with a very obliging “comin' up, Don”.
They sipped their drinks while talking about this and that. Primrose didn't want to talk though, she wanted to party! After pouring the last of her drink down her throat she pulled Don over to the dance floor again.
The pain in her feet seemed irrelevant now. They danced and they kissed. At times Primrose got glimpses of people around them, people staring as if they were doing something wrong. A couple of girls looked at her with... Was that pity in their eyes? She felt rebellious, on top of the world, and every time a disapproving face came in view she ground her hips into Don's even more fervently or pulled him into a deeper kiss.
She didn't know how long they had been there, being home before midnight couldn't have been farther from her thoughts now, but eventually Don pulled her over to the entrance.
“Hey, doll, I think we should move on. Let's go outside for a bit.” His face was blurry. When she looked around she noticed that everything was blurry, actually. Maybe a bit of cold, fresh night air was a good idea. It had a somewhat sobering effect as it hit them, but Primrose still felt kind of woozy.
Don laughed at her as she stumbled in front of him. Where were they going? He was leading her somewhere. They went up some rickety stairs. Suddenly they were inside again. The room was dark, but Don hit the light switch.
“I'm just gonna freshen up.” He said in a voice that somehow didn't seem as kind or attentive as before. He threw his jacket onto the dresser and went through a door. She could see a glimpse of dirty tile before it closed. She slumped down onto the floor, leaning against the bed for support.
Now that she was alone she tried to get a better look around the room, but it was difficult. Everything was a blur, as though she was wearing her father's reading glasses, the way she had when she was little. But she couldn't take them off. The only thing that was clear and crisp was a neon sign that she could see through the window.
What did it say? “Clicks”? So they were still at the nightclub, then. A feeling of dread filled her consciousness. But she was rapidly loosing it, she could feel it slipping away. What was happening? She still had her cluth. With a great effort she managed to get her numb fingers to open it. Lipstick, no. Scrap of paper, no. Keys, no. Drivers license, no! This wasn't what she wanted!
Then her nails struck something hard and smooth. Oh, yes, it was still there. She grabbed the phone clumsily. She put it close to her mouth, pushed the voice control button and whispered the first name that came into her head.
“Deric.”
A short noise from the phone told her that the command had been registered and soon it was ringing. She pressed it to her ear and waited. "Oh, please pick up!" But all she got was his voice mail. Not being able to think of anything else, she started speaking rapidly into the phone even before she had heard the beep.
“Deric, please pick up. Deric, I'm in trouble, I think I'm in trouble, I don't know what is happening. I'm in this room... I can't see straight. It's all a blur and, but there's a sign outside. Clicks-” She silenced herself immediately as she heard a noise from the bathroom, and dropped the phone on the floor.
She pushed it under the bed only moments before Don came out and looked at her with inquisitive eyes. He was quiet for a while, just staring at her crouched form on the floor.
“Can't believe I waited all this time to get you. But one who waits...”
He licked his lips with a sinister smile. Primrose was disgusted and had she not been so frightened, she would probably have thrown up right then and there. At the same time, though, she could feel herself let go of the fear. There was nothing to be afraid of, was there? Everything was alright. She tried to fight it but there was no use. She didn't know it, but the powder was working its way through her body with every beat of her heart. She felt him grab her and harshly drag her onto the bed. He touched her legs with his hands. Then they trailed up under her dress. They were on her breasts. Over the dress. Under the dress. Playing with her hair. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and looked deep into her eyes.
“You're something special, Primrose, you know that? I knew the moment I saw you that I had to have you. But you're such a prude. And I just can't wait anymore.” She didn't have the strength or the will to respond. She couldn't even think to say no. With a bit of an effort he pulled her dress off and stared down at her almost naked body.
“Mmm. I felt those curves when we were dancing. Just the way I like it. I think you will enjoy this.” He had started undressing himself. First he took off his shirt and then his shoes and socks. But he stopped.
“On second thought, I think I need a cig before we get started.” He went outside, leaving Primrose alone in the room. There were no thoughts of calling for help now. She felt like she didn't have a care in the world. Everything was just fine. After a few minutes Don came back in. He lay down on the bed next to her and caressed her body.
She didn't move. His finger trailed over her panties.
“Nice.” He said appreciatively as he looked at them. “A bit girly for my taste, though. I mean, I'm not a pedophile, you know. But we'll soon get rid of them.”
Don moved to unzip his pants, but just as he was about to do so, the door flew open. Primrose could see the dim figure of Deric in the doorway.
A rush of happiness coursed through her, and then it was gone. But Deric wasn't. He had thrown himself onto the astonished Don and was hitting him all over, pushing his fists into whatever part of his body he could get at.
Don, who was really a coward at heart, fled the scene without his clothes and without knowing what had hit him. But Deric only pursued him down the staircase. Then he remembered Primrose. All alone up there in that shabby room. What had the bastard done to her, he thought, to make her eyes so empty and lifeless? He took the steps three at a time and rushed inside the room. To his surprise she lay on the exact same spot as when he had burst through the door.
She hadn't moved, hadn't tried to hide, cover herself or call 911. He sat down next to the bed, looking into her eyes.
“Primrose. What is wrong? What can I do?” She looked at him with a weak smile.
“Deric.”
“Yes, it's me, what happened? What has he done to you?”
But Primrose couldn't answer. She was too deep in the fog of oblivion and she would stay that way for several hours. Deric re-dressed her awkwardly and brought her to the hospital. To his great relief they confirmed what he had hoped, that she hadn't been raped. But the hospital staff saw right away that she had been drugged by something and they said they wanted to keep her there over night. Deric was the one who called Amelia. She rushed to the hospital but when she got there Primrose was already asleep. The two of them sat on either side of the hospital bed, looking worn and dejected.
Amelia made Deric tell her all that he knew. Over and over she asked for more specific details, for information he didn't have. They would just have to wait for Primrose to wake up.
Primrose was released the next morning, when most of the substance had left her body and she was back to her senses again. Deric had already gone home when she woke up. Instead she had to ask her mom what had happened, because most of the previous night was a complete blur to her.
She couldn't even remember making the call to Deric, even when her mother recited it word for word to her.
They went home. Days passed with Primrose curled up on her bed, refusing to go to school. She felt humiliated. What a fool she had been. And Deric. He had saved her. But where was he now? She hadn't heard from him at all, except for the white lilies he had sent to the house the day she got home. She was too ashamed to call him. Eventually she went back to school. The headmaster had been informed of what had happened, only because Roth didn't allow students to stay at home without a doctor's recommendation, but no one else knew and Primrose wanted it to stay that way.
Several weeks passed without Deric and Primrose having any contact at all. And then he showed up on her doorstep one evening after school. Primrose was painting on the balcony above the porch, but Deric hadn't seen her as he approached.
She hadn't seen him either. But she heard the bell ring, and she heard Amelia open the door.
“Oh, Deric. How are you?” They embraced. “Thank you again for what you did. If you hadn't... If she'd... Oh, she will be so happy that you're here. I know she misses you.”
Deric cleared his throat.
“I wasn't sure if she wanted to talk, or if she wanted time, or-”
“No, no, I'm sure she wants to talk to you. Come in, come in, I'll go up and get her. She's probably in her room, she's barely been out of-” The door closed behind them and Amelia's voice was muffled so that Primrose couldn't hear the words. She didn't move. She kept painting. Amelia opened the door to the balcony and stood there, watching her daughter.
“Prim...” She said softly. “Do you want to see him?” Primrose turned her head to her mother. Her eyes were filled with tears. She nodded. Her mother gave her a compassionate smile and went back downstairs. In a few minutes the door opened again and Deric's rough voice sounded through the air, making the hairs on Primrose's arms stand.
“I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner. I'm sorry I couldn't... protect you...”
His voice trailed off. "Then I was right" she thought. Just as she had seen it as her mission, since the funeral, to keep him company and keep him happy, his mission had been to protect her and keep her safe. It was ironic, really. He took a few steps closer and sat down in one of the wicker chairs.
“And I'm sorry I haven't called. I didn't know if you needed time-”
“I know, I heard.” She made a gesture towards the little garden below, and he understood. As much as she wanted to turn around, to throw herself into his arms and thank him, because he had protected her, because he had saved her, she stayed where she was, letting the brush move over the canvas without purpose. She thought absent mindedly that this would be what one of her art teachers called “a spare painting”. All great painters had them. No one could do brilliant work every single time.
“If you want me to go-”
“No!” She said quickly. “Please stay. I feel safer now. When you're here.”
She knew she shouldn't have said it, but at the same time it felt good to get it out. And it was true. Then she turned around, and he stood up. They embraced. He caressed the back of her head and whispered into her ear that everything would be okay, as she cried silently into his shoulder.
This was really fun. And the drink he had gotten her when they arrived had spread a warmness through her body. She felt both numb and extremely alert at the same time, as she watched him admiringly.
“This is so much fun!” She yelled over the loudly thumping music. Don looked at her with hungry eyes.
“I'm glad you like it! This is the best place in town if you wanna party!” That didn't mean a lot, Primrose thought to herself, Riverblossom Falls wasn't known for its great nightlife. Suddenly Don was right next to her, his chest pressed against hers. He sucked on her lower lip for a few seconds.
She felt awkward. What was she supposed to do? Grind against him? Moan? She had never been this close to a man before. How different was it from being with a woman? It felt very different. Before she could make up her mind they were back at the bar.
“Get me a Pomegranate Passion for my lady friend here and a Simolean Sunrise for me!” He yelled at the bartender, who answered with a very obliging “comin' up, Don”.
They sipped their drinks while talking about this and that. Primrose didn't want to talk though, she wanted to party! After pouring the last of her drink down her throat she pulled Don over to the dance floor again.
The pain in her feet seemed irrelevant now. They danced and they kissed. At times Primrose got glimpses of people around them, people staring as if they were doing something wrong. A couple of girls looked at her with... Was that pity in their eyes? She felt rebellious, on top of the world, and every time a disapproving face came in view she ground her hips into Don's even more fervently or pulled him into a deeper kiss.
She didn't know how long they had been there, being home before midnight couldn't have been farther from her thoughts now, but eventually Don pulled her over to the entrance.
“Hey, doll, I think we should move on. Let's go outside for a bit.” His face was blurry. When she looked around she noticed that everything was blurry, actually. Maybe a bit of cold, fresh night air was a good idea. It had a somewhat sobering effect as it hit them, but Primrose still felt kind of woozy.
Don laughed at her as she stumbled in front of him. Where were they going? He was leading her somewhere. They went up some rickety stairs. Suddenly they were inside again. The room was dark, but Don hit the light switch.
“I'm just gonna freshen up.” He said in a voice that somehow didn't seem as kind or attentive as before. He threw his jacket onto the dresser and went through a door. She could see a glimpse of dirty tile before it closed. She slumped down onto the floor, leaning against the bed for support.
Now that she was alone she tried to get a better look around the room, but it was difficult. Everything was a blur, as though she was wearing her father's reading glasses, the way she had when she was little. But she couldn't take them off. The only thing that was clear and crisp was a neon sign that she could see through the window.
What did it say? “Clicks”? So they were still at the nightclub, then. A feeling of dread filled her consciousness. But she was rapidly loosing it, she could feel it slipping away. What was happening? She still had her cluth. With a great effort she managed to get her numb fingers to open it. Lipstick, no. Scrap of paper, no. Keys, no. Drivers license, no! This wasn't what she wanted!
Then her nails struck something hard and smooth. Oh, yes, it was still there. She grabbed the phone clumsily. She put it close to her mouth, pushed the voice control button and whispered the first name that came into her head.
“Deric.”
A short noise from the phone told her that the command had been registered and soon it was ringing. She pressed it to her ear and waited. "Oh, please pick up!" But all she got was his voice mail. Not being able to think of anything else, she started speaking rapidly into the phone even before she had heard the beep.
“Deric, please pick up. Deric, I'm in trouble, I think I'm in trouble, I don't know what is happening. I'm in this room... I can't see straight. It's all a blur and, but there's a sign outside. Clicks-” She silenced herself immediately as she heard a noise from the bathroom, and dropped the phone on the floor.
She pushed it under the bed only moments before Don came out and looked at her with inquisitive eyes. He was quiet for a while, just staring at her crouched form on the floor.
“Can't believe I waited all this time to get you. But one who waits...”
He licked his lips with a sinister smile. Primrose was disgusted and had she not been so frightened, she would probably have thrown up right then and there. At the same time, though, she could feel herself let go of the fear. There was nothing to be afraid of, was there? Everything was alright. She tried to fight it but there was no use. She didn't know it, but the powder was working its way through her body with every beat of her heart. She felt him grab her and harshly drag her onto the bed. He touched her legs with his hands. Then they trailed up under her dress. They were on her breasts. Over the dress. Under the dress. Playing with her hair. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and looked deep into her eyes.
“You're something special, Primrose, you know that? I knew the moment I saw you that I had to have you. But you're such a prude. And I just can't wait anymore.” She didn't have the strength or the will to respond. She couldn't even think to say no. With a bit of an effort he pulled her dress off and stared down at her almost naked body.
“Mmm. I felt those curves when we were dancing. Just the way I like it. I think you will enjoy this.” He had started undressing himself. First he took off his shirt and then his shoes and socks. But he stopped.
“On second thought, I think I need a cig before we get started.” He went outside, leaving Primrose alone in the room. There were no thoughts of calling for help now. She felt like she didn't have a care in the world. Everything was just fine. After a few minutes Don came back in. He lay down on the bed next to her and caressed her body.
She didn't move. His finger trailed over her panties.
“Nice.” He said appreciatively as he looked at them. “A bit girly for my taste, though. I mean, I'm not a pedophile, you know. But we'll soon get rid of them.”
Don moved to unzip his pants, but just as he was about to do so, the door flew open. Primrose could see the dim figure of Deric in the doorway.
A rush of happiness coursed through her, and then it was gone. But Deric wasn't. He had thrown himself onto the astonished Don and was hitting him all over, pushing his fists into whatever part of his body he could get at.
Don, who was really a coward at heart, fled the scene without his clothes and without knowing what had hit him. But Deric only pursued him down the staircase. Then he remembered Primrose. All alone up there in that shabby room. What had the bastard done to her, he thought, to make her eyes so empty and lifeless? He took the steps three at a time and rushed inside the room. To his surprise she lay on the exact same spot as when he had burst through the door.
She hadn't moved, hadn't tried to hide, cover herself or call 911. He sat down next to the bed, looking into her eyes.
“Primrose. What is wrong? What can I do?” She looked at him with a weak smile.
“Deric.”
“Yes, it's me, what happened? What has he done to you?”
But Primrose couldn't answer. She was too deep in the fog of oblivion and she would stay that way for several hours. Deric re-dressed her awkwardly and brought her to the hospital. To his great relief they confirmed what he had hoped, that she hadn't been raped. But the hospital staff saw right away that she had been drugged by something and they said they wanted to keep her there over night. Deric was the one who called Amelia. She rushed to the hospital but when she got there Primrose was already asleep. The two of them sat on either side of the hospital bed, looking worn and dejected.
Amelia made Deric tell her all that he knew. Over and over she asked for more specific details, for information he didn't have. They would just have to wait for Primrose to wake up.
Primrose was released the next morning, when most of the substance had left her body and she was back to her senses again. Deric had already gone home when she woke up. Instead she had to ask her mom what had happened, because most of the previous night was a complete blur to her.
She couldn't even remember making the call to Deric, even when her mother recited it word for word to her.
They went home. Days passed with Primrose curled up on her bed, refusing to go to school. She felt humiliated. What a fool she had been. And Deric. He had saved her. But where was he now? She hadn't heard from him at all, except for the white lilies he had sent to the house the day she got home. She was too ashamed to call him. Eventually she went back to school. The headmaster had been informed of what had happened, only because Roth didn't allow students to stay at home without a doctor's recommendation, but no one else knew and Primrose wanted it to stay that way.
Several weeks passed without Deric and Primrose having any contact at all. And then he showed up on her doorstep one evening after school. Primrose was painting on the balcony above the porch, but Deric hadn't seen her as he approached.
She hadn't seen him either. But she heard the bell ring, and she heard Amelia open the door.
“Oh, Deric. How are you?” They embraced. “Thank you again for what you did. If you hadn't... If she'd... Oh, she will be so happy that you're here. I know she misses you.”
Deric cleared his throat.
“I wasn't sure if she wanted to talk, or if she wanted time, or-”
“No, no, I'm sure she wants to talk to you. Come in, come in, I'll go up and get her. She's probably in her room, she's barely been out of-” The door closed behind them and Amelia's voice was muffled so that Primrose couldn't hear the words. She didn't move. She kept painting. Amelia opened the door to the balcony and stood there, watching her daughter.
“Prim...” She said softly. “Do you want to see him?” Primrose turned her head to her mother. Her eyes were filled with tears. She nodded. Her mother gave her a compassionate smile and went back downstairs. In a few minutes the door opened again and Deric's rough voice sounded through the air, making the hairs on Primrose's arms stand.
“I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner. I'm sorry I couldn't... protect you...”
His voice trailed off. "Then I was right" she thought. Just as she had seen it as her mission, since the funeral, to keep him company and keep him happy, his mission had been to protect her and keep her safe. It was ironic, really. He took a few steps closer and sat down in one of the wicker chairs.
“And I'm sorry I haven't called. I didn't know if you needed time-”
“I know, I heard.” She made a gesture towards the little garden below, and he understood. As much as she wanted to turn around, to throw herself into his arms and thank him, because he had protected her, because he had saved her, she stayed where she was, letting the brush move over the canvas without purpose. She thought absent mindedly that this would be what one of her art teachers called “a spare painting”. All great painters had them. No one could do brilliant work every single time.
“If you want me to go-”
“No!” She said quickly. “Please stay. I feel safer now. When you're here.”
She knew she shouldn't have said it, but at the same time it felt good to get it out. And it was true. Then she turned around, and he stood up. They embraced. He caressed the back of her head and whispered into her ear that everything would be okay, as she cried silently into his shoulder.
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This was intense! I tried to keep it short, because this was mainly a plotline to get rid of Don, and none of this really happened in game, of course. But it turned out so long that I couldn't fit much else into the episode. Either way, I hope you liked the drama and Deric coming to save the day! We've spent alot of time in Prim's teenage years now so I'm hoping I can finally get her to young adulthood in the next chapter. Thanks for reading and commenting!
/Alexandra
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Points
Legacy: 2
Lifetime Wishes: 1
Careers: 2
Skills: 0.5
Penalties
Other: 10 (moving Tilly and Carl in)
TOTAL: – 4.5
Oh my! Deric, her red head knight in shiny armor. Yay. So relieved that Prim is/will be okay. I'm sure it's a trauma with meet such a creep like Don. To all your Don's out there, your day in jail will come!
ReplyDeleteVery dramatic chapter! But you did great. And those shots of Deric kneeling by the bed, that sooo him. So glad Prim didn't get an overdose of that powder.
Yeah, sometimes it takes a real 'on the brink of death' situation to make two people realize they should be together, and are right for one another. I, for one, do not recommend nor prefer that method. ;)
And again, I have to say that house is beautiful. In RL I prefer two story houses, but in game it's tedious for me to always switch levels.
Yup, gingers rock! xD
ReplyDeleteAnd I will have to agree, guys like Don belong in jail. He's such a perv. "I'm not a pedophile you know." Yeah, right. I hate his guts now. I never really liked him in any of the games, but now, just because of my story, I really REALLY dislike the character. Silly me, it's my own fault.
The house really is beautiful. But I agree with you, one story houses are way easier to manage. Oh well, at least it's just two stories and not more.
So, when are you gonna update? I'm craving som Huckleberry juice! (Get it... berry... juice? Does that even make sense?)
Oh, but hold your horses! No one's said anything about Prim and Deric realizing they should be together. It's a strictly platonic relationship. :P
ReplyDeleteAww.. come on, Deric so has the hots for Prim! I just recently played the Riverview neighborhood, and so I only saw Don once or twice. Pedophile, my butt! He's been stalking around the schoolyard for weeks. Besides, he was like sizing her up like meat. grrrr..
ReplyDeleteI'm still fighting with Spellbound.. I wanted to finish the chapter by Sunday.. and now look! o_O
Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't. For a while I was considering making him gay (I know you can't make someone gay, but you know what I mean :P). We'll see what happens. It's not like I've mapped out Prim's entire life or anything... *rolls eyes innocently*
ReplyDeleteThat's what happens when you divide your attention between two stories! I really like Spellbound, though, so it's probably worth it. Keeping my fingers crossed that it all runs smoothly for you now so that the chapters will come together quickly. :)
For a while I thought about making Nina a gay character. But then she turned into this beautiful teen, and I thought nahhh what a shame. :D And noooo, I haven't forgotten! She will be up soon.
ReplyDeleteYeah, having two blogs is meh at times, but the two stories didn't really match, so tada...another one of Jed's bright ideas. But having two stories keeps my mind going (at times mad, yes), and it helps fight the tyranny of the blank page. :D
"What a shame", haha! I happen to like same sex relationships in legacies, but whatever. :p Can't wait to put her in my game with her brothers!
ReplyDeleteWell, I just didn't make her a gay character because I thought she'd make beautiful babehs.. LOL by the way, she's up now.
ReplyDeleteWheeeee! I'm so glad she got out of that situation physically unharmed. Mentally, though I'm sure she's scarred. At least she learned her lesson! And Deric is such a good kid, even if the relationship is just 'platonic', although I feel like they will both eventually realise their feelings and get together. Even if they don't, he's a wonderful boy. ^^
ReplyDeleteI didn't say it on the other chapter but Prim's jaw is just ... wow! I didn't expect that to be hidden underneath the hair! Loving the chapters, of course. They have a realism to them that some Sim stories don't have. =]