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Hell Hath No Fury

Posted on 12 Sep 2018 @ 7:11am by Civilian Phillip Sharpe

Mission: The Admiral's Daughter
Location: Annie's Quarters
Timeline: MD-04, immediately after 'The End of Innocence'

Annie was fuming to say the least.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces.

How the hell could Phil do this to her?!

He literally took her entire nightmare and bought it so he could make some extra cash. What was he even thinking?! She trusted him with her entire being and he used her to further his own riches. He was dangling Adam Cross right in front of her face, the man who had left his greasy mark on her memory that could never be washed away.

And, second of all, what else was he hiding from her? This was a multi-million dollar building and Phil owned a shipping company. How could he afford something like this? There was something else, someone entirely different, hidden underneath the layer of his easy-going boyish charm.

She didn’t care that it was the middle of his sleep. Waking him up early was going to be the least of his problems after she dealt with him.

Storming into her quarters, Annie yelled for the computer to turn all of the lights in the quarters to turn on, including the bedroom lights where Phil was fast asleep in her bed still. The woman was on a rampage.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

“Phil!” Annie shook his shoulder fiercely. “Phil, what the fuck?!”

Phil, who'd been in the middle of his REM cycle of his sleep, woke up groggily to the shouting and being shook. As his eyes opened, the lights were on at full intensity and hurt his eyes. He shielded them with his arm as he stirred. "Mmrr... Annie?" He asked, groggily.

Annie pulled her bedsheets off of him and shook his leg. "Wake up, Phil! Time for me to explain how insane you actually are!"

Pulling himself up and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, looked at a chrono and groaned. "Perhaps we should be discussing how insane you are for waking someone up at two forty-five am, by shouting and shaking them?" He said, as he yawned. "What's the problem?"

"You are, apparently!" She threw his discarded pants on top of him. "Get up and explain to me how your name wound up on Adam Cross's hotel welcome sign!" Her voice was sharp and ready to cut through his skin.

Phil pulled his pants off of him, glaring at Annie as he pulled them on.
How had she found out he'd bought the hotel? They'd only arranged it yesterday afternoon. He'd come straight round to visit her after. "Annie, that's a business-"

Annie jumped over his words, cutting them off since they were only making her angrier. "You have absolutely no clue as to what that place has done to innocent men and women at the hands of a psychopathic maniac! Why would you even want to buy something that has been nothing but a horror house?"

He hadn't anticipated that she'd react like this. She'd shown zero interest in his professional life whatsoever up until this point. How could he have known she'd go down and visit the destroyed remains of the hotel? How could he have possibly known that some enterprising person had gone and changed the name-plate on the hotel to his company name already? He supposed he could understand her being a little angry, but this was a different league of angry. "It was a good business opportunity..." He began, but was again cut off by Annie's tirade.

Annie threw her hands up and stormed into the common area. "You are sick, you know that? Trying to make an extra buck off of something built by a man who tried to kiss me and run his lips and hands on me while I was handcuffed and strung up to his basement ceiling... he drugged those women and used them as prostitutes and often pushed himself and his own sick desires onto them, and they had no way of pushing him off of them!" Her voice became hoarse from the straining while relentlessly venting to Phil. She was not able to process what he was saying to her as her anger had masked every sensation and her capability of thinking and acting logically.

He followed her out into the common area, having finally managed to get dressed. "Annie, I didn't do this to upset you. I did it to right a terrible wrong, and yes, to expand my business..." But again, he was cut off before he could even explain himself.

"Just shut up, Phil!" Annie barked out. "You lied to me! You care for me and help me and make me feel safe with you and then you go behind my back and destroy any hope of my recovery from the Hell I had walked through..."

"How did I lie to you?" He asked incredulously. "You never once asked me about my businesses, my intentions for my businesses, or my purchase plans. You've shown no interest in my professional life, and now you're shouting and hurling abuse at me for not asking you before I bought an investment?!"

Annie picked up Phil's jacket that had been left on her couch and threw it at his face. "Get the fuck out, Phil. And don't you dare speak to me again." Her eyes were black and her voice had given him her final blow. She was unable to look at him the same way again. He had ruined the trust that she had slowly built up for him. At that moment there was no coming back.

Phil grabbed the jacket in mid-air, as she tossed it at him. Something precious, something important had been smashed in that moment. He had no idea she would find the simple act of buying up a hotel, so that he could do some good... no... she wouldn't listen to him now. To her, he was as bad as the people who'd done this to her. The pain was raw in her still, and she wasn't able to process things properly. He went to say something, then changed his mind. She wouldn't listen - couldn't listen to him right now. Anything he said now would make it far worse.

He gave her a curt nod, let out a deep sigh, and left her quarters. He wasn't going to give up on her, not by a long shot. But she needed to calm down, and he needed to give her the space to work it out herself. Forcing himself onto her, metaphorically speaking, was not going to help.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Annie burst into a pile of hate-filled tears as she fell to her knees and let everything out. Everything inside of her hurt. Wrapping her arms around herself, she fell completely apart and found no comfort in the thought of being alone once and for all. Phil had no regard for any of her feelings and the nightmare she had lived inside of his new business venture. She loved him. She honestly and truly was head over heels in love with him and it was all just one big practical joke.

The nightmare just never seemed to end.

 

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