Aphrodite (RDJ / Scar Jo)

Day to day

Third Person’s POV

“I’m glad to see you awake” Edward Gordon looked at the younger man “and sober”

His friend looked away, groaning and cursing “How did you get me here?”

“Well… I was waiting until you got to an alcoholic coma to drag you. Until that kid saved your life when a division sank. It would have been upon you, if not for him” Gordon preached, pointing at Tom, who was asleep on the nearest chair “Will you stop trying to kill yourself, Reilly?”

“Will you stop bugging me?!” His friend aggressively answered, waking Tom up.

“No, I will not” Gordon snapped “I will be here, punch your face and kick your ass until you look at things straight again.”

“Mr… Reilly” Tom slowly stood up, hesitatingly “How are you feeling?”

“I’d be a lot better if both of you would just disappear”

“You’re a pussy” Gordon provoked.

The young man looked at him, his stare showed exactly how furious he was.

Gordon continued “They’re dead. They’re not coming back. Puff, they’re GONE!” he snapped “And if you’re going to spend the rest of your days waiting for your death, my friend, you just do that. Just kill yourself slowly and feel each part of your body die and hurting. Because obviously you do not have the balls to just put a bullet through your f*ckin brains and end the story straight away!”

Tom quickly moved between the men when Robert jumped from the bed and tried to hit Gordon.

IV’s were ripped, serum bottles destroyed and blood was everywhere.

Soon, nurses came in with security men, trying to stop the entire uproar “What the hell is going on here?! Robert, please go back to bed, you try something like this again, we’ll have to tie you up”

The man looked at them furiously, if his stare could kill, everyone would be dead in the room already.

“You know just how right I am, don’t you Reilly?!” Gordon kept on provoking

“Please leave now, Mr. Gordon” Another nurse asked “I’ll be back, Reilly. And you better be thinking straight again”

Tom stood there, in the middle of all the uproar, not really knowing what to do. Still, his guts told him to stay next to Robert, who, after getting back on the bed, stared at him “You should have left that room fall upon me”

He gulped, petrified in his spot.

*At Aphrodite*

“Belle, you don’t leave that spot for days… and you only get up at nights because you have to” Claire paid Belle a visit.

“You don’t know what it’s like, Claire…” Belle whispered, lied on the bed, in a fetal position. She hurt, her entire body was sore, but you can only imagine what hurt the most. “They don’t force you to it, you’ve been raised here… you don’t know anything else. You don’t know what it is like to make love do someone. They don’t leave you around the club to bed just any man. You rarely do… you have just that guy who’s always with you… what’s his name again?”

“Roy.” Claire looked at her “I know they don’t put me out in the club like they do to you, but sometimes I also get horrible guys…” she tried to defend herself “And, honestly, love making doesn’t exist… not with a man… we all know how men are like and what they want and like”