Sins

"Umm. . .no." her face was in full disgust as she walked away. He just rolled his eyes as she went off, and the more the distance between them grew the more he got agitated. It wasn't too long before he snapped. . .

"WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING??" his voice echoed throughout the house, lucky for him they were the only ones there. No response was returned only the sound of a slamming door. So he just got up and went after her, this was an everyday thing for them.

"Fucking bitch thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants. WELL FUCK NO!!" she said all of this while tears threatened to come out of her eyes. She continued to walk down the hall mumbling words of hate from her mouth. Smart thing to do would be just to leave him, but that was not an option for her. She could leave one day only to have him follow her like an abandoned puppy that she will take in. It wasn't long until she was racing over to his room, slamming and locking the door behind her when he finally caught up.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!!!" he said all this while slamming his fist into the door.

"FUCK OFF DESMOND!!!" she kicked the door in return.

"SO HELP ME FUCKING GOD IF YOU DONT GET YOUR ASS OUT HE-" she cut him of mid-sentence.

"GO TO FUCKING HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT NIGGA!! I FUCKING HATE YOUR ASS JUST LEAVE ALREADY!!!" her voice strained from the screaming and everything went silent.

Vivi knew better then to wait and check because Desmond would still be on the other side waiting for her to get out. She did not want to face him after saying that last sentence. So she just sat there on the bed spewing curse words under her breath, the fact that she was in his room only fueled her anger bit by bit.

Then she heard the door slamming from downstairs. She really didn't expect much of it, thinking that he would just sit there on the porch and smoke his problems away. The thought of that got Vivi even more pissed, until she heard another slam. . . and this time of a car door.

"He didn't. . . ." she whispered to herself as the sound of a car engine turning on was heard and she rushed to the window to go check. The cold winter air brushed against her face and neck, but by the time Vivi looked out to see what was heard, the red and black Mercedes Benz already sped off down the street.

"HE LEFT?????? THAT FAGGOT ASS BASTARD!!!!!!!!" slamming the window shut she stormed towards the bed and flopped on it. Clawing at the sheets and pillows in her frustration mumbling even more curse words under her breath. All the while the tears she tried to contained poured out. She didn't care at this point her emotion got the best of her.

Vivi looked up, sniffling and trying to wipe away the trail of tears that consumed her cheeks, to a picture of them together. It disgusted her so she threw a pillow at it. The picture knocked off the table and crashed at the floor with a crack.

"Oh fuck now I broke it." she sighed, pulling herself off of the bed and picked up the photo.

It was her and Desmond at a party some time back, they looked happy. You would think from their faces that they don't fight like they usually do. Shows how much you know. . . Loving a person who everyone tells you is not right for you but you don't care because you love them. To doing stupid things that hurt each other and bring one another to the brink of killing someone or one another. Then on the verge of finally leaving the person, completely done with them and whatever they had to say to you. Then say a few exchange of words that sink into you toying with your mind and emotions, leaving you in a state of blindness of love. Finally being right back on each other like a bodybuilder to a gym. Dis-functional relationships are like this every time, the deeper the love the harder to let go. . . .unless someone dies.

Vivi chuckled to herself at the memory the picture held, she lifted her head and looked around the room. Despite the holes left in the wall from past fights it was a pretty decent room. It was medium sized, the walls were a faded blue, posters of girls, cars, and movies were hanged around the walls. A queen sized bed took up the back wall with 2 side tables accompanying it. Mirrored closet to the right, and the window parallel to it.

Desmond kept it surprisingly clean, although his bed was now messed up thanks to a certain someone. His whole room was flooding her with memories of them, during the good and bad times. Vivi got sick of it as she threw the picture on the bed, and just left the room, pretty much staggering onward through the hallway and down the stairs. There were a few cracks in the walls here and there but those were from Desmond and his roommate. She was acquainted with him and thought he was a nice laid back guy. How he put up with Desmond amazed her fully and if it wasn't for the fact that Desmond lived with his roommate the house would have been left in dust.

Vivi took a quick left into the kitchen for a little snack, going through the pantry looking for something. Anything that she could munch on without the job of having to make something. It was empty.

"Man they never have any food in this damn house, Desmond's fat ass is always eating everything." she gave up and targeted the fridge for her next attack.

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"Stupid bitch pisses me the fuck off. . ." Desmond's eyes were just fixed on the road, driving way off of the speed limit, weaving through the cars.

He didn't know where the hell he was going just as long as he could blow off some steam. Usually he would go find some girl to mess around with but the thought of that only brought him back to Vivi. Which got him even more pissed off. His hand was grasping hard on the wheel as he hooked his iPod into the radio to at least try to distract his anger. Incubus's "aqueous transmission" finally came on after a few seconds, Desmond let out a sigh. Loosening his grip on the wheel, he sat back a bit more into his seat, Desmond was still freaking pissed. Fact, but the song was letting him trail off into his sub-conscious away from his problems.

When he came back into reality, he was listening to Drake's "miss me" and was parked right outside of a restaurant. "Pano's" a nice simple restaurant with the best quality food as one of the more expensive ones like "Pairs" or " La Mystic". It was a combination of Italian and Mexican food, and occasionally any other kind of racial food. Desmond looked around to check if his surrounds were true.

"How the fuck did I get here?? Jesus, was I that hungry?? Man whatever." another sigh was let out as Desmond sat there for a short moment to collect his thoughts, then he just got out and walked into the place.

Once inside he stood there in amazement as to how many people were seated in the building. Families, business people, teenagers, etc. everyone was here, enjoying their time sharing laughs and delicious food. Desmond looked up at the clock on the wall, it was only 3 in the afternoon and the place was more than full. He wasn't sure if he would be seated at all. About 5 minutes passed until he was approached by one of the waitresses. She was shorter than him by a few inches with brunette hair. Her expression was bored and a bit dull, but she managed to hide it well and bring a smile across.

"Sorry for the wait, I'll have you seated soon." Desmond just blinked lazily at her in return, his facial expression a bit annoyed. She ignored it and lead him to an opened booth by the window.

"I will be back shortly to take you order" with that said she went off.  

In the back of Pano's it was less crowded, but busy.

"I wonder if that lazy fuck did anything today. . . ." the sound of popping gum was heard through the kitchen, that and the sizzling, boiling, and over all cooking of the food being made for the hungry people outside of the kitchen's entrance.

The total of 5 cooks were busy at their own station frying, chopping, sauteing, grilling, etc. for who ever ordered it from sea of customers they had on a daily basis. It was only recently that they acquired a new employee, C.C., ever since she started working there the amount of people coming in increased over time. Her food was loved by all and there was barely ever a complaint about the food she served up.

C.C. stood at about 5'6" with curly hair, tanned, and striking lime green eyes. More sounds of popping gum came from her mouth. C.C. loved food, eating it and making it. So working at any food establishment was pure bliss for her. Even though she loved food a lot, she maintained a nice figure, but every now and then chocolate would get the best of her. Like how it does with a lot of people, unless they don't like chocolate.

She dabbed some sauce for the chicken Alfredo she was preparing on her hand to test-taste it.

"Needs a little spice. . ." She reached over to the salt and pepper and the hot sauce, sprinkling it all over the sauce before testing it again.

"Perfect." C.C. covered the 2 plates of fettuccine with the Alfredo sauce, she then walked over to the big display table and set them down with the rest of the prepared food.

"I NEED 4 MEXICAN SPECIALS AND THE ITALIAN DAILY SERVING" shouted, the only male waiter, as he came rushing in and out for his orders.

"4 SPECIALS AND A DAILY" the word was spread until it hit it's target's ears.

C.C. was relaxing for a few minutes and the table in the back of the kitchen, sending rapid texts to people. She looked up to her co-chef Adrian, he was standing with his head cocked to the side, looking at her the whole time. He stood at about 5'8", half Caucasian and Hispanic, with hazel eyes. Although C.C. liked his eyes they were making her a little anxious.

"What???" she looked at him, as he looked back at her up and down.

"Nothing. . . you got orders to fill. 4 m.s.'s and an i.d." he pointed back to her station with his eyes. She sat there for a moment and popped her gum. Then she smacked her teeth and got up, walking past Adrian who was still looking at her until he just went back to work.


"4 kisses and a hug, I gotcha. You'll get it in 2 minutes" after sending a quick text C.C. got straight to work on her creations.

Te pasta was boiling in the pot as she was crushing some corn flakes. The pasta was finished quick and she had it waiting on the table for pick up. She went back to mix sugar and cinnamon together with the corn flakes, then one after the other she took a scoop of vanilla ice cream and rolled it into the corn flake crumbs until no ice cream was exposed. She dipped each corn flake coated ice cream ball into some boiling oil, letting it sit there for 10 seconds, then placing them on separate plates. She decorated the plates with some flower design using red and green glaze. Utada Hikaru's "final distance" m-flo remix rang through the pocket of her jeans.

C.C. ignored it until she was finished with her work and set them at the table. She reached into her pocket to check who was bothering her, with a sigh she answered.

"Yeah what happened??" her voice gave off the intent that she was a bit irritated.

"THAT ASSHOLE! HE LEFT ME HERE ROT WHILE HE'S OUT FUCKING WITH EVERYONE!!!!" Vivi sobbed on the other line. C.C. loved her friend but the whining every time Desmond did something stupid was annoying.

"Calm down please and wipe your tears. He did not leave you, maybe he just went off somewhere to blow off some steam" she tried her best to reassure Vivi. It didn't help.

"YEAH BLOW OFF SOME STEAM WITH A TRAMP SOMEWHERE!!!! HE'S SUCH A JERK!!! I HATE HIM SO MUCH, I WISH" C.C. Cut her off immediately.

"You wish what??? That you can leave?? You know damn well that will never happen, you two seem inseparable to me." the last thing Vivi heard was the popping of C.C.'s gum on the other line.

"So what happened??"

Back in the front of Pano's Desmond was enjoying the pizza he ordered. His mood was better now that he had some time away from Vivi, he knew to keep his guard up though because something might and would happen. He was practically done with his food, just sitting there relaxing for a while. Then he felt as if someone was watching him, it had him feeling unpleasant but he was more than ready to solve whatever the person's problem with him was. He looked out of the corner of his eye to a group of girls. They were about 15ft away from him and talking in a hushed tone. Once his eyes met with one of them they just giggled to themselves, this made him smirk which gave them a false sense of hope.

His view was blocked by the waitress, her mood was better this time and more alive.
"Will there be anything else or would you like your check???" she stood there, her smile more warm and friendly.

"What would you recommend for dessert??" he looked up at her.

"Hmm. . . .how about the fried ice cream??" she suggested back at him, he nodded in approval. She wrote it down real quick and went off to the kitchen.

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"That boy will never learn. . . ." C.C. shook her head in disappointment to the man that her friend was forced to call 'her baby'.

"So then what happened??" The other line went quiet, C.C. checked her phone to see if something had happened, if she pressed the wrong button by mistake.

"Hellooooooooooooooooooo???"

". . . I told him to fuck off and that I hate him. . ." Vivi's voice gave the hint that she was annoyed with Desmond's idiocy but regretting ever saying that. She was resting on the couch, legs crossed, watching some TV. But she was more into the phone than her program. She was still alone in the house, it didn't feel comfortable for her at all.

"Wow. . .you were that mad. . . "

"YES I WAS THAT MAD!!!!" Vivi roared into the phone.

But before C.C. could tell her to shut up she felt a tap on the shoulder. It was Adrian again and he had an order in his hand for her.

"Vivi I have to let you go now. I have work to do, but I will talk to you later. And don't cry yourself to death. Its sad." with that said she hung up and got back to work.

On the other hand Vivi sat there a little ticked off that she was just hung up on. There was nothing she could do though, C.C. had a job to attend to, as much as she loves to cook she doesn't want to be broke either. Vivi slouched back into the couch, flipping through the channels looking for something to watch.

C.C. was preparing her 5th fried ice cream so far for the day, she set it on the table and the waitress came in and out with it. She went walking over to one of the booths on the right side of the establishment. Her customer was sitting there, hands intertwined with one another, staring out the window in deep thought.

"Here you go." she placed the dessert on the table, not even a thank you was returned, she didn't let it faze her as she went off.

Desmond picked up the spoon, cracking at the fried corn flake shell of the ice cream. He took a bite of it, the vanilla had a hint of cinnamon in it. The crunch of the corn flakes were just really, really, good. Desmond took a few more bites until something familiar hit him. He furrowed his brows looking at the fried frozen pastry.

". . . .the fuck. . ." he took another bite just to be sure of his thought. He looked around for that one brunette waitress, spotting her over by the side with her phone out.

"Hey miss, excuse me." She came over, her eyebrows arched in cooperation.

"yes??" she leaned in a bit as she spoke.

"Who made this?? I want to see the person." He looked with a stern face. She got a bit worried by the sudden command but went off into the kitchen to get the chef.

C.C. was flipping some burgers and popping a new stick of gum in her mouth. She added pepper to them because in her opinion it always tasted better that way and she never had a complaint about them before. She was literally minding her own business when the sound of her name being called made her jump.

She turned around with her brows low and her face giving off that "really??? REALLY??? YOU HAD TO DO THAT" kind of face.

"What?!?!?!" her voice was pissed. The brunette smacked her teeth in return.

"One of my customers wants to meet you. . . " she mumbled something else under her breath.

C.C. had a "what the freaking hell?" expression on her face as she wiped her hands with a towel and followed the girl out of the kitchen and to one of the booths.

Desmond grew a grin when he saw the familiar face that was approaching him with the waitress. He got up with one of his hands automatically going to his pocket.

"I knew it was you." his authoritative voice rang in C.C.'s ears.

She popped her gum at him. "What do you want??" She whined a bit at him.

"What?? No hello? Hi, how are you Desmond? Oh its good to see you too C.C. I feel the love, really I do." that last remark had some sarcasm in it making her only smack her teeth in return to him.

"Hi Desmond. Now what do you want??" there wasn't much enthusiasm in her voice.

"I just wanted to make sure that it was actually you who made this. Now that I know I will be coming here to bother you as much as I can." He smirked

"Oh now I feel the love. You know Vivi blasted in my ear because of you?? If I go deaf it will be you who pays for my hearing aid."

Desmond put his hands up in defense. "Hey not my fault she takes everything out of hand."

"Shut the hell up man. J-just shut up." She put her hand up to contradict his hands that were up.

He gave her a semi-serious face in return. He looked down to the ice cream, taking another bite. "Hey can you make me one more of these??" Desmond looked back up to C.C. She popped her gum in response, again.

"Alright. Come over to the counter when your done with that one." She turned back around to the kitchen and got to work.

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Back at Desmond's house Vivi was knocked out on the couch. She was watching some movie on Lifetime movie network when she just knocked out. The girl in the movie was getting old with her innocent act and it bored Vivi. She didn't hear the door unlock or open and close, neither the footsteps that were coming near her.

Desmond chuckled to himself at the sight of her huddled on the couch in some jeans and a sweater. He couldn't touch her with the ice cream because the shell was still warm, but missing an opportunity to mess with her wasn't at all fun. So he just rubbed his hands together and smacked her extremely hard on her thigh.

It took a moment for the stinging pain to settle in her brain and make her body react to it. Vivi violently jumped up with a scream moments later. "FUCKING SHIT!!!!!! THAT HURT A LOT YOU BASTARD!!!" She turned to see Desmond, standing there laughing at her misfortune, that lit the fuse to her bomb. So she returned the favor by punching him in the gut. This had him stumbling back a few feet, coughing out in pain. He looked up and avoided the next punch she was throwing at him, with quick reflex he took her arm and threw her on the couch.

Desmond went off into the kitchen to put away the treat, when he got smacked behind the head with a bat. This threw him off his balance a bit more, he held himself up with the fridge and quickly set down the ice cream. Then he turned back to Vivi with ticked off eyes ready to get even.

He cracked his neck walking towards her. There was a bit of fear in her eyes as she backed up with every step he took. He was like an animal, he could smell her fear like blood.

"Oh so now you want to run??? Oh your funny." Desmond chuckled darkly at her, only bringing more fear into Vivi. He darted for her when she tried to run to the living  room. Vivi flew into the wall groaning at the pain. She kicked Desmond in the chest, when he came for her again, sending him back. She got up and gave him a few punches in the face before getting smacked.

With that she ran into the kitchen and headed for the knife drawer. When Desmond entered the kitchen coming for her, he was almost greeted by a butcher knife to the face. He managed to dodge it and a few several other ones that Vivi was throwing at him. She looked like an assassin throwing the knives. Then it went silent. It got too quiet as she scoped the area knife in hand, she was on full alert trying to find where he ran off to.

". . .where the fuck did you go. . . ." she whispered to herself. Then out of nowhere she was yanked to the floor, Desmond hovering over her. He took the knife from her hand before she could stab him with it. Vivi struggled under his grip, she looked up and noticed something different about him. Desmond's usually dark brown eyes were now beginning to fade into a red. She gasped at the realization of what was happening, managing to bring her legs up she threw his weight off of her. Running out of the kitchen, Desmond, like the bionic human he was, got up immediately and caught up to her. Slamming her into the wall again and holding her down with his arm. Vivi knew she was about to be hit again but there was no escape now for he had her pinned by the neck. All she could do was brace herself for the pain that was about to be inflicted to her, she closed her eyes when she saw his fist coming.

"Am I dead?? no. . .I didn't feel anything. . .what the hell?" she thought to herself.

Desmond's hand was completely consumed by the wall, his head was down, steadily breathing, and the grip he had around her neck was loosened. Vivi sighed in relief and sniffled a bit, she brought her hand up resting it on the back of his neck. He looked up at her and breathed out, his eyes were back to their original dark brown. There was sincerity in his eyes also, which were rare.

". . .hey. . .I'm sorry." his voice was low but she heard it.

Now with both hands on his face she replied. ". . .yeah. . .I know." Vivi let out a small laugh, this made him grin back at her. Their little tender moment was interrupted when Desmond's phone went off.

"Man who the fuck. . .what the hell do you want???" He answered

"Your sleeping on your own tonight." the voice was unfazed by Desmond's rude demeanor.

"yeah whatever, tell the bitch I said hi" he hung up on the caller. Vivi just laughed at the man before her.

"Your so damn mean to people. Karma might come back." He shut her up with a kiss.

"I know. I don't care though."

She kissed him back. "I know you don't."