More Than a Fan v.3, NC-17; all het; Elijah, Orli, and Dom

You would

Hmm... I'm almost catching up with myself... Maybe I should start chapter 14...

Yes, I would, and I am. hehe.

And yes, you SHOULD start chapter 14. Peese?

Does this mean you want chapter 10? Cuz you can't handle that one, little girl.

Little girl? Oh I know you did not just...*snickers* I don't mind the little, but the GIRL is what I have a problem with. And yes I can handle it, thank you very much. Bring-it-on. (Mind you that is not a pirate, that is Kenshin Himura, an anime character in which none of you would know about...Unless you watch Anime.)

Okay, so I got ahead of myself... chapter 11 is the one you might not be able to handle.

~Chapter Ten~ ( R )

Once arriving in Dallas, I take a cab back to Joey’s apartment. She doesn’t know I’m coming back today, so it will be a nice surprise…
And more time for me to figure out what I’m going to say to her.

“Hello! Joey! I’m home girl!” I call as soon as I open the front door. “Joey?” I am beginning to look around when all of a sudden I am attacked from behind.

“Finally!” Joey says and hugs me tight. “You didn’t call, didn’t write! I was wondering if you were even still alive! How the hell was your trip?”

I take a deep breath, "let's sit down."

She gives me an odd look. “Alright…is everything okay?” She sits down on the couch and I sit next to her.

“Gah, I don’t know how to start. There are so many things that have happened these past few weeks. Well…first off…you know Loren and I went to the premier in New Zealand and met all the guys there. And that we went to the after party…but what you don’t know is that…at the party…well, Orli and I kind of messed around.” I look at the floor, not sure how she’s going to react.

Her eyes grow as large as saucers. “You…and Orlando Bloom? You and he…how far did you go?” She asks in an excited manner and leans in to hear more.

"Clothing was starting to be removed, and we basically know everything about each other."

"'Roman' hands and 'Russian' fingers?" She asks excitedly.

"On both our accounts," I hang my head.

"You didn't go back to the hotel with him?” Joey looks at me in disbelief. “Who?” She gasps, “Was it Dom? No…Viggo! Ronda! He’s old enough to be your Father!” She lets out a giggle. “Was he…any good?” She says this in a teasing way.

I turn back to her, my eyes full of tears, "I'm so sorry Kitty. It wasn’t Viggo, or Dom. Not even Billy." I watch as Joey’s expression goes from teasing, to dark and angry.

“You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. Elijah…he’s always been mine! You were after Dom…how come…” She breaks down and starts to cry angry tears. “What happened about you going back to your boyfriend? What happened to all your dreams and fantasies about Dom? Where did Elijah come into the picture! He was mine!”

"You think I meant for it to happen?" I exclaim back through my own tears. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen! I only wanted to go for the fun of it. Now…now it’s too late to take back what’s already been done.” When I finish telling her this, I start to walk into my room.

"What? There's more. Are you just playing around. Are you playing 'let's see how many celebrities I can hump and dump'?"

“I’m not playing games Joey.” I turn and face her. “If anyone is playing around, it’s Orlando.”

"What?" She doesn’t believe me.

"When he touched me the way he did," I choke out through tears, "it felt like he meant it."

"So your confused about things right now?" Her voice becomes tender, but she is still crying.

"I'm just... My head is really messed up right now. I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll talk to you later."

She nods, allowing me to leave.

I flip through my CD wallet and pick out Madonna’s “American Life”. Putting it on Nobody Knows Me I crank up the volume and allow the warm water to wash over me.

I still say bring-it-on.

gr8 chappies ronda sorry it has taken me sooooo long to catch up but really really gd i liked more when u can love moi

~Chapter Eleven~ (NC-17) (This would be the chapter I was warning about.)


As the water washes over me, and the song plays, I begin to remember how Orlando’s hands felt all over me. Everywhere my loufa touches, another memory of Orlando comes to mind.

Suddenly, the shower curtain is pulled violently aside. I gasp and try to cover myself with my arms. When I recognize who the intruder is, sheer terror races through my veins and I almost go faint.

"I see you're preparing yourself for me," my intruder chuckles.

“Steve?” I shriek and try to grab the shower curtain to cover up with. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Tears begin to form behind my eyes and I try calling, “Joey!” but with no avail.

"That little bitch can't help you now Ronda," he snarls as he draws down the zipper of his pants.

"What do you want Steve?" I whimper and try to flatten myself against the shower wall.

"Only what you owe me you little slut." He says and proceeds to pull his pants off, followed by his boxers and shirt.

"I owe you nothing!"

"You said you'd be my girlfriend. You said you loved me!" Steve steps into the shower with me and draws the curtain back.

I’m cowering as far away from him as possible and say, “Steve, we hardly know each other. I never said those things…. I-I said I’d consider being your girlfriend.”

Steve corners me and pulls me to him. “I really do love you Ronda.” He says and reaches down to get a hold of the crook of my knee. He pushes me back against the wall and covers my mouth with his other hand. “Now, I’m going to show you how much I love you.” His erection is now pressed against my lower region, almost entering me.

“Sh-h-h!” He says as I whimper against his hand. My emotions shut down as his penis is rammed violently inside of me. He lets it stay in for a moment, before drawing it back out and ramming it inside again.

My emotional being has completely shut down, but my physical one must still have been active because the next thing I am aware of, I’m vomiting on him.

Pulling back from me, he says “What the fuck? Ronda…” his voice trails and he raises a hand.

He begins to slap me, and not only on my face. His slaps cover from head to toe, and only then does he stop, look at what he’s done with a horrified expression on his face, and leave.

As soon as he leaves, I slide down to the floor of the shower and begin to cry.

I deserved that...I shouldn't have toyed with his emotions... I only deserve the pain….

My thoughts stop as Joey crawls in, "Ronda?" She asks and wraps her arms around me.

Why is she rocking me? I think, but then realize that it isn’t her that’s rocking, it’s me.

It’s at that moment that my shock goes away and I realize I am in the fetal position, covered in vomit, semen and tears.

"Who was that?" Joey whispers and helps to stand me up. She tries to walk away from me, to grab my towel, but I don’t let her go; instead pulling her to me and beginning to weep all over again.

TAKE THAT STEVE!! AND THAT! (Dude, Kenshin Himura would whoop Steve's ass in two seconds flat...There would be no more Steve.)

There will be no more Steve... that dude creeped me out... I originally wrote that part soon after had to change my e-mail because of him...

You mean there seriously was a guy like that? *shudders* Okay that's just freaky...Not cool at all...

Hello again!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh* it's good to be online again. Lovin' this story Ronnie! Can't wait for more.

I only knew him online... Don't know if he'd actually do... that...

*coughMOREcough*

~Chapter Twelve~ (PG-13)

January 27th, 2004

I’ve been sleeping a lot for the past two days, and I’ve barely left my room. Joey has left me alone, except to bring me food and comfort me if I start crying. So, when my door opened, I was surprised. Joey had already brought me my lunch, and I wasn’t crying.

“Elijah?” I say as he walks in the door. I had been watching the television and when he walked in, I turned it off. “What are you doing here?”

“Sh-h-h,” he comes over to my bed and sits on it. “Joey found my email address and emailed me about what happened.” He reaches his hand out and cups my cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

I flinch a little at his touch because the bruises are still very tender, but my soul is comforted by the look of tenderness in his eyes.

“Lij, I feel so weak. So helpless,” my cheeks are wet now, but Elijah’s hand is soft as he wipes away the tears. “What will Dom think of me now? I’m just a whore. A common, Internet slut. He’ll never be able to forgive me.” I break down and Elijah’s arms come immediately around me.

"He wouldn't do that. He likes you too much." Elijah whispers and shushes me.

“It’s just…our feelings for each other are so new and intense so he probably won’t mind now. But what about down the line? What happens when the infatuation passes and he sees me for what I really am?”


“Dom isn’t like that Ronda. I’ve known him for so long and have done so many stupid things, but he’s always forgiving.”

"Elijah," I raise a hand to his cheek, "let's talk about something else."

“Fine.” He says and sighs. “What would you like to talk about?”

"I... I don't know...your birthday is tomorrow, what are you going to do?" I say in desperate attempt to change the subject.

Just then there's a knock at my door, "Ronda?" It’s Joey.

"Hey, what's up?" I say, thankful that she interrupted us.

"You have another visitor..." She lets the door swing open and I see a tall, dark haired young man standing there.

"Alex!" I smile warmly and motion for him to come into my room.

Elijah looks at Alex and then back to me. “I’m going to go and talk to Joey. I’ll see you later.”

After Elijah and Joey leave the room Alex shuts the door.

"Alex, I--." I start to say how glad I am to see him, but he cuts me off.

"So you really did go to the New Zealand premiere. I wasn’t sure if I could believe you. But when you didn’t come to work for so long…"

“Yeah, I quit. Then I went to the premiere and to the after party. That’s where I met Elijah, Dom and the others.” I look down and start to study the bruises on my arms.

"Oh," he whispers in reply.

"That's part of the reason why..." my voice trails off and I continue to stare at my bruises.

"You broke up with me when you got home." Alex finishes for me.

"I'm sorry..." I look up at him as tears start running down my face.

"Are you with Elijah now?" He asks and I can tell he’s trying not to cry.

"No. ... Wait, we could have had this conversation over the phone...

“Because I... I’m with…someone else.” I finish lamely.

"I... I heard what happened and wanted to come see you." I can hear the tears in his voice as he says this. “Joey emailed all of the people on your list…I couldn’t not come. I had to see if you were all right.”

In shock and disbelief, I reply softly, "but Alex...you still should have called."

He slowly starts to make his way to the bed, "I came to see... if..."

I smile and say softly, "to see if it were possible for us to get back together?"

He nods as he makes it to the edge of the bed. He sits down and I look at him. “I don’t think now is a good time... But really... You came all this way to see me?"

He nods. "Of course. We were friends first. Then..."

"Alex," I breathe out.

"Yes baby?"

"Stay with me?"

He slowly leans down toward me and I gently kiss him on the lips. "Do you mean you'll take me back?"

"I'm the one who broke it off with you. But yeah, I want to get back together." You fuckin' idiot. What about Dom? I don't want to think about that right now, my chaste boyfriend will do me fine for now. Besides, he's the one that came when I asked him not to.

Aieekk!!
No, she can't do that to Dom!!
No!
Turn back!
before it's too late!
Muah!
~tigger~

Am?! Wow, hi, I haven't talked to you in forever. Glad you like the story... yeah... I'm only going to further piss you off later.

Yes, I like it. i like it a lot.
And what do you mean it's gonna...HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP!
It's 3:27am.
I have to get up tomorrow and go to my last piano lesson b4 the summer.
Weeeeell, you know what I mean by ^^.


Muah!
~tigger~

Ohhh no dont go for alex go for dom for dom gr8 chappie by the way

~Chapter Thirteen~ (PG-13)
-February 4th, 2004-
Dom in LA…

Dominic comes in from a hard at work and sits down at his computer. Logging into MSN, he is almost ready to check his email when he sees that Ronda is signed in.

Ronda! He thinks and is about to click and Instant Message her when the name changes to “This is Joey, not Ronda”. I haven’t talked to Ronda in over a week! Elijah said she was okay…but I’m still worried. I hope that Joey won’t mind my popping up and asking…
Dominic says:
I take it you're the roommate

This is Joey, not Ronda says:
Yeah, hi. I didn't know she had you on here

This is Joey, not Ronda says:
I'm glad she has friends like you guys... maybe it'll prove something to the people back at home

Dominic says:
What makes you say that?

Joey-Kat says:
*Shrugs* she didn't have very good friends at home

Dominic says:
Oh...

Dominic says:
I know that I really like her

Joey-Kat says:
Yeah, the more you know her, the more you like her

Dominic says:
And as she gets to know the real me…will she like me?

Dominic says:
Listen...uh, Joey.. I'm writing a personal e-mail to Ronda right now...

Joey-Kat says:
Don't worry Dom. I won't open it

Dominic says:
Thanks

Joey-Kat says:
No problem

Joey-Kat says:
Listen... I'm done with what I was doing on here and I've got other things to do. My e-mail is hyperkat2005

Joey-Kat says:
Feel free to add me

Dominic says:
Added... and I'll pass it to Eli

Joey-Kat says:
It was nice meeting you Dom

Dominic says:
You too, talk to you soon

Joey-Kat says:
Bu-bye

Nearly an hour later, Dom finishes his email,

I hope she doesn’t mind that it’s so short…

From: Dom shagahan

To: Ronda bittersweet_contempt

Subject: Hallo Love

Ronda,

I know you've been going through a lot of really messed up stuff lately. I'm just writing to make sure you're okay. I could tell that we were getting closer when you left. I'd like to continue this budding relationship, and I hope that you would also like to see where it could lead to.

What I don't understand is why you've shut me out as of late. I know Elijah knows something, everytime I bring you up, he gets all quiet and changes the subject.

I really like you, and I thought you liked me too. Maybe I guess I was wrong. Maybe you are just like all the others.

I guess I should have paid more heet to your relationship with Elijah...

Look how many time you hurt him before you opened your eyes and you quit shagging. Especially the first two times. Does he realized that you got your oven pre-heated by one of his best friends before you slept with him? If you think about it, that was sort of low. Would you do that to me? Was that intentional? I don't think you would actually do that, I mean, I hope you wouldn't.

You're a really sweet girl, sexy too

I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,
Dom

He then sighed heavily and hit the "send" button.

"You ready to leave, Dommie?," Samantha Richards, his brunette co-star, walked up.

"Yes, love," he logs off the internet and walks over to her.

"Is everything alright, baby?"

He nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist. Monaghan! You fucktard! What the hell are you doing? You don't even particularly like this girl! He ignored himself and continued to go on this date, with someone that wasn't Ronda.

*runs away*

noticed that u run away at the end why it was gd dom trying to build bridges but why is he going out with his costar thats going to lead to trouble gr8 chappie ronda please come back i would like more eventually

Currently working on chapter 14. I need more people for part two. I'm going to post a cast call, so if you go to it, I'll guarantee you a part.

Wow Ronda! This is so great! I had forgotten how it started or maybe it was because you changed it! This version is the best of all of them! Keep it up girl!

I signed up for your cast call too!

Luvs

Sarah

Yikes...This is bound to be interesting. I WANNA BE IN IT! *sigh* I'm just too lazy to put all my info up. *shrugs* I'm good just reading it, but don't be surprised if you actually do find my information in your cast call.

Ahhh... I love this!