Rebekah
Rebekah stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in black pants, and a three quarter sleeved black shirt. Her hair was straightened and neatly tucked up into a bun, and her hands were clasped tensely as the front door opened.
She'd sensed her father coming to the front door and had left Jono upstairs in one of the many rooms. He didn't need to see an exchange with her father. Again.
"Ah, ainsi vous sont toujours ici," was the greeting she received. (Oh, so you are still here.)
"Oui."
Rebekah took started to descend the stairs slowly, but her father held up his hand as he walked towards her.
She flinched at the anger coming off him and backed up, away from him.
"Explain to me, why is it, zat I am ze one who spent ze last few days 'olding her clammy 'and waiting for 'er to die, and yet, you are ze one to own everyzing?"
"Maybe because I truly cared about her, or maybe it is because she loved me... ze only one of you to actually do zat," Rebekah spat, sounding braver than she felt.
"Ha," her father snorted.
There was a long moment of silence between them, before Rebekah finally spoke.
"Why is it zat you never loved me?" she asked softly, half of her wishing she could take back the question, the other half dying to know the answer.
"You 'ave proved to be nuzzink more zan an inconvenience. A pain. A disappointment. You proved your own worth when you decided to 'ave zose awful children."
"Zat does not answer my question. Why is it, zat I was never loved, even as a child?"
"'Ow could we 'ave loved you? You were of no use, you follow insignificant dreams instead of folloing a path we set for you. You were to be seen and not 'eard. And even zen, 'alf the time, not seen."
Rebekah shrunk back as though she had been hit.
"You never gave me a chance," she said softly.
"So prove yourself... hand over ze deeds to zis 'ouse and ze ozzer."
Rebekah shook her head. "Non. Ne pas être je suis désolé pour ce que vous avez voulu." (No. I am sorry for not being what you wanted.)
"Désolé ne fixera rien. Vous êtes dégoûtant, pas en valeur notre nom de famille. Un phénomène dégoûtant de mutant, vont de nouveau à New York." (Sorry will not fix anything. You are filthy, not worth our family name. A filthy mutant freak, go back to New York.)
"Père, sil vous plait!" (Father, please!)
"Le monde n'a aucune utilisation pour des mutants, et ni l'un ni l'autre pas je." (The world has no use for mutants, and neither do I.)
"Père!" (Father!)
"Je devrais avoir fait il y a ces années, quand vous avez indiqué la première fois votre nature." (I should have done this years ago, when you first revealed your nature.)
With a cruel smirk on his face, Rebekah's father pushed her down the stairs, before running down himself and leaving swiftly.
Rebekah plummeted head over heels, with a loud scream and landed at the bottom of the long staircase, one arm over her ribs, the other bent in an unnatural position. Blood seeped from the back of her skull.
Her empathy out of control, pain filled the foyer where she lay, eyes slowly closing.
Jonothon
"BEK!"
Jonothon ran down from the room, boots pounding on the wooden floorbaords and leaving heavy dents. He knew he shouldn't have left her alone with that bastard. He knew it.
"Oh god..."
He looked up at the maid, his hand resting on Bek's cheek gently.
"Don't just stand there, call a bloody ambulance!"
The maid nodded and disappeared.
"Oh god, please...don't die, Bek."
Rebekah
Rebekah's eyes flickered slightly.
"Jono..."
She moaned in pain.
Jonothon
"Get them to 'urry!"
Jonothon wished he could cry.
"I'm here, luv. Don't try to move."
Rebekah
Rebekah closed her eyes for a long moment, breathing shallowly.
"I love you..."
Jonothon
"I love yer too, Bek. Keep breathing, ok? Just...keep breathin' fer me."
JOnothon looked up as the ambulance arrived and then moved back to let them take care of Bek.
Rebekah
They took Rebekah into the emergency room and she was X-Rayed and poked with needles, and taken into surgery.
She awoke a few hours later with a thudding in her head.
"Jono?"
Jonothon
"Mr Starsmore, she's awake, you can come in now," a nurse told Jonothon where he'd been pacing the hall.
He scribbled a thank you and showed it to her, before going on in.
"Hey, luv..."
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled weakly.
"Hi... you look upset, what's wrong?"
Jonothon
"Let's start with the fact that yer nearly died," Jonothon said.
"That might have something to do with it."
Rebekah
"Oh, I thought it was something serious."
Rebekah reached for his hand.
"I'm ok... thanks to you finding me."
Jonothon
"Heard yer...in me 'ead."
Jonothon took her hand gently.
"Some bobbies want to talk to yer. About the fall. And your dad."
Rebekah
Rebekah looked away suddenly.
"I can't... Jono, I just..."
When all was said and done, he was still her father.
Jonothon
"They have to look at it," Jonothon said.
"The maid saw him push yer."
Rebekah
Rebekah nodded slightly.
"I just... I just don't understand..."
Jonothon
"Wot?" Jonothon asked.
"Don't understand wot?"
Rebekah
Rebekah lifted his hand to her face and let the memory of the conversation with her father file into his head.
"That."
Jonothon
Jonothon fought down the surge of rage.
"Cos he's a bigoted prick of a bastard mongrel, that's why. He doesn't have a 'eart, and he doesn't 'ave a soul. Something you've got plenty of. Why he don't understand yer at all."
Rebekah
Rebekah looked away for a moment, eyes clouding.
"I want to hate him... but I... I don't think I can."
Jonothon
"Well, I can hate 'im just fine," Jonothon said.
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled slightly.
"How long do I have to stay... do you know how funny we'd look? We're sitting here, not talking at all."
Jonothon
"Think I'm a burns victim," JOnothon said.
Probably figure we're talking with our fingers."
Rebekah
Rebekah giggled out loud.
"Ok, bad Rebekah. Dirty."
Jonothon
"Bek!" Jonothon scolded teasingly.
"Too much time with Bobby."
Rebekah
Rebekah laughed.
"Come on, it did sound dirty. And anyway, sometimes you do talk with your fingers."
Jonothon
"Meant like this...sign language."
Jonothon sketched a few signs with his hands.
"Get yer mind out of the gutter."
Rebekah
Rebekah stuck her tongue out at Jono.
"Meanie."
Jonothon
"Yeah, cos yer so luvverly."
Jonothon rolled his eyes.
Rebekah
"Am."
Rebekah pouted at him.
JOnothon
"Docs wanted you to sleep if yer could," JOnothon said.
"They'll probably chuck me out soon."
Rebekah
"Sleep without drugs is not looking like an option. Ow."
Rebekah squeezed his hand gently.
"But I want you here with me..."
Jonothon
"I'll stay as long as I can," Jonothon promised.
"And I'll be in your mind anyway."
Rebekah
"Thank you."
Rebekah smiled slightly.
A nurse opened the door and cleared her throat.
"Ah, Monsieur Starsmore, she does need her rest."
Jonothon
JOnothon nodded at the nurse, getting up from his seat. He squeezed Bek's fingers gently.
"Luv yer."
Rebekah
"Love you too, chevalier noir."
Rebekah smiled at him as he left, then the nurse injected her with a sedative of some kind and Rebekah drifted to sleep.
Jonothon
Jonothon left the hospital unwillingly. He went back to Bek's house and settled in for the night, mind constantly in touch with hers. Just to make sure her sleep was free from nightmares.