Editing Ghosts of Rage (Warhammer High) (section)

===Talking it Over===

A mere hour later, Furia fumbled with a cigarette in her mouth. She couldn't light it up because Simon’s parents hated smoke in the house. So instead, she nibbled on the end, trying to feed a craving she couldn’t control.

She sat on Simon’s bed, curled up with her back to the wall. She wore nothing at all as she stared forward, deep in thought. Likewise, Simon lay beside her, reading over a large list of side effects that Furia gave to him. It took him several minutes to read through the list before he put it down and looked at her.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” she replied. She laid her forehead on her knees, looking down at herself and sighing. “You can’t blame yourself for everything that happens to me Simon.”

“I know, but I was all for the pills in the first place. If I knew about this...” He paused, unsure on how to continue. “I want the Furia I have now over this.”

She smiled weakly. Slipping under the covers beside him, she rested her head on one of the pillows. “Thanks Simon.” For the first time in over three days, she felt at peace with herself. “Sorry if I pushed you into this,” she whispered.

“What, the relationship or the sex?” he asked her.

She shrugged. “I guess both when I think about it.”

He chuckled at that. “Well, I chose to be with you remember? I wanted this, no matter how bad it gets. And the sex, well.” He looked at her and shrugged. “I wasn’t too bad was I?”

Furia paused and reflected on what Simon just said. She wondered about how far he would go to stay with her, and wasn’t sure if she should take it as a compliment or a warning of how tough it was now.

Still, she smiled to herself. She had previous boyfriends before and only one had gotten as far as they just did. However, Simon had done little before she had met him, so everything was a new experience for him. She shrugged as she formulated an answer in her head.

“Better than my last boyfriend,” she told him, hoping that would make him a bit more confident.

“That’s good, I guess,” he mumbled. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

She raised herself on the bed and turned to him, balancing herself on her elbows. Raising an eyebrow, she smirked at him. “Getting pretty confident in your abilities, are we?” she asked him.

He shrugged, smiling back at her. “You were the one moaning loudly. You seemed to like it as much as I did.”

“Hah. I was just doing that so you wouldn’t feel bad,” she lied.

“Yeah, well maybe I should ask my parents for a tie breaker to the situation.” Furia shook her head at that as she smiled to herself.

“Oh yeah. ‘The daughter of a primarch just fucked your son. How do you feel about this?’ Best way to get on their side.”

“Well, it's not like we can hide it,” Simon muttered beside her.

“What? You are going to tell them?” she asked him, genuinely surprised by the thought.

“Won’t need to. As I said before, we were kinda loud.”

Furia instantly facepalmed, suddenly realizing the truth behind the matter. “Oh shit, they heard us didn’t they? I’m so used to soundproof walls.” Angron had built his house with the idea that sounds shouldn’t be heard outside of certain rooms. This was mainly for the majority of the household that they would not be startled if he ever got angry.

Simon chuckled beside her. “Yeah, maybe we should have done this at your place.”

She bit her lip, not liking the idea. “No. I... don’t want to go home tonight. I just don’t think I could face my dad right now. Not after everything that happened. I rather face your parents about this then go home.”

“Because he lied to you?” Simon asked her. She shook her head in response.

“Not entirely because of that, but it didn’t help. He did it to protect me. He didn’t want to stress me out like I am right now. I just don’t think I could see him tonight and not break down in front of him, blurting out everything I learned. I can’t tell him I know the truth.”

“Well, you can stay here tonight. Just need to tell the parents.” Simon got up and began to get dressed.

“You sure it won’t be a problem?” Furia asked him. She already felt a bit out of place in the Henderson household. It was too clean.

“My parents want me to be happy. If I tell them I want this, they’ll be fine with it. Just got to be sure they don’t freak out, that's all.” Fully dressed, he walked to his door and smiled at her. “I’ll be right back,” he told her and left the room.

Furia sat in the bed, still munching on the cigarette. Sighing, she put it back into its pack and grabbed her phone. She still needed to tell him she wouldn’t be home.

The phone rang for several moments before someone picked up. With the heavy breaths on the other end of the line, she knew it was her father. “Hello?” he said. Her stomach instinctively clenched again, but she willed herself to hold it in for the time being.

“Dad, it's me.” Furia bit her lip, already having trouble talking to her father.

“Furia? I checked your room and you were gone. I thought you were feeling ill.”

“Yeah, I was for a bit, but then I got better. I wanted to see Simon so drove over. I just called so you wouldn’t worry.”

She heard him grunt on the other end. “I guess you are also calling to tell me you won’t be coming home tonight, huh?”

She grabbed a handful of her hair, holding it tight as if she expected her head to fall off. Realizing that she would have just gone home instead of calling in the first place, he was right. “Yeah, I’ll be staying here for the night,” she replied, steeling her voice.

He chuckled, making assumptions of what that meant. “Well, have fun with Simon. Get better alright?”

“Yeah, sure dad,” she whispered. She said goodbye and shut her vox off. Her stomach pains disappeared soon after and she realized the side effects seemed to be calming down. At least the nausea was for the time being.

This gave her an unfortunate reminder. She shed the bed sheets and got up, grabbing the pills from her jeans pocket. She popped one into her mouth and swallowed, hating that ever present bitter taste it left.

Simon walked back into the room as she put on some clothing, covering the essential. “You alright?” he asked her and she waved him off.

“Fine. Called my dad. Told him I would be here for the night. How are your parents taking it?”

He shrugged at that. “Didn’t mention anything about noises, but I could see my dad grinning as they watched their shows. Mom asked if you wanted anything for the night.”

“Nah. Made my call, took my pills, ready for bed.” She laid back on Simon’s bed, choosing to lie on her stomach for the time being.

Simon walked over and sat down on the mattress. “You going to keep taking the pills?” he asked her.

“No choice. It’s either that or maybe ending up in jail. And I'd rather be out here.” Furia withheld the piece of information that it was also to stay with him a bit longer.

“So that’s it? Going to take the pills for the rest of your life?”

Furia hadn’t thought of that at all. When would she stop taking the pills? She guessed never, and the condition kept growing on her. She would be Furia physically, but mentally she would no longer exist.

She buried her face into a pillow. “I don’t know Simon. I just don’t know.”

Easing off the question, Simon stood up and walked into his washroom. Within a few minutes, he had prepared himself for sleep and slipped into the sheets with her. For several long moments, both played with the space available, pushing the sheet around till eventually they became a tangled mess of limbs. Yet somehow, they had become comfortable within each other's grasp. At this point it didn’t matter, they had been more than personal.

“If it means anything,” Simon whispered to her, “I’ll still love you, even if you do change.”

She tightened her grip around him. “Shut up and go to sleep, Simon.”