New fic. =OO
This is my first ever fic, so do not eat me alive for it's sucky-ness. I come bearing brownies. ^^;;
Title: Internal Devistation CH.1
Pairing: Ville/ Bam. MHMM.
Rating: G to NC-17 ( In ze later chaps )
Summary: Hm- I was never good at this. NEVER. Well, lovely Ville has a daughter from a previous, destructive relationship. An old friend takes him out for a round of drinks, and introduces him to someone that was to click him out of his depressive funk.
POV: Ville's
Disclaimer: Though we wish, it never happened. I know, depressing. But I own Ava. Oh yes do I own her.
I slid down the cool, bland wall, shrinking myself to the size of my torso. My tears made me feel colder. They chilled my cheeks as they fell. Christina had left me. She left me with our home, our spacious, satin lined King bed. But most importantly, she left me with our daughter. Excuse me, my large New York city apartment, my bed, and my daughter. My Ava Adora Valo. My knees were pulled to my chest as I heard her car pull out the driveway and run off, going at a dangerous speed. Christina and I had broken up for a stupid reason. Well- not really. It was more of a breakup because we couldn't ever stop fighting over the little things. And it had just drove us to this point. Surely we've broken up before, but I truly think this is the end. No, I know this is the end. With all the vicious words exchanged in a bitter roar, it couldn't be anything but the end.
After minutes of me wallowing in my despair, I heard her. My daughter. The only one who seemed to love me anymore. Clutching her special blankie close to her, she inched out of her bedroom. It must be horrible to be 4 years old and have your parents in a constant war, seeming to only stand each other for your sake. Ava bit her lip and came to me. In an attempt to regain my brave, fatherly posture, I sniffled, wiping at my eyes before unfolding and taking her into my arms.
The rest of the day was spent discarding pictures and things that reminded me of Christina. Her items. But the pictures weren't thrown away, just put away, for Ava's being. Surely she'd like to know who her mother was, and what she looked like later in life. And I respected that, so I put the photos in a box under my bed with it's new sheets. It was surprising how a change of sheets could make you feel better about things that happened between those pieces of fabric.
It wasn't soon before my dear friend called me up, Sami, to go clubbing. Why, I don't know, he said it was to bring my mind off Christina, off life itself. Ava was at the babysitter's. The one that would watch her when Christina and I wanted to go out. But I arrived at the club. A very colorful scene. There was a bar to the left as soon as I walked in, a dance floor directly ahead. The dance floor hosted a ton of people moving their bodies in fluent, vulgar ways. Sami was sitting at a stool pulled up to the bar, so I gladly joined him. He had a drink brought to me, it was in a funky glass, green liquid, and arrived with a Red Bull can turned upside down in it, letting it's contents spill inside. It was alarming how strongly alcoholed this mixture was. Before I knew it, I had downed that lovely concoction, a few shots, a Jäger bomb, and a beer.
Not sure what was going on, I was moved. Sami had brought me from the bar to a table, where my new seat was. I adjusted to it well, and rather quick seeing as a drink was brought there to me. After a few moments, another man was approaching us, I can't really describe him, please forgive me, I was a bit tipsy. But I figured I'd soon find out, "Ville, I've got someone I really want you to meet."
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