D I R T Y L I T T L E S E C R E T

[Connor Selwyn]

A N D I IMAGINE MY BRAIN ,

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[/color][/font]lood ran profusely down his shoulder from the stinging gunshot wound there, and other cuts and bruises slowed his progress across the lawn to the house. falling against the siding, leaving a streak of blood on the white painted boards, connor cursed drunkenly and then drug himself down the side of the house until he reached his sister's window. kahlan was the only one who could help him now. finally reaching the window, he slammed his fist against the dark pane, leaving a fist-print of blood in his wake as he knocked loudly to wake her up. hearing muttering from inside, he leaned against the house and tried to calm his breathing as he cradled his aching arm against his stomach. kahlan turned on a bedside lamp she used to read by and rubbed her eyes as she walked to the window and unlocked it, pulling it open with a grunt. focusing on the darkness outside, her eyes widened as she saw him standing there, bloody and weak.

It's not my blood," he managed, knowing she thought he was covered in blood which would mean he was losing it quickly. "most of it belongs to george and yuric... the blokes are dead now, thanks to those fucking giovannis." his vehemence made him dizzy, and he ground his teeth together, tasting blood in his mouth where it had sprayed when one of his close friends had been shot through the head by fausto giovanni. but that wasn't why he was here. he needed her help for something else. rolling his head upward so he could see his sister where she stood in the open window, her mouth gaping open in shock, he forced himself to focus. "i need your help, kay..."
"apparently," she snapped, her irish accent stronger since she was tired. "you look like shit, con."
"thanks."
"yeah, what do you need besides a bandage?" she had noticed his own blood leaking through his fingers where he held his hand over his shoulder. turning back into the room, she went to her beside table and retrieved some bandages which she kept secret from her parents for times when she would go out on a job without their father knowing. returning to the window, she began to dab at the wound with water to clear the blood out of the way so she could confirm the bullet wasn't in his arm, but it had cut the skin deeply as it passed. as she worked, she glanced at connor's face expectantly, waiting for him to explain himself. swallowing heavily, he closed his eyes against the pain and the truth of what he was about to tell her. "i fucked the giovanni girl."

K[/color][/font]ahlan sucked in a deep breath and refused to look at him, focusing intently on his wound. connor ground his teeth together irritably and reached up, grabbing her hands where they worked, forcing her to pause and slowly look into his eyes. "talk to me, damn it."
"what do you want me to say?"
"i don't know, something? fuck, kahlan, i need your help."
"and how the hell..."[/b][/color] she took a long, deep breath to calm herself. pulling her wrists gently from his grasp, she went back to binding his shoulder before she continued. "i don't see how i can help you with that, connor." she didn't use his full name unless she was angry with him. he shook his head as he got close to breaking down. the alcohol in his veins was weakening his characteristic hard ass exterior. "what do i do? da's gonna kill me. the giovannis broke into the house... after, and they got her. they killed some of our men..." he closed his eyes and shook his head again as the reality of his predicament sank in. kahlan remained silent for another moment until she realized he was done speaking, and she tied off the bandage. grabbing his arm, she pulled him, forcing him to turn to face her, and she placed her palms on the sides of his bloodied face, looking deeply into his eyes with a gaze that belied her young age. "da's not going to kill you. he's not going to be happy... and when he finds out that you did it with a gio..."
"i don't think i'd call it 'doing it'. it was more like... rape."[/b][/color] her eyes widened again, and she released his face, planting her hands on the windowsill and glaring down at him in the darkness. the halo behind her head threw her face into dark shadows that made her anger even more threatening. "you...raped... a giovanni... connor, what if she gets preg--"
"she won't. she's only fifteen... your age."
"prime age for reproduction..."
"no. she's a gio. i'm a selwyn. i just..."
"you just couldn't keep the damn thing in your pants, that's what. you're right, da's going to kill you. i should kill you."
"no,"[/b][/color] he argued, his eyes growing dangerous as he planted a bloody hand on top of hers where it sat on the sill. "he's not going to find out. i can't hide the shooting from him, and obviously the girl's gone, but he will never know about this. you have to swear never to tell him, kahlan."

S[/color][/font]he took a deep breath through her nose but didn't respond. although his sister wasn't particularly loyal to their parents, she also hated lies. he knew how much he was asking of her to hide this, to keep this secret between them. leaning forward urgently, he squeezed her hand. "swear it." having always been closest to her oldest brother, kahlan visibly softened as she saw the urgency in his eyes. her mind mulled over the deadly truth of a selwyn/giovanni offspring - if the girl got pregnant - and the sickening thought that violetta was the same age as she was. closing her eyes and shaking her head, she hung her head before answering him. "i swear, con. i swear." he relaxed and sighed, no longer caring that he would probably get the beating of a lifetime once kyson selwyn got home from cleaning up after the gunfight.
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late at night, 2001. / los angeles. / bella doesn't own a swan ? of caution 2.0's template

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