Dare to Love
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing
A/N: EDIT AS OF JANUARY 19TH, IMPORTANT: OKAY I GOT AN IGNORANT REVIEW FROM A GUEST WHO APPARENTLY CAN'T READ A STORY OR ACTUALLY MESSAGE ME SO I CAN EXPLAIN. So here's the beef, they said this wasn't Shake it up. This, ESPECIALLY IF YOU READ THE OTHER TWO THAT CAME BEFORE THIS STORY has everything to do with Shake it up. Aveline is the daughter of Gunther and Cece, and this is the antagonist's side of the story that came before it, which was a sequel to GUNTHER AND CECE'S TALE. In other words IT BELONGS IN SHAKE IT UP.
Here's a thought! HOW ABOUT MESSAGING ME BEFORE AND GROWING A PAIR BEFORE YOU DROP AN ANON REVIEW THAT I CAN'T POLITELY RESPOND TO?!
Chapter 1 (New Life)
Seventeen-year old Kelly Nukpana sat on a stone bench inside her holding cell with her six closest friends, a group known as The Perfs. Her knees were against her chest and her face was inches from her knees. Her long red hair fell in front of her face, brushing gently against her slumped shoulders and the arms around her legs. Of all the girls, she seemed to be one of the only ones that wasn't getting a kick out of being in this cell, and she was the leader!
They'd slaughtered a man by the name of Spencer Walsh, due to his womanizing ways. He did something terrible to one of their former friends, Skyler, and they got even with him. It was such a grisly crime, one that she never thought she'd be capable of doing. When she'd sliced through him, she imagined him as she had her drunken father. The vile man whose name she carried, much to her chagrin. Her father had been a quarter Native American, her mother had been full blood Irish. Both came from strange, malicious families, which was not a good combination.
"Kelly?" Her friend's voice beckoned her attention. Her body leaned towards the right, and her eyes quickly glinted over to the tall, shorthaired brunette standing before her. The girl, much like Chloe, practiced witchcraft and black magic from some spell book. From what she'd seen, these spells were often very successful. Chloe was the thin blonde in the left corner of the cell, talking with two of the other Perfs girls. Dakota sat next to her and put a hand to her back. Kelly tensed her muscles and leaned away from her friend's touch. "Wasn't this what you wanted? To turn ourselves in?"
"Maybe…" She didn't know what it was she wanted. A new life, perhaps? She was sick of living in a dark, candle-lit house without any electricity or life in it. Her parents had been killed some time ago, murdered. Their bodies would never be found, they didn't deserve to be found, at least not by the mind of their killer. "We'll be in here for the rest of our lives, Dakota. How is this any better than the lives we'd been living anyway? I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life, but I don't want to be stuck in that infernal house and part of a group, pretending my fucked up life is perfect…when it's far from it."
"I know, Kelly. I'm sorry…" Sharp pangs of pain and fear stabbed her heart, and tears began to sting her eyes. "You know…you never say what's going on with you. I'm your best friend, and I think I know the least about you than anyone."
"You don't want to know my life. No one wants to know my life." She didn't want to be alone, but she feared it to be inevitable. Once they were all tried and convicted, they'd go to separate facilities, separate cells, it would be rare to even see each other. "I think I'd rather die. I'm serious Dakota…death looks better each and every day."
"Kelly…"
"It's always been like that. Ever since-" She choked up and clenched her eyes shut. Her muscles tightened once more as a searing pain ran through her body. "Never good enough, I was never good enough. I was never perfect, never beautiful, always ugly. I was shit, I am shit."
"Now come on Kelly, you know that's not true."
"Whatever." She scoffed and turned her eyes towards the rest of the girls. Suzy and Rebecca, the alcoholic and drug addict, were towards the front of the cell and laughing at some obscene joke. Chloe was laughing with Megan and Tiffany. "I think I'm the only one not celebrating right now. We're stuck here, don't they realize that?"
"They do…"
"We're all going to be separated anyway. I…I don't want to be alone." She was sick of letting her anger and trauma get the better of her, and yet, these girls only indulged her. "And don't say I have you. I've never had anyone, and no one's ever had my back…" Dakota frowned and bowed her head. "I just want another shot at life. You know? I just…I want to know how it all feels."
"I could arrange that…" Kelly scoffed slightly and shook her head. Dakota smiled vaguely, with a distinct sadness in her eyes. "I know there could be a few spells to grant you that wish." Kelly rolled her head to the side and clicked her tongue.
"Unless you got some kind of spell to put me in a different timeline, then there's nothing you can do for me."
"That's pretty specific…"
"Just something I've thought about in the past. Nothing serious." Dakota hummed as Kelly closed her eyes. She was being sarcastic for the most part, as she never really believed in time travel. If it ever existed, she often thought she belonged in another time. This place just wasn't right for her. "I guess we should just start saying our goodbyes…this really is the end of the Perfs…"
Several weeks later, the father of Spencer Walsh had arrived to 'talk' to the girls. The man had stormed the prisons with his blonde, curly-haired assistant, Jonathan, and his face was twisted in anger. Kelly's prediction had been correct about the separation of the girls, Dakota and Chloe were the only two girls in the cell with her. The rest had been moved to other facilities.
"Why would you do it?" Mr. Walsh asked once he stepped in front of the bars. His voice echoed through the halls, rattling Kelly. She winced, her body shuddering, and her heart racing. She slowly turned her eyes up to him, clenching her teeth and opening her lips into a fake smile, trying not to show any pain. The man grasped the bars and continued screaming at her, feeding her agony. "You're about to see a very unprofessional side of me. You murdered my son in cold blood, and you don't even show remorse! Bitches, that is what you are! No good! You'll never be worth anything in your lives!"
Kelly's eyelids shut and her head turned to the side as his words shook her up. "I'm sor…" She choked and tears sprang from her eyes. "I'll try to be better…" The man banged on the bars, screaming and weeping his anger. Kelly cringed and tried to black out her surroundings. Anger was sweeping over her now, not surprising to her. How dare this man act like his son was perfect and incapable of wrong! Her eyes shot open and she quickly jumped up, roaring her aggravation. "Your bastard son was a womanizer! Maybe we shouldn't have murdered him, but at least he can't hurt anyone else! Maybe you should have paid more attention to him! Instead of ignoring him, beating him down, and treating him like shit, you could have paid him more mind and he might have turned out differently!"
Mr. Walsh did a double take and narrowed his eyes as he pushed his face against the bars. "I don't need you telling me where I went wrong in raising my own son. I doubt you would have any clue. All you know is sin."
"My god…shut the hell up! It's hard to feel any sympathy if you act like that!"
"I don't want your fucking pity, and if I were in there, I'd beat you to a pulp like you did my son!" She froze and parted her lips, gasping in shock. Dakota and Chloe stepped up beside her, shouting something at the man, but their exclamations fell short of her ears.
"No," She whispered. "You can't touch me, you won't." She hurried over to the bench and sat down, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself. Mr. Walsh glared at her and scoffed.
"Come on Jonathan, let's move…" Jonathan was currently eyeing Dakota's spell book on the desk within the cell. He smiled and asked for the man to go on without him for a little bit.
"You study magic?" Jonathan asked with a curious voice. Dakota looked over her shoulder and nodded. "I dabble a little, but I mostly remain within the time streams." Dakota gasped and quickly turned to him, putting her hands onto the bars, smiling brightly.
"Really? You think you can send my friend through time?" Kelly did a double take and raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"What are you doing, Dakota?"
Dakota glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "You said you wanted a new life, a new chance…and you know I believe in magic, so…this could be your chance."
"Dakota."
"Just hear me out. Besides, I was contacted by my future self, I know time travel in the future!" Kelly's eyebrows rose once more as her friend's excitement only seemed to grow. "She said that I should do this, I should help you and send you to a time where you can be at peace…She came to me, saying that this man would show up and I should learn time travel from him. I need to send you to a specific place according to my future self." Kelly wanted to scoff, to call her friend crazy, but something was keeping her silent despite many scornful doubts. "Trust me Kelly, she said it was the only way to save you…" Dakota looked to Jonathan and watched as he pulled a small device from his pocket. "Is that it?"
"Yes. I'm sure your spell book has some time travel in it, but this is one of my physical inventions." Kelly laughed disbelievingly and walked over, folding her arms across her chest. Jonathan smirked and raised his eyebrows up. "I'm currently using this against one of my former clients."
"Can you send Kelly into like…the future or something?"
"Yes. Give me a year and I can do it."
Kelly shrugged her hands and smirked. "Whatever, I'm bored, so I'm game…I guess. Do you have any ideas, Dakota?" Dakota immediately suggested the country of Sviederbach, and 2030. What was the significance of that time and date? "I'm guessing that's where your future self is?"
"Yep, so does that work, sir?" Jonathan slowly nodded his head.
"I don't know, but let's find out."
"Sure…"
Within minutes Kelly found herself on the floor of a new place, scattered with grass. She pushed herself up and raised an eyebrow, her heart was in panic mode as she attempted to process what had taken place. "Where the hell am I?" She took a few nervous steps, whimpering as she gazed at the strange buildings nearby. "Dakota? Chloe?" A building in front of her struck fear into her, it read University of Sviederbach. "Oh my god…that thing worked?"
No, this was impossible. Time travel didn't exist! She gazed down at a newspaper and bent over, and grabbed it up. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the date. September, 2030. She let out a shuddering breath and started to move backwards. "This can't be it…I…I'm really in the future?"
Her stomach felt empty and her heart was pounding out its excessive torture. "I was only bored…" How like Dakota to take something she said to heart, but now that she was here, what was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to get back? Then again, did she even want to go back? All that was there for her was prison.
Her eyes widened and she slowly fell to her knees as the realization dawned that she would never see her girls again. She would be alone forever, just as her parents used to say to her. "You okay?" Someone asked from behind. Kelly looked over her shoulder, gasping in shock. There was a man, not much older, staring down at her with arched eyebrows. "You look new, are you new to the campus?"
"Um…sort of yes and sort of no…" She slowly stood up and wiped her face before turning around to him. This man was tall, slightly muscular, had spiky blonde hair, and a chiseled jaw. He was wearing a black T-shirt and denim jeans, a surprise for someone in the future. "Has time travel been invented yet? I'm Kelly, by the way."
"Not exactly, I thought you teleported here though, you appeared out of nowhere." So how was she supposed to tell him about time travel? She brushed her hair behind her ear, still eyeing his strong chest with surprising curiosity. She'd never let herself indulge in attraction, but it was hard to ignore this man for some odd reason. "Time travel is more of a black art, if you will. Only practiced by my god forsaken family, and a few other people."
"Your family? What are they bad or something?" He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over.
"You haven't seen the news?" She slowly shook her head, and the man exhaled slowly. "I'm Martin Lamont. Ring a bell?" She shook her head once more and tapped her chin. He stared at her, his expression slowly changing to realization. "So you really aren't from here…time travel? Did you use that?"
Should she reveal the use of black magic? What did she care, he was free to leave if he wanted to. "Yes…I wanted a second chance at life, I guess, and my friend found someone who sent me into the future…I have no clue where I am, what I'm doing, and I don't even know where to go…" Martin rubbed his chin, gazing at her. She pushed her hand into her pockets and bowed her head. She wasn't one to admit to being scared, but she was definitely frightened of her surroundings.
"Well I do have a temporary place I've been hanging around to get away from my family, and well, my roommate…" She raised an eyebrow and quickly lifted her head up, was he offering assistance? Should she take it? "You can stay there if you'd like, though I'm not sure if you'd want to…I'm not exactly a good person, just saying."
"Nothing I can't handle, I'm not perfect either." He chuckled nervously and turned around, motioning for her to follow. "I'm sure you have like a girlfriend or something who wouldn't be too thrilled to have another girl around." Martin's face tensed and he slowly shook his head.
"We broke up recently, I let her go. I'm not the best…boyfriend in the world. Like I said, I've done some stuff that I'm not proud of. Even now, what I'm doing, I'm doing just to get the hell away from my family. Can't escape them if they're still, you know, around…"
"Whatever, I've never known family to be all that reliable." He hummed and glanced back at her with a studious gaze. She shrugged her shoulders, not caring what this guy was up to really. If he was as bad as he seemed to imply, she wouldn't care. It didn't get much worse than the criminal acts she'd done. "All I have left for me in my own time, if I ever were to get back there…is a life in prison, and a lifetime alone…"
"So I guess there's no going back then?"
"Well I…" His words struck her like a cold rag hitting her face, she hadn't truly thought about going back there. Sure it was a thought, but he was right, there really was no going back. "I'd miss my friends, but even still, we won't see each other again if I went back. Dakota, my best friend, was adamant about this time traveling stuff…she didn't want me to be unhappy, I guess."
"Sounds like a good friend. Can't say I have anyone like that. Not sure you know what you're getting involved with, being around me…"
"I could say the same." She folded her hands over at her waist and gazed down towards her feet. "Back there…I killed a man. I killed my parents too. I'm not proud of the things I've done, but-"
"Then this is your chance to start anew." Once more she was startled into silence, how had Martin not just cringed at her revelation? He looked back at her with a subtle frown. "I think we're in the same boat. I'm currently forcing this country's Princess and Prince to kill my own family…" She gasped and her eyes started to widen, she wanted to react accordingly, but she couldn't. "The thing is, my family wanted to overthrow the royal family here, I don't really care…so when they forced me to come up with a plan, I made a 'game' out of it. I'm not proud of it, but this is the only way I can think to escape them…Every member of the royal family, except for Aveline and Astor, have been abducted. My family supplied certain collars, and timelines for her to find the family. Basically she thinks I'm the one behind it all, and that if she doesn't save her family they'll all die…the fact is, I know she'll go to blows, killing my relatives. I'm not proud of it, but I'm sick of the abuse I've received from them, always forcing me to do things that are…well…shit like this. Also since I just broke up with my girlfriend, they want me to take her back."
"That's up to you."
"I know…Hell, they'd probably kill me if they knew what my real idea was, and they'd probably kill me if I backed down from this attempt." Great, there was likely a mark on his head now. She moved her hand to her forehead and groaned. "Doesn't make what I'm doing all right, sure, but I really don't have much of a choice."
He stopped in front of a small house on the outside of the campus and turned around, extending his arms out slightly. "This is it Kelly…and now that you know what I'm up to, do you still want my assistance, or someone else? I can't guarantee it's safe."
"I'm a dangerous girl, Martin. I have anger problems, and I'm pretty sure if you tick me off, I'll fly off the handle…I have nowhere else to go, because I don't know where the hell I am, and since we're being honest with each other…" She inhaled slowly and closed her eyes. He was like a kindred spirit, almost, in the sense that his family had been terrible to him. "There are many things my mom and dad have done to me to make me the way I am. I've been hurt, and I'm probably not going to open up to you, so just a fair warning…"
"That's fine, I don't expect you to tell me your life story or anything."
"Good." Her lips moved upwards for a split second, and she slowly brushed past him and moved towards the house. "I have no problems staying here, if it'll help me get used to this place. Besides, I'm not so dainty that I can't handle trouble if something happens." Martin unlocked the door, chuckling as he did so.
"Good to know, glad you can handle yourself."
"Thank you." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked inside, feeling rather proud of herself. Though, she had to guess her stay here wouldn't last long. She'd probably push him away, or something would go wrong and he'd tire of her. It was just the circle of life, happened with everyone she met.
And it begins! Aveline's attempt to change Martin's life has already started. Kelly's changing his life, and he's changing hers, but will all be easy on this road? Not at all. Let me know your thoughts, and if you need to see what happened with Kelly, the Perfs, and Spencer, let me know and I'll send you a message.
