Blood Stained Tears and Gasoline
Summary: "I hated her. I hated her for being naive and innocent. But most of all, I hated her for having everything I wanted. I hated her enough to want to destroy a little piece of what she had, a place I called Rileytown." A Lucaya fic of how Maya's betrayal almost destroyed everything and set off a chain of events that sent Rileytown crumbling. Will they ever be okay?
A/N: I am so excited and happy with how this turned out. I hope that you enjoy it too. Okay, enough rambling. Read on fellow GMW lovers! 3
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Girl Meets World. *cries!*
Riley's POV (2018)
"There once was a candelabra, twelve candles of happiness and family. But one day, one of the candles on the outside got jealous of the candle in the middle of the candelabra."
"What happened next?" Dustin whispered, intrigued. I locked eyes with him.
"She lit the house on fire."
"Why?" His voice was so innocent.
"A piece of the candelabra broke, the one that was closest to her."
I managed to keep a straight face, even though I wanted to scream that I was that middle candelabra and Maya was the one on the side. The broken one was her dad leaving, and how it left her. And that house she lit on fire, well... that was my life.
I desperately suppressed the memories, wondering how it got to here; me reading the story of my life to in a metaphor my two year old son that I had with Lucas while him and Maya were probably making out at some crowded bar, like some cliché couple that was more than likely going to last even longer than we did. We barely made it over a year.
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I should ran as soon as Maya pushed me into him.
Stupid lack of control over my stupid top-long limbs.
We tried dating in middle school, but we were both too young and immature to date. But when we were in eleventh grade we tried to date again. And it worked. Everyone knew we were together, it was so natural. Maya plastered a smile on her face and dated other guys here and there, but she seemed to just bang them and move on. I asked her about it and she said that she was just a love 'em and leave 'em type. I blamed her dad when I should have blamed myself. I should have payed more attention to her and her feelings.
She never told me how she felt and slowly we drifted apart. Our bay window were we spent so much valuable time grew cold, and so did Lucas and I's relationship, but I didn't know why.
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A few months later rumors swirled, and Lucas told me we were breaking up. That was when I confronted him about the rumors.
He told me that him and Maya had essentially had sex and had been together for a few months. I bit back tears and managed to walk away with some of my dignity, but I never forgot about it.
I had been sick for weeks just thinking about it. Maybe that's why it took me over four months before I went to the doctor and found out that I was pregnant.
With Lucas's kid. But I didn't tell him. Or Maya. Or speak to either one of them. We had been best friends for so long, their betrayal stung way too much.
But maybe that's why, when Maya showed up at my doorstep, bloody and barely able to stand up on her own, I didn't even think about it. I opened the door wider and helped her to my couch.
A/N: Tell me what you thought! More to come. Criticism is welcome, but no flames please. Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they might be. Thanks guys. :)
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- Alee XxX