I'm slowly but surely getting back to updating all my stories. I've just been so super busy (I know.. no excuse XP) but anyway. Thanks for the reviews, I didn't expect even that many for my first chapter. But here's the next one just for you guys.
Disclaimer: Plot belongs to me. The Forbidden Game belongs to L. J. Smith.
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Crash
"Emily Lynn Locke!" I groaned as my mother called my name for the fifth time. I was trying to get a hold of my boyfriend... for what was the third day in a row without any contact from him. "Emily!"
Closing my old pathetic AT&T Razor, I jumped off my bed and swung open my door, the wood protesting to such an assault. "What on earth is it mother!"
"I still need you to go out and get groceries for the Christmas party. With your brother in college and your sister spending the day with her boyfriend, I need you to hop in your little VW to get food," her voice was too peppy for my taste. How could she be so happy when I was so miserable?
"Cassie spends all day with Greg! I can't even get in touch with Evan, and yet you want me to drive out in the freezing cold just to get food that you're too lazy to drive out and get yourself?" Safe to say I was a bit more than ticked off. First, my "wonderful" parents buy Alex a nice mustang (who cares if it was used?) then they fall in love with Cassandra's new boy-toy and forget all about poor little me. The only one I could connect with was Samantha. Sure she short, and was in the sixth grade while I was almost through with my junior year, but she understood me in a way that no one would comprehend.
Jenny, my mother, just stared up at me with the green eyes that I almost fully inherited, they were as beautiful as the gems they reflected. For a split second I thought I had seen fear, pity, and despair within their depths... a vision which had quickly faded; maternal anger took over as I figured it would. "Emily Lynn," here it came, "I had planned on getting you a new car for Christmas, but my money would be wasted if you never drive anywhere."
In an instant I had beige boots on, a blue turtleneck sweater, and white scarf. Purse rested on my shoulder and car keys in hand. "Alright what do you need?"
She merely laughed and sauntered back into the kitchen to create a list, as she did I checked my appearance in the mirror to make sure my eyeliner hadn't smeared in my haste. I had a generous amount of curls from both parents which glittered gold when kissed by the sun, right now it was tied back in a loose ponytail so the curls still tickled my upper back. My eyes were a dark evergreen, not brilliant like my mom's; they might have been but my father's hazel eyes had defeated any chance of that. Like everyone else in my family, except for my uncle Micheal (not truly a blood uncle but still) I was skinny, with dancer curves that I shared with only my sister. We have no clue who we got them from.
"Alright, Emmy, here's the list," mother came back out and placed a loving kiss on my cheek while pressing the paper into my open palm. "Oh, could you take Sam to the shelter in the mall? I figured you would like to take her since you volunteer and know which animals would gel with her. After all, all that girl wants is a pet for Christmas."
I loved animals, sure I could have a real job and get paid and have my own cash... but shelters let me have a hands on experience with animals that I would need if I ever was to become a vet. Besides, I had so many kittens and puppies depending on me. How could I just abandon them? This drew a genuine smile to my face. "Of course I will. Hey kidlet!" I called up the stairs, "Get ready! I'm taking you to my job."
There was no need for her to reply back for the short brunette instantly materialized, all ready to leave. Her pure hazel eyes glittered with joy that made my own heart shine, "Let's go let's go!" With that she was out the door and already tugging on the locked handles of my door.
"I might as well stop there first, no point in going through the woods twice with all the snow and ice if I only have to make the trip once," I told my mom.
She nodded and hugged me, "Remember to be careful and to call me if she finds one she likes."
"Got it."
"I don't want that phone out while your driving-"
"I know mom."
"Also-"
I cut her off again with a quick hug, "Look, I'll be fine but if I don't head out now I won't beat the snow." I hurried as I caught an annoyed grunt. Sam had her arms folded as well as she could from within the confines of her coat. "Sorry, you know mom doesn't trust me as a driver."
The eleven year old glared at me, "Let's go already. There are puppies and kittens calling my name!"
Laughing, I unlocked the doors and helped her into the backseat. Turning the radio on low, I started the car and blasted the heat; the temperature was at an all-time low for early December, it's normally in the 10's but it was in the negatives already. "Do you have anything in mind?" I pulled out onto the road and toward the nearest mall.
"What's going on between you and your boyfriend?" I was appalled by her question, did I not say that she knew me better than anyone else?
"Nothing..."
"Liar, your normally disgusting lovey-dovey high has disappeared. That's never a good thing with you; he hasn't called at all has he?"
Sighing, I couldn't look in my rear-view mirror to even glance at her. "No... I'm afraid it's going to be like-" I was cut off by my phone playing Katy Perry's "Firework". I immediately pulled over and turned down the heat. It was my personalized ring tone for Evan, there was no way in hell that I was missing this call. "Hello!" my voice was overly excited and I felt giddy like a child.
"Hi, Emily it's-"
"I know Evan, caller ID," in our whole year, he never knew I gave him a special ring tone. "So... why haven't you called?"
"It's break."
"That was obvious," I said teasingly. Honestly my heart was beating a mile a minute.
He didn't respond for several breathes and I was beginning to worry that we had lost connection. Finally I heard, "Look... You know I went to my dad's over the break. There I started thinking, it's been a year between us, but in that year we haven't gotten any closer."
What? Please tell me this wasn't happening, for Christmas I was getting a break up with my boyfriend? He didn't even ask if I was there, Evan just continued. "Don't take it against yourself, I just don't think we really mesh. I met a girl up here... her name's Veronica, we hit it off the moment we met. If that happened so easily while I was with you-"
"Just stop," my voice was too calm, was I really talking? "I get it, I really do."
"Oh don't start. Not with the "I get it" crap again Emily," his voice suddenly annoyed me. I couldn't listen to it anymore.
"Goodbye Evan. I hope your presents are shitty this year and I hope Veronica breaks her neck after falling on the ice!" I slammed my phone shut and erased his number out of my phone immediately. Tears stung at my eyes, my vision blurred immensely.
A warm arm encircled my neck and Samantha rested her head on my shoulder, "Forget guys, you and I will be single old ladies together." I couldn't though, no, love was something I've wanted since I could write my own fairytales; it was not supposed to end this way! Mom and Dad, Jenny and Tom, the couple that had been born in love. Always together and never apart. Alex had his fiancée that he had fallen in love with at first sight the day he entered college. Cassie and Greg, together happily for all four years of high school. Sam, still too young for that kind of thing. Then there was me, three boyfriends in two years; Evan being my longest and my most heartbreaking.
How could I have such rotten luck when it was practically hereditary to have amazing relationships? Even my aunts and uncles who weren't blood related seemed to be the perfect couples. Instead of tears of pain, they became tears of jealousy; why was I deemed to suffer for them all?
"Sit back down and buckle up," I said as nicely as I could manage. Pulling back onto the rode, I kept thinking about it... I couldn't take it being the loveless romantic in the family any longer. In the depths of my thoughts I didn't realize I had been pressing down onto the accelerator harder and harder with my anger. It wasn't until Samantha screamed that I realized what was happening.
Sam's scream almost made me deaf as it snapped me out of my self-loathing. I instinctual slammed my foot on the breaks... yet it was too late. Something black was rushing toward the car, I screamed as a sudden vision of deformed twisted beings replaced the dark shape. Then I felt the impact... the force sent the car back and should have snapped my head down onto the steering wheel as glass rained down around me.
Pain seared through all my limbs as I cried out for Samantha. It was quickly gone as I was now freezing cold. The pain momentarily gone with fear for my sister, I tried sitting up. Something strong held me back. "Sam-" my voice was raspy as tears ran down my face once more, "Samantha!"
"Shhh, she's alive." A voice, like an angel in the depths of hell, it was reassuring. I believed this celestial voice. Cracking my eyes open, I was assaulted with a blue that was bluer than anything I had a name for; beautiful and cold all at once, yet... filled with worry. Was it all for me? As my vision cleared further, I noticed that the face to go with both eyes and voice was even more angelic... No, that wasn't right; he was a forbidden angel that had been banished from heaven for his beauty. Perfectly sculpted pale face and silver hair that put even the virgin snow to shame.
"Sam-" I tried to sit up again, he pushed me back down. His features not changing.
"Stop," I felt compelled to obey his words, "You could very well have whiplash, or even a concussion. Your lucky I was right here."
My throat hurt, but I had to speak or I would lose my sanity. "How d-did you get me out?"
"You might be better off not knowing."
"How about S-Sam?"
Silence, shame filled those blue eyes. I wanted to remove that look and make him smile. I wanted to know what his smile looked like. "...I could not get to her, someone else did," seeing my distress he quickly added, "But she is alive."
Those eyes... I knew them. I had to... "Who-... who are you?"
Seeming a bit apprehensive to answer, he hesitated again. "Emily, you can call me Julian."
Yes, Julian enters the story early. Why? Well my plot wouldn't work without it, besides, even I miss him sometimes.
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