Wrath
So here we are at the fourth installment of Seven Deadly Sins. The format on this is different, as this is entirely in first person form. Also, one of my reviewers was asking if the stories were continuous. No, they are not. The first three chapters have a strong hint of Puckleberry, but no, the chapters have nothing to do with one another other than the fact that they are dealing with the seven deadly sins. They are all stand alone oneshots. Just thought that I would clear that up! And yes, this has turned into a song fic. Hope you like!
Again, we have a playlist. Please listen to the songs as they really do set the mood for this. Or listen to your own angry music. But listen to whatever music you listen to when you're angry.
(1.) So Cold- Breaking Benjamin {acoustic version [if you can find it!]} (2.) Holding me Back- Buddahead (3.) Passive {explict version} - Perfect Circle (4.) I hate everything about you- Three Days Grace (5.) Warwick Avenue- Duffy. You can pick and choose which songs you want to listen to. These are the ones that most influenced my writing.
I don't own any of the songs mentioned, I'm only borrowing them. I also don't own Glee. That one is all Ryan Murphy!
Wrath
1. great anger: strong anger, often with a desire for revenge
I was so mad when I found out. How could they keep this from me? What did I do to deserve being lied to for so many months? She said that she did it so that she didn't lose me, but that made it worse. If she had come clean about it from the start, if she had told me what she she didn't really want me to begin with, that she wanted him, I would have bowed out gracefully and let them be together. But she didn't. She told me that she loved me, and that she wanted to be with only me. The first time, it hurt, but she said that they had been drunk. Catching them for a second time? And I know that it wasn't just the second time for them. They were just too comfortable with each other. Now, now I feel nothing but disgust. No wonder she never wanted to have sex with me.
But I took her back. I took her back like the fool that I am. Why did I do this to myself? I guess that I loved her too much. I just wanted to be normal again. And somehow, being with her made me normal, or at least let me pretend to be normal. But this, this was it. I found her again, with him. The guy who used to be my best friend. But after the first time he did this to me, I couldn't look at him again. I told him we were through. When I started dating her, I even told him off, told him that if he did this to me again, then we were through. I guess my warning didn't sink in, 'cause he did me wrong once more. I heard that somewhere, I think it fits my situation.
Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on me even more. I know that's not how the saying goes, but it makes more sense to say it this way. The worst part, or the best I guess, is that they don't know that I know. I know that I could do something with this information, but I don't know what. I lay on my bed, listening to a shuffle mix of songs on my iPod. When the next song came on, I just laid there and listened to the female singer sing of her heartbreak. The more I listened, the more it made sense to me. It would work for the assignment that Mr. Shue had assigned us in Glee and it would help me tell my girlfriend and ex-best friend that I knew, and that we were over this time. I got up off of my bed and went to my computer to download the instrumental version of the song and to print out the lyrics.
Next day.....
I walked into Glee and they were sitting on opposite sides of the room, trying so hard not to look at one another. Now that I knew what to look for, it was so obvious. The sideways looks, the longing glances, the slightly red tinge to her face, the affectionate way he said her last name. It was all there, and I never knew it. Or I just didn't want to know it. Either way, I can now be considered the biggest fool out there. As soon as the rest of the Glee kids walked in, Mr. Shue spoke to all of us.
"So you've all had a week to come up with a song that is traditionally sung by a person of the opposite sex, so who wants to go first?"
Artie raised his hand and rolled to the front of the room. He started singing "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette. It really suited his raspy voice and he made the song soulful. One by one, everyone else went until it was my turn. I walked up to the front of the room and handed my sheet music to Brad the piano player and he handed it out the rest to the band. They counted out and started to play. I waited a few beats and started singing the song.
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little time
Promise me you won't stand by the light
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please drop the past and be true
Don't think we're okay just because I'm here
You hurt me bad but I won't shed a tear
I stared straight at her when I was singing the first few lines. I could see the confusion in her face. She still didn't know that I knew about her little hook-ups with him.
I'm leaving you for the last time baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I've been confused, out of my mind lately
You think you're loving but I want to be free
Baby, you've hurt me
There! I saw that moment of comprehension. She knows now. She knows that this song is for her. She knows that this is the last time. I saw her glance back at him then look forward at me. I could see the shimmer of her tears. Tough, you made me cry first. And for the last time.
When I get to Warwick Avenue
We'll spend an hour but no more than two
Our only chance to speak once more
I showed you the answers, now here's the door
When I get to Warwick Avenue
I'll tell you baby that we're through
I'm leaving you for the last time baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I've been confused, out of my mind lately
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I want to be free, baby, you've hurt me
All the days spent together, I wished for better
But I didn't want the train to come
Now it's departed, I'm broken hearted
Seems like we never started
All those days spent together when I wished for better
And I didn't want the train to come! Oh, oh
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I want to be free, baby, you hurt me
You don't love me, I want to be free
Baby, you've hurt me
I sang the last part of the song straight at her, and didn't flinch when Rachel ran out of the room in tears. Puck glared at me and I know that I glared back as hard as I could. Then I saw it again, that moment of 'Shit he knows' as he left the room to find Rachel. I saw it and I didn't care. I was through with them. I walked back over to my chair and flopped down into it. I ignored the whispers and the frantic texting that was going on around me. I ignored it all 'cause all I wanted to be was numb; and the moment that I finished the song, that's what I was. Numb inside.
Okay Peeps! Tell me what you think of the story! I have the next chapter ready and waiting to go, but I must warn you that it is in a different format than most of you might be used to. But I want some honesty about the next chapter and this one. Once again, I must thank my awesome editor Novice242. She has, as always, been an enormous help to me with this entire venture! Also, look for a story put out by me that features the Gleek guys and copius amounts of alcohol driven fun! That should be out soon! Thanks again for reading!