A/N:- Hey guys! I just had a spare half hour to write a quick update just so you guys know I'm still alive. This is not the T rated chapter yet but the next chapter definitely will be. I need at least 3 reviews to know that my wonderful readers' haven given up on me yet and that it's worth me updating the next chapter. Chapter is short but at least I updated xD. There will more than likely be mistakes so you just pm to let me know and if you think this chapter should be deleted let me know. Ok that's enough of me... on with the story!
Disclaimer: Just like the past three chapters, I still don't own P&P and never will -_-
Previously: The doorbell rings and I see that as my cue to make a break for it, before Darcy shoots me. Literally.
"I'll get it" I shout before scuttling out of the kitchen.
Smiling widely with pride I opened the front door, not prepared for the surprise awaiting me.
"Hey, Lizzie! Did you miss me?"
"So since I'm not your everything
How about I'll be nothing, nothing at all to you
Baby I won't shed a tear for you, I won't lose a wink of sleep
'Cause the truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy"
Beyonce
"W-Wickham?"
"Baaaby! I missed you sugar!" Wickham grinned before grabbing me in a bear hug.
I blink my eyes in an attempt to progress what's happening here.
Wickham – in Switzerland? Now I know he said on the voicemail that he was coming but I didn't actually believe he would do it. And that's not all he said on the voicemail, the ass!
I harden my face and steel my eyes. I study Wickham's face for any sign of remorse, guilt and even grief and I find – nothing. Not one shed of fault in his piercing blue eyes, just his cute smile that weakens my knees and his bright blue eyes that I used to think saw right through my soul. Obviously they saw right through a whore's shirt.
"What are you doing here Wickham?" I hiss. "Why are youhere and what do you-
Before I can even push him off, Wickham has pulled me in for a sloppy kiss while attempting to gently stroke my hair. He roughly grips my arms as I try to wiggle out of his tight grasp.
It feels like a bears mauling me. Eeek!
"Get off me you asshole!"
"Lizzie –
"Don't Lizzy me! You cheated on me! And you turn up – in Switzerland – expecting me to welcome you with open arms?" I cross my arms for effect.
"Lizzie, please just listen. I've seen the light. Youare my everything, my world, my one love. I will do anything to get you back. I know spending the last of my savings on this ticket to Switzerland won't prove my love to you, but I will make it up to you. I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.
"Did you just quote Shakespeare?"
After attempting to hug me again with no luck, Wickham's shoulders slump and he lowers his head in shame. About time too. He flicks his fringe out of his eyes and… smoulders? Oh no, not the puppy dog eyes!
"Liz, come on you know me"
He's right. I do know him. I know all the things he has done, good and bad, the sins and selfish desires of his heart and what lies within the darkest corners of his mind. I know the crimes he has committed against love ones, including me but yet I still follow him, hold him, forgive him. I feel myself beginning to give way to the temptation of forgiving him again, for everything.
"You're right Wickham, I do know you. You cheated on me George and not first the first time either. You must make a mockery behind my back, huh? 'Cause every single time you do something wrong I end up forgiving you and to be honest I think it's quite pathetic.
"Lizzie bear, I am so sorry. I honestly don't know how I can make it up to you"
"That's because you can't"
"You can Lizzie. It's because we love each other right? Forgiveness is based on love. And I love you.
"And I know that no matter how many times I forgive you for the lies, the numerous affairs and the-"
I stop myself from saying it. But instead stroke the sore part of my arm from where he last hit me. Bruises may fade but the pain lasts forever. I look away from his piercing stare and instead look behind him into the night. Thick white flakes of snow whirl in the harsh winter wind, dancing across the sky. A white blanket of snow now completely covers the ground.
"I'm tired of forgiving you George. I'm so tired. It's over." I whisper.
And with that I slowly close the door in his face, not realising that wouldn't be the last time that I would come across George Wickham
