Annie was violently ripped from her slumber by her phone's constant blaring in her ear, playing some music vaguely reminiscent of a woodpecker being raped with a ziptie, the obnoxious racket making her blue-green eyes flutter open. She glanced around the room, having not quite made the connection that her cell was going off. She groped around, half-asleep for her phone, without looking at her called ID.
"Kailah, I swear to god, this had better be good." Annie snapped harshly, having never been one to enjoy waking up early, especially on a Saturday.
But the voice on the other end wasn't the high falsetto Annie knew and loved. Rather, a deep, more masculine tone resonated in her ears, making her heart stop.
"Annie?" Came the disbelieving voice on the other end. "Is that you?"
In the next second, the phone dropped from the hand. She began to tremble, eyes wide. Her worst fear had been realized, he'd found her. Why hadn't she blocked his number!? Had he seen her in the mall? Her mind whirled with unasked questions, but through her confusion, she managed to lift the forgotten telephone, staring at if it would answer all her questions.
She put the phone to her ear with shaky hand. "M-Marik?" She breathed, afraid of what he might say.
He hadn't meant to call her.
What were the odds of her still having the same cell phone number, anyways? He'd called her multiple times when she left, but he'd never gotten an answer.
He'd meant to call Ryou and ask if he and Bakura would like to come over, but he'd accidentally clicked on her number by accident.
Perhaps the gods had finally heard his pleas? Was this turn of fate finally the answer to his prayers? Part of him was excited, that his love had finally picked up, he wanted to ask so many questions... but the other part of him, the darkest parts of his mind told him to turn away, to return to the numb abyss that was his shattered heart.
After all, wouldn't it be better spending all of eternity oblivious rather than find out her true thoughts of him? Could he truly hear the reason she left him?
"Annie?" His lips had a mind of their own, forming words before his brain could think about what to say, his tone absolutely incredulous. "Is that you?"
For a moment, he thought he'd imagined her voice. All was silent as the seconds crawled by, with no sound on the other end of the line. Maybe he was going insane, thinking he was hearing the voice of a woman that had simply vanished. He reached for the 'end call' button, but at the last possible second, the angelic voice graced his ears again, her tone unsure, much like a child who had been reprimanded.
"M-Marik?"
It was her.
It was no figment of his imagination. The woman he loved had finally responded...
A million questions bombarded his mind at once, unsure how to speak, but the question popped out of his mouth before he could stop it, like water bursting forth from a worn dam, shaping his tongue and spilling from his lips before he could stop it.
"Why?"
All it took was one word. The heartfelt confusion and underlying hurt caught her off-guard, making her heart wrench with a deep, lingering sorrow. In a instant, she was crying, feeling like a despicable excuse for a human being.
How could she have thought this was a good idea? To run away and hurt the only man that she'd loved unconditionally? To hide his own child from him, because of her own insecurities? All at once, guilt and sorrow crashed down on her, forcing her fingers to act without thought.
She hung up the phone, unable to speak to him right now She curled in on herself, assuming the fetal position, warm rivulets of tears dripping down her cheeks.
Her ears roared with the unbearable silence, shattered only by her frantic breathing and the occasional broken sob.
God, she'd been so very blind. Caught up in her fear of rejection, she decided to run from her problems and break her own heart before he could.
Wave after wave of emotion crashed into her like a freight train, she rose from her bed, clumsily shucking her clothes off and putting on a nice-looking outfit, but ran simply on autopilot , mind whirring.
What was she doing? What if she told him about Kesi? What if Marik demanded custody?
Millions of questions shot through her mind like a machine gun emptying of bullets, nearly driving her insane. Every fiber of her being told her to lay back down... turn away, ignore this feeling of obligation...
No.
She was done running.
YAY! Finally, the next installment of our favorite star-struck lovers. XD
Ahem, in other news, I am making a music video/ trailer for this story! It should be up by the next chapter. Hopefully.
Stalk me on Facebook (Annistasia Jonee), Youtube & DeviantArt (TheRandomestKatEver) and FictionPress (GothicBronyGal).
Are you guys as sad as I am that the story will be ending in a few chapters? :( Luckily, I'm going to make a poll of possible story ideas.
And I know this is a bit of a pipe dream, but maybe we can get this story to 20 reviews by the end? Come on! It's only a few more chapters! I promise I'll update more... *Begs* Pretty please?
Much love,
Kat
