Long time no see. You see, I was going to update - but my grandmother was put into a difficult situation and was given two days to live. So naturally my family went out to spend time with her before she passed. It was extremely difficult for me and since her funeral, I haven't had the inspiration or enthusiasm to write. Sorry about dragging you guys into my personal life, but I want you to know that if I could of written more and posted, I would of. The other few stories I have will be updated soon. Just understand this took me a bit to write and now I need to write the rest of my stories' new chapters.
Anyway, onto brighter news my favorite online store RESTOCKED and it was like I was dancing on the moon, eating lollipops and forest animals were singing hallelujah in the background. I WAS SO HAPPY GUYS, and I was put into such a great mood as I began furiously clicking to get things into my cart and shipped over to me - THAT I BEGAN WRITING FOUND MY NEW MUSE - and you guys would laugh at me if I told you it was a video game, wouldn't you? I watch this let's play with my favorite LPer, and this game just... inspires me. Anyway, I really need to start this chapter, now don't I? This is a really long and important chapter, as it will lead up to a lot in later chapters - so be sure to read it all! Let's get started then!
You Will Be Mine
Chapter Four : Reflections
Huffing furiously, I slammed the apartment door behind me as I swooped into my room as quickly as I could; as I did not need any interrogations on my break, all I wanted was to get to the beach and get away from that god damn heart breaker. Closing my eyes and letting out a breath of relief, it had seemed I had spoken too soon and was soon met with Liz and Patty's endless gabbering.
"What's wrong!"
"What's going on! Did you see a hot guy? Could you hook me up with hi-"
But before Liz could finish her sentence, her younger sibling cut in, pushing in front of her and looking up at me with those big round blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with excitement. But the thing was, Liz didn't need to finish her sentence, I had already realized what she was about to say, and the mere thought of him being with someone else seemed to make my heart ache even more.
Had he found another girl to hold close to his chest, allowing them to listen to his rapid heart beat just as I had once upon a time; back when we would lay entwined on my father's ratty couch and just talk for hours on end. Those were the times I would rather think about, not the times - or rather time that I had lost someone that I held so dearly to my heart, someone who I doubted would ever be able to be replaced. No, there was no doubt, because deep down I knew that I would never be able to value a man like him like I had once.
"Maka! Are you even listening to us!"
Patty pouted, sticking out her trembling bottom lip. Sighing, I rubbed the bridge of my nose thoughtfully, looking up at them with tearful green eyes before bursting into tears and grasping out to hug them. This only seemed to make them worry even more, and suddenly it felt like I had been run over by a train. I was experiencing that night all over again, the betrayal, the hurt. Wrapping my arms around myself I leaned against Liz as she guided me over towards my four poster bed.
We sat down together, and Liz calmly stroked my hair as Patty rubbed my back; the two genuinely trying to calm me down and make me feel better. I didn't deserve friends like this, friends who took care of me so well. So I did the one thing I hated to do, the one thing I had promised myself I would never do if I was put into such a situation - I hung on, I clutched tighter, refusing to let go of the little light left in my life.
Half an hour later, I finally began to calm down - my emotions spiraling to a halt as Liz and Patty gave me reassuring smiles, urging me to tell them what had happened. Smiling weakly, I found myself hesitating to tell them what had happened, afraid to know what they would think of me when I told them I had caught sight of my long gone ex-boyfriend from my high school years. It had been so long, did he even remember me? Gently shaking my head in doubt, I let my emerald eyes wander up to my two friend's faces, my mouth opening to finally tell them the truth.
But before I could do such a thing, a knock sounded at our front door; as if mocking me for not speaking earlier, taunting me and teasing me for bursting into tears at such a simple thing. Where had the strong, well sheltered Maka gone? And why had a weak, tearful and haunted one replaced her. Biting my lip, I moved my gaze back to my feet, noticing that I had long been ridden of my shoes. Had I taken them off at the door? Or was it in the elevator? Sighing, I watched as Patty giggled, tackling me into a hug as her elder sister made her way out of my room to answer the front door.
Liz's smooth, mature voice echoed through the apartment and I found myself sitting on the edge of the mattress, eager to know who had arrived at our dingy apartment; perhaps it was someone I didn't know, or perhaps a person who I had never heard speak - because when another voice entered into their two way conversation, it rang no bells inside my head.
The voice was deep, masculine, but sweet. It held a sense of familiarity to it, and I could immediately tell that this person knew who Liz was or had at least met her once before. But although I had finally heard the man's voice, the curiosity only seemed to grow and it seemed to endlessly burn at me, egging me on to go out into the front room and catch a glimpse of this mysterious person.
Standing, Patty looked up at me with her own curiosity. Pressing a finger to my lips, I tip toed towards the door, peaking out from behind it to catch a glimpse of Liz's back and a short glance of snow white hair. My breath hitched and it was if the world had stopped around me. If I was dreaming, it felt real enough to make me sick - was this Liz's new boy toy; My ex-boyfriend? Tears began to well up my eyes again and I quickly shut my eyes; as if willing away the milky haired man and his deep voice.
But as I shut my eyes, something clicked in my mind, and I realized that although I had heard the man's voice I had not gotten the same shivers I once had with So- his seductive one. His rolled off his tongue, in a careless and dangerous way; it brought a edge to his voice and I could vaguely remember getting shivers when remembering it at night. But just as I was getting carried away in my thoughts, something tugged at me and brought me back down to Earth and that was when I realized I was falling forward - out of my bedroom, the place I had so carefully hidden myself in!
I wanted to scream, but as my chest slammed against the floor, I realized I couldn't. My breath had been stolen, and I found myself taking a sharp gasp of air. Looking up, I was met with the curious eyes of Liz and the crimson eyed, suited man she had been speaking with. For an instant, I stared into two red eyes, so deep that I could fall into them.
"Maka, we meet again,"
He smiled, a smug look twisting his god-like features. This wasn't my ex-boyfriend - no, this was my ex-boyfriend's older brother. I had met him while dating him and something uncoiled itself in my mind as I looked up at him. I had had years of experience with Wes Evans, and I couldn't ignore it: something felt wrong.
I moved to sit up, letting myself hop up from the wooden floor boards to meet Wes' taunting stare. Something was different, although I couldn't put my finger on it, I could feel it deep down within me. But perhaps I was fooling myself, I had a haunting feeling that I was being too obvious in front of the man who had such a great relation to my ex. Huffing, I narrowed my eyes at him; my stomach churning at the mere thought of being tricked by him once again.
"Why are you here, Wes?"
My voice came out stronger than I had expected, and I gained a new sense of confidence as I stared back at the man who once loved to toy with me. A smirk twisted his lips, and he quickly opened his mouth to reply.
"I came to invite you - and your beautiful friends - to my wedding at the end of the summer. I know it's a bit late to be asking you of this, but I need to be a bridesmaid for my lovely fiancee. She doesn't have many friends, so right now she's having a hard time looking for a dress flowers and such. I know it's a lot to ask of you, but if you don't want to go through hell alone, I would be honored to have your two friends accompany my soon to be wife down the aisle as well. In fact, it'd work perfectly. Seeing as I have three groomsmen,"
He smiled and for a moment I was completely taken with the thought, looking over towards Liz and Patty I found myself smiling as they eagerly nodded, themselves eager to do something exciting over the summer break; and a bachelorette party and a wedding party seemed to be just the medicine. I smiled back at Wes, nodding as he broke out into a grin, rushing over to me and scooping me up into a hug.
"I know I wasn't the best of people 5 years ago, and my family doesn't have the best history with you. But I just can't help but be glad that you're agreeing to this. Thank you so much, Maka. You won't regret this,"
He grinned, gently setting me down and writing down his number, as well as his fiancee's and their address. But by the time he had left, I felt as though his words had shaken me back to reality. Because chances were, one of his groomsmen was going to be his brother. And chances were, I was going to have to deal with him at one point or another.
Closing my eyes, I leant against the kitchen counter, my racing heart beating wildly inside my chest. Was I dreaming? Perhaps not, if felt too real, it was real; I was awake. Running a hand through my hair, I jolted up as someone entered the kitchen and my eyes fluttered open to meet a very concerned looking Liz.
"Are you okay, honey?"
She asked, walking over and leaning against the opposite counter. I nodded, unable to find the words to explain my sorrow, unable to speak aloud. Liz seemed to understand and slowly leaned over, giving me an encouraging smile as she pulled me into a comforting hug. I let out a small sigh, wrapping my own arms around her and welcoming her comfort; I would take any I could get at this point.
After a moment of silence, I pulled away, afraid to be too dependent on my room mate and good friend; I couldn't get too close, I couldn't relive those moments of my past again. Lips quirking into a small smile, I tried to give my best reassuring smile to her, but at this point, I didn't even know if I could give her a simple one. I was over reacting at the simple memories of my past, but the way they seemed to haunt me only made my fears escalate.
"I... I think it's time I tell you about when I was in high school and more importantly, about my father."
They way I stuttered at the beginning of my sentence only seemed to make Liz worry even more, a crease setting in her forehead as she looked down at me with sympathetic eyes; she was most likely thinking of a far worse situation than it actually was. Liz had grown up on the streets, every day a new fight for survival. And to make it worse, her sister and her were only in their early teens when it had began; which meant it was impossible for her to find any sort of income - other than to steal of course.
"It began when my mother found out my father was cheating on her and even after than did he continue to do so. It was like he was addicted, it was a drug to him, the exhilaration and adrenaline of sneaking out at night and constantly lying getting to him. My mother seemed to understand this, and would constantly try to console him and forgive him. But eventually, she cracked. It was only a bit after that did she discover she was pregnant with me and decided to give my father another chance to be the man she had once known and fallen in love with. My father was ecstatic at the news and vowed to never cheat again. My mother believed him - but deep down, she knew he was just spouting out his white lies all over again.
"It took my mother four years to completely abandon him, and when she did she abandoned me too. It was like I was a constant reminder of my father. I looked nothing like him, nor did I ever act in the same way. But somehow, every time she looked at me, it was like she was looking at her ex-husband all over again; and even I could tell she couldn't take it anymore..."
I paused for a moment, wiping away the forming tears. I had built up all these emotions over the years, and it was like I had suddenly let them all free by telling Liz my story, and yet I hadn't even gotten half way through it. Liz spoke no words, instead she nodded encouragingly, reassuring me that she was here for me and that she needed to understand the whole situation before she spoke comforting words.
"I grew up in a dingy apartment alongside my father, being kept up at night by his dozens of mistresses who would enter our apartment in the wee hours and scream and cry with pleasure for hours on end. It disgusted me, and from an early age I learned how to truly hate a person with all of my heart. My father would constantly get drunk, blabbering about how great of a fuck that brunette was or how good at her job that blonde was. Even after doing such things at night, he still had the audacity to lie to me! 'I only love you and your mother, Maka. No one else.' Those constant lies still haunt me to this day, it was the reason I had so much trouble with the male gender all through my elementary, middle and high school years.
"Yet despite this, I still managed to have three very different relationships with three very different boys. The first one was a boy called Black*Star. He was an orphan who lived at the ratty orphanage next to our apartment. I met him when I was 5, and I don't think I've ever met anyone who was as loud and rambunctious as he was. Black*Star was a year younger than me, but he still knew how to make me laugh in the worst of moments. He was the light in my life, my best friend for three years. Until he suddenly started acting weird. Maybe it was because he had met new people, experienced the world a bit more. But the day I turned 7, he suddenly turned on me."
I smiled in nostalgia as I relived my child hood, he had always been the funniest and most arrogant male figure in my life. Liz's eyes widened slightly at my words and suddenly opened her mouth to speak.
"Isn't that the guy who Tsubaki has a crush on!"
She shouted, clamping her hand over her mouth in realization shortly afterwards. My own eyes widened slightly, and I felt my throat constrict as I realized I had been ignoring what Tsubaki was saying before hand; it wasn't Blue Moon who she had set her kind eyes upon, it was Black*Star! I nodded, snapping out of my surprised and regretful thoughts and opening my mouth to continue and finish my story.
"When I became 13, I met Kidd. He was the guy you let into our apartment a while ago; the creep who's obsessed with symmetry. We became really close friends after we met at school. And when I turned 15, he asked me out. We became even closer after that. But Kidd had left one thing in the dark in our relationship; who his father really was - the principal of our school. It turned out his father disapproved of our relationship, even though he liked me as a student, he said he could never see me as his son's girlfriend. He told Kidd to break up with me, and at 16 I lost my first real boyfriend. It was only a little bit later did I meet him, he was so sweet even if he was known as the bad boy-cool kid at our high school. We became so close, and the night of my eighteenth birthday my father ended up gathering his drunk friends and beating him up. He broke up with me shortly after, and he's the reason why I haven't been with any guys since. I was in love with him - that kind of love that you only experience once in a life time. That guy you saw today in our apartment was his older brother, he used to like to tease me whenever he caught sight of me... But I guess he's changed over the years, I mean look at him. If you had told me Wes Evans would get married in five years, I would have laughed endlessly for days."
I finished my story as quickly as I could, hoping Liz wouldn't think differently of me after she heard it. But to my surprise, Liz only pulled me forward into a hug, stroking my hair in comfort. I hugged her back, letting the silent tears roll down my cheeks and caress them. I was too tired of my past to be sobbing anymore, I was tired of it, all of it. I just wanted to forget it all and get on with my life. But that wedding seemed to hold me back, and tell me that my horror story wasn't over just yet.
"It's okay, Maka. We'll get through this, let's just focus on the positives right now, okay? That's what Patty and me always did we were living on the streets. We have a great summer ahead of us, so just focus on that for now, okay?"
She smiled, pulling away and patting me on the head.
"Now go get some sleep, darling. We have a great day at the beach planned for tomorrow!"
She full out grinned, smiling as I smiled back at her. Anticipation coursed through me, and suddenly I felt excited to get away for the day and spend a nice, fun day with my girls at the beach. Waving a small good bye, I moved into my bedroom, stripping out of my day clothes and pulling a extra large t-shit over my head. Crawling into bed, I grabbed my laptop before flopping down; opening it up and clicking the beeping chat window with a small smile crossing my pink lips. Just the thing to help me sleep, talking with my mysterious new guy best friend.
Jazzguy822: Hey, what's up?
Bookworm122: Nothing much, I got invited to a wedding today! I'm excited, but at the same time kind of upset over the fact that it's on such notice.
Jazzguy822: When's the wedding?
Bookworm122: The end of the summer, I'm going to be a bridesmaid!
Jazzguy822: No way! I'm a groomsmen at a wedding at the end of the summer too. We might just be heading to the same wedding.
Bookworm122: Wouldn't that be convenient? lol
Jazzguy822: You don't even know.
And how right he was.
