How ch. 6
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Lydia's Memory POV:
He watched me from the corner of his eye, but pretended not to care. I knew otherwise by the way he rhythmically started swirling the amber liquid in the glass bottle against his knee.
"Will you come inside, please?" I finally yelled over the rain.
"Nah, I'm comfortable Thanks." He snarled looking up at me for a split second, then back down.
He was silent as chug after chug he drank and smoked for what seemed like forever, but in reality was an only a few minutes.
"Fine Beej, Have it your way! But I can be just as much of a stubborn ass as you can!" I yelled
His head turned slowly towards me, like it had done when he was sitting in the model the night I agreed to marry him.
His eyes seemed look through mine, and a little voice in the back of my head replayed what I heard earlier.
He's a murderer Lydia. He killed his wife. He's dangerous, everyone's told you that. You could be next. You married a Murderer.
I ignored those thoughts, as I stared back into his now olive green eyes.
"I'm not asking you to talk, I just …." I looked at the ground, and rain collected on my nose, and eyelashes. "I'm sorry" I said looking up to see his back turned to me. "I'm sorry that I brought it up, and expected you to tell me everything. Life is secret, it's private. I know that from the handbook, and Adam and Barbara don't even talk about it." I rambled but took a deep breath and calmed myself. "I shouldn't have pushed you to talk about it, and I'm sorry."
I stood there in the rain, waiting for any type of response, but none came. He didn't move, not a breath, not a flinch, nothing.
I tucked my now wet hair behind my ear, and reluctantly turned towards the glass door.
"You regret it now don't you?" His voice was barely audible over the still loud but slowing rain.
"Marrying me?" He said in a mocking tone, as I turned back to him.
"I don't regret anything…"
In a snap he was standing inches from me glaring at me; but I stayed calm.
"You're scared of me now! Right?" He yelled causing a few claps of thunder to rumble somewhere in the background, but I wasn't paying attention to that.
"I'm not scared of you!" I yelled looking firmly in eyes that seemed to be in a completely different world.
"I killed them Lydia!" He admitted, shaking away the bad memories, and focusing in on my eyes.
"I could kill you too!" He pushed me up against the French doors, with enough force to get my attention, but not to hurt me. He stopped and squinted looking at me like I was crazy. "You get that, right?"
"I trust you" I said shaking my head firmly. He pulled back; having not expected that answer.
"I'll be back later." He snapped, and was about to take off into oblivion, until I grabbed his wrist.
"No, Beej" I demanded
"Let go of me" He said through clenched teeth.
"No, you can't keep running. We're not going to talk about your past anymore …" I clung to his wrist emotionally begging him to stay. "The past is over. You can't go back, even if you wanted to. You have to let go of it; you have to move forward." I looked down for a split second, then back at him "So can you just do that for me, like, not as your wife, but just as… I don't know like a friend?" I asked awkwardly letting go of his wrist, and looking down.
He chuckled, after a moment and then burst into a full fit of laughter.
"What is so funny?" I frowned
"Babes, if your gunna start 'feeling more' for me" He said using air quotes, "then you gotta stop with the ramblin' nervous school girl act."
"You heard…" I gasped and smacked his arm.
"Tell me Beej, do you enjoy emotionally damaged girls, on their hands and knees trying to make you feel better about yourself?" I rolled my eyes and started for the door.
"Lyds, it's not that Babes!" He said putting a hand on the door. "Look, we're married now; it's kind of expected to have feelings for one another."
"Well, excuse me if I don't know what I'm doing. I've never had a boyfriend, and up until yesterday I had never even kissed anyone! I'm not exactly wanted material, in this neck of the woods."
"Have you not heard a thing I've said over the past couple days. I don't just pick anyone to be married to, only the best of the best for the 'Ghost with the Most'."
I felt blood rush to my cheeks, and saw the corner of his mouth start to curl into a smile.
"You're my pretty little Bride, Lyds" He said smirking and pinning me up against the door.
My breath hitched, and my voice got caught in my throat.
"Relax" He whispered smiling , as he inched closer to my face. "You trust me, remember?" His nose was next to mine, and his cold breath, brushed against my lips before, I finally closed my eyes.
I gave into him, and let him wrap his arms around my waist, as mine somehow got twisted around his neck, and in his hair. Hair that was surprisingly not moldy and sticky, but soft, and smooth.
His lips devoured mine, but somehow taught them how to move. He was cold, every part of him, most likely because of the autumn rain. I could've stayed like that forever, never feeling closer to someone in my whole life, but he pulled away, and I remembered I had to breathe.
"That is a kiss Lyds," He chuckled "And a pretty damn good one too."
I rested my wet hair covered forehead against his, and our eyes met.
"I'll make you a deal okay, Babes?"
I nodded still breathless, making his smile bigger.
"I'll promise to move on from my past and all that shit you were talkin' 'bout earlier if you promise me something…"
"What?"
"You can't be nervous with me anymore."
It was a simple promise really. A Wife actually comfortable with her Husband; Was it really that crazy to be falling for my husband?
I smiled "Promise"
"Shake on it?" He asked with a raised brow, holding out his hand.
"I think I have a better idea…" I said reaching on my tip toes, and kissing him hard one good time.
He spun around, and a white lily appeared in his hands, as he pretended to fall dead with a smile on his face. (AN: if anyone has seen the beginning of the cartoon he does this same thing, making Lydia laugh.)
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I think I've created a monster." He said peeking out of one eye.
I couldn't help but laugh and roll my eyes. "Well, this monster is cold and hungry, and is going inside to dry off and eat. Care to join me Mr. Juice?"
"Not like I got anything else to do." He popped up and escorted me on his arm, back inside.
He opened the door for us, and I grabbed a change of clothes from my closet, and made my way to the bathroom. He just snapped and was completely dry.
I saw him from the corner of my eye open a beer bottle, and walk over to my painting."Don't touch that it's still wet!"
I closed the door almost all the way but leaving a crack, to see if he would try anything.
After a while I didn't hear anything. "Beej?" I called pulling down my shirt and entering the room.
He was still standing in front of it, trying very hard to understand it.
"It's abstract." I said sitting on the bed closest to him, and crossing my legs, which made me remember how sore I truly was.
"I know that." He frowned. "I didn't know you painted."
"Yeah…Well my Mom did all the time. I always liked photography more, but painting was 'our' thing, I guess you could say."
I got up and was looking through all my nightstand drawers and in my closet for my bottle of Tylenol.
Beej moved to my bed, kicking off his boots, beforehand while I searched.
"Is she any good at it, or is one of those 'artists' like Delia."
"Where are you?" I whispered walking into the bathroom and looking through my medicine cabinet.
My head was starting to throb right where I knew I had a huge bruise. I finally found the empty white bottle on my bathroom counter, and threw it across the room.
"Damn Delia!" She always took stuff like medicine, or shampoo, and never replaced it.
"What do you need this for?" Beej asked from the bed.
I slowly walked towards him. He probably thought I was weak…
"I'm a little sore…from yesterday."
"Well Hell Babes, that's all ya gotta say, forget this shit." He said throwing the bottle over his shoulder.
He disappeared and appeared again, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom.
"Where's it hurt?"
"My head, mainly" He snapped, and a huge pop echoed in my ears, making me dizzy.
I lost my balance for a minute, but he caught my arms. "Sorry" He frowned "I forget breathers, have side-effects…"
"No, it's actually a lot better, the soreness everything, it's just gone."
"I think you underestimate my powers, Lyds" He said puffing out his chest
And like a freight-train it all hit me. "It was you!" I smiled almost tackling him into a hug.
"What was me?"
"You saved Dad; the doctors couldn't explain it, because it was you!" I hugged him tight.
"I might've done something, but I swear if this leaves this room…"
"Thank You!" I said letting go of him, and taking his face in my hands "Thank You" I left him, and moved back across the room.
"You never answered my question." He said changing the subject and sitting down on the bed. I sat next to him, noticing the homemade mini chicken pot pie, that Barbara had left for me on the tray.
"What question?" I said grabbing the food, and fork.
"About your Mom, is she any good or is she a flake artist."
I started eating, being too hungry to care what I looked like shoving food in my face while talking to him.
"The flake artist would be Delia. Who, I must tell you dedicated an entire section of her studio to you."
He looked surprised. "Oh the Snake, I think she said was a 'gift from the inspiration gods' at one point."
Beetlejuice almost couldn't control his laughter, but he grabbed a beer, and sat on the bed in front of me listening like a little kid. "And you're Mom?"
"She could paint. Anything you could ever imagine, she could make so much more than anything you pictured it would be. She painted everything and anything…" I drifted off
"What happened?" His green eyes hiding behind furrowed brows.
"Her and my dad got divorced when I was about seven, and that summer she got sick."
He didn't say anything just listened.
"She went in and out of treatment and remission, for years but the last time it came back, she was too weak, too tired to fight anymore. She died when I was eleven."
"Were you close to her?"
"She was like my best friend" I smiled "We could conquer the world together, you know? Oh my God, she could imitate Delia to a tee. She hated that woman but did it just to make me laugh. Dad says I lost my spark after she died. I was still in my grieving gothic phase when I met you the first time."
"That's why you wanted 'in'…" He said "To find her…"
I just nodded, ashamed.
"What's her name? You know, Maybe I could…" He stood up
"She already crossed over, Beej. Adam and Barbara asked Juno, and she crossed over right after she died."
He silently sat back down.
"I'm sorry Lyds"
"It's okay, I'm kind of glad I know that now, though. I think that's part of the reason I'm not that scared little goth girl anymore, is because I know she's at peace."
We sat in silence for a while, awkwardly.
"I could teach you, you know?"
"Teach me, what?" He scoffed
"How to paint"
"I'd like to see you try." I jumped up, carefully moving the wet canvas, and getting out another. I added different color paints to the pallet, and looked at him. "Come On"
"Now, I could really enjoy just watching you do this."
"No Beej, you're gunna do this."
"And if I don't?" He squinted smiling
"Then I'll just have to do this…" I said smiling, "Beetlejuice"
His smile instantly fell "You wouldn't"
"Beetle…" But before I could finish his hand was placed firmly on my mouth.
"Okay Ms. Showoff, What do I have to do?"
I handed him a brush, showing him how to hold it, and how to make different brush strokes.
"Well, if you're going to make me do this, can you at least be my nude model?"
"No!" I shouted, and he laughed, as I threw a paint can at him. Its contents left him covered in dark blue acrylic, glaring at me.
Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh you messed with the wrong ghost, Girly!" He said lunging for me, but I took off, his maniacal laughter following me throughout the halls.
I ran downstairs, and skidded to a stop in front of the front door, laughing.
I opened the door, and my stomach instantly dropped when I saw who was on the other side.
Dylan McAlister.