Oh, and whoever was wondering if this was a songfic, it's not. It sprouted from a poem I had written.
Tension poured into the room like a thick liquid. I would say honey, but that is much too sweet. This was a bitter moment, like you just bit into a lemon or something. I saw the quiver in Trunk's eyes as he racked his brain for an excuse. I had ruined his train of thought by telling him I loved him. Everything's my fault.
"He didn't mean it." I said defensively. I half meant it too. I mean, of course he wanted to bite me, and he did, but for some reason my mind always registered that Trunks was the victim…not I.
Goten didn't look away from his friend, he was giving him every chance to say something in his defense. But Trunks just stood there, a weary look on his face. 'What's wrong with you!' My mind screamed, 'Say something!'
But he didn't. He turned his gaze to me and I was like a deer caught in headlights. Such sympathy in his eyes. "Can someone tell me what's going on here?" Bra asked confused.
"Trunks lied to me." Goten said. He didn't say it bitterly, it was just as if he were stating a simple fact, "And the rest is beyond me."
"Well…" I began. I had an aching in my chest and throat to just spill everything, the whole truth. But I was too cowardice. I never had the guts to hurt Trunks back, but I had never wanted too. Not until then.
"Well what?" Bra asked, urging me to continue. I felt my hands tremble; those kinds of situations were the worst for me. I couldn't take tension. It's kind of a contradiction huh? I can be abused by a guy for almost every day since I had turned a certain age, yet I couldn't take tension.
I couldn't take the possibility that Trunks could be in trouble. It killed me.
"Well," I started again with more confidence. I could tell that he was expecting me to rat him out, yet I had not the heart, "We were sparring and I was getting a little out of control and…and it was an accident." My sentence ran all together.
You could clearly see the relief on Trunks' face when I made up an excuse. But the excuse was a flimsy one that wouldn't hold up long. I could tell Goten was still suspicious. He glanced over at Trunks who finally found his voice, "Yeah. And I didn't want you to get mad at me, 'cause, ya' know, she's your niece and all. So I told you she got in a fight. I was just trying to stop her…She got really out of control."
So he didn't have to add the last part. Now people will look at me like some lunatic that can't control her anger…when really it was him who couldn't control his anger. Goten was not fully convinced, that was obvious, but he couldn't prove any of us wrong.
And to tell the truth, I wouldn't have believed that excuse either. I knew that this was not over. Goten would watch us closely now.
"Oh." Bra said, blinking. She was so trusting and gullible, luckily for me. I couldn't take the atmosphere any longer, "I have to go to work." I announced weakly. I shot Trunks a shy glance and left the kitchen in a hurry. I know I left everyone a little perplexed, but I was just glad to be away from them.
When your anger has subsided, I don't know you anymore...
I changed into a pair of Bra's clothes and snuck out the front door, trying to be like a Russian spy and not let anyone see me. I only got as far as the end of the porch.
"Pan." I heard from behind me. The honey smooth voice was that of Trunks. Slowly I turned to see him on the front step with the front door open. "Y-yeah?" I asked. The day was so hot that I had already begun to sweat, which I hated. "Let me drive you to work." He said. It was more of a statement than a question. He knew I would never turn him down.
I nodded, confused. I almost feared the ride I was about to take. I followed him meekly to the garage where there were several very nice cars. To my surprise he picked a modest silver one. Not that it wasn't nice, I would have died to of had that car, but compared to the rest it was average. I slid onto the black leather seats and waited while he started the car and opened the garage.
There was silence as the sleek silver car slunk down the driveway. His hands were gripping the steering wheel, but not in an angry way. More like a I'm-thinking-at-the-moment kind of way. Then his head slowly turned to me as we rolled to a stop at a stop sign.
I continued to look forward as he looked at me. A few strands of his longer hair hung in front of his eyes, though he made no motion to move them. I was so happy when he decided to grow it slightly longer; I thought it suited him better. But I couldn't have thought of that then, I was too anxious to barely breathe.
"Pan." He started, "I need you to promise me something."
Dumbfounded, I look at him, "What?" I asked.
"Promise that you won't love me."
My heart thudded faster, "Why?" I asked, controlling my tone so it wouldn't escalate to how I felt. And that was emotional. Very emotional.
"Because," He snapped, "You know what I am like, don't be a fool. Pretend nothing ever happened between us, we were much too close to being caught."
First of all, he was close to being caught, not me.
Second of all, yes, I knew what he was like, and yes, I was a fool.
Third of all, how the hell could I just pretend nothing happened between us? It had been happening for the longest time! You can't forget something like that!
Wrath has put a mark upon me...Phyisically and mentally.
Tears pooled in my eyes and I looked away from him, "Okay." I whispered. He looked disgusted when he saw my tears, but he hit the accelerator and sped off from the stop sign and headed to the Orange Star Mall, the place were I worked.
A fool, that's what I was.
Author's Notes: There ya' have it. So review and tell me what you thought! The next chapter is coming soon