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Chapter songs
**Closer to the edge- 30 Seconds to Mars (Scene one)
**I'm with you- Avril Lavigne (Tasha and Rose)
**With or without you- U2 (Lissa)
**Hurricane- 30 Seconds to Mars (Christian)
Chapter Seven- Daddies&Dates.
"I might talk about killing people, but that doesn't mean I do it." ~ Eminem.
Rose…
My eyes watched the various amount of cars zoom past the cold parking lot of the 'The Court', two girls stood at my side, whom were separated by my ready and anticipating body. The blonde beauty to my right was rustled and shaken, her skinny hands fiddling continuously with the ripped hem of her gorgeous white dress, an expression of intergraded emotions were etched on her face, and a clump of patchy bruises decorated her perfect left eyebrow. To my left, the dark beauty stood poised and ruler-like, her spine erected and straight. Her fist which was clench tightly to her side was vibrating and her knuckles had turned a pasty white as she controlled her anger. There was a macabre feeling rising and rippling through my spine as I thought how grotesque this situation was. With Lissa's light beauty and Tasha's dark elegance, I almost felt as though I had an angel and a devil perched on each shoulder, whispering contrasting ideas into my cluttered mind- it was almost like a fight between the light and the dark.
Mason had been the man's arms I felt around me as I bashed Avery and once he realized how alarming the situation actually was, he decided kindly to help. Lissa, Tasha and I waited hesitantly as Mason strolled around the corner to get his mother's car. Looking but not seeing the myriad amount of cars passing, I continued to contemplate the deranged series of events that had taken place only a few moments ago. One image that my mind favoured was the animalistic expression on Tasha's face as she smashed into Lissa's quivering body, fire in her normally icy eyes, and a murderous growl upon her face. It took all I had, combined with Mason's strength, to rip Tasha's claws from Lissa's skin and to keep her away from the light beauty. My eyes cautiously snapped to the black haired girl to my left and I surveyed her tight stance and her persecute expression, feeling a twist of emotions mingle in my stomach- I had never seen Tasha like this, and it scared me.
It had taken all my efforts and energy, along with Mason's, to separate the girls and to keep Tasha reposed and calm. I could see that she was outraged that we would be catching a ride home with Lissa, but we didn't have a car, and Mason offered- as Mason was one of Lissa's close friends, she came along- much to Tasha's dismay.
"I can't believe you're actually considering giving this bitch a ride home," Tasha spat, her quivering hands folding under her bosom, her short pixie cut hair in a disarray and her face red in controlled rage. "You seriously want a murder on your hands? Because if she doesn't walk away within in next few minutes, I think I'll kill her."
Lissa didn't defend herself, giving nothing more than an incoherent whimper as she continued to fiddle with her dress. I turned around and looked at my friend whose bright blue eyes glowed in rage, the wide dark pupils flickering to the other girl every other second. "Oh come on, Tasha." I protested, running a shaking hand through my hair. The night had been drama-packed and I was exhausted. "We can't just leave her here."
"Well one of her skanky friends can come pick her up." Tasha growled, finally snapping her eyes back to the road, a number of various coloured cars zooming pass us.
"To be fair Tasha," I began, not really feeling comfortable with arguing with my best friend at the moment , especially because she was the one in the wrong. "Mason is Lissa's friend, and he's giving us the ride home."
Tasha's eyes glowed in rage and began to melt until they were motionless pools of blue. "Fine, I'll walk." And just as she turned to walk away, my hand lurched out and clamped hard onto her bare arms, twisting her around until she was forced to look straight at me, her sharp piercing eyes skewering me deeper than any knife could.
"Stop acting like this." I warned; my eyes calm and sure, that I kept firm on her apathetic glare. She kept up the charade that she just didn't care, but through her impassive gaze I could see the tiny speck of emotion that indicated this situation hit closer to home than she let on. Something was really bothering her. "I'm not asking you to stay with her all night, or even to talk with her- just five minutes in a car. That's all I'm asking. Please."
Her blue eyes searched mine suspiciously before she relaxed her arms and shoulders, her eyes softening slightly. She gave me no articulate response, though her tattooed neck jerked forward twice as she gave me stiff, unsure nods. She stood to my left again and stayed still, watching the different lights and cars move before us. Lissa, who was on my right, folded her arms from the breeze and her eyes were austere and void, showing nothing of how she might have been feeling, even though I knew she was enduring a variegated amount of emotions.
I stretched my hand to touch her arm in comfort, but my efforts where annihilated when a bright beacon of light shone in my wide eyes as Mason's car parked right in front of us, a loud honk roaring through the noisy scene as he peaked his head out of the open window.
"Hop in." He said; his freckled arm flung over the open window as he smiled cheerily at us, a few scratches etched across his handsome face, the only indication that he had broken up two fights that night.
I gave Tasha a reassuring look before watching Lissa climb into the front seat, her movements jittery and shaky as she sat herself down, her emotionless face intact. Even though she had revealed nothing that would expose her true feelings, I hadn't missed the shuttering sighs as she tried to control her harsh breathing and how her pupils dilated when Tasha or I so much as set our gaze upon her. Her eyes revealed just how scared she was of my best friend and me. Witnessing that utter look of fear, I felt something that I would have embraced a few days ago but endured with much pain at that moment - Guilt.
I accompanied Tasha in the back seat, taking her bleeding hand in mine as we began to drive. I watched carefully as she took deep shuttering breaths, how her lips pursed as if holding in a dam of tears, how her tattooed hand shook in mine. I didn't even have to be amazingly close to Tasha, to know that something was coiling deeply in her delicate mind. For one thing, I knew that she was worried about Christian's safety and his whereabouts and that she was deeply concerned about him and his feelings. I wasn't worried in the slightest. Yeah, I was slightly apprehensive towards the fact that he was upset, but that didn't change the fact that he was a strong man who could look after himself, he didn't need Tasha for him to function in this world.
The inside of the car was thick with tension and nobody spoke, feeling the four walls of the small car close in on us, squeezing the oxygen through the tiniest of little holes. I tried my hardest to ignore the ever present feeling of strain and hostility and I was extremely relieved when Mason finally parked outside Lissa's huge mansion, bringing me many memories of Abe, Dimitri and Andre- different combination of thoughts gathering together to create an explosion in my mind. Lissa's shuttering hand untied her seatbelt and with a quick 'thanks' she opened the door and stepped out, looking dejected and seriously beat up. I didn't even want to begin to comprehend the pain I felt inside as I watched Lissa's lonely form amble to her front door, and I couldn't resist the urge to follow her. "Hold on, I'll be back in a second." I let go of my friends bloody, inked hand with one last squeeze before stepping out into the grounds of Lissa's amazing house, and began running after the blonde girl. Finally after hearing the sound of my heels hitting the hard concrete many times, I made it to her and she stopped, turning around to give me a curious glare.
"You're not here to hit me are you?" She asked her voice slightly snappy as she crossed her arms. Her jade green eyes blazed in anger and hurt as she assessed me, her pupils running up and down my red dress and face.
"That is not cool." I stated, stepping closer to her frightened/angry form, ignoring how she took at least three steps back to escape me. "I stopped Tasha from hitting you, so stop making it out as if I'm the one who's going to hurt you."
"You want to hurt me though,", Lissa said, her eyes snapping to the red car down the drive, her fingers knotting together as she caught Tasha's murderous gaze, "you and Tasha both do."
"Wanting to hurt someone and actually hurting them are two different aspects," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance, "...aspects that would be wise for you to learn. Plus, it's not like you don't deserve all this hate. You bring it all on yourself."
"I don't do anything wrong- at all!" Lissa protested her eyes wide and I could see how desperate she was to prove her innocence, no matter how much I wasn't buying it.
"Just because I hang out with people who do bad things, doesn't mean I'm a bad person."
"Yes it does actually; it makes you ten times worse than your friends." I admitted, folding my arms under my chest and keeping my eyes firm on the girl before me. "They know what they're doing and they know they're all bastards, but you just idly watch them and do nothing about it, thinking you are innocent- which makes you worse."
We stood there feeling the soft breeze flutter against our bare legs and shoulders, both of us with our arms crossed and our faces tight and watchful. The breeze was flowing through my long hair as I assessed her face, watching as she took in my advice. I didn't acknowledge the front door opening, and I didn't bother to look. My eyes stayed firm on Lissa as I watched a current of thoughts cascade through her mind, finally after a huge exhale, I turned around to see the gorgeous face of Andre Dragomir. Lissa's eyes snapped to the beautiful man, watching as he watched us, a curious yet somehow calculating expression stitched to his face. His eyes fell on his sister, and they immediately narrowed.
"What happened to you?" He asked his deep voice full of concern. He stepped out of the huge house and walked down a few steps before reaching us. His soft pianist hands touched his sister's face lightly, tilting her chin upwards as he assessed the dark red marks covering her cheeks and eyebrows- the bruises that my friend had inflicted. "Who did this?"
Lissa's weak hand lightly removed her brothers prodding fingers, and she gave him a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." She lied, her eyes snapping to me, as though she was daring me to rebut her lie. I stayed quiet, carefully taking in how her nostrils flared slightly and her eyes batted as she lied.
"Lissa, your bruises say otherwise," Andre said calmly, though I could hear the disguised anger in his words. "Who did this to you?"
"You know… I can't even remember," Lissa said with a slight shrug of the shoulders, raising her hands in a nonchalant gesture. "I was trying to get out of the club and someone accidently elbowed me whilst they were dancing…I can't remember what they looked like."
Andre stepped back, his eyes portrayed that he didn't believe a word that left his sisters lips, but after a long intense moment he nodded his head and watched the pretty girl as she made her way back into the house, her head bowed and her shaking hand trailing through her long locks. After his sister closed the door tightly behind her, Andre turned to face the red car which was situated at the end of the drive, with an impatient Tasha and Mason inside. Finally, his gorgeous green eyes fell on me, a speck of anger tinted and stitched through his captivating irises.
"She didn't get elbowed in the face, did she?" He asked, folding his arms across his hard chest. I couldn't answer him, so I decided for a slight shake of the head, feeling unbelievably guilty as he exhaled, pain stitched in every atom of air leaving his lips.
"Where did you go yesterday?" Andre asked quietly, obviously trying to change the subject, his arms staying folded across his muscled chest. "I waited for you to return with your father, but you never did."
"Something came up," I lied bluntly, keeping my eyes far away from his prodding pupils surrounded in stunning green.
"Yeah?" Andre asked sceptically, his eyebrows rising. "How come no explanation came with your father? I waited for ages, and ended up having to spend the rest of the night with Avery Lazar. Do you realize how annoying that was?"
I couldn't even manage to give my reply in coherent words. With all the events that had taken place that night, I just didn't have the capability to answer him in his puerile questions. I simply lifted my shoulders and shrugged, keeping my eyes away from him. Finally, after a long silence, I had to peak at his expression and I was brought with his desolate glare as he watched me and I knew he wouldn't leave without an answer, I sighed then said with another shrug, "It wasn't like I was your assigned date anyway, there was no need for me to tell you."
"I had to leave early…and it was a party in my house!" Andre said lightly, though I conjectured that he was more serious than he portrayed. "I had to drive around the block for about three hours before I was sure Avery was gone- and you didn't even have the courtesy to tell me you were gone so that I could have left before she detected me?"
"Listen, Andre, I could stand here and rhyme off many different excuses and I could apologize until hell freezes over, but that won't change the fact that I left early last night." I said giving him an aloof, contemptuous shrug. "You didn't have to wait on me, and you standing here throwing facts won't distort the truth- it wasn't my fault. So, if that's all you've got to say, I'm going to go now."
"No, wait, wait!" He said, placing a soft, callous-free hand on my arm. "Am I still coming by your house tomorrow for lessons?"
I felt a slight current of fear flow through my veins as I contemplated the question. I didn't know what to say to people, tell them why I had left. Although I despised my father, I didn't have it in me to destroy him…I just couldn't do it, and I didn't know why. Every time I thought of exposing his sick twisted ways, I was filled with guilt, some confounded feeling and the realization that I couldn't hurt him, no matter how much he hurt me.
"No, I'm staying at a friend's for the next few days- You might need to ask Abe for the details." I said, finally bringing my eyes to look at the gorgeous blonde-haired person before me, who was too close for my liking. I stepped back and ignored the cute look of disappointment on his face.
"Oh, okay…" He said, folding his arms. I could practically taste his discomfort as it bounced of his Armani shirt and jeans. He gazed at me as I glared back, seriously not in the mood for this.
"Well, now that you're finished, I'm going to leave." I said, raising both of my eyebrows as I clicked my tongue and backed away towards Mason's car.
"Wait, Rose!" Andre said, walking after me with an indistinct expression on his face. "I'm kind of under the impression that I won't see you for a while…and, uh, seeing as how that assumption is probably true, I wanted to be given the opportunity to change it."
"Change it how?" I asked, coming to a stop to glance at the perfect man before me.
Andre's mouth upturned in a cute smile, his perfect white teeth almost glowing. "Would you let me take you out sometime? You know, like…go out together?"
I thought for almost two seconds before I heard the loud honk of Mason's car and I quickly made up my mind. "Yeah, sure." I muttered numbly backing away from his stunning form. "I'll call you tomorrow or something, 'kay?"
He nodded his head, a huge delighted smile spreading through his gorgeous face. He watched me as I scrambled to Mason's car, my foot movements quick and harsh, nearly falling over my heels with every step.
oX.o.x.
Rose…
Finally, after a long and uncomfortable ride, Tasha and I exploded through our front door, neither of us muttering more than a syllable between us. A conglomeration of feelings and emotions were brewing savagely in my stomach and mind, filling me with doubts and disbelief. It occurred to me that no matter how crappy the night of 'celebration' had been for us, one fact remained; I was still free of Abe's controlling, predominating hands and I was still delighted at that fact. However, Tasha had nothing to be happy about. I could tell from the way she kicked her shoes off and stormed to sit on the couch that she was not in the best of moods. Her chest fell and rose heavily as she glanced at the dark abyss of black radiating from the switched off television, a look of pure and utter hatred sketched on her stunning face.
I sighed, releasing the thick atmosphere of vexation and discontent from my heavy lungs. I took one look at Tasha, seeing as she sprawled dejectedly across the red couch and witnessing her sad slouched figure, I was brought back to the bathroom of 'The Court' when I ripped Tasha from a terrified Lissa. Tasha's eyes were dark, though no sign of hatred was visible- all I could see was sadness and pain and I felt a great sense of loss. Looking at her body stretched and slumped across the leather couch, it was clear that something was really upsetting my friend, this answer was confirmed when her shoulders started shaking slightly.
I kicked off my shoes in the middle of the living room, and strolled into the kitchen to make my friend some hot chocolate, hoping with all my might that the drink could calm her shattered nerves and pain-filled body. Many questions filled my fragile mind, and with the amount of questions I harboured you'd think I would have one answer- but none came. I couldn't figure out why Tasha hated Lissa so much, and the facts were blurred and inaccessible to me. Once I made the hot chocolate, and was confident it was made to absolute perfection, I brought two steamy mugs filled with the amazing drink and handed one to my upset friend, who had her back arched and her face placed in her hands. She looked at me before she took the drink in her hands and awarded me with a thankful smile as she covered the ceramic cup with her long fingers and brought it to her lips where she blew the hot drink.
"Okay, spill." I said seriously, folding my legs under me before copying Tasha as I blew my own drink.
"Wouldn't that be incredibly stupid?" Tasha asked, raising her eyebrow to me as she continued to blow her hot chocolate. "If I spilled my drink, I would be scalded and be covered with unattractive burns."
"I didn't mean your drink." I chastised, giving her a stern look. "I meant you spill. Come on, tell me what's up?"
"Nothing's up." Tasha lied, and I watched carefully as she avoided my piercing gaze. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine -far from it actually." I stated, my voice soft as I watched the beautiful girl whose eyes were already beginning to tear up. "Come on, Tasha, you can trust me- please just get it off your chest."
"It's nothing! - I'm worried about Christian, that's all." Tasha said softly, her pale long fingers touching the white cup, her eyes cast down as she watched the deep mug filled with the comforting, thick liquid. She wouldn't look at me, keeping her eyes far away from my gaze.
"Christian's fine, Tasha," I said softly, placing a hand on her knee as a tear cascaded from her eyes, dripping from her chin and into her dark dress, "He'll be back eventually, you know how Christian is."
"But what if he doesn't come back?" Tasha whimpered, more tears leaving her gorgeous eyes as she sniffed repeatedly. "What if that bitch really hurt him this time? What happens then? What happens if he can't stand to come back? I…I can't be without my brother, Rose."
"I know, Tasha, but he will come back, believe me." I said; sitting closer and letting her rest her head on my shoulder. "Lissa can't hurt someone as strong as Christian."
"Except she can!" Tasha whimpered loudly beside me. "He loves her, Rose. She's hurt him so many times before, and every time he goes crawling back because he loves her, but I think this time was the boiling point- I honestly think he's going to leave for good this time."
"Well, he can't stay away for too long," I said logically, setting down my hot chocolate on a lamp table beside me, before running my hand through her short, soft hair. "He hasn't got another place to stay, Tasha. He has to come back."
"Not if he goes back to our parents." She said her voice still extremely overwrought and despondent, a slight slither of poison needled through her words, her shoulders tightening slightly. "If he goes back to them, I'll never see him again."
"Don't you think your being slightly melodramatic; I mean a bus to your parents house is only-"
"No, you don't get it, Rose." Tasha muttered, sitting up straight to wipe her eyes. She grabbed the ugly afghan she had used to cover me with the other night, and she wrapped it around her shoulders, setting her untouched drink on the coffee table. "It's not about the price of the bus journey, or how long the journey might take…" She stayed quiet for a long time, her eyes staring grievously at no where, her past obviously playing before her eyes. "You know, one of the things I really love about you Rose, is that you never asked about my past, even though I knew you wanted to know. Not once did you even hint towards it… "
I didn't open my mouth to speak, knowing that she wasn't finished.
"Christian and I used to live in a large house in Montana with our mom and dad." She muttered, looking down at her bare feet before bringing her eyes straight up to mine, I noticed how dejected and lost they looked, filling with buckets of tears getting ready to explode. "Life wasn't particularly perfect or even enjoyable, but it was manageable and I was satisfied with what I had.
No matter what, Christian and I were close. We didn't agree with half of our parent's views- I mean what sensible teenager would agree with a Pastor and the head woman of a 'Stand Up & Stop the Homosexual Movement' group? We loved mom and dad, but some of the shit they came off with was even too much for me to endure. Everything revolved around God, Jesus, Praying and everything that comes with the 'highly religious' package. So Christian and I would sometimes make fun of them or do things on purpose just based on the fact that we wanted to piss them off. Of course, no one actually knew how annoying we were, everybody was happy to believe that were the ever perfect children of the even more perfect Pastor and his gay-hater wife. In our small town, we were admired and adored for our unbelievable 'Christian Qualities'."
Tasha paused and took a deep breathe and rubbed her arm in discomfort, but she continued her story and I sat in silence, entranced.
"So you can imagine how my parents reacted when I told them that I was gay. My mother wouldn't talk to me and refused to look at me, my father sat me in my room for days and preached the word of God, over and over again, and once I told him that God couldn't change my sexual preference, he called me the 'Devils spawn'-cliché, right? They refused to speak to me, feed me or even look at me- they ignored me for weeks, but they didn't want to kick me out in my ass, afraid that I'd shatter their flawless reputation."
I saw the onslaught of tears break through her eyes. I knew how she felt- like an outcast, unwanted and unloved- only Tasha had it ten times worse, because she loved her parents whereas I couldn't stand mine. She was broken and beat down by the people she thought she could depend on.
"They wanted nothing to do with me, and my father actually threatened to kick me out before my mother told him: 'what would the neighbours think?'" Tasha's voice had risen in pitch and she put on a snooty accent as she imitated her mother. "So one day, I was sick of all the shit, so I grabbed my bag and I filled it up with clothes and anything that would come to any use to me- but I had no money, and I wasn't about to go and ask for it. Just as I was about to throw my bag back into my closet, Christian walked into my room and he stood next to me, and he told me he would stick by me no matter what-he defended me the whole way.
So one day, Christian talked to my parents and they discussed the possibility of sending money to Christian every month to go to a 'prestigious school' and be able to pay for his own apartment where he could keep me away from the respectable neighbours and hopefully convert me from my demonic ways- lying to them was the only possible way to actually get money. To this day, my parents believe that Christian is keeping me away from respectable characters in society whilst trying to change my mind about being gay."
All was silent, except for the constant ticking of the clock above the television; finally, I found my voice. "I thought my parents where bad," I admitted, running a hand through my hair as I contemplated all that Tasha had went through, "I mean I was verbally abused because of something incredibly wrong I did, but you were punished for something totally out of your control? That hardly seems fair."
"So now you see why I need Christian so much," Tasha whimpered, "He's been through so much with me, and I honestly don't give two shits about St. Vladimir's or this god damned apartment- I need Christian because he's all I have left! And now, because of that stupid, slutty Dragomir bitch, he's out there somewhere, hurt, alone and about to walk into the controlling claws of my parents!"
"Tasha, I honestly don't think Christian loves her quite that much, if he's willing to give you up and go back to those horrible parents." I admitted, lifting my hot chocolate to take a drink. The liquid wasn't as warm as it had been, though it hadn't turned freezing yet, so I consumed the drink with enthusiasm. "He's probably out for a drink somewhere."
"You think I don't know when my twin is completely engrossed in someone?" Tasha asked seriously, her voice monotonic and drone. "He loved her with every fibre of his being, if not more! She held all of his attention and he just…he just loved her too much."
"He'll be okay." I tried to persuade her, but she wasn't having it.
"You know, he's always been at my side no matter what, and at first when he told me about his relationship with the skank, I was cynical and skeptical." Tasha admitted, lifting her hot chocolate to drink it. "Then I realized he was serious, and I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was kind of…jealous. I know it sounds weird, but Christian has always been at my side and helping me carry on, and although I'm ecstatic that he's happy, I was just afraid that I'd lose him. I knew that Lissa would hurt him- she was still dating Aaron whilst she was fucking around with my brother, that just shows you, doesn't it? I knew he'd be broken-hearted by the end of this."
I looked out the window behind me to see that the sky was dark and scary, fitting Tasha's mood and behaviour perfectly. I looked at the girl in front of me and I studied her worried face watching how frown lines gathered on her forehead, and her mouth twisted into a sardonic smirk, obviously imagining Lissa getting run over, or many different horrible scenarios. Her eyes snapped to mine as I assessed her.
"She could have loved him too, you know." I said, refusing to be biased towards Lissa just because Tasha hated her. I didn't like Lissa, but I didn't feel comfortable backstabbing her, acting like Avery and her bunch of sluts.
"She didn't love him." Tasha firmly said an angry glare in her eyes. "If she loved him, she wouldn't be ashamed of dating him, and she wouldn't have hid it! She also wouldn't have kept Aaron on a string either….You know, a few weeks back, Christian told me everything he was feeling- how manipulated and used he felt, how betrayed he felt, how he couldn't bare to look at her without feeling pain and that he couldn't handle it anymore. His exact words were 'The emotional pain she brings me is more painful than any physical harm that a man could inflict upon me' but you know what? He stayed, and she obviously did something to him tonight that made him explode."
"So you hate Lissa, because she hurt Christian?" I asked softly, feeling as though something wasn't adding up.
"Well, there's that among other things," Tasha admitted tightening the afghan around her skinny shoulders, her burned out eyes dropping as she fought the heavy onslaught of sleep. "I'm just looking out for my brother, Rose; I don't want to see him hurt."
"I know you don't Tasha," I muttered sympathetically, reaching my small hand out to cup her shaking knee. "But at the end of the day, even if he has left- which I highly doubt, he can't avoid the pain, and that's something you can't protect him from. Whether he is with you or your parents won't make a difference- he has to do this by himself."
The girl before me lifted her shaking hand and rubbed her red, bloodshot eyes and sniffed loudly before looking at me in appreciation, a small smile working its way to her perfect pink lips. "I'm so glad Abe kicked you out on your ass right now," She joked, crawling over to tighten her toned arm around my neck, blocking out any chance of oxygen entering my lungs. She literally sat on my lap as she rested her head upon mine. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here, Rose- I really don't."
We fell into silence, listening to the soft noises surrounding us. Outside, the loud roars of the cars were muffled by the brick walls of our apartment and the water faucet repeatedly let little drops of liquid fall from its wide nozzle, the collision of the plummeting drops and the sink, creating a wet, loud noise. The distant noise of our neighbour's footsteps as they paraded through the graffiti hallways seeped into the silent apartment.
Neither of us spoke a word as we contemplated everything that had lamentably developed in our lives; the inevitable pain life brought, the unfairness we were forced to endure, the aching truth of existence and the possibility of something better.
oX.o.x.
Lissa…
Alone, the blonde girl sat on her four poster kind size bed, looking down at the tear drops that cascaded down the familiar picture. The picture showed the most peculiar of couples; a princess and an outcast, light and dark, selfish and selfless, a liar and the one who refused to be lied to. She continued to cry over the picture of them together, Lissa hung her arms over Christian's shoulders as she perched herself on his lap, the picture was wonky as they were both laughing whilst taking it. Huge smiles were stitched on each face as they pressed their cheeks together, lips so close that they ended up dropping the camera to kiss.
Lissa had always been intrigued with the Ozera twins, but Christian was the one she always gazed at. His dark, brooding looks, those amazing crystal blue eyes and that somewhat imperfect grin when he caught sight of her, captivated her so deeply and strongly that it was overwhelming. Her lips twitched slightly as she remembered that day, it was rare whenever Lissa and Christian could be together alone, without the piercing, harsh glares of her friends and anyone she knew- anytime they could spend together was perfect. She placed the picture back under her pink, silk pillows and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
The bruises covering her pale face were prominent and disturbing. They travelled from her eyebrow to the crook of her high cheekbones and they were made of the most uneven shades of green and purple, making her face seem somewhat swollen. Her eyes were roaring red and her body ached. The worse thing about bearing the bruises was that it reminded her of how deserved everything she had handed her. She was selfish, egocentric and most of all, the worst girlfriend anyone could ever ask for. Although Lissa and Christian couldn't be any more different, they also couldn't have been any more perfect for each other- something that she ignored.
She knew that she loved Christian. The connection that they had shared through the past month was stronger than unbendable mental, thicker than a tonne truck and more endurable than the wisest, oldest man- but it had cracked. Lissa had destroyed the only thing she had ever wanted, crushed it because she was afraid of what people would think. She knew that she shouldn't have been ashamed, that she should have embraced what Christian so willingly gave her. They loved each other, and still, that didn't seem to be enough for Lissa to sacrifice her friends respect and popularity. She chose a false life of pain and agony over an authentic life of love and cherishment, and for that, she hated herself.
Her mind played over the night, almost as if there was a replay button jammed into her guilt filled mind. She remembered how Christian tried to hold her hand, how he smiled at her and tried to kiss her, and she remembered how she snapped her hand away and laughed at him, allowing everyone to laugh at his embarrassed form. Even before the confrontation in the club, Christian had warned Lissa that he was sick and tired of pretending, how he was finished with lying to the ones he loved for the sake of Lissa's reputation- He wanted a real, faithful, legitimate relationship, a relationship that everyone could see. Christian didn't care about peoples opinions, Lissa's love was enough- so when she rejected him, that was the last string for Christian and he exploded, yelling at her all over the club causing him to leave broken hearted and devastated.
She strolled to the window and placed her hand on the white frame, glancing out into the large garden and life beyond the Dragomir home. Where was Christian now? She thought, Is he in trouble, or alone? The very thought sent shock waves of pain and regret through her twisted stomach, causing a chain reaction of gasps to leave her mouth. She needed to find him and soon. She needed to take back everything she had said to hurt him and once and for all, love him with everything she had, something he deserved all along.
Opening the window, she climbed onto the roof not risking a confrontation with her brother, who was obviously pissed at what happened. Lissa kicked off her heels and threw them on the grass below as she hunched up her dress to climb down the ragged tree in her bare feet. After she reached the soft ground, she tied up her hair with a braid around her wrist and put on her shoes again, before running towards the gate to escape.
She looked up at the dark, star clad sky as she continued to run feeling a drip of rain hit her nose. The tribulation that pumped inside of her veins didn't matter anymore, she needed her boyfriend and she needed the love of her life. She continued to run down the rain-dropped streets, one sentence leaving her mouth as she zoomed down the street, searching and looking.
"I'm coming, Christian."
oX.o.x.
Dimitri…
Dimitri's boots hit the gravel as he held onto the girl's legs and waist, keeping his lips stitched to hers as he devoured her mouth with animalistic passion. She moaned continually in his mouth as he used various amount of pressure against her lips, taking her lip in his mouth. It had literally taken two seconds for them to climb off the bike, and become immediately attached in each others embrace, and for that Dimitri was glad. Although he admitted that he didn't use his dick as much as everyone thought, that didn't change the fact that he liked sex a lot, and the girl he had in his arms was hot as hell.
His lips continued to salvage hers as she wiggled in his embrace, his hands exploring places that went beyond a PG rating. His breathe increased in pace and became hard and harsh as she squirmed in his hold, pressing her against the wooden beam connected to the stairs and he couldn't help it- he bent down until he was leaning on his knees, feeling stones dig into him as his hands clamped onto her sexy, tanned thigh. He lowered his head down until his lips touched the inside of her thigh, no fabric in his way as the girl had scooted the dress to ride around her waist. Dimitri looked up and gave her his cheeky, sarcastic smirk before he continued to press his lips closer and closer to where the leg led to and finally, his fingers found the ridge of her white underwear, dipping his fingers in to pull them down. The girl was breathing heavily and was clenching onto the wooden beam with such force, that Dimitri almost jumped when the girl moved out his reach and started to pull her underwear up.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Dimitri complained standing up, and readjusting his trousers that were now a little too tight for him. "You're seriously stopping this now? Fuck, you are such a fucking tease!"
"No!" The girl said, pulling down her dress her face panicked. "It's not that I don't want to-There's just a guy standing at your front door." She sounded slightly embarrassed and ashamed, and what she said had shocked Dimitri, so much in fact, that he scrambled to his knees to yell at his father, before realizing that his father was in a wheelchair and couldn't actually stand. What he saw, however, was much more shocking.
Christian was standing against his front door, his head bowed and his shoulders shaking so hard that it looked painful. Dimitri took one look at the girl in front of him, her blonde hair a mess and her cheeks a bright red. He snapped his gaze away and kept her standing as she strolled to his friend who looked wasted and distressed. Christian's head lifted as he saw Dimitri sauntering up the steps, and he stayed limp against the door-frame as he pressed a bottle of vodka against his wet lips.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Dimitri muttered, astonished at the smell radiating from his friend and nihilism bounced through his body as he watched Christian wobble over to him, almost falling over himself in the process. He had to grab his friend before he fell and smashed his head against the ground. "You're wasted!" Dimitri chuckled, throwing Christian's arm over his broad shoulder. Dimitri had to bend however, as Christian was lifted off the ground when he stood up to his full 6ft 6.
Dimitri's friend reeked as if he had consumed a large amount of alcohol and he didn't look the best either. Together, the two boys walked towards the steps and sat down, the taller of the two turning around to look at the small, blonde girl, who stood patiently waiting against his motorcycle. He gave her a confident, crooked smile which caused her to smile back, showing a perfect pair of teeth.
"Want to tell me why you're standing outside my house at two in the morning crying your balls off?" Dimitri asked, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, tightening his grasp for a few seconds before releasing.
"I needed to talk to you," Christian began, his words surprisingly strong and steady considering how trashed he was. His blue eyes fell upon the blonde girl who watched the exchange, his eyebrows arching slightly as he scowled. "But I can see that your attention is elsewhere, so I'll leave you to it."
Before Christian even had a chance of standing, Dimitri's hand shot out and kept him stuck to the dusty wooden floor. He stood and looked at the girl regretting what he had to do. "Hey, come here, will you?" Dimitri said, leaning against the wooden beam, his hands in his pockets. She walked sensually over to where Dimitri stood, her eyes sparkling.
"Change of plans," He said vividly, keeping his intense eyes on her small form. "You're going to go home, Lauren."
"My name's Grace."
"Yeah, whatever," He said with a shrug, turning around to look at his upset friend. "Go home."
"Okay…" She dragged out the 'O' and looked a little pissed. "I'll wait on your bike."
"I'm not taking you home."
"I don't have a ride." She protested, her eyes glowing in growing rage, her arms becoming straight and her fists clench.
"Walk," He commanded with a tough love attitude. "Just get out of here."
"Oh my God, you are such an asshole."
"I never said otherwise, sweetness." He said, not even bothering to look at her anymore. "If you don't get out here within ten seconds, you'll regret coming with me tonight."
"I already do, you asstard!" And with that, she stormed off, her heels getting stuck in the mud and traitor tears cascading down her face. Dimitri watched her leave before turning to his friend who was watching him angrily.
"You didn't have to be such a dick about it." Christian snapped, his guilty eyes watching the place where Grace had left.
"Yes, I did." Dimitri said logically, "She wouldn't have left otherwise, and I'm kind of occupied talking to your drunken ass."
"Asshole."
"And proud."
"Okay, seriously, I've had enough bullshit tonight," Christian muttered breathing heavily as he pressed his fingers in his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his noise with his thumb and forefinger. "Can I please just talk to you so I can get this shit of my chest?"
"Go on ahead," Dimitri said with a shrug, knowing what he was going to say before he opened his mouth. "Just know that I won't be braiding your hair nor having any pillow fights after this."
"Oh, how will I go on?" Christian sarcastically spat rolling his eyes. He looked at the fat drops of rain covering the grass and motorcycle, saving Dimitri for last. "Think we could go inside, it looks like it's going to be pissing from the heavens."
Dimitri nodded as he stood up; keeping close to Christian in case he flew over the wooden banister and into a pile of mud. Dimitri's hand clenched around the wooden door knob and his observing eye glanced at the dust caked window, and he witnessed his father sat before the television like any other night. As the old, chipped door creaked open to reveal his house and the buzzing sound of the blurry TV, he turned around to grab his friend who wobbled on the spot, his face void but his eyes somehow seeming emotional, swarming in hidden feelings that just needed to explode.
Dimitri sighed and entered the house, closing the creaking, groaning door lightly hoping that his father hadn't detected his presence. He released an abated sigh and held tightly onto Christians shoulder, avoiding his friend's careless footsteps as they tripped towards Dimitri's large bedroom. He looked back once to see the dull, blurry colours of blue and white blaze against the cheaply painted wall and smirked when he released that his father hadn't even acknowledged him. He entered his dark room, and allowed Christian to sprawl dejectedly across his black cotton bed.
He sauntered over to a moderate wooden chair that sat in the corner of the room, and he lit up another cigarette as he watched Christian stare ponderously at the ceiling, gazing into nothing. Dimitri took the long cigarette in his fingers and pressed it in between his lips, inhaling deeply as he drew in the comforting onslaught of nicotine. He exhaled; the smoke escaping from his barely open mouth and nostrils and flicked some of the glowing ash into a glass ashtray that sat on a standard bedside table next to him. The smog rising from the cigarette become invisible as it was swallowed by the engulfing oxygen. Dimitri's sharp, careful eyes observed the red glowing ash of his cancer stick, how the fog of thick smoke became lost and how his best friend looked empty- gone.
"You ever going to tell me what happened?" Dimitri asked, exhaling the smoke whilst tilting his head slightly backwards, enjoying the relaxing blanket of nicotine fill his body.
Christian sat up and arched his back as he leaned his forearms against his knees, his head bent in despondency as thoughts ran wildly through his shattered mind. After a few moments of empty, null silence his neck contracted as his head lifted and his piercing eyes stared straight at Dimitri, a melancholy expression on his broken face. "You already know what happened, well, you told me it was going to happen and I…I ignored you like some stupid, lovesick teenager."
"I know you are thriving through a self-explanatory, poignant epiphany," Dimitri began flicking another clump of ash into the glass dish, whilst keeping a sharp eye on his friend, "But in all fairness, you are a love sick teenager."
"That doesn't change the fact that I should have listened to you." Christian growled angrily, his hands clenching until they were bunched into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms. "You're always right about these things, Dimitri - How girls just fuck us up, how falling in love fucks us up, how life fucks us up!"
"And yet you wonder why I stay out of relationships?" He asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow as his cigarette hung loosely in his grip between his thumb and finger. "Love sucks dude. It's stupid, pointless and extremely overrated."
"Except when it isn't stupid, pointless and overrated," Christian began sadly. "It doesn't suck then."
Dimitri was silent for a long time before he took one last draw and then stomped out his cigarette against the glass ashtray, crushing it into the rock crystal, watching the flame slowly die. He finally lifted his gaze and looked at his friend who looked cordially at him, a strange gleam in his eye. "Yeah? Well, I'll believe that, when I see it." Dimitri muttered, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned into the wooden chair, letting his long legs stretch. "Until then, I'll continue to believe in my sadistic out-look in life and I'll do it contently."
"Doesn't it ever bother you that you might never fall in love?" Christian asked curiously, sitting up straighter as he questioned Dimitri. Everything was silent for a while until Christian spoke again. "That you'll be alone forever?"
"I'll have endless amounts of company. What makes you suspect that I'll be alone?" Dimitri sarcastically asked, closing his eyes as he contemplated nothing, his mind the similar black abyss as he rested.
"So you're complacent with the fact that you'll spend your life with strange people and that you'll never settle down?" Christian asked, and Dimitri was surprised that he was even able to utter a single word based on the alcoholic smell bouncing off his friend.
"More than complacent, I'm ecstatic." Dimitri droned, lifting his head in boredom. "Lighten up Christian. You're seventeen. Stop thinking about settling down and fertilizing the Dragomir Bitch- live a little."
"And 'live a little' in your definition includes drinking, smoking and fucking, correct?" The black haired boy asked, his eyes weary as he glanced that the tall man sitting in the simple light wooden chair.
Dimitri didn't reply, instead he exhaled a huge breathe and dug deep into his pocket until he found another cigarette and he pressed it to his mouth, inhaling the toxic gas and letting it fill his body- a deep sense of relaxation spreading through him. Christian glanced knowingly at him, his eyes skeptical and cynical. Dimitri ignored his friend and continued to smoke his cigarette in silence as he looked out the window at the large, full moon and the constant trickle of rain splatter against the thin glass. His room was on the bottom floor, next to his father's and he could see the forest surrounding his house as if he was standing before it. He decided to analyse the scenery instead of talking to his friend.
"Your silence is deafening, Dimitri." Christian slowly and quietly said a hint of empathy in his eyes.
Dimitri exhaled again, and tightened his grip on the small cigarette stick, almost snapping it in half.
"My retort wasn't required," Dimitri began; his voice thick as he spoke to his friend. "The answer to your stolid question is as obvious as it is irrelevant. You know the answer, so why be persistent on hearing my answer?"
"Because I'm curious." Christian shrugged apathetically, his eyes portraying something different from what his shrug had. "Don't you feel shameful for the things you do?"
Dimitri chuckled darkly and almost choked on the toxic poisonous gas of the cigarette as it entered his lungs. "I think you've mistaken me as somebody with remorse."
"You know, I don't entirely believe that," Christian began, "That you have no remorse, I mean."
"If that was the case, do you think that I would be living the erotic life I lead now?" He retorted, exhaling a smog of smoke. "That I would be the way I am?"
Christian was silent for a long time, and no one uttered a word as thoughts tumbled through his shattered, drunken mind. Dimitri watched his friend, but nothing passed through his head and he continued to watch the patter of rain trickle down his window, noticing the dust caked to the corners of the narrow glass, creating big clumps of black dirt. Dimitri realized that he had to tidy the place up, but there was no motivation. What was the point? No one was ever in his room anyway, not even the girls he brought home. He either 'played' with them in the living room if his father wasn't there or outside if his father was, letting someone sleep next to him on his bed seemed to surpass a much more personal level- a level that Dimitri didn't find necessary to pass.
"No, I guess you wouldn't," Christian said with another shrug. His words implied that he believed in Dimitri's words though his demeanour said otherwise.
"Okay, as much as I love the attention, can we please get back on the subject?" He asked curtly, pressing the cigarette to his mouth. "What are you going to do about Lissa?"
Christian stared blankly at the plain wall, an expressionless look upon his vacant face. Dimitri watched as his hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt, how they would run through his hand nervously, and at that minute he had never been so thankful that he had never fallen in love. Lissa had publically humiliated him and that was enough for Christian to realize the truth- Love wasn't worth the pain it brought. Christian cleared his throat and shuffled in his place on the bed as he contemplated his situation and even Dimitri wasn't a big enough dick not to sympathize him.
"Well, what else can I do?" He asked sadly, "I can't just go to school and watch her day after day. That would kill me."
"So, you're going to move school, or what?" Dimitri asked, thinking Christians ideas where slightly melodramatic.
"No, I'm thinking I'd go back to my parents for a while, you know, so that I can clear my head." He said slowly, looking anywhere but Dimitri who watched him skeptically.
"You're going to your parents' house… to clear your head?" Dimitri asked in disbelief, putting out his cigarette and leant forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his back arched. "Going to your parents' house won't clear your mind-it will have an opposite effect. Didn't you learn anything from the years you spent with them? They'll just manipulate your vulnerable state as an excuse for you to stay."
"I think I can take my chances," Christian began sadly. "Plus, I won't be gone for long."
"The time period is irrelevant, especially to Tasha," Dimitri growled angrily, feeling his friend was giving up too easy. "You go, and everything you've built with Tasha will be destroyed."
"So I have to choose between my happiness and Tasha?"
"Why are you sorting those into two different categories? You can still have Tasha and be happy." Dimitri stated confidently, folding his arms as he leaned back, keeping his eyes sharp on Christian, who gazed out the window so he wouldn't have to meet Dimitri's piercing glare. "It's a decision between whether you want Lissa to dominate and dictate your life, or whether you're going to grab life by the balls and finally take control. You shouldn't have to give up everything you have because of that slut."
"I don't know…"
"Okay, okay," Dimitri said as he excogitated the situation that Christian was thrown into. "What about your life here in LA? What about Natalie and Rose?" Dimitri was immediately brought images of the beautiful, short girl in her blood red dress with her exquisite locks and her ravishing, flamboyant grin, a grin that should have belonged to a seductive demoness. He swallowed deeply and continued to watch his friend.
After a long moment of silence, the only noise filling the room was the constant rain and the blurring of the television, Christian finally spoke. "I don't think I can stay Dimitri, I don't think I can see her everyday and ignore my feelings for her."
"Who says you have to attend school?" Dimitri asked cheekily. "I'm rarely there. We can go and lounge in the cabin with a bottle of Jacks and just chill. The Anti-Lissa group, we could call it. That way, if a professor asks why we hadn't shown up for class, we could merely say that we were out of school for extra curricular activities."
Christian smiled slightly and folded his arms, and Dimitri could tell he had cheered him up considerably. He stood up and stood beside the window, and Dimitri thought he was about to do something absurd like hug him before he was thankfully interrupted by the loud bellow of his father's sordid, dilapidated roar.
"DIMKA!" The old man barked; his raunchy voice crackled. "IS THAT YOU DIMKA?"
"Oh, for fucks sake…" Dimitri muttered, rising to his full 6ft 6 as he stood from his cheap wooden chair. He kicked it aside and marched towards the broken door of his bedroom, dreading the confrontation that his father would surely begin.
He looked at the familiar hallway, and was distinctly aware that his drunken friend followed him as he filed onwards, coming closer to his fathers beckoning call. After gazing at the dusky floorboard and cracked walls, Dimitri entered the living room. He browsed the large enough room, and took in the surroundings that he had become adjusted to. The windows of the old house were chipped in the corners, and the floor was covered in stains and cracks caused by the abuse that the old house had endure throughout the years and the walls that had been painted by Dimitri himself, were beginning to become dirty and covered in stains due to his father's tantrums. Explosions of alcohol mostly Lager splashed against the cream paint, causing grimy, untidy stains. It disgusted Dimitri, but there wasn't much he could do with a father Like Anton Belikov.
The old man sat in his new wheelchair, a tin of Lager clamped in his large, meaty hand. Dimitri took in the large jagged scar, a scar very much like his own, that went from his father's temple to the end of his jaw and another neat slice going from his eye brow, right through his eye to the corner of his mouth. Anton's hair was longer than Dimitri's, the grey frizzed strands fell pass the man's broad shoulders, and it was tatted and messy. Whiskers of black/grey hair scattered across the mans scarred, scratched face. His old brown eyes, dark and wide like Dimitri's, were surrounded by light wrinkles and they were obscure and maniacal, his face, once handsome, was blotched with grotesque blemishes and sores.
Dimitri took in his fathers tough, strong build as the old man wheeled himself towards his son, his cracked lips tight in ambiguity. His abstruse gaze flickered to Christian who swayed behind Dimitri's tall form. He smirked and turned his back to the two boys.
"It's good to see that you're in the company of a man this time round, boy." Anton said, his eyes glowing as he joked with his son. "Messing around with all those tarts can't be good for your health."
"I dunno, feels pretty good to me, pa." Dimitri joked, placing his hands in his pockets after giving a nonchalant shrug.
Anton chuckled at his son, but his eyes were perplex and opaque. They fell on Christian again and he smirked, his cracked lips rising as he assessed him, his eyes became calculating and cunning. "You're that Ozera boy." He said curtly, wheeling his wheelchair towards the dark haired boy. He lifted the lager in his hand and glared at him with crafty eyes. "Can I get you anything?"
"Ah, no thank you…sir." Christian choked, sounding very apprehensive.
Anton chuckled, his raspy voice giving his laugh a chain saw like sound, creating a chain reaction of coughs to explode from his throat. "No need to call me sir boy." He chuckled again, "Only a gentleman deserves that title, and it's been a long since I've been one of those."
Dimitri snorted and walked across the room to lean against the wall, watching his father carefully. "Yeah, he could have figured that one for himself."
Anton glared at his son, and let out an improper chortle. His eyes fell upon Christian again and he folded his thick arms as he cleared his scummy throat. "Mazur's kid moved in with you."
"Dad." Dimitri growled; his tone low and thick as if he was giving his father a disconcerted warning. "Don't."
"What? I'm curious- the girl's pretty." Christian and Dimitri could see that Anton was lying. His eyes stayed firm on Christian however, and he squirmed under Anton's gaze. "So, do you know why she left? Family troubles…perhaps?"
"Subtle, Dad." Dimitri snapped, stepping forward to grab Christian. "Stop bothering my friend and get back to your life's purpose- drinking yourself to death."
"You treat me with respect boy!" Anton growled, throwing the empty can of Lager at his son, missing his head by millimetres. "I may have loss use of my legs, but I can still kick your bony ass."
"This probably isn't worth mentioning- it's not really worth another frown line on that already crowded forehead of yours," Dimitri began rudely, "But wouldn't you need functioning legs to kick my ass? Last time I checked you couldn't even wriggle you toes, never mind kick my sweet posterior ."
Anton chuckled, but not as if he was amused, more like he laughed because if he didn't he would have destroyed and killed his son. He took a dry, cracked lip in mouth and bit hard, trying desperately hard to get his rude opinions to himself. His eyes snapped away from the tall boy, and he set then upon his nervous, dark friend. "I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Ozera." He said roughly. "I'm just curious, is all."
"If you don't mind me asking," Christian said slowly, snapping his eyes to Dimitri every few seconds. "Why are you curious, Sir?"
"Told you not to call me that, boy." He replied angrily. "The name's Anton. And…Mazur and I just go way back…I'd like to meet his daughter."
"Your Abe's friend?" Christian asked sceptically, and his already dubious feelings toward Anton increased and he suddenly felt alarmed in being in the presence of the old man. There was no way that a man who was normal could have so many scars and act the way he did. Christian kept telling himself that maybe Anton got his scars and paralysed legs in the so called 'accident' that he had been. It was blatantly clear that Anton was an alcoholic, and maybe that was due his divorce and other hardships in life, but Christian doubted it. Christian labelled him as an abusive, secretly twisted and grotesque man with one sole purpose to find out information, and his goal was pointed towards Rose. "Yeah, I'm sorry but you won't be meeting Rose."
Anton looked momentarily looked shocked, but he raised his eyebrow and his mouth twisted into an aberrant, sordid sneer. "You sure about that, son?"
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