Chapter 8
I was taken a bit by shock, of course. I mean, who wouldn't be? But I still found myself kissing back. This was pretty much a buildup of all the romantic tension that has been between us the past few months. She pulls away, and looks at me, awaiting my reaction. I smile, while she blushes, and kiss the top of her head. "Merry Christmas, Yacker." I say, causing her to grin. I take her hand in mine, as we head down the stairs.
Trudy beams at us as we arrive, and shoots me a knowingly gaze. Everything felt perfect, in that moment. But of course I knew that this moment wouldn't last forever. As far as I'm aware, it won't last even close to long. But I figured that I'd better savor this moment while it lasted. "You okay? "Asks Patricia.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking." She nods. "Patricia-" I cut myself off this time, and she stares at me curiously. If I told her now, what would happen? She would be left in shock, and I would be arrested? Or she would call me some idiot trying to pull a fast one. "What are we doing for New Years?"
New Years comes faster than expected, and the rest of the housemates arrive the day before. Patricia explained to me that there's some big party up at the school. Apparently it's semi-formal, which I guess I'll have to deal with.
Both of us (Patricia and I) have agreed to take things slow, even though we've been caught guiltily spending all day together. I wasn't quite sure if Fabian knew or not, but he was still frightening me. I mean, I now understood why he was so protective. But that just made my position more difficult.
The night of the party, all of us in Anubis find ourselves getting ready for the party, especially the girls. I decide on a simple blue shirt, black tie, and my leather jacket.
I wait for Patricia at the bottom of the stairs, and she is the last to walk down among the girls. I stare in awe, as she comes into my view. Her hair isn't as curly, but more wavy, and is pinned half-up. She wore a deep purple dress, and a leather jacket, much like my own. "Hey." She says as she links her arm through mine, and Trudy comes in to take a picture.
We arrive, and music is playing loudly through the speakers. I turn to Patricia, who looks seemingly bored, and tap her shoulder. "Want to dance?" I ask.
"I don't dance." She huffs. I eye her curiously, and I took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. (Ignoring her cries against it.)
"I guess that means I'll just have to change your mind then." I grin, as we begin to dance along. I twirl her under my arm, ignoring Fabian's glares and Jerome and Alfie's smirks.
Later, as the music fades, we all turn to a huge projection screen and see that the countdown to 2014 is on there. Everyone is still, and begins counting.
10
My mom, how has she been? I now realize at how horrible of a son I've been to her.
9
Speaking of family, my dad? I haven't actually talked to him ever since I found out, even in class.
8
I thought about how one of each Fabian and Patricia's parents were dead, and how much they had probably been through.
7
Then there was The Society. How Richard forced me to become a member, and how I was assigned ridiculously dangerous tasks all the time.
6
The Rutter Society? I had a feeling that this whole thing will end up going down in war.
5
I now know that there is not a single way I can kill Patricia. I've fallen for her, hard.Plus, I don't think I could have done it even if we weren't as close as we are now.
4
This meant that I was going to have to stand up to Richard. And what did that mean? That meant everyone I cared about would end up dying.
3
It also meant that he would be the one killing Patricia off, not me. He would probably think that I'm just using her to get closer. But I wasn't, right?
2
I thought about everything; all the crap that I had been through in my life. With Richard, The Society, my parents.
1
And now I had officially brought myself to the conclusion that 2014, was the year that everything would change; because I would make it.
0.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Was shouted across the room, once the clock struck midnight, and Patricia pulled me in for a kiss. I accepted gratefully, and when we pulled away, watched the evening of celebration.
When Patricia and I walk home, a few yards behind the rest of the house, we laugh at memories of the night, and sneak in few kisses along the way. And when it's time for bed, she kisses my cheek gratefully, mutters an 'I had fun,' and is off to her room.
I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed at the start of a new year, and remember the promises I made myself last night. That I was going to clean up the mess that is my life, and try to escape into my new one.
Technically, we are still on break, so we are allowed to do whatever. I am conflicted of which part of my mess to start with, and begin with the easiest- my dad.
Somehow, Patricia manages to convince me to talk to him. I mean, of course I was going to; after some basic thoughts of what to say and such. But before I know it, I'm walking along the snowy trail to the main building, awaiting mess number one.
I knock subtly at his door, and remember everything that happened last time I was in this position. It all starts coming back to me; the anger, hurt, fear, just as the face that is my father opens the door.
"My, Edison? This is a surprise, isn't it?"
"Yeah, a surprise to myself too." I scoff, He frowns.
"What can I help you with?" He asks, causing me to huff angrily. But just as I am about to explode, I remind myself to stay calm.
"I wanted to talk to you about the whole… y'know dad situation."
"Yes, I figured as much, but I needed you to come out and say it first." He explains. "Now to know exactly what you are asking me." I nod, and receive his full attention.
"Let's start off with an easy question." I suggest. He nods curtly. "Did you know that I was coming here?" Of course I was curious, no one really knew if Richard had 'figured it out.'
"Well, not really." He frowns. "Your mother had emailed me a few months back, telling me that there had been talk amongst you two about myself. But then I got the application and it was confirmed."
"Okay… so why didn't you tell me? As soon as I got here, I mean." He looks like he has to think about it, but then answers with:
"I wasn't sure if you were ready. You had just moved to a new country, by choice, may I add, and that seemed overwhelming enough and wasn't sure if you could handle anything else." I look down. "But I was wrong. You were very much capable of taking care of yourself." I look up, and smile at him. He returns it.
"Alright, why did you leave?" My heart pounds as the words leave my mouth, and he doesn't even have to think about it, like he's been practicing what to say for years.
"Your mother and I, we just didn't match. Soon enough we began arguing and I could tell that it was hurting her when we did, so I left."
"And you thought that leaving was the right answer? That it would be better than talking with her? Plus, you also seem to think that if you left it wouldn't hurt her. Well guess what, you were wrong!" I say furiously.
"I know, and I am ashamed for that matter, really. But I felt that we should both move on with our lives." He explains. I just sat there, dumbfounded. I didn't have a clue what to think let alone say! After a moment of thinking, I finally muster up the courage to respond.
"Well you left me, too. With a depressed mother and now some over the top stepfather." I whisper, and his face softens.
"You don't like him?"
"Psh, not at all." I smirk. He chuckles.
"Well as I may be new at this father thing, I promise to try my best and not act like him." I laugh, and he grins. "And can we agree that whenever something is troubling you, that you can come to me?" I nod, beaming.
"Thanks, Dad." He nods, and pulls me in for a brief hug.
"So what's this I hear about you having a lady friend?"
A/N: Hi guy I have a new update schedule! From now on, I will be updating this story on Sundays and Thursdays! I finally finished writing it the other day, and now I'm prepared to update bi-weekly!
So, review? I love y'all.
