C o t r a v e n i n g S i l e n c e
Chapter 11:when everything's right
M.
Time was frozen. The ticking of that annoying clock in her house, stopped. The silence was overbearingly loud. It was as if it were screaming at her—shouting clear protests. The nostalgic feeling that washed over her was very powering.
She wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend that she never moved from her old home—that she never had to tell the honest to god truth to the last person that she wanted to share it with.
It was as if she couldn't stand any longer; her knees giving in and her weight sending her down under. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to stand back up, or if she even could. The waves of despair, the sense of loss, the lackluster world she played in.
Massie Block was falling.
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"You can trust me," he murmured. She glanced up from the waves that were crashing to stare into those peculiar brown eyes—so plain but so pretty. The honesty and patience was so clear to her, that she just knew, it was time to pay up.
Time to live up to the fullest and pay the consequences.
So, she took a deep breath and told the honest to god truth to one person that never judged her from the beginning. The very start.
"When I was 10 years old, my father and mother god a divorce," she could remember the screaming and shouting that her parents had conjured. She could recall the feeling of hiding in her closet up in her room, the darkness wrapping that secure blanket around her, as she heard things getting thrown all over. "At the time, I had no idea why my mother wanted a divorce." Massie could see, even now, that look of fear that would wash on her face whenever Massie's father returned home from work.
"At first," she said quietly. "I thought that it was because my mother was cheating on my father." Massie could even see the guilty look that her mother once wore on her face, even now. "But that was then. I slipped downstairs and hid behind another closet door and saw my father gaining on my mother. He hit her." Massie shuddered. "And I ran from where I was to protect my mother." The look that the brunette's father wore was scarring, the furry and outrage that she still could picture to this very day. "My mother was furious that I would even come out from where I was hiding to protect her, but I did. And I don't regret it.
"I couldn't believe it at first; when he hit me, it was a fast movement and I had no time to dash from it. I was seeing stars and the moon by the time my mother got in front of me." Massie flinched as Derrick tried to put a gentle hand on her shoulder. He retreated his hand, trying to hide the hurt that crossed his face.
"But I shook it off. He got another good punch against my jaw—I could taste the blood, even as I went flying towards the door. I remember my mother shouting at him, cussing many words. She charged at him then—I couldn't see anything." She gulped.
"I woke up, and I was in a hospital bed. Everything was bright, and, and," she stuttered, trying to pull out those memories that she was blacking out for so many years. "My mother came in. Bruises all along her skin. She told me to stop worrying, and that William, my father, was out of the picture and that was it." Derrick's face was scrunched.
"So in the end, years later, my mother admitted to the truth that—that, um, my father was an alcoholic. He got away," she shuddered. "But was weeks later found in an alley…dead." She was whispering now, tears leaking out.
Silent as ever, only the sounds of waves crashing in and out, he took small figure in his and hugged and held her tight.
"And the um part about Dylan." She winced as she recalled everything that night. "Well—"
"Tell me tomorrow." He interrupted quietly. "You need your rest right now. Thank you for telling me. And I'm sorry."
Those two words meant so much to her. She's been repeatedly told those two words from therapists, her mother, people that found out…and it meant nothing. Maybe they meant it—maybe they didn't. They just didn't let her explain the truth. They only wanted to hear the cover up story from others. People told Massie that they were sorry about her father's death, but that, that was something she could handle.
"T-thanks." She stammered.
"C'mon, lemme take you home."
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D.
"What did she tell you, man?" Cam pried. The blue and green eyed boy was trying to untie a knot in his shoe lace that he had tied urgently before. He wasn't succeeding very well.
"None of your business." He sharply replied.
"And why is that?"
"Because I said so."
Cam groaned loudly, giving up on his discarded shoe lace. "I hate those four words, they have no meaning at all." Cam was usually the one that was sensitive and understanding—but Derrick was not feeling that vibe at the moment.
"You should; because it shouldn't be any of your concerns."
Cam glared. "I think it is." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Why is that?" Derrick raised and arched eyebrow to prove his point as Cam struggled for words that were not just coming to him—the way they usually did.
"Because, um, Massie's my friend." He lamely said.
Derrick looked away from his best friend, his eyes glancing warily at the brunette's house. Her bedroom was in view of Derrick's so he could easily see her, but her shade was down—as usual—and he could see her figure as she read a book.
Derrick always wondered what the book was about, or what book it was—but something told him Massie wasn't going to share that. Derrick guessed it was just some kind of journal, but truth be told, something in the pit of Derrick's conscience told him that he didn't want to know.
"Why do you always stare out towards that window?" Cam intruded Derrick's thoughts as quickly as they came; they left.
"What?" He asked, surprised.
"You always stare out that certain window," he pointed to the window Derrick was previously staring at. "And ignore whatever I'm saying."
Since when was Cam perceptive?
"Since now."
Cam snorted, staring out the window himself. "Is it Massie's window?" He asked sharply.
Derrick flushed a crimson red and turned away from Cam's smug eyes. "It is, isn't it?" He chortled.
The two boys stood in Derrick's room, hands in jean pockets, eyes glued on that window, and continued to discuss the amber eyed girl that caused so much stirrup in Westchester, New York; each moment leading Cam to be more curious than ever.
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C.
"Tell me," she said quietly. "Why is it that Massie will tell you the truth—but not me?" The blonde actually looked a little hurt by the small grain of truth in her realizing words. Derrick shifted uncomfortably, glancing out that window again.
"I'm not sure."
"You aren't sure—or you just don't want to answer the question." She replied.
"I would answer the question," he began. "But I don't even know the answer to the specific question, Claire." He was tired, running a hand through the disheveled hair and watching Massie's silhouette pace in her room.
He watched her carefully, always picking up the same type of motions she did. First: she'd always read that same book, and than she'd pick up a pen and write in that same book.
Next: she'd occasionally stare out her other window, facing another way, and bob her head to some song.
And the most important detail: she'd cry herself to sleep.
And for some unfathomed reason; that caused Derrick's chest to clench tightly.
"Derrick?" Claire propped herself on his bean bag, her eyes full of many unanswered and unspoken questions; waiting.
"Yeah."
"I'm proud of you."
He turned his head to look at her with bewildered eyes. "What?"
"I'm proud of you." She repeated.
"Why?" He asked incredulously, his eyes glued on hers.
"Because you learned to stop caring about yourself."
He had no response to reply with.
Author's Note: Good golly gosh, you all are too kind. These reviews are crazyyy! My brother is finally settled in his dorm room—and I'm so sad. He left and he's my best friend .): 4 hours away, I guess I can't really visit him as much as I'd like. But I guess writing and reading are my saviors.
OH! Also, when I DO finish this story, I am going to post a summary on the last chapter of this story, for my new project. And I'm sorry to be the first to admit--it is not a sequel to this story. Thank you so much for all of these reviews. You guys make my dreary, bleak days, well worth it. THANKS! (=
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Just a little CRAZIEE: aawwh! (: I hope you're pleased with this filler.
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Fanfictiontastic: I will never grow tire of your reviews. –sighs happily— I'm absolutely flattered by your ignorance towards your school work; although being the responsible child I am, I just gotta say: don't neglect school work just for my stories. It's ludicrous.
Ivoryy: (= I hope you liked this chapter. I have a perfect plot for a new story—since this one is coming to a wrap soon—and I hope you'll all review on that one! I really am excited to share with you that new story, and I'm excited to tell the honest to god truth, about DylanXMassie's past havoc.
Cliquexxloverxx9: Tell me your prediction! Are you right in the end?! C'mon, don't leave me in the dark with this kinda stuff. It's killin' me.
Click forevah: Landon? Why does he even matter? He know absolutely NOTHING of importance about him aside from the fact, he acts kinda gay and is sweet at times. HE MODELS? Uh no. I am not going to write a story about a character that is placed in the last book and comes up what? 4 times through out the entire book!
I'mEdWaRd'SlAtUaCaNtAnTe: Seriously, you are too kind. And absurd. I'm not the best in anything—there's always someone better, and that's true in life, I guess. But thank you. You really are, too nice. Is that even possible? I guess so! (=
: Awwhh, gee. Thank you! I'm in the process of debating whether or not I should post up the new story I have in mind WHILE WITH THIS ONE still going on—but I decided to finish this story, than move onto my next project thingy. Thanks!
ToLazyToSignIn: Haha I'll try.
AlphaSkier: There. Happy? –takes a deep breath in anticipation— did you like it? It was hard to fit into the story. And Dylan's and Massie's past will keep you guys reading—even if this story is almost done. (;
Chantal-xo: Hahaha, it made me laugh too. I love people like that 'patient my young one.' (=
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Mandee: Patience is a virtue, my friend. Haha (= I am no way, in hell, patient. Ask anyone. Hahah
Xjgege: Never stop writing because school conflicts with your writing. I haven't begun school yet, but no way am I going to quit writing or go m.i. just 'cause of school. I love writing too much!
ThisIsMyPenName101: I hope you didn't mind that I didn't share Massie's entire past yet. I'm trying to bend this story—just a teensey bit longer. (=
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Dodo955: Well. I didn't share the entire past of Massie's, but more than enough. Tell me what you think! Thanks for reviewing!!! (=
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