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"Heaven is everything you want it to be, with God welcoming you himself, slipping the finest rings in your fingers, the softest silk wrapped around you, and the most beautiful flowers personally grown by Him just for you. He gives you mansions made of gold, made by His angels. It's like walking on earth for the second time, but only, everything goes what you want them to be." - Joe.
Lily wasn't all that comfortable in staying in the kitchen with people she didn't really know. Sure, they were nice people. Simon's mother didn't really talk much, but she did say her name was Jeanette. Yep, she was definitely stunning, beautiful, like Simon described. What bothered her was why they kept those... glass things in front of their eyes.
Brittany, Jeanette's sister, was absolutely the most beautiful girl Lily's ever seen. No matter how much she looked at her, she was perfect, in every way. And yes, she was mated. Whoever her mate was, he must be very lucky to have her. Lily could also sense something in her... something... like a seductive nature. That told her that she really mated a lot. Her fur, also to Lily's surprise, glowed brighter than everyone else in the room. She was someone who stood out in crowds.
Lily left the kitchen as soon as Jeanette did. She headed up to the stairs, hoping to find Simon and... well... just speak with him. She didn't know why, of all the new friends she'd had, she was looking for him, specifically. She didn't know why she was... drawn to him. It was like every time she was with him..., she felt... lively, happy. Was it because he was the first friend she's ever had, apart from her sister? Or was it because he was the first male she's ever met personally?
She thought about what Shannon said the other night. Could it be possible that she was... in love with him? More than just a friend?
She brushed it out of her thoughts, embarrassed. She blushed madly as she walked towards Simon's room. Climbing up the stairs was pretty challenging for her, and when she got to the door, she was nearly panting.
Before she could knock, a soft, gentle voice called out to her. "Lily!"
She looked back, towards the direction of the voice. A Chipette was standing there, beautiful, brunette fur, messy hair, and with those strange glasses in front of their eyes. Simon's sister? Yes, she was. But she forgot her name.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name," Lily said as they approached each other.
She smiled reassuringly.
Lily looked at her closer and saw her the fur on her face was wet. Tears? Was she crying?
"It's Jasmine," she said.
Now, Lily remembered. She was the one who stormed out of the kitchen after smashing all those plates. "Oh, it's you. What happened to you? Why'd you run off?"
Her smile dropped. "That was exactly what I wanted to talk about, if you wouldn't mind."
Lily shook her head. "No, it's fine." Whatever Jasmine was going to talk about, Lily didn't know how to feel about it. Maybe it was because her tear-stained fur, or how her smile dropped.
Then, to her surprise, she chuckled slightly. "It's not a talk, I mean. It's something I'm telling you to do."
Lily tilted her head, raising a brow.
Jasmine reached other and placed her paw on Lily's shoulder. Lily could feel the emotions in her touch. She looked at her deep into the eyes, as if she'd never been so serious in her life. After a moment, finally, she said, "Take care of my brother. Please."
Lily, confused, raised her brow again. "Excuse me?"
"Simon is in love with you." She said it as if it were painful to say. "Don't break his heart."
It took nearly hours for Lily to process everything Jasmine said. But what she only heard, was that Simon loved him. Did... did she mean love as in... love for a female? Did that mean Simon didn't just love her as a friend? Lily didn't know how to feel about it. What should she feel about it? She'd never thought of love her whole life, and now, here she was, in this situation.
"And there's more," Jasmine added, interrupting her thoughts.
Interested, Lily listened closely. She watched as Jasmine's lips slowly form into a love-filled smile. "I'd be greatly honored... if you allow me to call you my sister."
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Brittany couldn't believe the atmosphere in their daughter's hospital room as soon as the door was opened for them. A human wouldn't feel it, but with a Chipmunk's enhanced senses, she couldn't take it all in. It felt so quiet, lonely..., sad. Usually, when they visited, Ally and Stanley would be talking, laughing, teasing.
But now, at the center of the room, where Ally lied in her bed, Stanley was wrapped around her like a snake to its meal. From where Brittany was standing, she could feel it'd take more than just force for Stanley to let go. Brittany could feel her, Stanley's feelings, emotions, sadness, and hopelessness. He was crying, trembling.
Brittany looked to her side, to Alvin, and saw that he felt it, too. The nurse exited the room and closed the door behind them, leaving them alone - Stanley, Ally, Brittany, Alvin, Simon, and Jeanette.
Ally looked so fragile, as if one touch would shatter her body like glass. There was blood all over the bed, and when Brittany saw it, hemophobia kicked in, hard. The fear of blood, like cold claws swiping her arms, hands rooting her feet to the ground. She couldn't move. Her heart stopped, and suddenly, the air conditioning felt like a blizzard.
Trembling, she jumped to her mate's side and wrapped her arms around her, breathing heavily, eyes wide, shocked and afraid. She looked away from the awful sight.
Alvin embraced her back, tightly, as if sensing her fear. "You're trembling," he said.
Shakily, Brittany nodded. "B-... Blood," she whimpered, her voice cracking as she started to cry, in fear and worry of their daughter.
Alvin caressed and patted her back. "We need to get you out of here."
After hearing it, Brittany immediately protested. "No!" She hugged him tighter, afraid to let go. "Ally's my daughter. I can't."
"Are you sure?"
Brittany gave another nod, her neck trembling. "Just... hold me. Please."
Alvin nodded, and together, they walked towards Ally's bed, Simon and Jeanette behind them. As they got closer, the blood appealed more threatening, and Brittany bit her lip to keep herself from breaking down. She trembled as they hopped up the bed. The full bed came into view, the bloodied sheets, her daughter lying unconscious in her mate's arms. Brittany froze, unable to move. She fought a futile battle to control her breathing.
As if sensing her, Alvin wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Tears welling in her eyes, Brittany buried her eyes deep into Alvin's chest. She couldn't look. Not anymore.
"You've come to take her away, too?" Stanley's trembling voice filled the silence of the room. He sounded so scared, sad, and hopeless. It must've been heart-breaking for Simon and Jeanette to hear it. "People came. Nurses, doctors, all trying to keep me away from her. Away from my mate, thinking they can help her."
Brittany could hear Stanley's cries. But she couldn't bring herself to look. Not with all the blood. Not with her daughter lying helpless and unconscious.
"We're here to see our daughter, Stanley." Alvin's voice echoed in his chest. Brittany could feel he was just as scared as Stanley.
"I can't let go of her. I can't, and I won't. If she dies, I'd stop existing, anyway."
Brittany felt a lump in her throat, and an empty sensation in her heart. "No!" She screamed, crumpling Alvin's jacket with her fists. "She won't die!"
"Mom, Dad, Aunt Brittany, Uncle Alvin..., I'm so sorry. I... I can't hope anymore."
Slowly, hesitantly, and fear impairing her, Brittany pried herself from Alvin's chest. She forced herself to look at Stanley straight in the eyes. He was right. He'd really lost hope. She could see it.
Simon and Jeanette rushed over to their son, but Stanley was too emotionally weak to acknowledge them.
From the other side of the room, the door slowly squeaked open. Beatrice stepped inside with a worried look, her briefcase in her hand.
"I came as soon as I heard," she said. "I hope I'm too late."
Brittany looked at her, feeling new hope shower over her, then looked back to Stanley.
"Stanley, Beatrice is here. She going to help Ally. Can you give it a chance?" Brittany asked.
"I won't let go. I'll never let go." Stanley's tears welled up again.
"At least give her a chance. It can help Ally." Brittany walked from Alvin's grip and knelt down in front of Stanley. Reluctantly, she took his paw in hers and squeezed tightly. "She may be your mate, but she's our daughter. Either of us wants her to survive. If there's any ray of hope left, it's Beatrice, and we can't help Ally if we won't let Beatrice help."
"I won't take any chances. If she dies, I want to be the last thing she ever touches."
Brittany then withdrew her paw and scowled at her. She was mad, yes. But not at Stanley. She was mad, because he had the nerves to call himself Ally's mate. "Stanley...," Brittany whispered, trying to contain herself. But she couldn't. "Do you know what you're talking about!? Are you even hearing yourself!?"
She felt Alvin's paw on her shoulder. "Brittany, don't."
She shook him off. "No!" She looked back and stared into her mate's eyes. "Alvin..., are you saying this is alriight for you? I can't believe we gave our daughter to... to someone who can't even keep her alive! To someone so weak!"
"Brittany," Jeanette soft voice spoke up, alarmed but calm.
Brittany faced her with tears and an uncontrollable temper. "Jeanette, this is your own son! How could you raise him to be like this!?"
"Brittany, stop," Simon warned, stepping between Brittany and Jeanette.
Brittany glared at Simon. "My daughter's life is at stake, and her mate is letting her die!" Brittany forcefully turned away and looked back to Stanley. "You know what? I can't even call him a mate."
"What do you know about mateship, Brittany? Other than mating?" Simon scowled.
Brittany had never doubted herself as a mate. She knew she wasn't perfect, but she knew she was enough for Alvin. "I may not be the best mate in the world. But if it were Alvin lying in this bed, I'd do everything beyond my limits to save him. Even if it means doing the impossible, as long as I can keep him away from pain." Brittany teared up again, sobbing. "And... if he doesn't make it... I'd tell myself that I wasn't trying hard enough, and that I needed to be punished for letting him go. A punishment that would make death too merciful."
Brittany didn't wait for their response. She turned back to Ally and Stanley, her tears doubling.
"Ally... she's my daughter. She's like my best friend. Like a second mate. You think I'd let her die?"
"No." All heads turned as Stanley's voice interrupted the tension. "Y-you're right. I've been given the greatest honor to be Ally's mate. And it's an honor her parents can take back. I won't let that happen. I love Ally so much, I'd do anything to keep her alive. When I lost hope, all I can think of was dying next to her."
Stanley hesitantly unwrapped Ally from his arms, and he stood, eyes red and teary.
"But I'm her mate, and like you said, a real mate would do anything to keep her alive. If she dies, at least I'll die with her." Stanley stood up and wrapped his arms around Brittany. "Aunt Brittany, I'm sorry. Just don't take Ally away from me, please."
Brittany patted his back as he cried into her shoulder. "It's okay. Beatrice will do what she can."
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Ally's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she woke up to a strange..., foreign sensation. What happened? Why did feel so..., satisfied... happy,... euphoric? A few minutes ago, she was crying in Stanley's arms, blood trickling down her thighs. She'd suffered a miscarriage. But then..., why didn't she feel any sadness? Or any sorrow? Why was she feeling this..., indescribable joy?
Ally opened her mind to her surroundings. She was lying down on something white, hard, but strangely comfortable. In fact, everywhere she looked was white, and every turn whiter than the previous. This place, whatever it was, felt empty. But at the same time, she was glad to be here. Why?
She moved to rub her eyes, but stopped when she couldn't feel any drowsiness. Her eyes were wide awake. Was she in Heaven? If she were..., then... that means... she... died?
She tried to shake her head, trying to refuse her fate. But before she could think again, the empty, silent void was suddenly filled with laughs. Children laughs. Familiar, melodic, as if... angels.
Beyond the white, empty void, she saw small figures coming into view. Children Chipmunks, three of them. One had an auburn fur, and two had brunette. Somehow, the brunettes reminded her of Stanley. The children laughed as they ran towards her, happily, practically skipping as they came. They were cheering as they neared her.
"Yay! Mommy's awake!" One said, a girl with brunette fur.
Mommy?
Ally wondered whether she'd heard the child right. What did she mean by Mommy? She wasn't their mother, was she? She looked down at her stomach, and still felt pregnant. But then, looking at those children, they seem to resemble Stanley a lot. The two had brunette fur, one boy and one girl, while the one with the auburn fur was a girl. They all had blue eyes... - Blue beryl like Stanley's. They looked beautiful... all of them.
That's impossible. How? They weren't... born yet.
"We died with you, Mommy!" The girl with auburn fur said cheerfully, as if something to be happy about.
Died? But..., she I'm still pregnant.
"We're all together now!"
"Yeah!" The boy cheered, his voice like Stanley when he was a child. "Come on, Mom. Let's go play while we wait for daddy!"
What? Daddy?
Stanley!
Almost hysterically, Ally looked around, to see if Stanley was with her. But to her dismay, nothing. Was she really dead? Was she in Heaven..., with their children? She turned around again, not losing hope. Then, beyond all the white, she saw distant figures. It was like watching a movie set in a hospital lounge. Stanley was seated in one of the lounge chairs, crying, being comforted by his parents.
She tried to call out, but they didn't seem to hear her. She called out again, louder, but it was futile. She was merely seeing a vision. If she were in Heaven, then she must be watching Stanley.
At this particular time, she knew she'd be crying. But she didn't shed a tear. She felt happy and glad to be here. It was almost as if sadness held no place here. Just pure happiness.
She turned back to the children - her children -, confused, overwhelmed.
"Come on, Mommy, we have to go!" The girl with brunette fur grabbed her paw and playfully yanked her arm.
Ally followed her as she walked towards a part of the void that was impossibly whiter than the rest. The children practically skipped as they walked towards it.
Hesitating and slowing down her pace, she looked back at the vision, and saw that Stanley was crying deeply in Aunt Jeanette's shoulder. The girl yanked her again, forcing her to look forward, away from the vision.
"This is going to be great! We have lots of things to play, Mom!" The boy beamed. "And the best part is, He's going to greet you himself!"
Who's... He?
Ally forced herself to look at the vision again, slowing down her walk towards the whiter void. She could see Stanley clearly as he lifted his face from Aunt Jeanette shoulder. Stanley, crying, hurt. Her instincts as his mate kicked in, and the first thing that came to mind was to come to him and comfort him.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks. The girl yanked her again, but her eyes were glued to Stanley, his eyes, his tears, his face. Stanley..., so beautiful. So caring. So full of love. No matter how much she thought about it, she could never consider leaving him, even if it was for a greater Heaven.
"Come on, Mommy! We have to go!" The girl tried pulling her, but Ally didn't budge.
She knew she was going to Heaven, and she wanted nothing more than to be with her children. But Stanley..., she couldn't leave him. Never. They had made it clear that they would die together, on the same place, the same time, even though they haven't spoken about it yet.
"Mommy!" The girl was moaning now. "Please."
The three kids were standing in front of her, their eyes pleading, as if begging her to come with them. With a love-filled motherly smile on her face, Ally knelt down and swept them all in a huge embrace.
"I want nothing more than to be with you three, and even though I've only known you for a few seconds, I still love you with all my heart, " she said, happy that she had said it.
She kissed the three of them on the forehead. Their furs were surprisingly soft and silky, and they smelled great. They were definitely the most beautiful children she's ever touched.
"But you should really go first. I'll follow you soon. Will you wait for me?"
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The dog was very cute. Alyssa was glad to have found her. She was so sweet, and she didn't bite or bark like other dogs would. But Alyssa wondered why Mommy didn't want the dog, like she really hated it. Why? Didn't Mommy love everyone?
Adults are so hard to understand. That's why Alyssa didn't want to be an adult yet, because she didn't want anyone to think she was weird. Yep, adults were weird and funny. But Mommy was also beautiful, not only weird. She was funny, too, because of the stories she always tell. She loved Mommy so much, she would love to spend every day with her.
And Daddy, too. Daddy was extremely funny. He was also scary, because you never know when he's going to carry you and tickle you. Daddy was so handsome, he could be a prince charming. She would like to be his princess, but maybe Mommy won't be happy.
Alyssa and her sisters were in the living room floor, and they huddled over the dog, who was lying down on her belly. They still haven't decided her name yet. April thought "Rose" would be a cool name. But then, the dog was strong, and roses aren't really strong.
"Oh, Oh! What about Alex!" Alice shouted, raising her paw.
Alyssa looked at her sisters, and they all shook their head.
"Alex is a boy's name!" April shouted.
"No, it's a girl's name, too!" Alice said back.
"No, it's not."
"Is too."
"Well, I get to name her! I got her water!" Alice crossed her arms over her shoulder.
"That doesn't have to do with anything! I saw her first!"
Alyssa was just about to cut in. She found the dog first, not them. But then, she didn't want to get between them. They might put her in the fight, too.
"Well, I want to name her Alex, because it sounds tough! Right, Aileen?" Alice grabbed Aileen in hugged Aileen with one arm.
It looked like Aileen didn't want to be in the fight, too.
"But I don't wike Awex!" Aileen whimpered.
"Who's Awex?" Suddenly, a voice came from the couch. It startled them all, but Alyssa was the only one who screamed. She blushed.
Bryon jumped down from the couch and walked towards them.
"Wow, you bought a dog?" Bryon sounded surprised.
"Yeah!" Alice shouted. "I want to name her Alice, but April wants Rose! Bryon, please tell her Alex is better, please, please please!"
Bryon walked towards the dog and knelt down in front of her nose. Then, she suddenly licked Bryon and covered him in dog slobber. "Hey! Gross!"
It was as if Alice and April forgot the fight, because everyone laughed.
"If you had my brain, you'd name her Furlick." He wiped his face, wet with slobber. "But I guess I have to be reasonable right now."
"So you're going to name her Rose!?" April quickly shouted.
"No! It's Alex, right, Bryon?" Alice said back.
Bryon tapped his chin for a while, then smiled. "Ah, I get it. First, tell me who found her."
Alyssa suddenly lit up. "April lied! I found the dog first!"
April slowly let her head down. "Sorry, Alyssa."
"Okay." Bryon tapped his chin again, thinking. Then, finally, "Okay, since Alyssa found her first, why don't we name her Lisa?"
"No!" April and Alice said together, almost startling Alyssa and Aileen.
Bryon frowned. "Well, it's not your choice to make." He then looked at Alyssa. "What do you think? Is Lisa alright?"
Alyssa didn't need to think about it. It was a nice name. She smiled and nodded. "Uh, huh! Lisa sounds great!"
April and Alice both sighed, unwanting.
"I think Wisa sounds gweat!"
Happy with the new name, Alyssa went over to Lisa and touched her nose. It felt like rubber. "Your new name is Lisa! I hope you're happy with it!"
Lisa raised her head and licked her from feet to face. Alyssa giggled as she wiped the water off her fur.
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Alvin was just as worried as Brittany when they saw Ally lying down on that bed, lifeless. Never in his life as a father had he ever expected anything like this to happen. This just wasn't the way he hoped it to be. He wished it was him in the bed, and not Ally. He wished he was the one dying. He'd do anything he can to save her daughter, anything at all. Like Brittany said, Ally was like a second mate to her. So Ally should be a second mate to him, too.
He loved Ally so much, even when he hadn't seen her yet. When she was still in Brittany's stomach, along with her siblings. He loved them all since then, and that love only grew as the days passed. If there were a way to save her, even if it was impossible or other-worldly, he'd do everything in his power.
It was a good thing they had Beatrice. She was the best veterinarian in the world, and she was sweet to the children. Money was never an object for the Seville family, and Alvin could pay any expensive price. But Beatrice always insisted on doing it for the lowest price - sometimes even free. Being the Chipmunks' vet probably gave her the reputation she needed. Ever since she came on the news as the Chipmunks' official vet, more and more pet owners have been coming to her practice.
Beatrice was inside the room, trying her best to save Ally. Alvin had never counted on Beatrice so much. With her being there actually lessened his worries. But the fact that Ally was still unconscious still gave Alvin the worst fear he'd ever felt since AJ's abduction.
Brittany, too, didn't seem to feel any better. She was seated next to him on one human-sized lounge chair, looking as beautiful and seductive as ever, even though she wasn't trying. Her head was laid on his shoulder, and Alvin's arm wrapped around her waist. She was still trembling from the blood, and the shouting she'd done back in the room. Alvin never expected Brittany to do that. So angry, he even brushed off his paw off her shoulder. She was definitely angry, as if ready to attack. She seemed dangerous..., exactly his type of girl.
"You know, you have weird ways of seducing me," Alvin whispered into her ear.
Her ears perked up and flinched. Her tail suddenly wagged too violently for someone who was worried. "I'm not seducing you," she said directly, in a non-seductive manner. But her voice radiated from his ears, vibrating throughout his body. Alvin, more than ever, felt lucky to have been mated with the Queen of Seduction.
Her sad, worried face turned to a smile. A seductive smile.
"Or maybe... I am now."
Alvin teased her with a smile. "So you'd seduce your mate at a time and place like this, where your daughter's lying in a hospital bed?"
She lifted her head from his shoulders and inched closer to his face, their snouts slightly touching. Her beautiful sapphire eyes nearly drove his hormones into an uncontrollable tantrum. "You know I am worried about Ally. More than anything. But you also know that I'm willing to seduce and mate with you at anytime, any place." She bit her lower lip. "I'd even do it right now."
Alvin smashed his lips into hers, his tongue directly entering her mouth. He did a quick swipe at her tongue with his before pulling out. It was a short, passionate kiss, but it seemed to affect Brittany more.
Her eyes widened as she gulped, probably not expecting his actions. "I- I can't believe you're bold enough to kiss a girl in heat." Suddenly, she shifted and jumped, so she was on top of him, straddling his lap. "You never kiss a girl in heat. Unless you have the energy to take on what happens next."
Brittany lunged in for his lips for another kiss, but Alvin held her shoulder, halting her. He chuckled. "No."
"You kissed a girl in heat, now you're teasing a girl in heat? You're in big trouble."
Brittany pressed her groin to his, and he was surprised to find how wet she was. Her thighs were practically drenched. Her pheromones were released, but after years of experience, he knew how to control his arousal. Well..., barely. But enough to smile at her and say, "You're gonna have to do better than that."
Alvin tucked his paws under Brittany's arms, and carried her off of him. To Alvin, she was as light as an empty box, and he wasn't joking. He let Brittany sit comfortably on the chair.
"I can do better. But you better be careful what you wish for."
"Let this wait until tonight. I'm worried about Ally too, and I can't mate when I'm worried." And also, he didn't feel it to be right to mate in a public place.
Brittany slouched and scoffed at her bangs. She crossed her arms on her chest like a spoiled child. "Kissing a girl in heat, teasing a girl in heat, and now you're making her wait? Do you have a death wish?"
Alvin chuckled. "I'll survive."
"Smile at me again, and you won't even make it home," she said, frowning. She was serious. Alvin could really feel her holding back her arousal.
Alvin chuckled again and rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, like a bomb in a library, all heads turned when the door gave a small squeak. Beatrice had come out with slightly blood-stained gloves. Immediately, Stanley stood.
"How is she?" Stanley asked.
Beatrice gave a weak smile. A smile of reassurance. But then, Alvin could feel something else behind it. It scared him. "She's doing well. Go see her."
Without wasting a second, Stanley hopped out of the chair and scurried to the room after saying goodbye to Simon and Jeanette. Everyone huddled close to Beatrice, who's smile had disappeared into a grim line on her lips.
Something had happened. Alvin knew it. It was bad. Beside him, Brittany held his paw. He let go and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "Beatrice? Tell me the truth."
As if hypnotized, Beatrice slowly craned her neck towards them. For a moment, she hesitated before finally speaking. "I'm... I'm afraid the babies are demanding too much nutrients from Ally. Stanley's sperm was immature when fertilization happened. It's too much, her body is starting to succumb to malnutrition."
Alvin gulped. Brittany's tail had stopped wagging, and he felt her uneasiness. "How bad is it?" Alvin asked.
"Her body is deteriorating rapidly. If she doesn't get the much needed nutrition..."
"She won't die!" Brittany suddenly yelled, crying. "No!"
Alvin held her closer, and buried her face into his chest. "Hush, Britt. Hush." Alvin caressed his mate's back as she cried into his chest. He looked back at Beatrice, nodding for her to continue.
"She will survive. Until labor."
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John felt guilty. No, more than that. He felt guilty and failure. He thought being Carol's friend would be enough for him. He thought having Carol close, to hold her and touch even just as a friend would suffice. But then, he was wrong.
He was sitting on a tree branch, overlooking Carol's room. This is what he felt guilty for. For spying on her..., on them. And now, knowing Carol can never be his, that she was taken, John felt more and more heartbroken. He felt like a failure, and that he wasn't someone like his brother.
Why hadn't he realized it before that Simone had a better chance? He had charms, he was friendly, and probably way smarter. John and Simone had been best friends and best brothers for as long as anyone could remember. But Simone turned out to be the better one. Romantic, friendly, he was everything a girl could want. And John..., what was he? The bad seed of the family? As worse as AJ, Bryon, or even Uncle Alvin when he was a child?
This sight, Carol and Simone together, mated, it made him think twice of what he really was. He wasn't sweet like Mom always used to say in his childhood. Or handsome. Was he just... a bad person? A bad seed? The mischievous one, is that what he really is?
After years of fighting over the girl he loved, growing the best flowers just for her, secretly dedicating a piece of the garden just for her, he lost. The battle was won by his brother, and that proved that he was good for nothing.
He needed to escape, he realized. He couldn't look at those two anymore. He couldn't even bear to see Carol's face. Without looking down, he hopped off the tree, and landed painfully on the ground. Though he didn't break any bones, it took almost forever to gather himself and run into the house.
He couldn't go to the garden. It reminded him too much of his failed effort in winning Carol. He ran and ran until he found the peaceful solace of his (and his siblings') room. After spotting his bed, he threw his body into the mattress and let his tears flow into the pillow.
Carol, his only love, his only reason to live, taken from him. Who should he hate? Simone for taking her away? Carol herself for not choosing him? Or should he just hate himself for not trying harder? The latter was more in demand. Simone was his best friend, and he didn't want to make an enemy of him. Carol was his only love, and no matter how much she didn't want him anymore, he still cared for her. He still wanted her.
His muscles clenched suddenly. He screamed into the pillow and punched his bed. He needed to let out this anger, this jealousy. But what would that do? Nothing would ever make up for his failure. He could never look at himself the same way ever again. In his own eyes, he was nothing but a failure.
As he sobbed uncontrollably into his pillow, his ears suddenly perked up at the sound of a whimper. His stomach clenched in embarrassment. Was someone else here?
He looked up and saw Jermaine's bed. It was empty, but she ragged and undone. The whimper came again, and John followed it to the floor between his bed and Jermaine's. And there, he saw her sister curled into a ball on the floor, trembling, her knees to her chest, and her face buried in her arms.
Concern then overcame embarrassment. He wiped his eyes and sat up on the bed. "Jermaine?"
Jermaine suddenly froze as he spoke. She looked scared.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.
"What's wrong?"
A whimper came again. "J-John..." Her voice was shaking. "P-Please, get out of here."
"Jermaine? What's wrong?" He asked again.
She didn't raise her head, as if refusing to look at him.
When Jermaine didn't respond, John stood up to walk towards her. But then suddenly, Jermaine screamed, "No! Don't!"
But it was too late. Before he could stop, a strong, gassy scent filled his nose. His heart stopped, then raced faster, beating painfully in his chest. He sniffed his sister's pheromones, and there was no way he could stop himself.
Okay, guys. Like I said, NO INCEST! Wait for the next chapter before you start judge-er...-ing.
I changed Rose the German Shepherd's name because Lily and Ashley's sister is named Rose.
Now you can call her Lisa Es Germano Shepardo. Lol: Lisa the German Shepherd. You know, I saw a German Shepherd yesterday, and I kinda thought of buying one.
If I wrote a suspense/Mystery/(andofcourse)Romance story, would you read it? Because... I thought of writing one...
Rats, I'm forgetting all about A New Battle. Sorry about that guys. I really should update that.
Working on it!