Ok, I see you guys were nervous about what those calls were all about. I'll give you a hint to them: Those calls have nothing to do with each other. You'll find out what both calls were about in this chapter. There's a new POV today, too. Tell me if you like it, please.
Juni POV
I crawl off of Seth as he reaches across and grabs the phone. He gets a strange look on his face and looks back over to me.
"Juni, I really need to take this. I'll be back in a minute, ok?" I nod.
"If it's important, then take all the time you need, Seth," I smile encouragingly at him and he kisses me quickly before getting out of bed and answering the phone, taking his boxers with him. I guess that it's would be a little more professional to talk to someone when you have at least a little of your body covered. I blush at my thoughts and lay back down so I can stare at the ceiling. I've been doing this a lot recently.
I start thinking about how I even got into this situation. I really wasn't expecting to fall in love with him. It just sort of happened. I guess love has a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it, giving you the bliss and happiness that you wonder how you've lived without for so long. I sigh as I close my eyes, dwelling on a happier time, where sex didn't matter as much as love did.
I step out of my car and start walking towards Ulta, my favorite make up store. I feel my short black dress rising up, but walk faster so I can fix it inside. My black heels click quite loudly against the asphalt that soon turns into the concrete of the sidewalk. I take my sunglasses off and place them inside my suitcase of a purse. I walk through the door and smile at the girls that work there. I immediately walk over to the perfume and go for my favorite, Pink Sugar. I spray some in the air beside me and walk through it, letting the sugary sweetness cover me. I smile and sit the trial back down and start over towards the lip stick, the whole reason I came in here.
As I was walking by, I bumped into something large, gasping at the unexpected obstacle. I start blushing from embarrassment and open my eyes, which get wider as I realize that it was a man I walked into. A very handsome man. He smiles, his teeth perfectly white, his eyes sparkling brightly. I couldn't tell what color they were in the lighting, but I assumed they were beautiful. I start to smile slightly.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't realize that anyone was behind me," I laugh slightly.
"No, it really was my fault, barreling down the aisle, oblivious to other people," He laughs a little and sticks his hand out.
"I'm Seth," I smile and take his hand. I feel something go through me when I touch him, a shiver down my spine, a cold chill shake my hand.
"I'm Juniper," I say, half dazed by the strange effect he had on my body. No one has ever sent such a rush of feeling through my body like that.
"That's a beautiful name, Juniper," I blush and he grins.
"Thank you," I say, trying to control my blush. "If you don't mind me asking, because you have every right to be here, why are you in the eye shadow section?" He laughs, but blushes just a little.
"I have a daughter who's wanted to start wearing some make-up. I just have no idea what colors she would like," I smile, though it's a bit forced. He must be married, but how could he not be? His eyes are so full of compassion, such worry for whether his daughter will like the make-up he's getting her.
"Well, I would get some neutral colors for her to start out with and then when you can bring her with you, let her choose the color or colors," I point out the best brands and get him some brushes for everything. We go through everything make-up wise and get everything she'll need.
"Thank you, Juniper,"
"Of course," I say, a smile on my face. "I hope she likes the make-up," His expression turns worried and nervous.
"Well, to thank you, would you like to go get a coffee?" My face brightens slightly. "I know you probably are thinking about whether my wife would mind. Well, I'm not married,"
"But you have a daughter," I say, remembering that he said her name was Wanderer, but she liked being called Wanda.
"I was married to her mother, but we divorced. She actually doesn't live near here now, she moved to Europe with the man she was cheating on me with. So, yeah. But would you like to get a coffee?" His expression is so hopeful, so I nod. He smiles and I stand in line with him as he buys the make-up.
We walk outside and start towards Starbucks, which was just down the sidewalk a little. We order our drinks, me a mocha latte and he a straight up black coffee, and sit down at a secluded table beside a window. I sat down, smoothing the wrinkles out of my dress. He smiles at me and we start talking about his daughter, Wanderer.
"She seems like a lovely girl," I say. By how animated he became, I instantly knew that she meant the world to him. But, really, she was all he had left.
"I try my best to be there for her, as much as she'll let me of course, but she took the divorce hard. She kept saying that it was all her fault that we split up, but really, in my perspective, it wasn't anyone's fault," I look at him in confusion.
"How so?"
"Well, Elisha did meet someone else, but I feel like that was meant to happen, that they should have been together sooner. It wasn't that either of us were bad to one another or wrong to have Wanda. I think that fate really does mess with people. Like, if you, for instance, are supposed to marry a very rich and powerful man. You like money, so you go through with it. But after being married, you meet your soul mate. You decide you really want that person to be with you forever, but really like being able to give them things, expensive things. You're troubled with your thoughts by this point. To me, that's how fate works. Or it happens like Romeo and Juliet and they both end up dead because of their love. I'm not saying, though, that that will happen now.
"So, yeah, fate works in mysterious ways. Like, it brought Elisha and I a fairly good marriage and a beautiful daughter, but fate wanted her to be with someone else in the end," I start clapping quietly.
"That was brilliant, Seth. Well said," He laughs at my comment.
"Well, I just say my opinion when I feel like it needs to be said. So, I did," He shrugs and I laugh at him.
~Line Break~
I open my eyes and take in my surroundings again. I must have fallen asleep. I sit up and realize that I'm alone. I look to my right at the clock and see three hours have past since Seth went to take that call. Immediately, I start to worry. Did something happen to Wanda? Did Melanie or one of her other friends get hurt? Did someone die? I gasp and jump out of bed. I should be going to make sure everything's ok, not lying in bed waiting for Seth to come back! I hurriedly pull one of his shirts over my small frame along with some panties. I virtually run out of the bedroom and silently run through the house in search of Seth.
Seth POV
"Why would you do this to me?! My directions were clear. How could someone be so stupid and not to realize that it was wrong to do that?!" I yell into phone. More crying comes from the end.
"I'm sorry. But it seemed like the right thing to do. You know how hard it's been and I just thought that-"
"You thought what?! That getting Elisha's kid as far away from her mother and most importantly me, her father, was the right thing to do?!" Lara starts sobbing harder into the phone.
"I'm sorry, Seth. But you were not the ideal father figure to her. She needed a better place. I knew that I most likely would never see her again, but if it meant that she would never have to see you again, I thought that she would be better off," The room is silent as I hold in my anger. Lara just called me to tell me that she sent Wanda, my daughter, across the country with a stranger to live with another stranger in a totally different state. She's completely without any familiarity! This was completely wrong. But then, I realize that there was a false not in her voice when she called Wanda my daughter.
"Why were you lying?" My voice is cold, chilling the air in front of me. I can basically feel her heart stop.
"When?" She asks, playing dumb as usual.
"When you called Wanda my daughter, there was a false note in your voice," Silence. "Well, why were you lying? Is she not my daughter?" That makes my heart beat faster with my worry. Would Elisha cheat on me? Could Wanda never have been my daughter? Lara sighs.
"It was an accident. The guy got her drunk. It was an accident, Seth. She didn't want any of it. Wanda might have never been born had that never happened. Think about how much you love her!" Lara pleaded. "Think about Elisha. She loved Wanda so much and was so scared that you would find out Wanda isn't your child and that you would hate her. She loved you so much and just wanted to be happy with you, to raise her family. But after the way you acted when she told you she was pregnant set your relationship up in flames. She didn't mean it, Seth, I swear," I glare at the wall in anger, gripping the phone tightly in my hand.
"Well it happened. Now look where we're at. Just because she didn't mean doesn't make it any less painful," I hang up before she can reply and sit the phone down. I walk over to a chair and sit down. Thousands of thoughts are running through my head a mile a minute. I close my eyes and rest my head on the back of the chair as I try to take all the thoughts from my mind.
Melanie POV
I pick up the phone, sitting my food aside so I can talk without it taunting me.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Yes, is this Melanie Stryder?" A rude, ill-tempered woman asks into the phone. Already aggravated with the woman, I answer her.
"Yes, who's asking?"
"My name's Terra Hunters. Your parents and brother were inside Wal-Mart,"
"Yes, I know. They went to get a video game," I roll my eyes. Of course they were in Wal-Mart. They went there for a reason.
"Yes," The woman sneered. "Well, your parents are in the hospital,"
"What?" I ask, barely a whisper, my fear and pain evident in my voice. "Where's Jamie? Where's my brother?" I ask, getting louder as I start to panic from worry.
"Calm down. The boy's fine. Your parents are in the West Town Hospital. Your brother should be there, too, in the waiting room,"
"Thanks," I say and hang up. I run down the hall towards my room, dialing Jared's number into my phone.
I just hope I make it in time.
A review would be nice. Would you please tell me what you thought about this? Thank you for continually supporting me. Also, I've decided that I will be posting a teaser from a later chapter in this story at the end of the next chapter. But, sadly, it's very heartbreaking for O'Wanda fans like myself. I apologize in advance for all the sadness and trouble that's going on in this story. Keep you tissues next to you during that, ok? Because I will very just as hard as you will. Until next time!
