Okay so there's a section in the beginning where Brittany wakes up on a plane. A while ago, that's how I was going to end the chapter and I wanted to see how you guys reacted to the whole "everything was a dream" thing. But, I already had other chapters written and I didn't want to add another chapter to the story. haha So, tell me your reaction if I actually did end it there. I'd love to hear it! :D
Warning: Language
Chapter 49
Tony ran next to my unmanageable self at the edge of the cliff. He stood in tears clenching the amulet in his hands. I scooted over to hug him. Once I touched him, he broke down. The warm tears fell continuously on the sleeve of my hoodie.
"I know buddy, I'm going to miss them too. I know," I wept.
Aunt Dot and Uncle Bob gave us a few minutes to ourselves and then came towards us, looking up above.
"What'd-yuh wish for?" Uncle Bob asked softly.
Tony sat motionless. They both let us sit in the grass until it was finally time to leave. The car ride home was unbearable and I had such a hard time fighting my hot tears from pouring down my face. Everyone was afraid to speak a word. I slowly scuffed out of the car and found the door wide open. The lock was completely kicked off.
"What the?" Uncle Bob stood speechless, waving the door back and forth.
Aunt Dottie followed us up the stairs to our rooms. We turned the corner and found Tony's door fully smashed to pieces. Through the hole, was his armoire filled with clothes half off the hanger, and inside, the whole floor was ripped up.
"Uh, Bob?" She called out, but there was no answer. "BOB!"
"What?" He shouted from downstairs.
"Get up here now!"
Unable to watch them clean up anymore, I retreated to my bedroom where I kicked off my shoes and fell into bed, crying my eyes out until I passed out.
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What would it take to show you that it's not the life it seems
…
I shifted uncomfortably in my position and I could hear My Chemical Romance play in my ears. I yawned and stretched before I opened my eyes. I was staring at the ceiling, but oddly enough, it wasn't my bedroom ceiling I was looking at. It had a bunch of small buttons on it and two lights that were turned off. I rubbed my entire face that was covered in tears and sweat. I sat up and looked around. What the fuck… I was on a plane. People chatted quietly while others slept in their seats. What the hell is going on? I looked at my iPod and the time read nine o'clock in the morning. I paused my music and took the earphones from my head as I saw the flight attendant come up the isle.
"Excuse me." I held out my hand as she approached me.
She smiled big and came closer. "What can I help you with Dear?"
"What's the date today?"
"It is Wednesday, October 15th." She furrowed her slick brows. "Are you feeling alright? You don't look good."
"I uh, I don't know." I shook my head and closed my eyes.
"Would you like me to get you anything?"
"If you have 7-up or ginger ale, and some crackers. That would be nice, please."
She smiled again. "I will be right back."
I was severely confused. I was going back in time? I went to bed last night and it was Saturday November 8th. Saturday, the day when Gregory and his whole family finally got what they wanted, right? I wasn't making this up. Or was I?
The brunette flight attendant returned back with a 7-up can, cup, straw, and a few small bags of crackers. "Here you are."
"Thank you. Uhm, when does our flight land?"
She looked at her watch. "Oh you have about… four hours until we're in Scotland."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome sweetie." She smiled again and walked off.
I leaned forward and poured the soda in the small pink cup that was on the table connected to the back of the seat in front of me. I took a few sips and sat back. What the hell is going on… I couldn't have dreamt any of that. Gregory was real. I talked to him. I touched him. I kissed him. I loved him… Love. He was my perfect match; everything that I wanted in a guy. Besides for his temper, he turned out to be a loving guy that said everything right. He had great looks and awesome hair. Maybe it was just all in my head, and my heart made my perfect dream guy.
I woke up in a cold sweat noon. The curtains were still closed and the room was dark. Aunt Dottie didn't even bother to wake me up today. I eyed my room over and over again; door, ceiling, wall, lamp, armchair, balcony door, easel, bathroom door, mirror, desk. I didn't even want to move from bed. I breathed a sign of relief that I wasn't on a plane anymore. It was just a dream. But was what occurred last night real? Was any of it real? All of October into November? Did it happen? It had to of. I came to Scotland and found the most difficult guy I've ever met and turned him into someone beautiful. I knew it was real. I went back as far as my brain would let me and pictured his face the first time I saw him. He was so disturbed and angry. I wanted to travel in the past and relive my memories. I'd give anything to do so. I couldn't stand thinking that it was all over. I had lost the love of my life. In one second he was truly gone, and that sent me to the conclusion to question what Tony actually wished for. He could have screwed it up for all of us, but maybe he didn't. Maybe it had to take overnight to work.
With that motivation, I jumped up and threw my shoes on. I didn't bother redressing myself out of my old jeans and tee shirt. As I ran down the steps, I untangled my hair and threw it back up into a bun. I arrived in the kitchen to find only my aunt and uncle sitting at the table looking through phonebooks. Tony mustn't of wanted to get out of bed either. I flung the door opened to the basement and barreled down the steps. The wicker seats and chests were empty. I ran back up to the kitchen.
"I need to borrow the car," I blurted.
They both looked at each other and looked back at me.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Aunt Dottie said before flipping the yellow page.
"Please, I just have to check something," I pleaded.
"Fine," Uncle Bob agreed.
"Bob?" Aunt Dottie gave a nudge and a disapproving look.
Before she could object, I grabbed the keys from the dish in the entry and got in the Rover. I started the ignition and headed to the cliff. The sky was a darkening gray and the sun refused to shine. I could feel the rain yearning to fall from the sky. I drove past the field and it was an empty, just barren flatland covered with patches of high grass and rocks. I continued without stopping and drove to the first cemetery we met the family in. I hopped out of the car and ran through the aged black gate. I hurdled over tombstones and jumped off rocks, but no one was outside. I turned my attention to the old mausoleum and sped through the whole thing. The lone tunnels and rooms stood still, but as creepy as it was, I couldn't be bothered to be scared. I returned to the car and drove to the last place I could think of, the cemetery park. I did a run through of the entire place and they weren't in sight. I was about to give up until I thought of the mansion.
I walked though the over grown path and ducked under a yellow line of caution tape. Half of what was once a house was before me. Everything was black and covered in ash. I covered my mouth and began to wail out cries. They weren't coming back.
"Excuse me Miss?" A voice called out.
It's Gregory! I spun around, but it was a young police officer. I started to weep again.
"Are you hurt?" He came closer and held my shoulders.
"No," I managed to say. "I've lost someone."
"Here? No one was reported in the house or missing. The owners abandoned it."
"I know." I rubbed my eyes. "We used to come to the park and we found this house."
"Could I help you look for them?" He didn't know how to react.
"No, he just, left." I didn't mean to be so vague, but considering the circumstances…
"I'm sorry Miss, but you're not supposed to be here. This is a crime scene."
"Yeah, yeah. I understand." I nodded. "I'll go."
"Let me give you a ride home?" He suggested.
"No thank you. I drove. My car is over there." I pointed behind me.
"At the park? At least let me walk you to it."
I agreed and the young, good looking officer took my arm as we walked through the trail. We got to the car and I sat in the driver's seat, turned on the vehicle, and rolled down the window.
"Yuh know, I'm sure whoever you're looking for will comeback to someone as beautiful as you," he charmed. "I would."
I looked at him and smiled greatly.
"Please drive safe, and try to have a good day." He tapped the car and turned back to where he came from.
I put the Rover in drive and pulled out of the parking lot to go back home. I threw the keys in the bowl at the entry and ran to Tony's room. I flung open the door to find him still sitting in bed.
"WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR?" I bellowed.
He didn't answer and kept looking out the window.
"TELL ME!" I whined, sniffling like an idiot. "You did this! Why couldn't you have just wished for them to be normal again?"
"Brittany I did!" He yelled back. "I wished for Rudolph and his whole family Scotland to be changed back into a human!"
"Then why aren't they here now?" Rivers of water rushed down my cheeks.
"I don't know! That's what I've been asking myself all day. It is my fault." He began to cry in his hands.
I ran over and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry Squirt. I'm just upset. It's really not your fault. Don't blame yourself."
"But, I have to," He mumbled. "I wished for it."
"We'd be in the same position if I wished for it, okay?"
"Yeah." He wiggled out of my arms and laid back down.
I left the room and curled into a ball on my bed to let my tears just fall. I needed to be alone again. Moments later, a knock sounded at my door.
"Come in," I cleared my throat.
The door opened and Aunt Dottie sat next to me.
"What was that about?" She asked concerned.
"I had a breakdown in front of Tony. I kind of fixed it now."
"Oh, there was a lot of yelling. Where'd you go before?" She pushed back my bangs.
"Everywhere."
"How come?"
"Because I wanted to see if they came back."
She was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Last night happened, right?" I asked. "The cliff? I didn't dream this?"
"Last night happened," she repeated. "I'm not sure how, but it did. How was any of this all possible though? Please tell me. Tony won't even speak to me."
"I don't know how it's possible. It was kind of unbelievable at first."
"How long did you guys keep this from us?"
"Three, four days after I came here. Tony knew Rudolph longer than I did." I slowly blinked. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you, but it was impossible to explain. It's not logical."
"If I were you, I'd do the same thing, Honey. It's just something that you can't tell people I guess. A myth soon becoming real life? People would go nuts knowing that. It would've been a big controversy."
"I loved him so much," I finally bawled.
"I know Sweetie." She hugged me. "I know you did. You spent a lot of time with him."
I started to hyperventilate again. My throat constricted and the air hurt to pass through it.
"Honey, please stop crying like that, you'll make yourself sick. Shh." She petted my head. "I'll leave you some space. Call your mother later. It'll help."
I brought myself back to normal. "I will."
"Now get your butt in the shower. You'll feel better and I need to wash clothes."
"Okay," I whispered.
"And after clothes, I gotta call a locksmith," she groaned.
She kissed me on the forehead and left the room to my loneliness.
