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Chapter 56: Similar Qualities
Summer 1st
Chelsea
"SURPRISE!" exploded though the club as I walked through to the entrance, it was followed by humans scrambling from beneath tables, and popping up from behind the bar. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHERRY!"
I smirked, shaking my head at all my co-workers- aka, sluts in whore outfits. Oh, and Danny
"Thanks, Everybody." I said politely, making sure that no one could see the piece of paper that I had hidden behind my back, my golden ticket to a new beginning "But I'm the one with the REALLY big surprise!"
The letter behind my back is the only gate way left that can lead me down the right path in my life. I looked around at everyone's confused faces- of course, only a select few knew that I was applying for school. Only about 5 or 6 of these people actually speak to me.
"Look!" I hauled the letter from behind my back, holding it high into the air like it was some sort of trophy- to me it is. "I WAS SELECTED AS THE SCHOLARSHIP RECEPIENT!" I exclaimed happily, still not believing it was happening to me- me, of all people?
Danny ran up to me, wrapping me tightly in a arms. "I knew you would, Chelsea. That's awesome."
I tapped his shoulder, hinting to him to get off of me so he could read the letter. "I know! And I stopped by the school to tell them I will be registering. They accepted me right on the spot. I start the first day of the Fall!"
The pixie cut girl came up behind me, "That's great! You have one full month of preparation."
I smiled at her, one of my first genuine smiles since I came back to the city. "Thanks." I gushed, "If it weren't for you, I would never have got the guts to look into all of this."
Pixie grinned, and then turned away, along with everyone else. The excitement of 'surprise' died down even quickly than it began.
"Who was the girl?" Danny asked, still watching the pixie.
"Beats me," I mumbled, "I see her quite a bit, though."
"Anyway, school huh?" He smirked, "Good for you, Chelsea."
"I know" I gleamed, staring at construction workers making some final adjustments to my new stage, "It's like, life is taking off now. I can't imagine what could possibly happen to bring me down from this high."
Ronnie snuck up behind me, "Well, Cherry." She greeted, "I should let you know that tonight is the official grand opening since our renovations."
I looked around in aw, realizing for the first time the 'new' club that I am in. The walls are now a beautiful royal purple color, the tables and furniture was spray painted gold. There is now giant chandelier hanging from the middle of the club. The bar was now a slick black, with LED light shining up the glass counter. And more impressively, my now glass stage was almost finished being installed- with LED lights shining through brightly.
"This place looks," I tried to find a word for it. It isn't breath taking by any means, it looks like a typical entertainer's club- only a little more fresh and cool, "It looks like the Westminster Abbey meets Moulin Rouge."
She pondered on my comment for a second, "Yeah, I'll take that as a compliment". She looked around, placing her arms around my waist, "This place with going to be absoultly insane tonight. Every rich man in New York is sure to be here. On top of that, your reputation is getting high, Cherry- People are dying to come here and check you out."
I shrugged, not so excited over this part. But, the better I do- the more money I will make. Which means I will have more support for school, rent, and food.
"I'll have my reputation at its peak tonight, then" I promised her, "And this place will be the hot spot for the rest of the summer."
"Ooo!" She squealed, prancing from one foot to another, "I just love your optimism!" She then turned to Danny, "Boy, how do you feel about singing solo?"
Danny's mouth dropped, "Wh-what? Me?" He questioned, "When would you want me to go solo?"
Ronnie looked towards me, "Oh gee, I forgot to even discuss this you, Cherry."
Oh great. If she tells me that she is turning this place into a gay bar, I'm going to have to either try to become a bartender here, or turn to prosecution.
"I thought that maybe Danny could put his on-stage charisma to use, and be an opener for you." She said, "I was thinking on testing it out tonight. There is nothing to lose, everyone loves good music." She smiled, "I want to offer our audience a variety; for Gay and Straight males and females. I want everyone to enjoy spending their evening at Ronnie's." her smile glistened brightly, with dollar signs shining in her pupils.
I rolled my eyes at this, she is always looking for a new way to bring in cash.
"Wow," Danny was blown away, "I've been waiting for this forever. Hell yes, Ronnie!" He was gleaming, "What type of music will I sing? With all respect, I think rap would be boring."
Ronnie winked at him, "You seem like you have this 80's charm" She turned around to walked away, "Why not put that to good use?"
80's! Classic rock! I got extremely excited, seeing that is my favorite type of music. I die for Poison, Guns n Roses, Def Leppard, and The Stones- I would kill to sing in a rock bar.
"Do that mean I get to sing 80's, as well?" I asked hurridly,
She threw her head back and laughed, "Oh Cherry, Cherry, Cherry. Your dreams always cloud your vision. You know that you have your r&b pop music mastered. Why change what isn't broken?"
I sighed, nodding. Why change what isn't broken; I wish I had that advice before I ran away from here in the first place. Sure, I didn't like it here and I wanted to experience something new- but there was nothing wrong with it. I had money, and I had a perfectly healthy and unbroken heart.
Now I'm back where I started, with just mone.
Summer 8th
Vaughn
I kept my focus entirely on the giant cake that I was carrying. Gray and Claire were already at the beach with the two girls. I still find it fucking stupid, how they are having a beach party for a bunch of snotty nosed youngsters- at the age of 1. They can't even build a sand castle at this age.
But noooo, I mimicked Claire in my head, There will be other kids there. Like Elles, Anns, Marys, Karens, and Popuri's.
I knew Karen and Rick had a kid before, she was pregnant long ago. I think her kid is roughly 2 years now. And I think the Doctor and Elle's child is about 3, but I don't fucking care enough to figure out for certain.
I entered the beach and scanned the area for the food table- which was easily spotted against the brick wall.
"Vaughn!" Claire scrambled over from the sand where she was sitting with the two girls, "Lay the cake over here," she quickly re-organized the table to make more room for it. "It's beautiful, don't you think? Doug slaved over it all of yesterday."
I looked at it for a second; it's just pink with purple ribbons, nothing spectacular or stand-outish to me.
She began to walked back over to the sand again, "It's really too bad that Julia couldn't come with her son, that would have been so nice."
I let my gaze fixate on the light waves washing upon the beach, spaced out really. "Yeah well, someone gotta run the farm. She and Elliot is doin' what they can for me"
"It seems like last season really did you well, though." Claire pointed out, "You have regular boats visiting again, and the residents who left are starting to return."
I nodded my head, "Gannon's girl is back" I don't know why I said that, but it just came out. It's not like a I actually care about it or anything.
One of the girls crawled over my leg to reach a brightly colored shell on the other side of me. I couldn't tell which one, the both look the fucking same. But I take it that it was the more curious one, Savannah.
She looked up at me and giggled, holding the pink shell in her hands; I gotta fuckin' say it, Savannah and Shalyn are good looking kids. They have Claire's icy blue eyes, but Gray's orange hair. The have freckles covering over their noses and perfect pale skin. I noticed a red spot forming on her shoulder,
They have pasty skin that the sun would burn to a crisp.
"Claire, do you have sun screen there?" I asked, "This one is starting to burn"
"My goodness!" Claire squealed, "Out of all the preparation I did for this, I didn't even consider that the kids needed sun lotion." She sighed, digging through her bag frantically, "What kind of mother am I?"
"Chill," I said, "Just get some off of another parent or something, I'm sure someone got something"
"I guess so." She said, "MARY!"
Mary turned around with her slobbery youngster in her arms,
"DO YOU HAVE SUN SCREEN?"
Mary looked at her boyfriend. I'm not quite sure who he is, but Gray said she met him on the internet and they hit it off.
"NO!" Mary yelled back, "I GOT A LOAN OF SOME OFF OF ANN!"
Claire sighed, looking over and seeing Ann wading around in the water. "I'll be back in a second."
She got up, leaving the two monkeys with me. Shalyn was digging through the sand with her dirty little fingers, and Savannah was sticking the germy shell in her mouth.
"Fucking gross, Savannah." I mumbled, reaching my fingers up and taking the shell from her, "If you choke on that, you'll die." I told her dryly, "That wouldn't be very nice on your first birthday."
The little girls began to cry, so I handled over my cowboy hat to hopefully shut her up- the first thing she done with the hat was to put it in her mouth and suck on it. Fucking slobber and drool going everywhere,
I looked back at Shalyn, who had her finger shoved a mile up her nose.
"Ugh." I complained, "This is why I like dogs. I'm never having fucking youngsters. "
I watched Ann as she pointed in the pink haired girl's direction, the annoying and flamboyant Popuri. She even looked annoying. Fuck, I don't miss going to their chicken farm every week to collect orders. Her and Rick's arguing use to drive to be fucking drink.
Claire asked her something, I'm guessing she asked for sunscreen, obviously. Popuri nodded, and she turned to her own boyfriend.
I'm not quite sure who this guy is either. He is only here in the summer, so I have ran into him a couple times on this beach. But, I have never fucking cared enough to speak with him. Why would I? We have never had to do business with one another. Therefore, I don't fucking care for him.
Apparently, he is a bit of an idiot- Like anybody isn't these days. But that's beside damn point I heard some of the local guys talk about him, he really likes to flirt and shi-
The man that was facing in my direction shifted his torso so he was facing Popuri. My eye caught focus on something that completely blew me right off fucking guard.
It was something so fucking familiar- something that I never thought I would ever see again, not in a million damn years. Something that was engraved on Chelsea for the rest of her life- something that she claims was the biggest mistake she ever made, and it's something she hides away every day.
But this idiot isn't ashamed of his tattoo. He is showing it off like a damn peacock.
"I'll be fucking damned." I muttered under my breath, remembering that Chelsea and her 'friend from the past' decided to get matching tattoos, and this was the same one.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Claire objected, "No language like that in front of the girls!"
If this isn't coincidence, this fucker might have some information for me that could help me find her.
I ignored whatever Claire said to me, because my mind was fixated on this tan, shirtless, purple bandana-ed character in front of me "Who is that?" I asked Claire, trying to sound like I didn't care- but really I'm fucking dying to find out.
She blew her blonde hair to the side, and glanced behind her "The guy in the purple bandana?"
"Yeah."
"Oh," she said, "That's Kai. I dunno where he came from; he said he was a wanderer. But him and Popuri hit it off really good last year. He knocked her up when she visited him in the Fall, he came back with her and decided to get married after the baby was born." She pointed her nose in the air snobbishly, "Of course, you wouldn't know that because you failed to show your face in a whole year."
I ignore everything she said after "Kai" and "Wanderer".
The name Kai did sound like a name I had heard come from Chelsea's pretty mouth- And a wander? That also fits Chelsea's characteristic of being able to make a set-in-stone decision or commitment.
It's too big of a coincidence to let it fucking, slip away.
Without thinking into it any longer, I stood up. None of this feels real right now, it's like it was too easy to recognize that tattoo. It's like the goddess just magically stamped the ink onto his back to taunt me.
There are billions of people in this world. What are the fucking odds of this guy being the only possible connection between Chelsea's life, and mine?
My feet couldn't carry me to him fast enough. But, before I knew it, I was towering over him with nothing to say.
I stared down and my shadow covering over the man's body. He is pretty tan, way tanner than me. Fuck, I must have looked so damn pale to Chelsea, compared to him anyway.
"Excuse me," a voice came from his mouth, "Your blocking the sun from the tan."
I looked down at him, bewildered, lost for words. But I had sense enough to listen to the guy and step aside. I wouldn't want to get under his fucking skin right now, he is too valuable.
"Sorry." I mumbled like an idiot, but still gazing at him like he was a chuck of gold. Too me right now, he is a map that could possibly lead me to Chelsea.
Fuck, my fuzzy head is making me think like a pansy.
He looked back up at me, "Do you need something?" he asked, "I already gave Claire the sunscreen."
My mouth opened, still numb from all the blood rushing through my veins; My adrenaline was getting so high that I felt like I was going to explode. I could feel my feet begin to bounce in my shoes out of excitement. Just the thought of finding her makes me feel like a fucking school girl meeting some super strar for the first time.
That's embarrassing.
"Yes, you can." I said, letting my question explode from my mouth, not daring to beat around the bush. When have I ever done that anyway? "Do you know Chelsea Davis?" it then occurred to me that she may have changed her name to lie to everyone, "She had long brown hair, big blue-black eyes, pale skin, about 5'5, a tiny fram-"
The man sat up frantically, looking me up and down quizzically. He tilted his head to one side, "Why?" he cut me off, "Do you know her?"
I nodded, locking my eyes with his. "I do."
"How?" he said, with a look of protection filling his face, "Are you looking for her?"
"You could say that-"
"Wait," The man cut me off sternly, "If you were sent here from that agency looking for her, I don't know where she is. We went separate ways about 2 years ago and I haven't seen her since. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell anyone. So get the hell back to the city with your fancy ass company and stop looking for her."
"Uhhhhh," I was caught off guard by his damn rant, "Are you saying that people are trying to hunt Chelsea down?" I started to get a little worried, "Is she is some sort of trouble?"
He screwed his face up, looking at me again. "Oh, sorry man." He said, "You obviously don't know what I'm talking about."
My blood pressure began to rise, but I didn't want to snap at this guy. Not only do I want to know who he is, and where Chelsea is- but I want to know why the hell agents might be looking for her.
"Who is looking for her?" I asked irritably,
He shrugged carelessly, "Probably no one. I just figured tha-"
"Well," I was beginning to lose my temper. If anyone were to hurt Chelsea, I would have to kill. "If someone were to be searching for her- who would it be?"
"I don't know who you think you are, bu-"
I bent down to eye level with the idiot. "I wouldn't want to freak out any of the kiddies here on this beach by beating you to a pulp.: I snarled, "But I will if I have to. So co-operate with me, for your sake and my own."
He gulped; I could tell that he isn't a fighter, he's all 'peace and love'- like Chelsea.
"The people from that music contract that wanted to sign Chelsea"
"Wait," I stumbled back a little bit, once again caught off guard, "What? A music contact?" I asked, "Like, a fucking, recording company and all that shit?"
"Oh yeah!" He bragged a little, "Concerts, cds, tours, everything like that." His face dropped, "But she turned it down, I think that the idea of signing a contract freaked her out. And she hated the glamour of it all." He sighed, "So she ran."
"Oh." Oh was the only word that could come from my mouth. Chelsea? A singer? A stage performer? With a record deal? Why the fuck didn't she ever mention anything of this to me?
Fuck, she told me that she could sing, but she didn't say anything about being a potential fucking pop star. That thought have never even crossed my fucking mind before. She never even hinted at it or anything. Out of everybody, I think I had the right to know.
She wouldn't even sing in front of me. Not alone a whole audience of people. I just though she wouldn't sing to me because she felt like she wasn't that great at it. Goddess, she must have known she was half decent if she was offered a recording contract.
I have learned more about Chelsea's past in the past 2 minutes from this fucker, than I heard from her in the year we knew eachother.
"Why the fuck didn't she tell me?" I muttered out loud to myself. Completely confused, angry, and upset at the same time.
He cleared his throat, pushing my anguish behind him, "Are you soon going to tell me who you are? Or, not?"
I sighed, realizing that he still don't know me from the fuckin' man of the moon. "I almost asked Chelsea to marry me."
He looked unimpressed, as if I was someone that was casted beneath a 'pretty girls' spell'
"Don't look at me like that." I snapped, "I heard from a reliable source that she was going to propose to me as well."
His eyes widened, leaking emotions of hope and excitement,
"But," I sighed, "She took off."
Kai released a forced chuckle of disappointment, "Typical."
"I've been searching for her ever since." I told him, "and I think she mentioned you before,"
"How did you know it was me?" he asked,
"Your tattoo." I replied, "She said that her boyfriend had the same one"
He nodded, "I am, Chelsea and I grew up together an-"
"And you two fucked a lot." I finished his sentence bluntly, and surprisingly calm. I always told Chelsea that I would fucking turn this Kai character inside out, if I were to ever meet him; I would like to, but then he wouldn't be of any value to me.
"Hey, hey, hey." He shushed me, "Keep it quiet. Pop is just over there, and she isn't exactly a fan of what Chelsea and I use to do ." He nodded towards the pinkette "Listen, I think we both have a lot of talking to do. Follow me."
"Yo!" Kai called to his wife, "Me and- uhhh" He looked me up and down, obviously realizing that he didn't know my name "My buddy are going in to crack a couple cold ones, We won't be long."
I followed after him, "You're lying to her?" I muttered under my breath, surprised. I can't recall myself every lying to Chelsea. But maybe that's because I'm a horrible liar, I'm not creative enough.
"Nah," he said, "I'm actually getting a beer."
"Oh," I said, shutting the door behind me. This guy is really blunt and witty- again, just like Chelsea.
"Anyway," he said, "What's your name again?"
"Vaughn." I replied stiffly, "Saunders."
"Okay cool." He said, throwing me a beer with ease. My mouth watered when I felt the sweat of the cold bottle in my hands- I was than eager to take a sip; between the heat and this excitement, it's just fucking overwhelming.
He started again, "So, you said you almost proposed to Chelsea?"
I nodded,
"Ha, god." He snorted, "Chelsea? Really?"
"Yes." I replied stiffly again. I'm not fucking sure how to handle this guy.
"And she planned to do the said?" He cackled, "Wow, I can't believe we are talking about the same Chelsea here." He shrugged though, taking another mouthful of beer, "But she ran, that's the Chelsea I know and love."
"Why? What is so weird about that?" I probed, feeling offended. And completely ignoring the 'chelsea ran' comment get made ;
The way he is getting on, you would say she was some kind of slut or something. Which I didn't not get than vibe from her, at all.
"I dunno," He sighed, "I guess she was always a dreamer, when she left her job at the city it was because she wanted to settle down and stuff. But I never thought she actually would."
I raised my eyebrow, "What do you mean by, you didn't think she could settle down? Was she a whore or something?" I groaned, "If she was, she changed." I hesitated a moment, realizing that I haven't known what she has been u to the past few months. But Chelsea was so cautious over hersele. She was her very comfortable in her skin, but didn't want to show it off. For example, she always wore a t-shirt to the beach.
"Oh no!" He assured me, "God no, she only slept with me." He chuckled, "A lot, but that's beside the point.
I glared up at him,
His greasy grin turned into a straight line.
I wanted to rip his witty fucking head off. And, that's the same way I felt when I first met Chels.I had no time for her dry humour and her wittiness.
"Anyway, man." He made a comeback from the embarrassment quickly, as Chelsea would. "How did you meet her?"
I don't want to tell him our story. He don't know me, he shouldn't know how we met or what happened to her.
I don't know what kind of idiot this guy is.
"Listen, none of this biography crap" I said, trying to avoid eye contact; which he clearly had to problem with, seeing his stare was fixated on my own awkward eyes, "I just want to know where she is, okay?"
"Like I said before, I don't know where she is. I haven't heard a word of her since she ditched the city." He explained, his voice growing tender. "She left, she didn't call or anything. I didn't even know she was alive until now. We were really close, and not a minute goes by that spiteful grin don't pop into my mind" he sighed, "If you found someone who could tell you where she is, you would want to know how she is and what she has been up to, as well. I don't care about what you were doing all along, I just want to hear about her and figure out why she ran."
I realized an agonized snicker while looking this fella up and down, deciding whether or not I should just tell him everything and get over it. His eyes looked like he was sincere enough, not judgemental- just fucking desperate.
"Fine," I muttered, "But not a single word to a fucking soul."
He nodded,
"Well, I guess after she left the city she got on a boat- in hopes of heading off to Europe somewhere." I recalled her story, "That boat ended up in a big storm, and the ship sank."
His jaw dropped, wanting to ask questions. But he decided not too- since that wasn't the end of the story, it was just the beginning.
"She washed up on a beach, 2 months after the other folk. The folk that discovered the island decided to make a settlement on it, when Chelsea washed up and came out of her coma, she took over the island ranch."
His jaw dropped wider, "Like, potatoes and cows, and shit like that?"
I nodded, "Yes, plenty of shit like that." He talks just like Chelsea. "Well, when I first met her, she was sleeping on the fucking wharf." I smirked at the thought, "She looked like a little doll, like she was too vulnerable to be left there."
"So what did you do?" He asked, supposing that I swept her off her feet like her knight-in-fucking-shining-armour.
But no, our story isn't that damn simple.
"I threw rocks at her, and kicked her." I admitted, "When that didn't work, I just left her there. At the time, I didn't care enough to intrude any further."
He screwed up his his mouth, showing me that he thought I was fucking wacked.
"She ended up buying a couple animals off of me. I didn't like her at first- fuck, I didn't like anyone. I was just raised to be a closed off and cold person. But she made me feel some sort of-" I had to think about it for a second, trying to decide what that thing was that kept me going back to her. "It's like there was a spark in the pit of my stomach, and whenever I was around her, I could feel it. It was like some drug or something." I snickered and shook my head, "Fuck that's lame. Anyway, I just hung out with her a little bit. The shit she would say would throw me off guard; sometimes she would piss me off- kind of like you."
"One day, she got attacked by a coyote." I sighed, "At that point, I was still iffy over her. But I ended up taking her here to Mineral Town, to see the doctor. On the way back, she ended up telling me about her mother and you. She told me her whole life story. She expected me to do the same, but I refused." I shook my head, "Of course, I did later on."
This was the part of the story that pissed me off the most, "Every time I got to the island, I would try to avoid seeing her. I didn't like how comfortable I felt around her, it was disturbing to me- But I would always fucking find myself wandering up on her farm one way or another. That's when I sort of thought about possibly being friends, or a little more. I went to the island one day with the mindset of asking her to Gray's wedding. It was just a whim really, at that point I was not as into her. I think it was that I just figured it would make since if her hung out there together." I sighed, "It turned out that the town's jackass had swept her off her feet in my 5 day absence.
"This is the part it gets complicated." I huffed, pissed off about it already. "You know Claire? Well, this jack ass was her brother, Mark."
"Oh, Pop mentioned him." Kai informed me, "He tried to burn Claire's farm down."
"Yes. That fucking pyromaniac" I growled, knowing his history with creating fires. "He wanted Claire's farm, but ended up getting kicked out of town. So he moved on to Sunshine Islands. He was promised the ranch there on one condition, only if Chelsea didn't want it when she woke from the coma. Taro, the town's leader at the time felt the presence of the Harvest Goddess with Chelsea." I snickered, "Of course, Chelsea wanted the ranch- leaving Mark with nothing." I exhaled heavily, "He fell for Sabrina, a bratty daughter of a millionaire. Her father didn't approve of Mark because he was jobless and living in a hotel. The only way for approval was if Mark could get that fucking farm and make a success of his self." I snickered, some success he turned out to be, going through all that trouble to just ditch town. "So he decided to make Chelsea fall in love with him, then break up with her. He didn't actually like her, he just wanted to find a way to make her the fucking island. Chelsea was dense at first and blinded by his Hollister look, but after a lot of fucking convincing she believed me when I told her his evil schemes. She ended things, fucking up their plan."
I smiled at the next part, "We started to grow more and more comfortable with each other, then one week I got sick and couldn't go to the island for my two shifts. I was home in bed, in the city- the place she vowed never to return. I hear a knock on my apartment door, and I'll be damned." I chuckled, "She was standing there in my fucking door way."
"The rest of it was great after that. Sure, we had our arguments and stuff- but we were clearly madly in love with each other. We made that very fucking obvious- to ourselves and everyone else around us. It was so effortless and natural between us, like we never had to fake a damn thing." I could feel myself blush over the cheesiness of it all, "I started to get tight for money. And a job offer came right my way; it was either my salary gets tripled and only see Chels twice a month, or I get fired and lose my job completely." I frowned, "That was our biggest argument. I went to break it off with Chelsea, to take the job. She fucking flipped her shit at me, she called me every name in the book and called me a coward. She got pissed off that I was afraid of change, and that I didn't want to disrupt my scheduled life." It's funny thinking back now, "I got mad at her, telling her she can't make a commitment to save her life. She was always pondering over whether or not she wanted to do this, or do that. She could never fucking decide on anything."
"After the argument, Chelsea convinced me to quit the job and move in with her. This was also a whim on her part, she surprised herself. But she seemed to like the idea of it." My heart dropped, "Man, I was so excited. It wasn't even something I considered that early in our relationship, but it felt like we were together for longer than we actually were. Anyway, I decided that there was no one in the world that I would want more that Chels; so I had Gray make an engagement ring. I planned on proposing to her when I arrived to the island."
"Well, Mark and Sabrina weren't finished." I growled, "And you probably won't believe a word that is about to come out of my fucking mouth because it is really far-fetched, but it's true." I took a deep breath, to go into the worst day of my fucking life- one year ago. "Mark found a man who had this special power- he could control people's minds like a puppet. This man waited in a tree for me to walk by. When I got off the boat, I had to pass Sabrina's house. Sabrina pretends to bump into me and fell down. She then complained that she hit her head and she wanted help into her house." I hissed at myself, "Me, being a fucking push-over idiot, decided that I should help her- because I had a lot of time on my hands, I didn't have a time limit like my usual visits, I wasn't leaving this time." I shook my head- I wasn't leaving but Chelsea was. "The man possessed me. With perfect timing, seeing Chelsea was on her way to the dock to meet me. Sabrina discovered the ring, and she had me get on one knee- it looked like I was proposing to her."
My heart felt like is crashed into a million pieces again,recalling the final events. "I couldn't see her, but I heard Chelsea fall to the ground in agony. Then a town citizen rushed to her, informing that her farm was on fire."
I looked back up at Kai, "It was too much for her to handle. Losing me, all her animals, her home, her bandana, - all in one fucking day." I bit the inside of my lip, "Before I got the chance to get released, she was gone. I haven't seen her since, so all I know she could be married- or she could be dead."
Kai stumbled backwards, and he felt around for a table to lean upon. "Woah," he mumbled, trying to take in all the information, "Well, I know one thing, If Chelsea were to have a relationship, that would be the one."
I glared at him making it very fucking clear that I'm not in the mood for jokes.
"Sorry, dude." He apologised, "I'm happy to know she was alive to that point. And I wish I could help you out. Hell, I wish I could see her myself."
Of fucking course, he don't know where she is. "I traveled the world looking for her. I went to Europe, Canada, and almost everywhere in the states. I couldn't find her anywhere." I said,
"No, no." Kai said, holding his chin in his hands, "She wouldn't go anywhere she wanted to be. Her wants is always the last thing on her mind, especially after something traumatic happens to her." He thought for a second, "She would go somewhere that she wouldn't be found in a million years."
"Pfft," I huffed, "I have no idea where that could be. She was content wherever the fuck she found herself. I was just hoping to find her somewhere that meant something to her."
"Believe me," Kai said, "That Island was the best thing that ever entered her life. I know that for a fact. Farming seems right up her ally."
"It was," I agreed, "And she was fucking good." Then I asked, "Is there anywhere that she was ever attracted to her? Something that meant something to her?"
Kai began to gleam, "Her mother. Chelsea lost her bandana, right? Chelsea would automatically want to feel close to her mother, she always did."
"New York." I said without a hitch. "You think she went back to New York?"
He jumped up, chugging his beer and grabbing my arm "Down your drink, cowboy. We got to go where our minds takes us."
I tipped my head back and swallowed my beer- realizing that this man is truly the male version of Chelsea Davis. That could be good, and it could be bad.
DUN DUN DUN! Alot of reviewers said "I don't see how they are going to be back together if there is only 3 chapters left!"
Well, now you know :) If you can't find what you're looking for, you should be patient and let them come to you.
Which happened here, in Vaughn's case!
Please review :) I want to know what you thought! I'm nosey like that
