Reasons of the Heart – Love Should be a Crime
Misty buried her face in her pillow trying to stop the tears. For the first time in her life she didn't care if anyone saw her cry. She thought back on her life trying to remember why she cared so much in the first place.
She had been too young when her mother died to even realize what was happening. She had thought that heaven was just somewhere mommies went for vacations and that if she was really good then her mommy would come back. Actually, now that she thought about it that was what her sister's had told her.
She hadn't cried at her fathers, she was too afraid of what might happen if she did. She had been eight years old when her father died, luckily her sisters were sixteen, which meant that they could be her legal guardians and she wouldn't have to go live with Rebecca.
Rebecca was the reason Misty didn't cry. Rebecca was the reason Misty hated being called a runt. That was Rebecca's pet name for her. "Misty you're such a runt, why can't you be beautiful like you're sisters." Rebecca had always been so mean to Misty.
Misty hated everything about Rebecca. She would act so sweet when everyone was looking it made Misty want to barf, but when the fancy parties were over and the guests were gone she would slap Misty in the face and tell her that it was her fault that the party didn't go perfect. Misty would run to her room before anyone saw her cry, she knew Rebecca would only laugh at her and call her names for crying. She would hide under her sheets as she cried herself to sleep wishing her mother hadn't died, wishing that she could be up in heaven held in her mothers loving arms.
Rebecca had caught her praying once. She just laughed. "Selfish stubborn little runts like you don't go to heaven," Rebecca had scorned. "They go to hell where they are punished for all the naughty things they do like ruining parties and crying for no reason." Misty cried harder than she had ever before that night, but not nearly as hard as she was crying now.
Rebecca had only stayed with her father for his money, but most of all Rebecca wanted the gym. Rebecca slapped her in the face when she found out that Misty had inherited it instead. Misty almost cried out for joy when she heard that she would be able to choose between living with her sisters or with Rebecca. She was so much happier knowing that she would never have to see Rebecca again.
Misty looked out the window. The sun was out, the sky blue and the birds singing. It was the complete opposite of what she was feeling.
There was a gentle tap on the door just before Melody and Sabrina came in carrying bags full of chocolates, lollies, chick flicks and ice cream. "Are you ok?" Melody asked.
Misty shrugged. "I'm sorry you guys had to miss your classes I just couldn't bear to see him," Misty sobbed as the tears rolled down her face.
"It's ok," Sabrina said. "I mean I'd choose eating ice-cream and chocolates while watching girly movies over a class with Professor Clarke any day."
"I think most people would," Melody said. "So which movie should we start with, 'Never Been Kissed' or 'Ten Things I Hate About you'?"
Words like love and happiness
Never seem to stand up baby
When you put them to the test, yeah
You say that you're a poet
That your loves a work of art
But you can't play love by numbers baby
You got to play it all by heart
Baby, baby, baby, baby
It happens all the time
How you play me, play me, play me
Playing with my mind
Baby, baby, baby, baby
You're making me go crazy
And if you call that love
Then love should be a crime
Honesty
Bites the dust
Every time I hear you saying
Love is never lust yeah
Did you read it in a book?
Did you see it in some magazine?
Do you think that I'm some new age fool
Do you think I'm so naïve?
Baby, baby, baby, baby
It happens all the time
How you play me, play me, play me
Playing with my mind
Baby, baby, baby, baby
You're making me go crazy
And if you call that love
Then love should be a crime
You and me
Suddenly
We got nothing to say
But the words get in the way
Baby, baby, baby, baby
It happens all the time
How you play me, play me, play me
Playing with my mind
Baby, baby, baby, baby
You're making me go crazy
And if you call that love
Then all it was
Was a pocket full of nothing
But a suicidal gun
If you call that love
Then love should be a
Crime
('Love should be a Crime' O-town)
"Is it clear?"
Melody scanned the hall quickly, before she answered. "Yes," she sighed.
Misty appeared from her hiding place tugging self-consciously at the hood of her light designer sweatshirt. She put on her dark glasses and straightened her long leather jacket looking like something out of the Matrix (A/N: I hate the movie but I have to admit that's kind of how I pictured it but classier). She was wearing a dark violet hooded sweatshirt underneath her red leather jacket and with her black flared jeans. Just because she was sneaking around doesn't mean she can't look good.
It had been about four months now and this was now an everyday occurrence.
"Aren't you hot at all?" Melody asked. "I mean it may be the beginning of autumn, but it's also the end of summer." Compared with Melody's lilac singlet top and baby blue petal pushers, Misty looked like a Goth. Especially with the black wig she wore to disguise her trademark red hair.
"Not really," Misty lied.
"Isn't there an easier way?" Melody sighed. She was starting to get really bored with sneaking around and checking every corridor. At first it was kind of fun, she felt like a spy on a secret mission, but after awhile it just got really dull doing it every day.
"Well I could dye my hair, but I'm afraid what that stuff might do to my hair, though my sisters all swear by it," Misty said.
"No," melody said casually, "I was thinking more along the lines of accepting his apology so you can kiss and makeup already," Melody suggested.
"I want to Melody," Misty sighed looking down at the ground, "I really do. I'm just not ready to forgive and forget. I just wish he'd understand that I need time."
"Then maybe it's not me you should be telling this to," Melody said.
"Hey Melody, wait up!"
Misty and Melody stopped walking and turned around to see Ash running towards them.
"Hey Ash," Melody replied nonchalantly.
Misty pulled her hood lower as Ash looked at her suspiciously trying to figure out why he felt like he knew her. He quickly shrugged off the feeling and turned back to Melody. "Is Misty ok?" Ash asked fretting.
"What do you mean?" Melody asked innocently.
"I mean I haven't seen her around for almost four months and I'm really worried," Ash replied.
Misty felt touched by the fact that he was worried about her. She blushed slightly then scolded herself for even thinking like that. 'Damn you Ash,' she thought.
"You've probably just been looking in the wrong places," Melody shrugged.
"You mean all over campus is the wrong place," he asked sarcastically looking at her questioningly.
"Well . . ." she started
"Look, I just want to talk to her," Ash said his eyes filled with hope. "Do you know where she is?"
'No' Misty mouthed to Melody shaking her head to get the message across.
"No," Melody sighed regretfully.
Ash sighed and pulled a small box from his pocket. "Next time you see her, can you give her this?" Ash asked sadly as he handed her the box. Melody nodded. "Tell her I'm sorry," Ash continued. "And tell her I'm leaving Davison so she won't have to worry about seeing me around campus anymore." With that he said good-bye and began to walk away.
'If you love someone enough all that matters is their happiness, even if it isn't with you,' was the only sane thought in Misty's head as she watched Ash leave looking miserable and dejected. She sighed. She hated how confused Ash made her feel when ever she saw him. One minute she would feel like she was walking on air, next minute she'd be drowning in her own tears. Right now her heart was breaking in two seeing Ash so depressed and knowing it was her doing.
'Damn you Ash,' she thought as a single tear rolled down her cheek and ran off her chin before falling to the ground. 'How am I supposed to hate you when every little thing you do makes me fall more and more in love with you.'
"Wait Ash," she called.
~ to be continued ~
This chapter took me ages to write so I hope that you all like and if you don't, sorry but it was the best I could especially seeing as schools back and I have less time to spend writing. Please review anyway especially if you think that it was a load of shit, it's good for my ego.