Chapter 10
When Pietro finally came to he was in his room, lying face down on his bed. He bolted up-right and dashed into the living room. It was empty. He searched almost every room and found the house deserted. He panicked. He plopped down into and empty kitchen chair and buried his face in his hands. What happened? He heard the sound of heavy footfalls coming down the stairs and he raced out of the kitchen and out in front of the stairs. Lance shuffled down the stairs, a brown bag slung over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked softly, choking back tears. It was obvious but he didn't want to face it.
"I'm leaving." That was his simple answer that made Pietro want to die.
"You're what?" he choked on the words. Lance brushed passed him and stopped at the door. Pietro couldn't move. It was as if he were glued to the floor. He couldn't move, speak, or do anything. Just sit there, silent tears streaking his pale cheeks.
"I'm going to leave Pietro," Lance said quietly, barely audible. Pietro shook his head and tried not to think. It hurt too much to think.
"You can't Lance," Pietro said, almost sobbed. Lance turned to him. His eyes were glassy and Pietro wanted to kiss him, hug him, anything to stop the pain. But still he could not move. Lance was just standing there. It was as if there was something between them that wouldn't let them touch. But there was. The silence, the lies, the deception, everything that went wrong in their relationship.
"Why can't I go Pietro?" there was a hint of anger in his voice but it was mixed with sadness. Why couldn't Lance leave? Pietro knew. Because he loved him, and he couldn't let him go. He couldn't live without Lance's warm touch. He tried to say it, tried to say he loved him but he couldn't move, couldn't speak.
"You don't know?" Lance sounded heartbreakingly sad. Pietro stood there, silently crying. Lance just opened the door and with one last sad look at Pietro, walked out the door and shut it. As soon as the door shut Pietro's knees buckled beneath him and he fell to his knees, sobbing into his hands.
"No, no, no," Pietro repeated the words to himself over and over, but it didn't help no matter how many times he said it. Lance was gone, and Pietro couldn't bring him back.
*SEVERAL MONTHS LATER*
Pietro dribbled across the court with ease, dodging every player in his way. He jumped up, the ball in hand and slammed it into the hoop. There was a series of loud cheers from the audience and he grinned smugly. But the whistle blew and he ran back into position again. Two shots later the game ended and they had won another game.
He jogged into the locker room, and got dressed with normal speed. These days he just didn't have the heart to use his mutiny. Not since Lance joined the X-geeks. He was still with the brotherhood and they had a few new members but none replaced Lance. Pietro left the room without a word. No high fives, 'good jobs' or anything. Basketball seemed to be the only thing that took his mind off of Lance, but after the games he was just as depressed and lonely as before.
He walked out of the locker room but stopped dead in his tracks. Lance was leaning against the wall. He didn't know Pietro was standing there yet. The tears stung in his eyes. Lance suddenly turned his head and looked right at Pietro. Their eyes met suddenly for and electrifying second but Pietro quickly turned his head and broke the gaze.
"Pietro," his voice sounded distant and abnormal. Pietro shook his head and ran away from Lance. He couldn't stand to see him. It hurt too much. He decided to go tot the one place noone would find him. He was on the roof in a matter of seconds leaning against the brick, tears leaking from his eyes. He never expected to see Lance again, but he had just showed up unannounced, bringing back painful memories and emotions Pietro had locked away forever inside himself. But Lance had the key to his heart. (AN:EEP corniness^-^)
He slowly began to hit his head against the brick. Each time his head connected with the brick it erased a thought in his head and in a bizarre way it made him feel better. He heard a flapping of wings and he looked over at an owl perched on the roof top railing. He glared at it as it cocked it head to the side, ruffling it feathers.
"What are you staring at!?" he shouted startling the poor thing. It gave an indignant 'hoot' and took off, flying into the night. Pietro wished that was his mutiny. Flight would help him escape his problems. He leaned against the railing and suddenly a searing pain shot through his arm. He pulled it away from the railing and looked at it. Deep crimson blood was seeping from his arm. He looked at the railing and a razor blade was sticking out of one of the cracks. That was strange. He picked it up and looked at it. The silvery metal was stained with his blood. He looked at his other arm and lifted his wrist. He drew the razor blade slowly, painfully across his wrist. He cried out as the tears once again spilled from his azure eyes. But it felt good. And he deserved it. He deserved all the pain he ever received. The blood dripped from his arm and onto the ground. He repeated the slow painful process over and over until finally he collapsed from the blood loss and lay there, breathing heavily and crying silently.
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Another chapter done! Thanks for all who reviewed! And a HUGE thanks to my BEST friend Lavender A.K.A Kickassangel! Thanks sweety!
--Avalanche Maximoff--
When Pietro finally came to he was in his room, lying face down on his bed. He bolted up-right and dashed into the living room. It was empty. He searched almost every room and found the house deserted. He panicked. He plopped down into and empty kitchen chair and buried his face in his hands. What happened? He heard the sound of heavy footfalls coming down the stairs and he raced out of the kitchen and out in front of the stairs. Lance shuffled down the stairs, a brown bag slung over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked softly, choking back tears. It was obvious but he didn't want to face it.
"I'm leaving." That was his simple answer that made Pietro want to die.
"You're what?" he choked on the words. Lance brushed passed him and stopped at the door. Pietro couldn't move. It was as if he were glued to the floor. He couldn't move, speak, or do anything. Just sit there, silent tears streaking his pale cheeks.
"I'm going to leave Pietro," Lance said quietly, barely audible. Pietro shook his head and tried not to think. It hurt too much to think.
"You can't Lance," Pietro said, almost sobbed. Lance turned to him. His eyes were glassy and Pietro wanted to kiss him, hug him, anything to stop the pain. But still he could not move. Lance was just standing there. It was as if there was something between them that wouldn't let them touch. But there was. The silence, the lies, the deception, everything that went wrong in their relationship.
"Why can't I go Pietro?" there was a hint of anger in his voice but it was mixed with sadness. Why couldn't Lance leave? Pietro knew. Because he loved him, and he couldn't let him go. He couldn't live without Lance's warm touch. He tried to say it, tried to say he loved him but he couldn't move, couldn't speak.
"You don't know?" Lance sounded heartbreakingly sad. Pietro stood there, silently crying. Lance just opened the door and with one last sad look at Pietro, walked out the door and shut it. As soon as the door shut Pietro's knees buckled beneath him and he fell to his knees, sobbing into his hands.
"No, no, no," Pietro repeated the words to himself over and over, but it didn't help no matter how many times he said it. Lance was gone, and Pietro couldn't bring him back.
*SEVERAL MONTHS LATER*
Pietro dribbled across the court with ease, dodging every player in his way. He jumped up, the ball in hand and slammed it into the hoop. There was a series of loud cheers from the audience and he grinned smugly. But the whistle blew and he ran back into position again. Two shots later the game ended and they had won another game.
He jogged into the locker room, and got dressed with normal speed. These days he just didn't have the heart to use his mutiny. Not since Lance joined the X-geeks. He was still with the brotherhood and they had a few new members but none replaced Lance. Pietro left the room without a word. No high fives, 'good jobs' or anything. Basketball seemed to be the only thing that took his mind off of Lance, but after the games he was just as depressed and lonely as before.
He walked out of the locker room but stopped dead in his tracks. Lance was leaning against the wall. He didn't know Pietro was standing there yet. The tears stung in his eyes. Lance suddenly turned his head and looked right at Pietro. Their eyes met suddenly for and electrifying second but Pietro quickly turned his head and broke the gaze.
"Pietro," his voice sounded distant and abnormal. Pietro shook his head and ran away from Lance. He couldn't stand to see him. It hurt too much. He decided to go tot the one place noone would find him. He was on the roof in a matter of seconds leaning against the brick, tears leaking from his eyes. He never expected to see Lance again, but he had just showed up unannounced, bringing back painful memories and emotions Pietro had locked away forever inside himself. But Lance had the key to his heart. (AN:EEP corniness^-^)
He slowly began to hit his head against the brick. Each time his head connected with the brick it erased a thought in his head and in a bizarre way it made him feel better. He heard a flapping of wings and he looked over at an owl perched on the roof top railing. He glared at it as it cocked it head to the side, ruffling it feathers.
"What are you staring at!?" he shouted startling the poor thing. It gave an indignant 'hoot' and took off, flying into the night. Pietro wished that was his mutiny. Flight would help him escape his problems. He leaned against the railing and suddenly a searing pain shot through his arm. He pulled it away from the railing and looked at it. Deep crimson blood was seeping from his arm. He looked at the railing and a razor blade was sticking out of one of the cracks. That was strange. He picked it up and looked at it. The silvery metal was stained with his blood. He looked at his other arm and lifted his wrist. He drew the razor blade slowly, painfully across his wrist. He cried out as the tears once again spilled from his azure eyes. But it felt good. And he deserved it. He deserved all the pain he ever received. The blood dripped from his arm and onto the ground. He repeated the slow painful process over and over until finally he collapsed from the blood loss and lay there, breathing heavily and crying silently.
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Another chapter done! Thanks for all who reviewed! And a HUGE thanks to my BEST friend Lavender A.K.A Kickassangel! Thanks sweety!
--Avalanche Maximoff--