.:Chapter 13: Consequences:.

.:"W-What?" I whispered, my eyes wide at her last statement. I shook my head:.

.:"No...":.

.:Darcy bowed her head and started sobbing. I felt like my heart had been cruelly ripped out, an aching hole in its place:.

.:"My father knew...he told me tonight...that my mother is a Casteel. They took in Fanny Casteel, one of your father's older children. And my father got her pregnant with me. My mother sold me to my father and Roslyn, as if I were really theirs," she whispered:.

.:Rage filled my veins, making me want to scream! To hit something! I glared at the air before me, my hands clenching tightly. Damn her father! Damn fate! Damn everyone!:.

.:"Why didn't your darling father just come out and say it?!" I cried, angry. He had known and he hadn't told us! Darcy looked at me, tears dripping down her cheeks. She looked like a wounded angel. Her wings were torn, her eyes no longer full of the innocence that had once filled those dark depths:.

.:"He didn't want me to know of his sins. And they are now mine. Because of my father, we will both go to Hell," she said quietly as my eyes blazed with hot ember flames!:.

.:"I don't fucking care anymore! I've tried so hard to follow the rules of God, and dammit I have! What have I gotten in return? Neglectful, abusive parents? A stepfather to molest me and rape my mother's sister? A love that is tainted? Take me to hell! I don't care where I go anymore! If your father bribes his way to Heaven, I'd gladly go the other direction without a second thought!":.

.:I started towards the door, feeling Darcy's hand on my arm:.

.:"Colvin, where are you going?" she asked:.

.:"OUT!" I huffed, brushing past her, into the cold chill of the night. I didn't feel the cold. I was too hot, too mad to even notice the cold. I walked, kicking at anything in my path, anything that wasn't breathing. I came to a deserted building made of brick and I felt fury overtake me. I screamed in rage as I beat my fists against the hard brick, not caring if my hands were bruised and bloody. I wanted to die! I wanted to fall in a ditch and never wake up! I started to sob uncontrollably, beating at the brick wall as if it resembled Fate:.

.:I felt the warm blood trickling from small cuts on my hands but I didn't stop. They ached from the pressure of slamming against the hard brick, but I couldn't stop. I swore loudly, screamed, sobbed. I felt my renewed energy diminishing until I pressed my forehead against the building, sobbing:.

.:All the energy left my body and I fell to the ground, my eyes catching the twinkling sight of stars. Stars had always fascinated me, filled me with hope, dreams. But those hopes and dreams were now shattered, fragments of broken promises, lies, and deciet scattered all around. Sneering faces laughing at the two lovers who weren't to be. I closed my eyes. I thought I was dead, and wished to God I was. I didn't want to wake up again. I didn't want to live without Darcy in my life, loving me as the young love. I had no one now. As always. I was alone again:.

.:"Colvin? COLVIN?!" a voice cried:.

.:Darcy...had she died too? Was she joining me to go to Hell, Heaven, wherever? My hand stretched out, wanting to grasp her. Who cared who was related to who when you was dead? Who cared about the truth when you entered the spirit world?:.

.:Why couldn't I see her?! I started sobbing again, was I blind? Was this my punishment for loving Darcy? For still wanting to be with her? Was I evil and sinful like her father told me I was?:.

.:"Colvin...oh God, no!" Darcy screamed, and I felt her body leaning over mine. I felt hot liquid trickling down my chest. My eyes struggled to open, but it felt as if cement had coated over my eyes. Finally my eyes popped open to find a head of dark curls sobbing uncontrollably over me:.

.:"Darc..." I breathed, as her face turned to mine, her eyes fearful and scared. She sobbed again when she saw my eyes was open and she pulled me into her arms, holding me tight. I felt like a small boy again, pressing against her, my face snuggled down to her stomach. I felt her hands in my dark hair and looked up at her tear-streaked, pale face:.

.:"God...I thought I'd lost you," she whispered fearfully. I winced at the irony. We had lost each other. Lost each other to deciet and lies. To cruel Fate that sneered it's ugly smirk at all the lovers destined to be seperated forever. Romeo and Juliet. Colvin and Darcy. I felt a shiver run through my spine; the cold air had gotten to me:.

.:Silently we stood, walking back to my house. When we returned, the light showed Darcy my bruised, swollen, bleeding hands. She gasped and pulled me into my bathroom, washing my hands gently. She wrapped them in bandages and the affectionate caring she was displaying made me burst into another shower of tears:.

.:"Oh, Colvin," Darcy whispered, holding me against her. We stayed like that for the longest moment, then she looked up at me, a sadness glinting in her dark eyes:.

.:"I-I have to go...home," she said, pulling away. I stood and followed her, my mood going sullen and angry:.

.:"You call that hell house home? How can you go back after knowing the truth? That you're darling father sinned and you are the result of it! That he lied to you! We are alike Darcy, in more than one way. We were both born unwanted, in different ways. Your mother didn't want you, neither did I. No wonder we are in love," I said:.

.:"We can't be in love, Colvin! We're related, it's wrong!" Darcy cried:.

.:"Then you lied to me when you told me that you loved me?!" I rasped, my dark eyes narrowing darkly:.

.:"I-I have to go," she stuttered, looking as if she would shatter into a million pieces if she stayed any longer. Because I loved her, I let her go. I watched her run to her car, watching as it drove down the road and disappeared:.

.:Darcy did not come to see me, nor did she call the next day. I felt like someone had stabbed me deeply in the heart and I wished I would die so I would no longer feel the pain of knowing Darcy and I could never be together. She didn't call me for the rest of the weak. My heart vanished and I became a walking zombie. Smiles were hardly seen on my face any longer, laughter was forbidden. I silently worked and stayed at home, not wanting to go out and enjoy myself, wanting to be alone. I didn't want to be alone, but the only person who filled my life with sunshine had been taken from me. And damn it, I wanted her back!:.

.:I hoped my heart would get over Darcy, but it didn't. The ache of loneliness and want deepened with every hour that she didn't come. Part of me was itching to go to her house, not caring what her father said to me. It was all his fault anyway. Bringing Darcy up, her wrapped in a cocoon of lies, just because he was ashamed of his actions:.

.:I came home from work one day to find Darcy sitting on the porch steps, hunched over, her eyes shut tightly. My eyes narrowed with confusion as I walked over to her. The sound of my approaching footsteps woke her and she looked up at me, her eyes glittering with tears:.

.:We didn't speak, only stared at each other with hungry wanting. My hand itched to touch her, my mouth burned in agony, knowing I would never taste her lips again. She bowed her head for a moment, as if guilty, then looked back up at me:.

.:"I have to tell you something," she said softly:.

.:"What now? Are we brother and sister now too?" I shot out sarcastically, regretting my words when I saw her wince. She stood up, glaring at me:.

.:"Stop blaming me! It isn't my fault we're related!" she hissed:.

.:"I know...Darcy...I'm sorry," I whispered, ashamed of my actions. She worriedly bit her lower lip and looked down at the ground for a moment, as if recollecting her thoughts. She looked back up at me, her dark eyes locking with mine:.

.:"Colvin...we weren't careful," she started slowly, biting her lip again. I feared blood would soon seep out if she kept biting it like that:.

.:"I know it isn't your fault...I mean, I wanted what you wanted. I wanted you, I didn't think of the consequences...":.

.:I sucked in my breath quickly. Oh, oh, she was ashamed of our love! Our tainted love! Her father had made her feel evil and ashamed, dirty like my whoring mother! I shook my head frantically:.

.:"No...Darcy, don't be ashamed of our love...we didn't know. It wasn't ugly...it wasn't! No one told us...our love was beautiful...our bodies and souls came alive. It can't be evil...don't think it was your fault!" I cried. She shook her head, her eyes not moving from mine:.

.:"That's not it, Colvin. Not at all. That isn't the consquences I was talking about," she said, making me even more confused. What could she be talking about if not guilt from our love?:.

.:"Colvin...I'm pregnant:.