Without You
chapter 6
Marissa Matthew's Pov
I moved the blade closer and closer to my arm. It just barely touched my skin when Two-bit came barging into my room yelling that we were not done talking. He saw the blade and his face changed it an instant. He no longer wore a face full of anger, but of concern. His eyes said that he felt responsible. It was his fault though. He didn't have to yell at me. He hardly knew me and what my life has been like. All he knew was what he remembered from when we were younger, and a few of my friends. He don't even know about how it was for me when Daddy died.
If he never yelled at me, I wouldn't be feeling so awful. Plus, it's not my fault that I left Soda. If Soda was being more like himself, I wouldn't of ran out. I felt like hell and I knew that for the past couple days I was acting like a bitch.
Two-bit walked over to me, and started to say, "I'm sorry." But I wouldn't listen to him. He tried to take the blade out of my hand but I had a tight grip on it. While he was wrestling me for the blade, I was yelling things like "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" or just the simple "LET GO OF ME!" I felt defeated so I let go of the knife and tried to be calm and Two-bit sat on my bed.
I don't know if I was imagining it, but I though I saw a few tears rolling down his cheeks. "Why are you doing this?" he asked me. The calmness left me in a flash.
"I DON'T KNOW? MAYBE BECAUSE YOU WERE YELLING AT ME! OR MAYBE BEACUSE MY LIFE IS SO SHITTY! OR MAYBE I WANT TO GO BACK HOME!!!!!" I shouted while trying to throw books, pens, and anything else on the desk at him. Then I finally realized what I said. I said home. Does that mean that this still isn't home. My friends and parts of my family were still at home.
I think Two-bit thought the same thing. He had an expression on his face that I couldn't explain and then he stormed out of my room. All I wanted to do was talk to Daddy. I went to my dresser and pulled out a book full of pictures and memories we shared.
I opened up to the first page, and there was a picture of us in front of our new house when we first got to California. Then a picture of him, me, and Corey at the baseball field. My vision got more and more blurrier. I saw tons of pictures of me and Corey. Some from when we were little and our first date.
Then there was a picture of me on the sidewalk waving good bye to a car, when Corey was leaving. I started to cry even more at the memory of Corey leaving. Farther along in the book, was more pictures of Daddy, Lisa, Lindsay, and me on their Wedding day and on other occasions. The other pages were of Adam and me. On our first date, all of the Homecomings we went to, and other times.
The last page was of Daddy's funeral when I was saying my speech about him. I don't even remember putting that in there. A storm of rain clouded my face. I just couldn't accept Daddy being dead. How could he? It was just last year that he taught me how to drive. It was just six weeks that he took me on a Father-Daughter trip to Disney World. It was just three weeks ago that I got sent home from school and Lisa saying that he died.
I was closing my memories when some writing caught my eye on the back of the last page. It read:
Dear Marissa,
I know how hard it must be for you right now. Although, I think I know how to change that. Go to the phone immediately and call 947-8684. Then you'll be happy, I'm sure of it.
-Love,
Lindsay Horwitz
So I picked up the phone and started dialing the number. I wish I knew who it was though. I started to shake more after each ring. Finally a familiar voice picked up, "Hello, Richmond residence. This is John speaking."
My phone dropped. Lindsay knew his phone number. I can not believe she kept it from me. How did she know where to reach him?
"Hello?" John said again. "Hello?"
"Mr. Richmond, this is Marissa Matthews. I used to live near you when you lived in California."
"Oh, Marissa! It's been a while since we last talked now hasn't it. How are you dear? The boys are just out getting dinner. They should be back soon though."
I remembered his youngest son Austin. He is three years youngest than me. "I'm OK I guess. My dad died so I'm trying to be better. How are you?"
"Wow. I'm sorry to hear that. We are all OK here. Did you move out of California?"
"Yes I did. I moved back to Tulsa with my mom."
"Really. We live in Stillwater. It's only a thirty-minute drive. I go down there a-" "Dad, dinner's here," someone interrupted.
"Pick up the phone," Mr. Richmond said to one of his sons
"Hello," he picked up.
"Hi Corey, it's me. Marissa Matthews. Do you remember me?" I said shakily (if that's a word. I always thought that petted was a word, but whatever.)
"Marissa," he whispered. "Hey. It's been years since we talked last. What's new?"
"Daddy died a couple of weeks ago. So I moved back to Tulsa to be back with my family."
"Oh I'm sorry. You know Tulsa's not that far away. My car doesn't work that great, but if you want. You can come here tomorrow or something. Bring your family and friends too if ya want. You told me about them, and they seem nice, so bring them along. Is that okay?"
"I would love to. They all would love to. What's your address?"
He told it to me, and I got ready to see my prince again. I just hoped that my friends and everyone would like to go. So, I decided to tell them all at dinner which would be-
"Marissa, dinner," Two-bit called.
-now. I'm sure that they would all agree.