as told by Mark
4 Aug.
I hoped a day had been enough time to wait before talking to Cade about what had happened. I try the handle.
Damn it they locked the door.
A locked door means she may or may not answer it. It means that I have a chance to run, and that would only make matters worse.
I knock.
Scott answers.
"Oh...uh...hi, Mark. I guess this is my cue to leave, good luck."
He quickly exits as I enter. She's no where to be seen, but I feel like I'm about to suffocate on the smell of cleaning supplies.
"Cade?"
No answer.
I find her in her room, sitting on the bed staring at her guitar. I tap on the door, but she doesn't flinch.
"How was shopping yesterday?" I tried and rather than asking how I knew, she looks at me,
"Oh, It was just great. Just what I needed after being placed merclessly in front of a verbal firing squad."
She says every word with the bitter sarcasm that I would normally hear from Roger.
"Cade..."
"What the hell do you want me to say, Mark? That it's alright? That I'm fine...it didn't mean anything...didn't bother me? Do you want me to break down in a retelling on how screwed up all this shit and stress is making me? Or how about...I don't know...what do you want me to say? What do you want to hear, Mark?"
She had gotten up and walked over the whole time she was screaming until she was so close to my face that if it had been anyother time, place, or situation I probably would have offered her a breath mint. The last time I had felt this intimidated I had been shoved against the wall by a wasted and high Roger screaming at me for hiding his needles. I couldn't look at her and I began to focus on the door frame.
"I'm...sorry...Cindy can be a bitch, I didn't know she would do any of that...what would you have wanted me to have done?"
"Something! Anything...thrown something, there was plenty of sharp and possibly mutilating ammunition on the table. Or, maybe saying something might have been a concept."
She shakes her head and backs down, her anger looking as if it were dissipating. She gently pushes her way around me, making her way towards the kitchen, and I cautiously follow. She leads us to the kitchen.
"Nothing we can do now, though." She starts tensely as she pulls out two bowls, placing them on the table.
"I could call and rip Cindy's head off. Better late than never, right?"
This earns a small smile and a shrug from Cade,
"What'll it achieve now? Nah...although the offer means a lot." She pulled out cereal.
"Cheerios? I'll take it Scott was in charge of the groceries?"
She nodds, pulls out the milk and two spoons before sitting down across from me.
A few moments go by as we begin to eat.
"Your parents are nice. You're dad reminds me of my..."
She looks at me cautiously.
"Of your dad." I finish for her.
"Is it odd for you to hear me call him that?"
I shrugged, I've never really thought about it before and I tell her so.
"Has Ella talked to about...when she wants the wedding?"
I looked at her, "Yeah, she wants to have it October, because..."
Cade's focusing on her cereal intensely and it clicks in my head.
"You knew? You know!"
"How're you taking it?"
It seems weird to be talking to Cade about this. "I really don't know, lots of worries, concerns."
"Well, you doing good when comes to helping with Kenna. I bet you'll be a great dad, but I really wouldn't know about any of that."
She states it matter of factly, not accussingly, not evily...just says it. I nod, understanding what she means and what she doesn't say.
"About the whole nearly biting your head off..."
"I deserved it."
"No, well, yes, you deserved what I said, just not how I said it."
I nodded and we went through a second round of cereal before Scott's head came around the corner.
"Is it safe now?"
Author's Notes:
You guys will not believe this, I was reading this (my) story on Friday, and when I got to the end...I was peed off it wasn't updated...'cos I wanted to know what happens. So yester day my brother calls, "Hey, when's 'Maybe We'll All See' gonna get updated?"
to which I reply "How would I know? I hope soon, I want to know what happens"
"(choice name)...You don't know what's gonna happen? you're the (choice word) author"
To which I hang my head in shame and reply, "Oh...right! I am aren't I?"
I swear I didn't suffer any form of head injury. So, forgive me my stupidity...and I hope that this chapter helps.
And I introduce my grandmother to RENT and the verdict stands that she likes it, (mind you she thinks Angel is a girl and that 'Take Me or Leave Me' is "a very strange song for sisters to sing about each other" but oh well, I tried)
I've began working on two more RENT fics...and those will be posted the same day I post the final chapter of this one...
So, until then.
Lils: That seems to be Noah's current purpose in (fictional) life...
BwayDiva: You're telling me... this might sound odd, but it's for a reason...
L.M.Ward: Yay! Wasn't very subtle?
Kelby: Good to hear from you again! Yeah, however, I've only been able to see it twice...my stupid computer, which won't show any visuals for the videos on the blog either...keeps blocking everything...
sam: Thanks! Hope you were able to read more, and that you liked it!
Coming Up:
1) Finding out who called Benny
2) They clean out the back room
3) The Wedding narrated by Roger (eventually)
while I have been trying to keep the narration steadily Mark there are going to be some cases and situations that requires someone else or multiple people, but I'll try to be clear
until next time, this is me...signing out.