"We're just hangin around. Burnin it down. Sippin on some cold Jack Daniels"—Burning it down; Jason Aldean
chapter 4: Ours is a dream with dreaming
"Michelle! Michelle Freaking Weather-Seasons!" yells and incompetent buffoon as I try to make my way through the City of Immortals, and towards The Pub, where I can buy myself a drink.
"Holy cow! It's the Weather-Seasons!"
"Damn, she's f*cking hot!"
"F*ck, have you seen the size of her a**?"
The sexually insulting comments of the hormonal males wafted into my ears, causing my teeth to grit.
"Are they always like this?" asked Jack, causing my mood to dampen. I had forgotten he was following me, as a bodyguard should.
"I don't know, you used to be one of them, ask yourself that question" I retorted.
"Geeze Weather-Seasons, what crawled up your a** and died...again" asked a different voice, one that was owned by a ginger with bright green eyes: Geo.
"Oh shut your trap" I said with an eye roll, causing Geo to chuckle.
"Damn, and here I thought your walls had broken thanks to my charm" replies Geo, and the corner of my lips twitch upwards.
"What charm? All I see is a piece of sh*t" I fired back, causing Geo to smile.
"You wound me Weather-Seasons, I thought what we had was real" he responds, feigning hurt.
"Whatever Geo" I said, walking through the back entrance of The Pub, and undetected by any fanboys.
"Woah, Weather-Seasons, who's the hottie mctottie?" asked Geo, my eyebrows raising to my hairline.
"Geo?! What the heck, I thought you said you weren't gay?"
"Well..."
"Dude this is awesome! I finally have a gay friend!" I responded, wrapping my arms around the 16 year old.
"I am pleased to make you happy. So anyway, who's the hottie?"
"Oh you mean that piece of cow sh*t? That's -"
"The names Jack, Jack Frost. Personal Bodyguard of Michelle Weather-Seasons. I was hand picked" said Jack, stating it as if was the most important job in the world.
"Whatever Frost, go get me a drink" I said, but Jack didn't comply to my commands.
"No" he replied, and I scowled.
"Well, before you die, I just wanna let you know that I'm Geo and it was nice meeting you. So before I die of the sexual tension, toodles" says Geo, just before he exits the bar in a hurry.
"What do you mean, no? Just get me a f*cking drink" I almost yelled. Jack only gave me a hard look, reciting "No" once more.
"you know what? Screw you, I'll get it myself" I replied, hopping over the counter and grabbing me some Jack Daniels. I gulped down a third of one before heading to a private room.
On my way there, some f*cking jerk decided to play blind guy and practically grope my upper body. I knocked him out cold before heading to the private room. I closed the door behind me and sulked on one of the plush, couches by Armani.
I was angry, I was frustrated, I felt weak. Jack Daniels made me forget that.
The door began creeping open, I could feel my senses dulling.
"Pubbert, leave me be. I promise I'll pay you for the Daniels by the end of the week" I say with a slight giggle as I finish the first bottle. The alcohol is already getting to me.
"Pubbert? Isn't that the guy who owns this place?" asks Jack.
"Mhmm" I say absentmindedly can and then erupts in a fit of giggles, "Pubbert reminds me of puberty"
"Baby Doll, are you drunk?" asks Jack, rather worriedly.
"Drunk? Nahhhh" I reply, as he closes the door and then sits adjacent to me.
"Sweetheart, that isn't good for you" he mumbles. My heart does a little flip flop and I give him a lopsided smile. His eyes widen at my smile while his lips copy mine. I frown and drop the smile.
"What's wrong Baby Doll" he asks softly.
"You smiled"
"Is that a crime?" he responds with a chuckle.
"I suppose not, but it makes me sad"
"Why?"
"Because, guys never fall for me, they fall for the curse"
"Th-the curse?"
"Yeah, Aphrodite did it to me. Because I wouldn't accept the love from anyone. Not after he broke my heart" I explain, and he stares at me.
"What's the curse do?" he quizzes, and I know the exact answer.
"It makes guys like me. They bend at the flick of my wrist. And if I lead them on, they fall in love. If I break their heart, they die. Of heartbreak. And if I don't find my true love by my 418 birthday, I die too. I'm Incapable of love" I state. but then take another gulp of Jack Daniels.
"Wow. I-I didn't know about that"
"No one does, only the Guardians. It's to keep me safe, and the rest of the world safe too"
I finish the bottle and start another one.
"Baby Doll, let me see that" he says, trying to take the bottle from me. My reflexes see it coming, and I snatch it towards my chest, almost falling from my chair as I curl my legs up towards my chest.
"No! It takes the pain away"
"What's hurting you, sweetheart?"
"Everything. My pride, my heart, my promise"
"Wanna tell me about those?"
"No" I reply stubbornly.
"Why not?" he asks.
"It's quite personal, you'll hate me, think I'm a monster. Everyone eventually does, even my own siblings" I say with distaste.
"You can tell me Baby Doll, I won't-"
"Why do you call me Baby Doll and Sweetheart and all those other pet names?"
"Because I want to"
"But there must be a reason"
"How about a deal, I tell you why, and you drop the Jack Daniels?" he bargained, but I refused. The Jack Daniels were what took the pain away, the pain of not keeping a promise.
"Fine then, if you don't comply to my deal, you have to tell me about the pain" he suggested and the drunk me, she didn't realize that she didn't have to say a word, but she did anyways.
"I used to have more than three brothers. There were 6 of us in all. Seth, Josh, Noah, and I were all born a year apart, I was supposed to have a baby sister, but Mama suffered a miscarriage and my baby brothers, two twins, Michelangelo and Maximillion were born instead, a few years later. The age gap between us was rather wide, but I was closest to them as opposed to my other brothers.
They were twins in everything but their eyes, Max had blue eyes, Michael had green. My mother was Hispanic, so we had Spanish genes, but that's beside the point. Anyhow I took care of them, I felt as if they were my responsibility. I loved them so much. I died saving them, from a tornado that was a level 5 I think. I don't remember. I thought that I had lived a good life, saved my brothers, and I could live in the afterlife with my Uncle Hades and three brothers. The ones who died with me."
I sobered.
"I was wrong. I and my brothers became immortal...At one point, I went to visit them, Maxy and Mikey, but it was a huge mistake. I had forgotten about my evil stepfather and his daughters, but it seems as if my mother hadn't. She went back to him, and that where I found them. I was furious, for her going back to him. But I figured she had seen so many of her loved ones die, including my father, that I couldn't judge her. She had lost a few marbles after each one of our deaths you see" tears were flowing freely from my eyes at this point, I took another swing as a sob shook my frail body, but I had to finish, I had to.
"I silently watched them, for a few months. Maxy and Mikey, they weren't the same. They were more quiet, less enthusiastic, and I couldn't blame them. They had watched their four eldest siblings die in a freak tornado. Their therapist thought they were crazy when they talked about me, and how I fought monsters. I suppose it was their way of remembering me. Telling as many people as they could about their demigod sister. It wasn't until Tony's two daughters sought revenge on me, that I made myself seen
They tried chocking them in their sleep as a way to get back at me. They knew I was dead, so they took their hatred out on what I loved most. I was so enraged, so angry, that I appeared and beat the living sh*t out of those b*tches. They were so scared, and I was glad. But...but then my brothers saw me, and I knew I had screwed up. I told them, I promised I would watch over them, that they didn't have anything to worry about, and then I ran. I jumped through their window and dove into a nearby lake, my element, I couldn't bear to look at them, but not hug them, kiss their foreheads, or anything! it practically killed me. The next day, when I went to check up on them, I knew something was terribly wrong, I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find them. And then, I saw them. They were by the lake, and the girls were there too. They drowned them. And I never saw my brothers again. Those damn b*tches got away with it, and I knew killing them was out of the question, it wouldn't bring my brothers back.
So I vowed to protect every and any child worth saving, I vowed to avenge my brothers deaths, and somewhere along the line, I promised myself that I would not let anyone suffer because of me, I would protect myself in order for others to not have to worry about me, it was my promise" I said, taking another swing out of the now salty alcohol.
"Oh Baby Doll-" he started, but I chuckled humorlessly.
"That nickname is quite irrelevant you know. I am anything but a baby doll" i said scornfully as I took a last swing, finishing the second bottle or the third, I can't remember.
"Oh but you are sweetheart. You're kind, frail, delicate like a daisy and -"
"If I was a damn flower I'd be a f*cking rose!" I said.
"Why a rose?" he promoted and I smiled, though my smile held no emotion.
"Because, I may be pretty, but I'm a f*cking b*tch, and everytime you think you have me, my thorns will prick you until you bleed. I'm a beauty guarded by my walls" I explained and he smiled ruefully.
"Well then allow me to be the gardener who tames the rose" he says, and I scoff at his cheesy metaphor.
"I hope this is a f*cking dream. Better yet, it's probably a damn nightmare" I said, because he just said the exact words I wanted to hear for a long time.
"Hopefully it's a dream. It may not be the best dream, but you have to realize it. You have to realize that ours is a dream worth living"
And maybe he was right.
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what a depressing back story :/
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