-frown- There's an awful lot of crying going on lately..-frown- Sorry.. I will solve the problem in my brain soon!
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Chapter Ten
He pulled away from the kiss, hugging me. He buried his face in my hair.
I heard him mumble, slightly muffled.
"I….miss….gone….worried…..scared….." he mumbled, his voice cracked and he started to cry a bit.
I hugged him tight and took his head in my hands.
"Don't worry. I'm never, ever leaving." I wiped away his tears with my thumbs, he took my hands off his face and kissed me again.
We were still sitting on the roof as the sun rose. Fang had his arms around me, one of my arms was around him, the other on one of his hands sitting on my waist.
The sky turned gray, then almost a white before light blue. The sky near the sun, in between the trees, was tinged pink.
We watched as it turned red, orange, yellow. The same Autumn colors that had been on the tree leaves earlier a few weeks before, now the trees were stark naked.
Pines and other evergreens sat mixed in with the naked trees. They looked as if they were waiting for spring to come again, to clothe their bare bodies.
The sun warmed us as it climbed the sky, a light warmth, but still there.
It was getting late already.
I started to get up, Fang standing with me.
He took his hands off my waist but still held my hand as we skidded down the roof.
He jumped first, landing softly and holding his arms out to catch me.
I jumped, trusting him and landed right in his arms. He brought me close again and gave me another soft kiss before he took my hand and started to walk around the side of the house.
I let go of his hand and stepped closer, putting my arm around his waist once more. I saw him smile, a true one. His eyes sparked with happiness.
He put his arm around me and we walked in the door together.
My arm dropped from his waist as I saw the huge mess in the front room.
There was food on the walls and scorch marks on the fake wood wallpaper. It had burned through in some places, the concrete visible.
The couches and armchairs were on their sides, some had legs broken off, others backs. I saw chairs that had been blown to bits, splinters everywhere.
The fireplace was missing bricks, huge chunks taken out of the front.
The coffee table was lying in bits on the floor, some even in the doorway to the hall.
Plants were on their sides with dirt spilling out. I even saw one of my ferns lying on the other side of the room, totally independent of its pot.
Debris was strewn all over the floor, bits and pieces of everything that had meant something to me.
I sat on the floor, stunned.
Fang rushed to the kitchen, towards the flock's voices.
He took a last look at me as he entered the hallway.
I heard him in the kitchen, talking to them.
Iggy rushed through, Gazzy at his side and laughing hysterically. The cry girl walked in a second later, a huge evil grin spreading across her face.
There was no sign of Max and Angel but Fang barreled through them, just as I heard Gazzy say, "Good one, Nudge."
Nudge.
The one who was getting so much amusement from this.
I shut my mouth as she said something to Iggy and giggled.
Iggy frowned and rushed to my side, almost beating Fang. They both grabbed a side of me and brought me up to my feet.
I caught a glimpse of the pink, yellow, and blue vase Father had made me, a chunk of it. And it wasn't too big of a chunk.
Tears came to my eyes as Iggy and Fang started pushing me towards the kitchen.
Fang wiped them away roughly, leaning close to my ear and whispering.
"It'll be alright. It's ok. Stop crying, please?"
He kept brushing away tears that kept coming as I remembered the vase.
He had made it so carefully, taking days to sculpt it perfectly, carve it, and put it in the fire. He had taken hours to paint the thin lines perfectly, a heart on the side. I had asked for it especially.
He made it just for me, there was only one like it in the world.
We came into the kitchen. Fang sat in a chair hurriedly and pulled me into his lap.
Max and Angel were busy cleaning the leftovers from breakfast, washing the dishes in the sink.
Max glanced at me and Fang, a smile burst onto her face. She was quite obviously pleased.
The tears finally stopped as I leaned into Fang, my face on his chest.
He held me tenderly, like a fragile thing that was prone to breaking.
And there had been a lot of tears lately. So I guess he had reason.
Angel sat in the chair next to me, Iggy was still standing.
Max turned around, wiping her hands off on the rag, leaning against the counter.
"I'm really sorry, Nudge just.." Iggy shook his head. He was apologizing for something that wasn't his fault.
"She doesn't normally do things like this," Max frowned, "Usually it's Iggy or Gazzy."
Angel piped in.
"Yeah." She nodded, sure that Iggy and Max were right. She pulled my hand off of Fang and held it.
I brushed my thumb back and forth over her tiny hand.
"It's fine. I've just got to figure out how to clean all this up."
"We'll help!" Angel replied brightly, excited.
I thought about it. It would get cleaner faster and I could try to get Nudge out, so she couldn't do any more damage.
I should talk to her, my brain said. But it was only in my nature to avoid conflict, unless absolutely necessary. Like that hunter. I shivered just thinking about it. I had been angry to the point of ripping him to shreds.
I nodded, thinking. It would take a while to get this straightened out.
Gazzy and Nudge walked in, completing the picture.
She was still smiling and Iggy just looked at her and shook his head again, sadly.
Angel beamed and told Gazzy they were all going to help clean up.
Max sat down, a pen and piece of paper in her hands.
"Ok. We need to make a list. What do we have we can use, what we need. Suggestions?"
Iggy said, "We need wallpaper, something better than that flimsy stuff you have. We also need superglue for the chairs, so we can put them back together."
Angel looked up at me, the smile still glued to her face. "We need to get more dirt for the plants, and new furniture, too." Her tone bounced up as she got even happier. She must have a lot of ideas.
Nudge hid a smile behind her hand as she said, "New bricks and cement too." She looked at me, her eyes gloating.
She giggled and I got up, ready to punch her lights out.
I couldn't believe she did this. A bomb. In my living room.
Red spots swam in front of my eyes, my hands making fists. Fang stood up awkwardly, turning to Max, talking about the project and how to start.
Nudge was just leaning there, a glint in her eyes as she giggled.
Nudge and I stood there as the kitchen emptied out. She sauntered towards me, an evil half smile on her face.
She looked smug.