Dynamite Kid and the Green Butterfly
An- This story is actually almost over. This post has to be the quickest I've updated this story. Special thanx to lovelylauren10, beachblondi101, zanessa4evr12, HisDelilah , BabiiVFanForeva, Chantelle-Bestie, ..Seraphina.x., bluebirdy07, br00keloveswildfire, taywrites, Splitster7, FaithlessGirl, smartgirl231814, Midnight113, and n3v3rFoRg3txiLy for reviewing the last chapter and sticking with me. It means a lot. I tried to make this chapter longer, but I'm afraid it's about the same length.
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Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own.
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Chapter Eight
"Gabriella? It's mom." Magdalena's voice said as I answered my phone. Was she seriously still calling herself that?
"I'm sorry, who is this?" I replied. I heard her sigh before she spoke again.
"It's Magdalena Montez. My husband and I adopted you about 18 years ago." That's more like it. I feel like that was the first true statement ever to come out of her mouth.
"Oh hello!" I greeted with fake enthusiasm. "How are you?" Another sigh.
"Ella baby, please come home. Mario and I miss you." The tone of her voice made me feel sad. For a minute, I missed them too. As much as I hated to admit it.
"Mo-Maggie, I need to do this. It means a lot to me." I've got to work on the whole, 'not calling her mom' thing.
"Ella, you're too young to be married." Married? I groaned. Taylor must've told my parents. "Besides, I think you should wait. Now isn't the right time."
"Why not?" I asked. I already had an idea of what she was going to say. Probably something about how our relationship was already rocky and that history could repeat itself, and blah, blah blah...
"I think you may be unintentionally using him as a coping mechanism...a way to deal with the anger you feel." Anger? Is that what she thinks this is?
"Anger isn't what I feel right now, Magdalena. It isn't even close." I growled.
"Sweetie-" I cut her off. I was no where near done.
"You and Mario betrayed me. My own parents lied to me for eighteen years! You know, most parents tell little lies. The ones they're supposed to. For example, the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus, and the flippin' Tooth Fairy. And yeah, they lie about where babies come from, but those are lies to make our childhood enjoyable, and give us something to look forward to. But I don't believe that any of the other parents actually lie about who they are and where that child came from!" My eyes were starting to tear. How awesome is that?
"We were only doing what was asked of us!" Mario commented. I heard 'mom' sobbing in the background. "Put yourself in our place."
"How about you put yourself in my place? I don't believe my biological mother asked you to lie to me." I scoffed. "And another thing, I would never use Troy. I've missed him like crazy the past few months and I'm not risking the chance of losing him again." I practically smashed the end button on my phone.
I was thankful that Troy wasn't with me. He might've found that last sentence a little too convincing, and I wasn't trying to scare him away. He'd driven us over to Officer Potts' house and told me to wait in the car. However, that was over twenty minutes ago. We still hadn't talked about that kiss, and I was almost dying to do so. We would be able to clear up all the misunderstandings and then maybe actually get back together. I turned when I heard knock on one of the windows.
"Are you Gabriella?" A blonde headed girl asked. She looked to be about twenty. "Troy sent me out here to get you."
"Where is he?"
"He's inside talking to my dad." Officer Potts was her dad? That didn't make any sense. She was a thin as a twig and he was bigger than a hippo. "You guys are apparently staying the night." She informed me in a bored tone. Staying the night? In a stranger's home?! This is how all the horror movies start out. Two unsuspecting teens go on a crazy road trip and then end up in the psycho killer's basement waiting to be chopped up and eaten!
We walked through the back door and into the kitchen. Troy sat at the table, laughing and eating cookies with Officer Potts. Nice to know he wasn't being murdered. Oh know! What if they're only trying to fatten him up?
"Officer Potts, Charlotte, Virginia, this is Gabriella." He introduced. "Gabriella, you know Officer Potts. This is his wife Charlotte, and their daughter...Virginia." I waved. If Troy thought that I didn't notice the pause he made when he said Virginia, he was mistaken. She was the one that came to get me. The way she dressed, in her short shorts and belly shirt, she didn't look like a Virginia to me.
"I was just saying to Troy that you guys could stay here tonight." Officer Potts said as he got out of his seat. "Save some of your money and buy yourselves a nice wedding present." Step one on creepy psycho killer's plan, entice us with a good idea.
"Sounds good to me." Troy smiled. Soon after that, he and Officer P. went out to get our bags. I sat at the table. I never let my eyes stay focused on the same thing for long. Troy came through the door carrying all of our bags. What exactly was the point of Potts going with him?
"Oh Troy, you're so strong." Virginia cooed. She made her way over to him. "May I?" She asked as she ran a hand down his arm.
"Be my guest." Troy smiled. It wasn't the polite smile, or the 'I'm creeped out by you' smile. It was a flirty one. What was going on?
"Wow!" She exclaimed as she gave his muscles a squeeze. "I bet you could bench me." She batted those eyelashes of hers at him.
"I'd love to try sometime." He smirked. Pardon me, but what in the hell is going on?!
"Um, Troy, sweetie, can I talk to you for a second...alone?" I asked. He nodded and Virginia reluctantly released him. I stood and opened the kitchen door. Troy followed me out and shut the door behind him.
"If this is about staying the night-"
"It's not." I stopped. "What's going on in there?"
"What do you mean?" Are we seriously going to go through it this way?
"You and Virginia." I answered.
"What about it?"
"Troy! Can you please stop doing that?!" I yelled. "The flirting you were doing with her. .."
"Yeah, so? What's the big deal?" Why is he being like this?
"The big deal is that I thought we were getting back together. Or did you forget that you made out with me before you met her?" I sneered.
"I didn't forget." He answered. "I also didn't forget the heartbreak that you put me through, Gabriella." Ah, so that's what this is about.
"I'm sorry. I just-I-" I was speechless.
"Why did you break-up with me?" I bit my lip. This was like the first time he ever asked me that out loud. Plenty of other people did, but he just let me be.
"I-it's not important." I answered.
"Like hell it isn't" He scoffed. "You broke my fucking heart!" He bellowed. I'm not gonna lie, I flinched. "It may not matter to you, but it's important to me."
"I-it'll only make things worse." I told him. The frown on face seemed permanent.
"How do you expect me to be able to make you happy now, when I don't know what I did back then that made you leave?" I sighed.
"It...your dad told me that you were worried about colleges and schools."
"So...?"
"He told me that you were trying to make your plans based on me, and that Albuquerque was the best choice for you. I told him that I wanted what was best for you and he said that you wouldn't listen. I-"
"You broke up with me because my dad told you to?" I shook my head violently.
"He didn't ask me to. We were having a simple conversation. He was asking me to talk some since into you."
"You and I never talked about college..."
"I figured it'd be easier that way. So when you came over..." Troy let out a dry laugh.
"Wow." He said. "Do you remember the day we broke up? Why I came over in the first place?"
"We were just hanging out..." I started.
"No, we were celebrating my birthday." No...that can't be right. I-I broke up with him on his birthday?!
"No...no it couldn't have been. I...I wouldn't..."
"Believe me you did." I wasn't surprised that he didn't look at me. He hadn't since he got out the car.
"I'm sorry." I apologized.
"That was a big day for me. I was so nervous when I went over your house. I was going to tell you that I loved you." My heart broke when he said that. What kind of person breaks up with a boy who loves her on his 18th birthday? A bitch.
"Troy..." I turned around and walked towards him. He only backed away from me.
"This was a stupid idea. This whole trip was. I should made you leave when you came through my door. I should've told you 'Oh well'."
"I'm glad that you didn't." I whispered.
"I'm not. Because of you, I'm stuck in some stupid town that's not on any map." He grumbled as he walked towards his car. I followed him.
"Troy..." I was trying to think of a way to calm him down.
"I've wasted my money and my gas on you and this stupid trip. Maybe you were right Gabriella. Maybe your mother doesn't want to be found. That's why she gave you up." I sucked in a breath. Did he know what he was saying?
"Please, take that back."
"For what?! It's the truth. I can't wait until we get home. You're going to pay back every cent. I can't believe I drove my car all the way out here for this!" That was it.
"You know what? I don't give a shit about your stupid car! I'll pay you back what I owe you. I'm sorry you feel like this was a mistake. You can call your parents and go back home."
"Fine as long as you pay for someone to take my car." Was that all he was thinking about?! That asshole! How could I ever have feelings for someone like him? "And I want that scratch removed."
"What scratch?"
"That one!" He pointed to the passenger side door. I grabbed a golf club from the back of Troy's car. I swung it at the door, creating a dent. "What the hell?!"
"Oh, I see it now!" I laughed. "Oh wait," I paused and hit the hood of the car. "you have one there too." Swinging the club over and over again, I managed to smash the windshield and the windows too. "Man, your car is just full of scratches." I laughed. It felt good to get some of that anger off.
"Are you insane?!"
"I must be. That's the only reason why my mother would leave me before she even knew me." I said as I dropped the club on the ground.
"What in God's name is going on?!" Potts yelled as he came outside. Looking around, I could see that they weren't the only people to come out of their houses.
"Potts, these two here were making a ruckus!" An elderly woman yelled. The officer sighed.
"I'm going to have to take you two down to the station." He said as he observed the car.
As bad as things were, I didn't care. I was already upset. What else could possibly go wrong?
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An- Yikes! I know that was a crazy chapter, but what happened was important to the story. A couple more chapters and we get to say goodbye. Comments? Questions? Suggestions? Anything you want to see happen, anything at all? You know what to do!
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