Twilight and It characters are owned By Stephanie Meyer... But Lilah and Lisa are all mine.
I delicately picked up my phone, like it was a bomb about to go off and you only and 30 seconds to disenable it. I let it ring till it stopped... there was silence, complete and utter silence. It was the kind of silence in which everybody was holding their breath to see what would happen next. And then like a bomb going off by phone rang again. Jumping in surprise I feel off my bed and catapulted my phone across the room. In horror I ran towards the phone. I looked at the caller ID…again...and again. There were three unmistakable letters shown, M O M. To some this caller ID wouldn't mean much because you get a call from your parents every day and if you're a girl this number is your saving grace in fashion emergencies or in the most important one, advice with boys. But like I said seeing my mom for 1 day out of one month is the most I get. Me, personally I am fine being totally alone. I love when it's just me, Lisa, Peanut and Henry, I'm comfortable with it. I know that may seem harsh, but when you get used to seeing you parents once maybe twice a month, they start to become stranger in your home, sometimes when I have had a good day, everything was looking up and they come along I feel as if they are intruding this peace I created, or have attempted to anyway.
I look at the phone again it was still ring (on it third ring by know), and pressed the answer key.
"Hello." I say attentively.
"By God, It should not take three calls for you to finally answer me!" The voice said on the other side of the phone sharply.
"Sorry, I was in the bathroom…you know how duty calls and everything." I say making it up.
"Still not an excuse, she muttered, but any way, I am coming home tonight…. So is your father…"
I can't breathe, I can't fucking breathe. Holy shit I am going to fucking die. Holy shit, Holy shit, HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I think to myself. Come on Lily in, out, in, out, in, out, come on breathe with me. My conscience says to me, and even I could feel the worry in her voice by what my mom says to me. My mother is coming home….with my father. Warning bells were ring in my head.
"…there is something me and your dad need to talk to you…Lilliana have you even been listening to me." She says exasperated. I frowned, this was new my mother was never exasperated, but then again I only had 12 days out of the whole year to really getbto know my mother.
"Just…, she sighed, we will be home in an hour and an half hour."
With that she hung up.
After the brief, and oddly weird conversation with my mother, or at least weird to me I went into overdrive. Lisa and I had an hour and a half to make this house shine and sparkled like Dorothy's red ruby shoes, and food prepared. When I told Lisa about the conversation with my mother a look of worry dotted her own forehead, but went right away to cooking supper.
By the time the hour and half rolled around the house was spotless, and lasagna was being put on to the table ready to be eaten with a nice caser salad and breadsticks. Honestly, why Lisa stick with just being my cook and not opening her own restraint is a mystery to me. I had changed into a nice floral pink colored sundress with cream colored flats. My hair was in a messy, blond bon. When I just finished putting the silverware in their correct places, a door opened.
I turned around, towards the dining room entrance. I listened as two pairs of footsteps came towards me. One pair where clacking against the marble floor, while another was making a soft taping noise. When they came into the dining room, my eyes went wide. Now I feel as if I should explain myself, but for reasons I cannot explain, what I saw before was not my parents, or at least the parents I knew, No the people in front of me were….smiling. Not just smiling, but smiling…at each other….and holding hands. As if… they loved each other. I pinched myself, nope that hurt.
The only answer is I am in the Twilight zone. That is seriously the only answer I could come up with. Because the parents I know could barely be in the same room together, let alone be smiling at each other,…. in that way. I blink a few times too, just to make sure I wasn't just making things up in my head.
But proof has shown me by my mom's blond hair and by dad unmistakable brown eyes that I had inherited from both, that the two, where in fact my parents. They had finally come out of their stupor of one another when Lisa came in with some lemonade and wine.
"Hello, Honey." My father greeted to me, with that same stupid, dopey eyed smile.
"Hello?" I replied confused.
"Please, mother started, let's sit down, why don't we."
"Yes, yes, yes…., He said in a way that made it sound like my mom just had the smartest and grandest idea. I glanced bewildered over to Lisa; she gave me the same bewildered look.
"So Honey how was school?" My mom asked, alright closer to what I am used to.
"Alright." I replied. She nodded accepting my answer. After having small talk after a few minutes over how delicious Lisa's cooking was, grades and how my summer was going we retired to out parlor.
Yeah I know a parlor… tell me about. An awkward silence enveloped us... Or at least me as the two new love birds where looking at each other…. all loving and that jazz. I was getting so damn confused. Seriously, I thought to myself. After looking between my parents and their love birdy ness I thought I was going to throw, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Going straight pass the bathroom and into the kitchen I burst open.
"It like the freak'n twilight zone out there!" I say to Lisa. "I mean seriously, who are these people. By god there must be a reasonable answer for this madness."
"Maybe they have reconnected, Lisa suggested I looked at her with skepticism, "or maybe they finally realized they were meant for each other?"
This time I glared at her.
"Alright, alright, I admit their behavior is kind of… strange. But can't you think that over these past months that they could have possibly… somehow reconnected. I mean they did marry each other for each other." She said.
"How could you possibly say that, I say in disbelief, "you know how they are?"
"I do know how they are and I also know how powerful love can be, I mean look at me. Almost forty and found love…" She trailed off with a dreamy look in her eyes. And I have lost her.
"Sighing I grabbed a glass of water and started walking towards the parlor. When I got to the entrance of the parlor my parents were dancing. I remembered the song they were dancing too. When I was younger, the time before it was 12 days out of the years where I would see my parents, but every day they would dance to this song. I never knew the name but I always thought I was comforting. Not wanting to interrupt them I turned around, but I was stopped by my father's voice.
"Lilliana , would you stay. Your mother and I need to speak to you."
Cautiously I walked towards them. My mother and father were giving each other looks as if speaking to each other. Finally my father started.
"Lilliana I can understand how this can all seam….strange. But you must understand that your mother and I were having a rocking marriage. In fact we were going to have a divorce…"My dad said to me, by this time they were sitting on a love seat across from, while I was in a chair across from them.
"Short story hon, we went on a retreat that the court officials made us go to and while there we, well we fell in love with each other all over again. And most importantly we came here… to stay." I Blinked, and blinked. My father continued.
"And hon, we have some news…." My dad took my mother's hand smiling at her, she return his smile. My mom looked at me and then she told me the news. When she told me the first thing I did was stair at them for a good solid minute. I didn't even blink. Then I started to laugh. At first it was a light giggle, and then after a first good five minutes of trying to keep myself together, I full blown out started out laughing. Hearing the commotion of my laughter Lisa came out. By this time my parents were looking at me funny and asking if I was okay. I was laughing too hard to reply.
"What's so funny?" Lisa asked waiting for someone to reply. My mother was about to say something but I interrupted her.
"Didn't you hear the news; I said hysterically, "I'm going to have the pleasure of being a sister!"
Lisa's jaw dropped. I started into hysteria all over again.
"Lily please stop, you're frightening us, my mother said.
"Darling, please are you okay?" My father asked worried. Am I okay. AM I OKAY!
"Oh yes, I snap, "I am so freaking peachy right now. I mean who wouldn't want to find out that after 18 years of dealing with your bullshit, praying that you to would finally divorce each other, that you two finally realized that you love each other and that you want to one big happy family. Not only that but just before my senior year, and to top the cake of your pregnant. So yes I am just so fucking peachy!" With that I ran out of the room straight out to my back yard and into the woods.
I ran and I ran, somewhere along the way I lost my flats. Twigs and branches were scratching me, tearing my dress. I didn't care though. I was so passed that, I mean honestly how dare they, how dare they come and…I didn't know I stopped running until I realized I had started to sob. Leaning against a tree I slid down it. I just let it come out the tears, the anguish… the heartbreak.
People say the first heartbreak is the worst. But I think there wrong; I think the worst heartbreak is from the person or persons you would least expected. I mean everyone know that you're your bound to get your heartbroken by your girlfriend or boyfriend, but not your own family. They are supposed to pick you up if you'd get your heart broken, not break your heart. And that's what my parents have done, and it has taken me 11 years to pick myself up, mend my shattered heart and accept the reality of my life. I got used to their 12 maybe even 16 day year presences. Then they just come in and barge into my life thinking that in one setting I would just forgive them and we could be one big happy family. Forgive them for 11 years of neglect and the loneliness. Of them making into me this way, this girl that cried for the first two years when they missed her birthday. The girl that found a friend in silence and the melodic symphony of painting, the girl that had grown comfortable with the life she had.
Sobbing I didn't hear the footsteps coming towards me until it was too late. Looking up I saw a very tall and muscled half-naked man. If it was some other time I would have screamed, because come on he could be an axe murderer. Or I would have jumped that because his six pack was… good god. Let's just leave it at that. There was just one thing wrong. Those piercing midnight blue eyes, right now they weren't as piercing as worried.
"What, I say glaring up at him through my tears," Haven't you ever seen a girl cry."
His eyes shot up, the he sighed. "Yes, actually I have. Just not out in the middle of the woods… in tatters." He said, making a point my looking at my clothes.
"Besides, why are you out in the middle of the woods? Don't you know how dangerous the woods can be at night?"
Dodging his question I got up and dusted off my dress, trying to compose myself. "What no smart remark on me ruing your life." He flinched at that. Good, I thought, I had enough problems as is.
"Which honestly I don't even get, I mean you look at me once and decide that I have ruined your life. When in fact I don't know you at all."
"Yes, and that's how I intend to keep it, " I don't know why him say those words kind of stung but they did, " I admit I was acting like a jerk to you and I'm sorry for that."
I was kind of surprised, maybe he does have a heart. He stared at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked annoyed. Why he is looking at me that way? I thought to myself.
"Well, I'm waiting for you to forgive me." And there's that arrogant Brady I know and hate so well. Huffing, I started walking away from him towards what I hope was a path to my house. God did I need a hot bubble bath…and sleep. I could sleep for days or even years after today.
"Hey where do you think you're going?" Brady yelled out towards me, it took him no less than three strides to catch up to me. Ignoring him I kept on walking.
"Lily I'm not joking around with you here." His voice became dead serious. Deciding I should probably answer him, I replied.
"I am trying to find my way home"
"Well, you're going the wrong way, "He said smugly, "Come on just let me help you home.
"I don't need your he—Ahhh." I yelp, tripping over a tree branch. Quick as lightning Brady was next to me saving me before I fell to my doom, or at least the woodsy ground. He was hot, and I don't mean physically (well he's that too, but that beside the point), but his skin was actually scorching. Not quite in a bad way, but in way that was kind of like a heater. I almost, and I say almost leaned into him. Don't look at me that way, in a summer dress, torn in shreds with no shoes on a cold forest floor were not the best combination.
"Yeah sure, could have fooled me with your tough girl act," He said chuckling at me, "now come on, let's get you home."
Letting go of me he started walking in the opposite direction was going. I felt cold when he let go of me, and somehow even hallow. I frowned, looking down at my arms where he held them.
"Are you coming or not Blondie?" Looking up I glared up at him. Grudgingly though I started to fallow him.
Half way through are walk in silence I couldn't keep it in anymore. I needed to ask him.
"Brady, what were you doing in the woods in the middle of night…shirtless?" I added in. Not missing a beat he replied.
"I could ask the same question, minus the shirtless part." I sighed exasperated.
"Well if you really want to know, I found out that my mother is pregnant." His eyes shot up, this caught his attention.
"Yeah, although my reaction was a little different." I added in bitterly. This time he looked at me, his expression unreadable.
"God, why I'm even telling you this is a mystery to even me." I said more to myself then Brady himself.
"Running." He said.
"What?" I asked confused.
"When I need to think, I run."
"Oh." So that's why he was out in the woods.
"Here you are." He said pointing my house off in the distance. He started walking away.
"Brady, wait," He stopped looking at me, this time the look on his face was, well it kind of looked pained as if he was making a hard decision.
"I just wanted to thank you, you know for taking me back home. "Do you think we could keep this evening between the two of us?" I asked, he nodded, and started to turn again, But I interrupted him.
"And…thank you, you know for taking me back home."
"Yeah you're welcome." He muttered out to me and then vanished into the forest, making me feel hallow once again. Sighing I started walking toward my house trying to figure out how I was going to deal with this whole situation.