Hey you guys and girls! Sorry that you had to wait so long to read this chapter! Without further adieu here is chapter 5.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. Or the song in this. I wish by Hilary Duff.
The truth of the past.
May stood under the shower, water caressing every inch of her body. The cold shower made her feel refreshed and energetic. The brunette turned and water coursed soothingly down her front. Her sapphire eyes opened and she washed off the foamy lather of strawberry scented soap. She thought about what had happened that afternoon.
Flashback!
May's mother turned to them and sat down on a couch across from them. A maid served tea and biscuits. May held her cup of steaming tea in her hands, the warmth seeping through the cup to her icy fingers…she was worried about what was to come. May's mother opened her mouth and started to speak.
"May's father, Norman had prayed for our first child for over three years. One day in early spring I turned out to be pregnant and he wished for a boy for hours on end until he finally came to bed. He always believed that his first born would have to be a boy .But when May was born…well Norman immediately loathed her and I. He blamed both of us and resorted to the abuse that Max and Cerulean told you about. On her tenth birthday everything took a turn for the worst. Norman pushed her into a brick wall in the garden, causing her to break her arm. He had spat at May and when everyone came to investigate about the birthday girl he stated simply: 'This is what I get when I breed with a peasant girl! A useless excuse for a living being. (May's hands had tightened around the tea cup at this moment and Drew had noticed it.) He had then walked away slowly, leaving May clutching her arm and glaring at him. Strangely the poor child had uttered no screams of pain and no tears of sorrow. Suddenly she stood up and grabbed a wooden handled rake and detached the rake part, leaving the pole. She had decided to use the pole. But first thing she did was astonishing. May had stood up and grabbed a rock in her hand, judged the distance, speed of the target and sent the rock sailing into the back of Norman's head. The party's guests at this point were either speechless from shock or gasping in astonishment. The rock fell backward as Norman came thundering back. May judged the speed and distance before grabbing the long wooden pole and twirling it above her head with one hand. Norman had laughed in his rage and made a joke of his daughter: 'Oh look! The pathetic girl child is going to try to fight me! I'll make it easy by having no weapon. I bet she won't dare to str-' The rest of the words were lost as his chin was snapped shut when May had pressed the butt of the pole underneath it. Norman just stood there stunned; May suddenly whipped around and knocked his feet out from under him. The end of the pole met his throat and she spat in his face and said to the audience: 'This is a man who teases, taunts and bullies others. He doubts females and thinks himself above all women and girls. You all heard him make a joke at and of me. I defeated him in two blows. I shall stand no more of this! I will be moving into the old Gamekeeper's Cottage with Max and Rosalie in the morning. I bid goodnight to you all, not only as Lady Maybelle (sp?) but as your friend May Maple.' With these words she handed the pole to a stable boy and walked away with the two younger sibling's hands in hers. The next day she was true to her words and moved out, taking Max and Rosalie with her. The Gamekeeper's Cottage was renovated and they had lived there ever since. My children still visit me regularly. That is the story Master Hayden. Are you ok Maybelle (sp?)? You look pale; do you need to lie down?" May's mother recited the story of the event as though it had just happened yesterday and not 3 years ago. May ran out of the room, her skin a pale white colour
Drew ran after her and somehow found himself at the cottage. May "sat" on her shins, staring emotionlessly at the ground of the driveway/walkway before her. The emerald haired boy stood beside her and cleared his throat. May stood slowly, her brunette hair swaying with her movements and turned to him. Her eyes held his; the sapphire orbs were captivating and beautiful. She suddenly hugged him fiercely. Strangely no tears or sobs came as she held him close to her; she just buried her face in the side of his neck. She felt like a taut spring in his arms and subconsciously put his arms around her and tightened his grip gently.
The green haired boy held her so gently, like he would a flower or an injured wild animal. He then let go of the weirdly behaving brunette quickly. May held on for a few more moments before letting him go gently.
"Thanks, I thought I would never be able to breathe again because of your 'hug'. You sure are very interesting Masy...could a girl actually fight like that? I think your mother has gone crazy." Drew covered up his blush with the comments, but realised he'd overdid it when May looked at him like a wounded animal and walked towards her home slowly, hands shoved deep in her pockets.
The door was flung open by Cerulean (who spend all her spare time with Max and Rosalie now), who ushered May in and beckoned for Drew to come in too. May shoved Cerulean aside gently and ran inside. Cerulean shot him a questioning glance and walked back inside. Drew soon joined Max, Rosalie and Cerulean in the living room of the cottage. The warm yellow and cream colours greeted him and Drew sipped some cordial, engrossed in his thoughts. (I'll leave those to your imagination.)
End Flashback!
May stood under the showerhead and washed her hair quickly. She dried herself quickly and dressed in a pretty sky blue shirt with a pair of jeans and a navy blue parka over the top of the t-shirt. She scooped up her still wet hair and began towel drying it brusquely. May walked into her room upstairs and smiled. She visualized her room: three cream walls and a scarlet one as a feature wall where her bed was. The crimson bed sheets gleamed with a silky sheen as they adorned the bed. A small wooden desk was in the corner opposite the bed. A pink lamp sat to the right of the desk and text books lay scattered on its surface.
May sat on the edge of her bed and finished drying her hair. A knocking sounded on the door of May's room and May started violently.
"Who is it?" May called softly.
"It's Cerulean…May I come in?" A gentle reply came from behind the door. The knob twisted and the emerald haired girl came in. Cerulean's blue eyes were tinged with worry and subtle interest.
"What do you want Cerulean?" May's soft voice filled the room as she reached out to hug the girl before her. Cerulean complied and they heard another knock on the door before Drew strode in. may walked to the window sill and sat on the window seat below it.
"If a person is pronounced crazy and it is proven, then don't the daughters get the mental problems?" May turned to Drew and he felt an intense sense of foreboding. May's eyes were an intense blue, sparkling with an icy blankness that came with barely suppressed rage.
"I guess you could say that. Has your mother been proven crazy? If she hasn't then you have nothing to worry about." Drew looked a little nervous as May strode towards him and smiled softly.
"She has been called that yes, but it has never really been proven. Being crazy is seeing things in a different way to 'normal' people." May took his hand and led him into the spare room. A picture frame stood on the bedside table.
May picked it up and showed Drew the photo it contained. A younger, healthier and happier version of May's mother was revealed along with her three children smiling at the camera.
"This is mother before her parents died. I never knew them, but I mourned for them all the same." May explained to Drew, who gave her a questioning look at the mention of May's grandparents. She smiled and put the photo back down. Drew had grown to like that smile…and the person who gave it willingly.
May watched as a large black limousine came down the driveway. The younger siblings all crowded down into the living room as a man in a suit holding a briefcase stepped out of the limo. He knocked on the door and let himself in. A hostile tension filled the room when the man sat comfortably in a chair. May watched him blankly.
"I come on the behalf of the now deceased Norman Maple. I have come to tell you what he left you in his will. He left-" The man cleared his throat and started to speak before being interrupted by a furious May.
"We do not care what he left us! He was a scum bag that walked on this Earth because he was too evil for the Devil and God himself. We've had enough of his crap over the years. Give everything to mother. She deserves it after the hell he's put her through. If you have nothing more to tell Max, Rosalie or I then please leave before I get nasty." May's voice rippled through the room and the notes dripped with a combination of hatred and defiance.
"I also come to see you about Rosalie. She needs to go to a special school, not be schooled at home." The solicitor tried again only to be discouraged viciously by Rosalie. She didn't like the way he had said 'special school'.
"I am blind, not deaf you bozo! I ain't need no special school for the blind. I have been taught Japanese, which is more than I can say for your achievements. I know what I need. You are not me, therefore you know nothing of what I need or want. I enjoy being taught at home. Year 7 work is easy, especially mathematics and english. But science is my favourite subject out of all of them. That's why I'm already a scientist in the field. Max and I are researching the local Pokémon groups, focusing on fire types. Now get out of my 'sight' and our home!" Rosalie felt the vibrations of the man going outside, the door slamming and the limo driving away.
Cerulean cheered and whooped, rejoicing that the solicitor was gone. Drew was smirking and talking with Max. May smiled and slipped out of the room unnoticed, Cerulean following soon after. Singing was heard as it echoed down the stairs and into the living room. The singer was just singing vowels. (a, e, i, o, u.) Drew stopped talking to listen and noticed that May and his little sister were missing from the room.
Drew excused himself from Max and Rosalie's company and headed up the stairs. He stopped half way to listen to the singing. Drew was surprised to find that it wasn't on a CD. The emerald haired boy climbed the rest of the stairs and knocked on May's bedroom door. Cerulean answered and May was sitting cross legged on her bed with a sheet of music in her hands.
The brunette smiled slightly, her head slightly tipped to the side. Her nod of admittance was amusing to Drew, but he covered this as Cerulean sat cross legged on the carpeted room and began to sing as May handed the younger girl the sheet of music. Drew looked from his sister's bent emerald head to May listening appreciatively in awe. Cerulean had never sung a note around her brother or any of her family before. Drew closed his eyes and began to listen: "I wish that I could be like I was before. I was riding high but now I'm feeling so low." Cerulean coughed and took a sip of water from her drink bottle. May clapped and grinned.
"That's enough for today Cerulean!" May said, giving Cerulean a hug and a high five before encouraging the emerald haired girl to go down to the living room.
Drew grinned at his sister, but the grin disappeared as soon as Cerulean was gone.
"How'd you get her to sing?" His voice rang out harsher than he had intended and May's grin vanished.
"I acted like an older sister and encouraged her to sing. You should have thought of it sooner if you ask me." May barely veiled the stinging comment, smiling vaguely.
Drew smirked and flicked his hair.
"At least I am her older sibling." His arrogance was stronger than ever. May narrowed her eyes and her hand came into contact violently with his cheek. His emerald head moved sickeningly to the side. Drew's smirk had disappeared and he grabbed her wrist. Drew hadn't realized how strong he was and he had pulled her off the bed and onto the floor. May's hips straddled his own and her head was pulled down too. Their lips connected and feeling shot through them like lightning. A dark blush grew on both of their faces. Their tongues played around in each other's mouths and they seemed to like kissing each other.
"Oh…are we interrupting something? Is this a bad time?" Max and Cerulean were standing in the doorway. Drew and May flew apart and blushed fully red.
Oh! Gosh that was an 'interesting' chappie now wasn't it? Geez, there's another kissing scene in this one! Aww! –glares at Max and Cerulean- They ruined it!
Ok…rant over! Sorry for the long wait! R & R!