Honestly, this was definitely not planned to happen. Like I said in "A Twist in My Story" everything that happens is as random as my mind. This chapter is pretty much the epiphany of that statement. Sorry I haven't been updating as often, life and school and band and winter percussion...well, yeah. Let's just leave it at, I've been pretty busy =). Hope you guys enjoy this update, as always. Its all for you readers XD!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, um, the Chelsea chick I introduce in this chapter is pretty important later on. Seems kinda random now, but yeah. Lastly, R.I.P Anna Nicole Smith and J. Howard Marshall. And thanks for letting me use you for what I think to be the somewhat hilarious begin of this chapter =).
The "----" means its still in the same person's POV, but there's been like time skipped. Whatever, you get it.
Disclaimer: I'm running out of witty comments for these....
Within seconds we jolted apart; frantically wiping our lips and making feeble attempts to spit in the garbage can. Unfortunately, we both missed horribly. And luckily for me, I'm sleeping on the floor tonight. Oh joy!
"Okay, do I even wanna know what the hell was up with you?!" I yelled, still trying to get the taste of all that is Spencer the fuck off of me!
"Crucify me! I'm a teenager that got left by her girlfriend like, a damn month ago! Excuse me for needing some sort of sexual release!" I almost barfed. No, seriously. Now I was literally grabbing the garbage can and holding it in front of me, just in case.
"I didn't need to know that! Not only am I still technically married, but I'm like 35 fucking years old, and your 18! This is some Anna Nicole Smith shit! And I refuse to be J. Howard Marshall!" Seriously! I'm the one that's turning into fucking dust and your the one with gigantic tits!
"Like I'm so happy about being the drunken-slut!"
"Why?!" I yelled over-dramatically as I looked up at the sky. Honestly, today was going pretty good so far. No random hand-shakes with God, and all that.
"Shut up. Since your stuck in this damned house, you kind of have to act like you're a part of it." She walked into the building that looked like it was completely filled to the brim with blue-eyed "creatures of the night."
"OH MY GOD!!!" Just as I was about to find an escape route, a blonde came forward and had Angela in a death hug before I even took the first step to start running.
"Chelsea, I can't breathe!" Ang managed to choke out; effectively getting the blonde off of her.
"What, am I not allowed to hug my bestest friend?!" Oh my God...she's...PREPPY! She's like a Madison clone without the ass!
"So, we gonna talk about what happened?" I asked from her windowsill. Her eyes shifted from the book she was reading over to me, then back again. This cycle repeated itself twice more.
"What's there to say? I kissed you, it was a mistake, I'm sorry. Happy now?" She angrily tossed the hard-cover to the floor and paced to her bathroom, then stomped her way to her current position next to her bed facing me.
"Not particularly."
"Great. then that makes two of us." She rolled her eyes and started pacing again. Only this time it was a smaller distance. "You're the reason that she left!"
I was taken aback by her sudden mood-swing. If anything, I was expecting her to start crying more than this. "Last I remember, I had nothing to do with either of you."
"Bullshit! You came in to school and told me all about her! Everything she'd been hiding from me since the God-damned day she left! You're the reason that everything fucking happened!" She quickly made her way over to me and pointed her finger in my face. "This is all YOUR fault!"
"I didn't force her to leave. Hell, I didn't even talk to her since our last encounter at James' house the day I left! I didn't save my kids from her and Skinner when that happened! I had to send Lucas and Joesph to do it! Its not my fault she came running to you after that, and decided to have a snack!"
She slapped me. The sound echoed through the now silent room over and over again--even though she had only did it once. I didn't feel it. I didn't want to believe it happened.
"Get out." I looked into her blue eyes; darkened with anger. I knew I'd be back.
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I roamed the streets of Los Angeles. To my dismay, I hadn't spotted any drug dealers, hookers, or crazy one-eyed physcos yet. It figures the one night I'm actually in the heart of the city, nothing would be going on.
I felt myself completely slam into someone else's body. So, being the caring person I am, I offered a hand to help them up.
"God, can you watch where the fuck you're going next time." I've heard those words before...I've heard that voice before...
"Angela...?" My voice was raspy, a whisper, and weak. Overall, it was unrecognizable.
"Shannon..." She finally looked at me, and her eyes were growing wider as every second passed. Behind the shiny coat of light-blue, I could tell she was fighting tears. I knew it was taking everything in her power now to break down right here. "W-what are y-you doing here?" Obviously coherent sentences weren't the first thing on her mind.
"I was walking." I looked at the familiar blonde stumbling out of the club with a big, muscular man trailing behind her. "The annual." How could I forget? I had to attend this damned thing since I "married" her.
"Yeah..." She concentrated her gaze on her feet. "So...um...how've you been?"
"Fine..." Lie. "I guess." I allowed my eyes to roam over her.
She was wearing a black spaghetti-strap and dark-blue jeans. It was what she would always wear; completely predictable. The only thing that was different was the heavy, black eyeliner she was wearing. Not only did I notice it because it was unusual, but also because it brought out her eyes. That will be my excuse for looking into them, and being afraid that I could not look away.
"You noticed..." I looked away from her eyes for a breif second to catch her words. As she spoke, she had a slight smile on, but everything else about her was awkward and nervous. The way she couldn't hold still, the way the kept fidgeting with her hands, the way she kept staring at her feet, and the way she kept biting her lip.
"Its gonna start bleeding," I said, void of almost all emotion. I say almost, because I was again stuck looking at her eyes.
"What?" Clueless.
"Your lip. If you keep biting it, it will start to bleed." Unconsciously, I moved my thumb to wipe the blood that actually had started to escape. Once I realized the action I had done, my eyes doubled in size, and I was frozen in place.
She swallowed hard, and I slowly started to pull my hand back down to my side.
I was losing control. Control in the most horrible form I could. I was losing control like no other of my kind would even think about in their wildest dreams.
I was losing the wall I had built around my heart long ago. And this, this girl right in front me, was the only breaking it down. Breaking it down with every bone-shattering blow, piece by piece.
I was losing the battle. Even worse, I was loosing the war...
"Well look who the fuck it is!" I was broken out of my trance by a very intoxicated brunette making her way to where me and Angela were standing like complete idiots.
"Ashley..." I mumbled angrily under my breath. Now, I was about to lose control in a different way. I didn't want her anywhere near me after what she did. I knew I wouldn't give killing her a second thought before she was already dead. To prove my point, I let out a growl, showing what small part of the wolf is in me.
"I gotta say, the house is SOOOOOO much better without your annoying ass there!" she laughed and put her arm around Angie...Angela's shoulders. "I mean, me and your kids are pretty tight now too! Thank GOD they didn't end up like you!" She laughed harder. "I even MET God! Can you fucking BELIEVE that shit?! That's seriously some fucking CRAZY shit right there! He's pretty cool too! Who the hell woulda thought?!"
I rolled my eyes. "I'd appreciate it if you took your arm off of her." Angela looked up at me in shock. Ashley just laughed and did what I said. Take my orders, bitch.
"My bad! I TOTALLY thought you wouldn't mine after you LEFT HER ASS!" Her amusement turned into anger, and we were dead-set on staring one another down. A silent war.
"Just like you left Spencer, right Ashley?" I didn't need to yell, those words were venomous enough on their own.
"Shannon, I think you should--" Angela started, only to be cut off by a drunk and pissed-off Ashley.
"PLEASE BITCH!" She threw the glass bottle she was holding to the ground, and it shattered. "Don't you even TRY that fucking shit with me you fucking douchebag!"
"Look, Ashley, you're drunk. We should just go home, okay?" Angela said comfortingly. Obviously attempting to calm Ashley down and just get away from this situation. I think the only person it worked on was me.
"NO!" The brunette screamed as her hand forcefully met the side of Angela's cheek. Now, I was the farthest from calm.
I woke up with a cold-sweat covering every part of my body, and my stupid brother hovering over me, shaking me.
"I'm up!" I pushed him off and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Reluctantly, I looked over at my alarm clock. 3:45am. "What the hell, Joe?! Why the fuck are you waking me up at fucking 3am?!"
He put his hand over my mouth and I was forced to just shut up and look at him. He looked...different. Like, instead of the normal light-blue color his eyes usually were; they were now extremely dark. He was either really pissed off, or really horny. Let's just say I was hoping it was the first one.
"I saw something," he said, with controlled anger evident in his voice. Scared the living shit outta me.
"What? What in the hell could be so damned important for you to wake me up at 3-FUCKING-AM?!" I made sure to emphasize the time.
His face completely softened, but his eyes were still dark. He only spoke a one-word answer.
"Mom."
And that was all I needed before I was running around my room getting dressed, and running out the door.
I rushed forward and slammed the petite brunette into the nearest brick wall. Our eyes were locked on one anothers, her breathing was heavy, and my forearm was placed across her throat.
"What are you gonna do? Kill me?" There was no fear in her voice, but there was a smirk plastered across her face.
I grabbed her shirt collar and threw her into a car parked across the street. She quickly got up, and I was already walking forward. I closed the rest of the distance and let my fist meet the side of her face. She made a feeble attempt to fight back, but the alcohol was interfering. It was giving me even more of an advantage against the weak-minded ex-mortal.
I drew my hand back and lit the black fire that's been burning inside me, just waiting to be let out whenever possible. Once she saw it, the anger on her face subsided, and was replaced by fear.
Just as I was about to deliver the final blow, I felt someone tug on my arm. I can't understand why I did it, but I let the fire die out, and I turned around to see Ashley Davies' savior. All I saw were the eyes of the only person that could've stopped me.
Angela.
Her mouth was moving, but I could not hear. At this moment, I had no idea what was going on with me. No idea as to why I was suddenly inching closer to her. No idea why all of a sudden I needed her to be close to me. How I just needed her in general. But I didn't just need her...
I wanted her. I wanted her so god-damn bad.
"MOM MOVE!" I turned to see who interrupted this moment, but I didn't get the chance. I was knocked down to the floor with a snarling wolf above me, snapping its jaws in an attempt to tear me to pieces.