You know those anime shows where like someone rapes another person, and the rape victim falls in love with the rapist? Well, it's all a bunch of crap!
Steven had said that once we had sex that I would fall for him. Well, it's been exactly eight hours and I only feel hatred towards him. I never wanted my first time to be with someone I had known for less than a day!
I was now laying in bed with Steven. I had managed to get my clothes back on, however, he insisted on sleeping nude. He also insisted on spooning me!
It was pitch black in the room right now. I figured that it was around five in the morning. The sun should be coming up soon. I don't know, I haven't slept at all tonight. Steven, on the other hand, is sleeping like a baby and even snores!
I decided that now was a better time than never to try out my Plan B.
I struggled out of Steven's grip and got off the tiny bed. Not even Derek took up as much space as he did! I then got on all fours and began to feel my way around the dark room. I felt around the floor until I reached a wall. I then stood up and began to feel around the wall for the door. I was just waving my hands all over the door until I hit the light switch by accident.
The dark room was lit up in an instant.
"What?" Steven got up, a little confused. "Myren, what are you doing?"
"I, uh…" I wasn't able to come up with an excuse that would let me leave the room. "I had a bad dream and I got really scared."
"So you turned the light on?"
"It was that or have you check the closet for monsters."
Steven got out of the bed (still naked, ew!) and walked over to me. He took me into his arms and rested his head on mine.
"I'll protect you from the bad dreams," he whispered.
If I was asleep, then the nightmares would be about you!
Steven then led me back to the bed and he turned off the light. Then the room was pitch black again. I felt Steven spoon me again.
"How are you feeling now?" he asked.
"Like crap," I muttered.
"Aww, now that hurts my feelings, you should feel ecstatic! You just lost your virginity."
"Yea, I lost it to you."
"All the more reason to feel happy."
I sighed. This guy is really full of himself.
"You still miss Derek don't you?" Steven asked.
I was quiet. Did I really miss that good-for-nothing mutt? The one who always makes me do my homework, check in, and go to bed on time? The one who makes me smile when he fears that he's done something wrong? The one who makes my heart beat when he says my name or tells me he loves me? The one who I love?
"I do," I said.
"Well, Myren, I hate to see you this way," Steven said. "If it makes you feel better, I can tell Derek that you're not really dead."
"Would I be able to see him?"
"Let's not too carried away. He can know that you're alive and well. I could even mail him like monthly letters letting him know how you're doing."
"That's a great idea," I said, shocked at how willingly Steven was to allow me to have contact with Derek.
"Fine," Steven sighed. "Later this morning, I'll go to La Push and tell him you're still alive."
"Thank you so much." Then I thought for a while. "Where are we?"
"We're just in a remote area. Just maybe twenty miles away from La Push."
A remote area? That sucks.
"Need anything else?" Steven asked.
"No, I'm fine," I replied. Then I fell asleep, knowing that Derek would be okay later on today.
"You can't be serious," I said.
"I'm being 100% serious," Steven said, smirking at my disbelief. "I want this house spotless by the time I get back."
"But it already is spotless!" I whined.
"No," Steven said. "I want the fridge cleaned, the bathroom cleaned, the basement swept, the laundry done, and I want dinner ready when I get home."
"Why?"
"Because Myren," Steven scoffed. "A partnership requires both people to help. If I'm the one who has to work and earn money, get the groceries and stuff, and do the things outside in the public, then you're going to have to care for the house."
"I could go get groceries and stuff," I said.
"No, you're not allowed out of the house yet."
"Well how long are you going to be out?"
"Until eight o'clock."
"PM?"
"Yea."
"But it's seven in the morning right now!"
"Then I expect you to be done when I get back."
"You mean it's going to take the whole day to clean the house and cook?"
"Not if you do it fast."
I rolled my eyes. "Derek never made me do this," I snapped.
"Well I'm not Derek," Steven snapped back.
"I wish you were," I said under my breath.
"I've got to go now," Steven said. "I'll tell Derek you're still alive." He then walked over and kissed me on the forehead. "Love you."
Steven then walked outside and took off his clothes, which he tied to his leg with a piece of rope. He then phased into a wolf and took off in the forest in front of the house.
Well, since Steven was telling Derek that I'm still alive, then that means that there's no longer any need for my plans. Derek would stop at nothing to find me. And once he did, I'd be free of Steven and his stupid household chores!
If he thinks that I'm doing those chores, he's high. I walked into the living room and turned on the TV. I then found out that it only got local channels. I turned off the TV and walked into the bedroom.
This house is messed up! One bathroom that doesn't have a window, one bedroom with a twin-sized bed, a TV that doesn't have DirecTV, and it's in the middle of nowhere!
I flopped myself down on the bed. Steven had bought me all new clothes, exactly like the ones I always wear, so at least that was one good thing that was here.
I had only gotten like thirty minutes of sleep! I was so tired, I couldn't help closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep…
I opened my eyes. I yawned and did a big stretch that felt so good! I then decided that I should get out of bed and at least make an attempt to do the chores. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock on the microwave. I had only been asleep for twenty minutes. Wait!
It said 7:20 PM! I was asleep for eleven hours and twenty minutes?
I rushed to the fridge. Steven said that he wanted it cleaned. I opened the door and saw that the only thing in there was a box of old Chinese food, which really stunk! I took the box and threw it in the garbage can under the sink. I then sprayed some Febreeze in the fridge. That was done.
I then ran into the bathroom and sprayed some Frebreeze in there as well. It looked clean already.
I then ran downstairs into the basement and just waved the broom all over the floor and then set it down over in a corner. Basements are meant to be nasty. This one was empty; so I'm doing Steven a favor by giving him a normal house.
I forgot the other thing he wanted me to do. I'm sure it wasn't that important.
I then ran into the kitchen to see what I would make for dinner. There was nothing in the fridge, so I checked in the pantries. I was able to find noodles and a can of Prego. I guess spaghetti is a good meal.
I opened the package of noodles, but there was something wrong with them. They were hard! Aren't spaghetti noodles meant to be soft and chewable. These ones were all hard and crunchy!
Oh duh! I need to cook them! How do you cook noodles? I checked in the cabinets near the oven and found a pan. I put the noodles in the pan and put the pan in the oven, which I had set to broil. I have no idea what that means, but it sounds similar to "boil," so they must be the same!
I opened the jar of Prego and poured that into a bowl. It felt cold, but now it was 7:58. I had no time to put the Prego in the oven. The noodles were in there. I put the bowl on the table in the dining room, which was just separated from the kitchen by a counter. I then turned the oven off and opened it up. I grabbed a nearby dishtowel and took out the pan of…ash? What happened to my noodles?
"I'm home!" I heard Steven call.
Crap!
"Something smells," Steven said as he was walking towards the kitchen.
I quickly put the pan back into the oven and sat own at the table.
"How did your day go?" Steven asked as he sat down at the table, across from me.
"Oh it went all right," I responded. "I did all the chores and I made you tomato soup." I pushed the bowel of Prego towards him.
"You're not eating?"
"I'm tired from working too much. It messes up my appetite."
Steven picked up his spoon and tried some of my "tomato soup." He immediately spit it out.
"Myren, this is just spaghetti sauce, and it's cold!"
"It's gazpacho."
"Myren!"
"Well I was too busy with cleaning that I didn't have time to make you an extravagant meal!"
Steven got out of his chair and walked over to the fridge. He opened it up and looked inside. "I thought I told you to clean this," he said.
"I did clean it."
"No, there's still some dried up ketchup on the top level," Steven said.
"Uh, it's a color stain."
"And there's some crumbs in here."
"It's a fridge! Who's going to be inspecting that if they come over?"
Steven ignored my question and walked off in the direction of the bathroom. "You didn't even touch the bathroom!" he yelled.
"I didn't know what bathroom I was supposed to clean!" I yelled back as I went to go sit on the couch.
"There's only one!"
"Really? Now I never knew that…"
Steven left the bathroom and went downstairs into the basement. He then walked back upstairs and into the living room. Normally I would've made some smart remark, but I saw how mad he was getting. Steven's face was all red and his hands were clenched into fists. His whole body was shaking and his eyes were shooting daggers at me.
"You didn't even sweep the basement or do the laundry," he growled.
"Uh… I didn't know where the washer and drier were," I said.
"If you had swept the basement, then you would've seen them and the dirty clothes there!"
I couldn't believe this! Steven was getting all bent out of shape because I didn't do any of his chores! What was this? I felt like I was in that crappy Julia Roberts movie where she plays some lady who marries a man who beats her for doing the household chores wrong. Like she had to fold towels a certain way and put all the food in the cupboards with the label facing outwards!
"Um, sorry," I said.
"Even after I went to go tell Derek that you were alright, you can't even keep the house clean."
Oh yea! I had forgotten that Derek was supposed to be informed that I'm still alive! "How was he?" I asked.
"What was that?' Steven asked, still very pissed off. "You want to know how sweet, little Derek is doing?"
I nodded.
"Well I'll tell you: he's dead!"
"Excuse me?"
"When he saw the fake picture of you, he went crazy and couldn't be calmed down. He even tried to attack Emily, and that's when Sam realized that Derek had to be killed. They gave him poison."
I just sat there speechless.
"They put it in his drink and he died shortly afterwards."
That isn't possible. Derek would never mean to hurt anyone. Although Jacob did tell me about how he used to act abusive to his past boyfriends. Could he have been bottling up all that aggression when I was around, and then when I was thought to be dead it was unleashed?
"I don't believe you," I said.
"I'm sorry Myren," Steven said as he came and sat down next to me on the couch. "Sam told me himself."
"That's not…possible."
"It is. At least we still have each other. I love you." Steven leaned in to kiss me.
I shoved him back and stood up off the couch. "No!" I shouted. "Derek isn't dead!"
"Come here," Steven said as he got up and put out his arms.
"Go away!" I screamed. "I hate you!"
Steven dropped his arms and began to look pissed off again. "No you don't," he growled.
"There's no way I could ever love you," I said, leaning closer to Steven's face. "I fucking hate you."
Steven thrust out his fist and it hit me right in the stomach. My air left me and then Steven picked me up over his head. He then tossed me across the room. I think my feet even hit the roof.
Steven then left the room and went into the kitchen. After three seconds he returned with a knife. Not one of the dull butter knives, but a sharp one meant for cutting thick pieces of steak.
I tried to get up off the floor, but Steven had already made it to me, sitting on my legs and holding my arms in one hand, and the knife in the other.
"Do it! Kill me!" I shouted, hoping that he wouldn't. I was hoping that he'd realize what he was doing and stop.
"How could you think that I'd want you dead?" Steven asked, sounding hurt.
"You threw me across the room and have a knife in your hand!"
"No," Steven laughed nervously. "I did it to me too." He put the knife down and lifted up his shirt. I saw in scarlet scabs over his chest, the phrase I heart Myren was carved.
"You're gonna carve 'I heart Myren' on my chest?" I asked.
Steven chuckled. "Stay still," he whispered. "That way, it won't get messy."
Steven lifted my shirt and picked up the knife.
"Woah! No, no, no! You are not cutting me!" I shouted.
"I'm sorry Myren," Steven whimpered. "But this way, we'll be bound together forever."
He then put the knife in me. I felt it slice my skin as he made an "I." I screamed in pain and agony every second the blade was near me.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
"Myren, please just try to relax." Tears were now coming to Steven's eyes.
Once the "I" was finished, Steven moved onto the heart.
I think I screamed even louder with the heart than the I. The curves of the shape tugged on my already ripped skin, making the pain intensify.
"Almost done," Steven said.
"Go to Hell!"
Then Steven went on to carve his name in me. My screams had turned into gasps of breath that were meant to help me through the pain. I figured that if I held my breath, then my mind would be taken off the pain. Well that didn't work, it just made me light-headed.
"All done!" Steven said as he stood up. He left the room and then shortly came back with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. He poured it all over my chest.
I screamed again as the chemicals fizzed over my cuts, making the stinging pain burn.
Steven then put a towel up to my chest and held it there tightly. "You bleed a lot right above your belly button," he said, sounding impressed.
I just closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain on my stomach.
"Now you see, we don't have to put ink on this. Our cuts were deep enough so that scars will just stay there."
Derek, I hate you! You left me here to get cut up by some freak! Why was I still talking to him in my mind? Obviously, he wasn't alive anymore, so maybe I should just try to love Steven.
"Wanna see it?" Steven asked, taking away the towel.
I lifted my head to see I heart Steven carved in my stomach, just above my belly button.
"Pretty," I muttered.
"I know! I always wanted to get matching tattoos with Nikki, but she didn't want to, so I just never got one. I think I like these ones more-"
"I love you," I lied, interrupting Steven's lame tattoo story.
Tears began to form in Steven's eyes. "I love you too!" he said as he took me into his arms.
I closed my eyes and tried not to cringe at the touch of Steven's skin.
Derek you bastard. How could you leave me? Whatever, I hope you know what I have to go through now. Goodbye.
I mean it. Goodbye Derek.