Author's Note:
I'M BACK, BABY!
Okay. I'm glad to say that I finally secured a place with unlimited and free Wi-Fi, because the Wi-Fi at home will not be up until Friday. Do you now ho many online assignments I missed yesterday?
Anyway, I like to inform you that due to my one day absence, I posted double chapters today! So enjoy!
Muse of Fanfiction
It's been about five days, and I still felt the same.
'Upset' seemed like an insignificant word to be used to describe how I felt right now.
No. I was more than upset.
I really do hated to admit it, but I felt quite heartbroken, and extremely angry.
All because of the thought that he toyed around with my feelings, leading me on to think that he might actually like me. When in reality, it was simply a ploy to forget about a girl who forgot about him.
After what happened, I didn't dare go out to town or carry on working at the flower shop, out of fear that I would bump into him. Who knows how I would react. I'd probably be angry as hell. So in order to prevent such a thing from happening, I made up an excuse to Mom and faked a fever, using the old 'thermometer in hot water' trick. Thankfully, she bought it.
It was Sunday evening, and I stayed in my room throughout the whole day, still feigning illness. My room had always been my own safe haven, where I can feel safe and just let out whatever I felt on the inside freely.
As I lay still in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I felt the pain in my heart slowly engulf my entire mind. Hot tears welled up in my eyes for what seemed to be the eight-hundredth time, and I rubbed it away quickly and irately. I did not allow any tears to fall. I wanted to keep them locked in, but it seemed impossible.
I don't know who I hated right now; him or myself. I hated him for causing me to feel like this, for being so manipulative. But I also hated myself for it. I was taught better than that! I barely even knew the guy personally and I had to let my guard down and be enamoured by him!
Angrily, I sat up in an instant and grabbed a pillow to chuck it at door with all the force I could muster. I clamped my lips shut to stop the scream in my throat from escaping. I definitely wouldn't want my mother to come up and ask me what's wrong, only to see me on the verge of a breakdown.
There was absolutely one more downside to the situation though; venting out my anger always made me extremely exhausted in the end.
So I wasn't surprised that I fell right back onto the bed and shut my eyes, falling into an angry sleep.
"If only she had let him explain…." the redhead murmured.
The brunette sighed in response. "That was the way it was supposed to go, sister. Besides, he too did not bring up the subject properly."
"That is true," the blonde replied. "But he was nervous. He wanted her to know the entire truth there and then."
"But he simply can't do that," the redhead exclaimed. "Despite the fact that she is the one, she doesn't remember it at all. Her mortal-thinking mind is very fragile. He has to be extra careful and gentle with her."
The blonde was about to say something, when suddenly, she stopped before she even did. The brunette and redhead looked at her, and their curiosity rose when they saw her smiling.
"What is it?" the brunette asked.
With the smile still on her face, she answered, "The others have arrived."
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that it was one in the afternoon, but the room was still pretty dim, almost dark. Confused, I turned my head to look at the window, and saw that an insufficient amount of sunlight was entering.
Taking a deep breath, I sat up in bed, and was immediately hit by a wave of vertigo.
I winced at the sudden pounding in my head and gently brought my hand up to the nape of my neck to massage at the stiffness I felt from there. I hated waking up like this. It was even worse when I began to remember that I had fallen asleep in my Capri jeans and tank top, feeling grime all over my body. It was a disgusting feel.
I stayed still, waiting for the head rush to pass, before I slid off the bed tenderly. As I made my way to the window, I could feel a sudden chill going around my room, and I found out why.
As I looked out the window, I saw that the sky was ridden with grey clouds. Only a tiny bit of sunlight broke through the grey puffs that dropped cold rain to Earth. It was so cold that I could have sworn it was snowing.
I remembered clearly that at one point of my life, I used to hate rain. I always loved the sunshine on my skin, and embraced the warmth it gave me as I played. But once I felt the coldness of rain, my mood immediately soured. I would always wish for the rain to go away, just like that old nursery rhyme.
But now, I didn't think that way now. A cold and rainy weather was actually pretty relaxing and so serene. In fact, I would love it whenever it rains. I would always curl up on my bed with a good book in hand and a cup of vanilla chai on my night drawer. Hearing the pitter-pattering of the raindrops against the glass of the window was really nice, but it would be another story if it were to be a thunderstorm.
I pressed my hand against the glass, and the coldness bit into my skin instantly. I sighed as I relaxed. The icy feeling took away the thought of the stiffness in my neck and the pounding in my head. I began to feel better quite instantly.
But of course, I needed to take a shower. And I knew that I am demanding a nice hot shower.
Taking the hot shower was indeed a good idea. I could feel my tense and aching muscles slowly relax until I could no longer feel any stiffness. It was as though I had been bathed in some sort of healing water if it managed to take the pain away that instantly.
After finishing my shower and dressing up in a pair of jeans and a long T-shirt, I headed downstairs to get something to eat.
Poking around in the kitchen for a while, I decided to just settle on a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich to go with some hot chai. Bringing my food to the living room, I sat there quietly on the couch and ate in silence.
The pitter-pattering of the rain seemed to echo throughout the house, and it sounded like music to my ears. I concentrated my focus solely on the raindrops, clearing my frazzled mind out of everything else.
But I would have stayed that way if not for the knocking on the door.
I grumbled to myself and contemplated whether to answer it or not. I figured that it could be just a door-to-door salesman, and I just hoped that whoever it was would go away quickly.
Unfortunately, the knocking on the door seemed to get louder and faster, and my irritation suddenly flared. Cursing under my breath, I begrudgingly got up from the couch and stomped out of the living room to the front door. The knocking still continued, but it stopped the minute I flung the door open.
Standing on the other side of the door was a man.
He had dark brown hair that was slicked back and had a pencil mustache and a scruffy beard growing. But what really struck me most was the colour of his eyes. His eyes were green, but not the shade I see on most people. His was a nice shade of sea green. Ironically, when I first looked into his eyes, I thought of the ocean. I compared his sea green eyes to my mother's olive green eyes. While his reminded me of the ocean, hers reminded me of a green Earth.
I assessed him from head-to-toe, and saw that he was wearing a business suit with a brown trench coat over it, one hand in a pocket of his trench coat. He didn't look like a salesman. He looked more like, in my opinion, a famous Hollywood actor. I will admit that he looked kind of handsome, but he didn't seem like my type. Besides, he looked about my mother's age, give or take a few years.
He had a fist raised from when he was knocking the door. But when I had flung it open, he immediately lowered his hand and smiled.
"Good afternoon," he greeted politely. "Are you Spring Korey?"
I studied the man curiously, wondering how the heck he had managed to know my name when he had never met me before.
"Yes, I'm Spring," I answered quite hesitantly. "And who are you?"
Extending out a hand, he answered, "The name's Seamus Trent. I'm an old friend of your mother, Demi."
Still having my guard on, I slowly took his hand and shook it, but was completely taken off-guard by how silky smooth his hand was.
"Oh," I simply said as I withdrew my hand. "And what are you here for?"
Seamus looked from me to around the foyer behind me, and I got annoyed by his prying eyes, so I purposely followed where his eyes went to block his view. Seeing what I was doing, he smiled in amusement.
"Oh, nothing. I just thought she'll be here so that I could pay her a visit." Then he asked me, "Do you know where she is now?"
I immediately shook my head. Even though this guy, Seamus, said he's Mom's old friend, there's something about him that I don't really trust.
"No. I don't know where she is," I lied, trying hard to maintain my poker face so that he didn't see through my deceit.
Seamus nodded his head politely. "Never mind then. Can you just tell her that I stopped by?"
I nodded my head. "Will do," I replied. He thanked me and said his goodbyes, to which I returned as I shut the door.
I locked the door and cleaned up the dishes before returning to my room, planning to stay there until my mother came home.
Seamus Trent made sure that the house of Spring and Demi Korey was out of his sight before whipping out his cell phone.
After keying in the number, he held it to his ear and listened to the ringing as he watched the other residents of tiny Heatherton walk by him. Some cast unsure glances at him, judging by what he wore, which made him look like a shady person. Others, mostly girls, were smiling at him as they studied his facial features. To those who were attracted to his looks, he smiled and even winked.
Suddenly, there was a click on the other end, and he snapped to attention.
"James here," the voice on the other end said.
"It's me."
"Yeah, I know. So where are you?"
"In this little town called Heatherton."
"Isn't Aiden there too?"
Seamus eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Really? I didn't know that. By the way, why did you call him by his code name? Why are you using yours?"
"I'm kind of on the way to a meeting here," James replied, almost defensively.
After he had stated that, Seamus then heard a giggle in the background. That giggle obviously was a woman's.
"On the way to a meeting, or to some other girl's bed?" Seamus questioned.
"Oh, shut up!" James snapped. "As if you never did it."
Seamus snorted, and then answered truthfully, "Yeah. Because I can never be faithful as our dear big brother. Speaking of which, I found her."
A few seconds of silence on the other line, and then James asked, "Are you really sure?"
"Yeah. If she's here, then so is her mother. Our dear lost sister."
Silence again. This time it was longer. "Hello?" Seamus said.
"I'm still here," James replied. "Do you think he knows?" he asked.
Seamus remained quiet as he thought about it. Yes. Maybe he does know. Maybe that was the reason why he was here too.
"Probably."
He heard a sigh on the other end, and then James said, "Let's just hope the two of them reunite with us on the day. Or at least one of them. Anyway, I got to go, Seamus."
"Hey," Seamus said abruptly.
"What?"
Seamus pursed his lips for a while, and then said, "The name is Poseidon. Remember that… Zeus."