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A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to comment and critique the first chapter, I enjoyed all of your reviews and I hope you will continue to read and review my story (s).
Morticia slept until three hours after noon the next day and her parents let her. It was the first good night sleep she had gotten in months and she enjoyed every moment of it. When she finally got out of bed she threw her covers off and padded across the hall to the bathroom.
"Mother, Father! Morticia's just now waking up!"
Morticia sighed, couldn't she even relieve herself without her sister screaming about something she was doing wrong. She heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Morticia! We need to talk to you, get out here! You can't hide in there forever!" her mother's irritating voice drifted through the not-heavy-enough wooden door.
"Can I have just a minute to finish what I'm doing?" she yelled back.
"If you aren't downstairs in the kitchen within the next five minutes you'll be grounded for the week!"
Morticia sighed again, this was the common routine. She came out of the bathroom to find Ophelia standing in the doorway to her room. She stuck her tongue out at her sister, who copied her and then ran down the stairs, "Mother! Father! Morticia stuck her tongue out at me!"
Morticia rolled her eyes, following her sister at a much slower pace.
"Morticia Amelia Frump! How old are you? Because last I checked you weren't five!" Morticia's mother screamed as she came into the kitchen to reveal her parents sitting at the table and Ophelia spinning on one of the bar stools. Morticia walked over to the fridge and got a glass of water, drinking thirstily.
"And last I checked we were past the tattle tailing stage and old enough to live with somebody sticking their tongue out," she retorted, refilling her glass.
"That's it, young lady, you're grounded!"
Morticia rolled her eyes. She wished her father would say something to defend her, but, as usual, he stayed silent.
"Whatever," she muttered, going back up the stairs.
"Hey! We aren't finished here!" Morticia's mother grabbed her wrist, jerking her back into the kitchen. Morticia looked at her mother's pale hand in disgust. She pulled her hand away, turning back to the stairs.
"Yes, Mother, I think we are," Morticia said coldly, putting an extra accent on the word 'mother' because she had never acted like Morticia's mother. She went into her room and slammed the door, turning on her stereo and letting it blare out the words to Evanescence's "Everybody's Fool." The MP3 player she had plugged into her speakers rotated through her collection of Evanescence, Shinedown, Marylin Manson, Breaking Benjamin, Paramre and Halestorm. She went to her closet, trying to find something suitable to meet Gomez in that night. She managed to find a slightly longer dark crimson skirt with a black tulle fabric along the hem. She threw the bottom over onto her bed and continued to rummage, looking for a suitable top that would match. Finally she found a tight-fitting red long sleeve and her black lace covering to go over it and make it match the skirt. She scrutinized the outfit and found that it was missing something, though she wasn't sure what. She went back and dug through her drawers until she found her new corset, the one she had just bought, the material worked perfectly with the tulle on the skirt. She smiled as she went over to her shoes piled at the bottom of her closet. She couldn't seem to decide on her knee high Converse again or her knee high combat boots. Suddenly she found her thigh high boots and knew that they were the perfect ones. She almost regretted having sent her cloak home with Gomez the night before, because now she had nothing to wear to keep her warm when midnight came. Regretfully she found a sweater that would match the skirt as well, that fit much the same as the one she had worn the night previous.
Satisfied with her wardrobe, Morticia hid all of the clothes under her pillow and snuck down the hall to the bathroom. She could hear her sister talking with her parents about her sleep over downstairs in the kitchen, so she knew she was safe for at least a little while. She gathered up all of her makeup and made her way back to her room. She intended on putting everything on after she 'went to bed sick.' She spent the rest of the day sketching various parts of him and listening to her music. And it was a good day, she only had to chase her sister out of her room once.
"Morticia, get down here and eat!" she sighed as her mother's voice drew her from her daydreams. She would have stayed where she was, but she had to be at supper because it was part of her plan. Slowly she dragged herself down the stairs, trying to look ill and pathetic and doing a pretty good job if she did say so herself. She slumped into her chair and looked at the food, thinking about how nice and normal it looked. She felt sick just observing it, this was going to be easier than she thought.
"What's the matter with you? You look sick," her mother griped. She glared at Morticia and then added, "Are you pregnant?"
Morticia looked at her mother in horror, her plan forgotten, "No, I'm not pregnant! I'm still a virgin for God's sake!" She got up, not even bothering to excuse herself, and went upstairs to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. She heard footsteps on the stairs and coming down the hall but she didn't move from her place by the sink.
"Morticia, you know you're mother just worries about you. She doesn't want anything to tarnish your reputation for later in life," her father's voice drifted through the door. Morticia thought of how, at one point in time, that would have been enough to get her back downstairs and acting friendly. But not anymore. She didn't fall for her father's tricks anymore. She didn't fall for any of their tricks anymore, they all wanted her out of the house. And she would happily leave, but she knew that the moment she set foot off the Frump property, her mother would call the police and report her as a runaway. There was no way for her to win.
"No, she's worried about her own fucking reputation," Morticia said back, looking up into the mirror at her dry eyes. They were blue as ice, and it was the only way Morticia could see that she was pissed, because she could control everything on her. Except her eyes. Her eyes were what always gave her away. And she hated them for it.
"Hey, we don't need that kind of language in this house, young lady," her father tried to sound harsh in his reprimand through the door, but it had no effect on Morticia. His threats meant nothing to her. They hadn't for a very long time. She didn't answer him and eventually she heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs again, leaving her in peace. Quickly she unlocked the bathroom door and stormed down the hall to her own bedroom where she proceeded to slam that door. She turned her stereo back and threw herself onto her bed, wondering if she could still make her plan work. She glanced at the clock, 8:54; there were still about two and a half hours to go before she could leave to meet Gomez. She sighed, she wished she could stop thinking of him but he was a constant irritation on her mind. She couldn't seem to get him out of her head. She glanced over and caught sight of her sketchbook, not even it provided relief from him; he was drawn on every page. She glanced back at the clock and was dismayed to find that only five minutes had passed since she looked at it last.
Ophelia threw the door open and danced around the room, "Mother and Father aren't happy with you."
Morticia sighed, "Get out of my room, Ophelia."
Ophelia picked up the sketchbook and started looking at the pages, "Oooo, who's this? He's cute!"
Morticia wasn't sure why, but the fact that Ophelia thought Gomez was cute made her angry, "I said 'GET OUT!'" Morticia yelled, snatching the book back and pushing her sister towards the door.
"Geez, no need to be so touchy," Ophelia started, turning in the doorway. Morticia slammed the door and moved her desk chair over under the handle.
"Mother! Morticia slammed the door in my face!" she heard her sister complain, running towards the stairs no doubt.
Morticia rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "No, genius, I closed it nicely. And that's why she probably heard the sound. And I bet you I also said, 'have a nice day!'" She threw herself back onto her bed again, wondering what punishment she would receive this time. She wished her sister would mind her own business.
She heard rapid knocking on her door, "Morticia! Get out here!"
Morticia sighed as she went to face her mother, pulling the chair away and opening the door to reveal her mother, looking very red faced.
"I am sick and tired of this attitude of yours, young lady!" she started.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Morticia asked, sneering, her mother had been telling her the same thing for the past five years.
She was stuttering and fumbling for words in her fury, "You are grounded!"
"Yeah, I know, you already told me that," Morticia replied, then put on a mock thoughtful face, "Though I don't think you mentioned how long . . . Oh, wait, you never ungrounded me from the time before that! So, what is that now? I'm three times grounded? How long does that last? The rest of my life? Because I thought you wanted to marry me off . . ." Morticia gave a sweet smile at the vein popping out from her mother's forehead. She watched happily as the woman grabbed the handle to the door and pulled it shut, screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE UNLESS YOU'RE GOING TO AND FROM SCHOOL!"
Morticia laughed, saying under her breath, "Perfect." She glanced at the clock, no way to pass the time like fighting with your family. She pulled the desk chair back over under the handle and went to her bed to pull out her wardrobe for the evening. Quickly she got dressed and put on her makeup and then turned off her stereo and light. She glanced at her clock, 11:00. She had a little while to go before she left so she sat on her bed and listened to the rest of her house going to bed.
Quietly she opened the window, thankful that it didn't creak this time. She eased herself over the side of the sill and pushed off, catching herself in the tree again. She didn't even bother to climb all the way down, she jumped the last couple of feet from the second to lowest branch. She started walking down the road, looking over her shoulder to make sure Ophelia wasn't watching. She made it to the gate and out without a hitch, but just as she was going around the corner she thought she saw Ophelia watching from her window. She quickly turned around but didn't see anything. She hoped she was just nervous and had imagined it. She continued walking to the cemetery and her heart sped up as it came into view.
Gomez was nowhere to be seen when she came up to the gate and the chain wasn't touched. An idea struck her and she opened the gate, leaving the chain slightly off to let him know she was there, and made her way to the willow they had sat under the night before. Carefully she climbed up the tree and perched on a branch to wait for him.
She finally heard him clumping along up the path and watched him plop down on the bench right below her. She had to suppress the giddy giggles that rose as she adjusted her weight, preparing to drop in on him. He was playing with her cloak absently and she smiled as she watched. Finally, decided she had observed long enough, she dropped, landing easily a couple of inches in front of him.
He smiled up at her, not surprised in the least, "I saw you as I came in. And I heard you readjusting. Nice landing though, by the way," he explained.
Morticia sighed, "Thanks." She sat next to him and he handed her the cloak, she nodded her thanks.
"So how was your day without me?" he asked, a cocky grin turning up the corners of his fine mouth.
Morticia looked at him doubtfully, she wasn't about to let him know he was the only thing she had been thinking of for the last twenty-four hours. "It was fine, we were busy most of the day." She saw his face fall and felt a little bad, "But it was a little boring." That seemed to help.
"Well, maybe I can unbore you," he said, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.
"Oh? And how will you do that?"
"Like this," he replied and kissed her softly. He then pushed her away lightly and sprang to his feet, sprinting off. "Catch me if you can!"
Morticia laughed, it had been a very long time since she'd played any sort of games. She jumped up and began chasing him, he was jogging between the tombstones and she finally gave up and began jumping over them. She took one final leap from atop a particularly new looking headstone and landed on him, forcing the both of them onto the prickly winter grass. They rolled over a couple of times, laughing.
When they finally stopped rolling, Morticia was laying on him, her hands resting lightly on his chest. She gave him a particularly passionate kiss and then leaped up, grinning at his stunned expression. She laughed,
"Now it's your turn!"
She took off running back in the direction of the willow and bench but changed course at the last minute, heading towards the giant mausoleum. She checked over her shoulder to see where he was and couldn't find him. She slowed, looking closer and was hit in the side and driven up against the wall of the giant tomb, her wrists pinned. She hit it hard and looked up into Gomez's eyes to see them filled with lust, he kissed her hard, forcing her against the wall. She responded with just as much ferocity, placing a playful nip on his lip and grinding against him. Eventually he was pressing against her so hard that she couldn't move; she loved every second of it.
When he pulled back she could see his eyes were still alight with his passion but he seemed to have gotten the beast under control. Morticia was a little sat to see it go. "That wasn't fair," she whispered, not able to speak any louder because of her own passions.
Gomez chuckled slightly, pulling away even farther, "All is fair in love and war."
Morticia gave a small smile, "Trop vrai."
Gomez pinned her again, an arm on either side of her, "What was that?" he sounded breathless.
Morticia looked up at him, confused, "Trop vrai, it means 'too true' in French."
Gomez reached for one of her hands hanging by her sides and pressed the tips of her fingers to his lips. "I know what it means, Tish, say something else . . ." he trails off, continuing to kiss her arm. She smiles quizzically at him, but sees no reason to make him stop. He looks up when she doesn't speak, "Is it okay if I call you 'Tish'?"
"Of course," Morticia replied, watching this strange man who had captured her affections so efficiently.
Gomez caught her watching him and gave her a confused smile, "What?"
The girl shook her head, starting to walk back in the direction of the cemetery gates, "Nothing."
"I want to know," Gomez called, jogging to catch up to her.
"I don't know, when I figure out I will tell you," she replied, not looking at him.
"I guess that's all I can ask for," he says, reaching down to hold her hand. She skillfully pulled it away, using it to play with her hair and then grab her cloak from where it had fallen by the bench during her chase. She continued walking swiftly towards the entrance to the cemetery. Gomez fought to keep up with her.
"Morticia, I don't understand. Was it something I said?" he asked as she reached the gates and turned, closing them on him, separating them.
"No, Gomez, you're absolutely perfect and there's nothing you've done wrong. I'm just . . ." she trailed off, fighting for words, "I need to think."
Gomez came over to the gate, putting his arm through the bar so that he could rest his hand gently on her chin. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and savoring it for a little bit longer before turned sharply on her heel and walking back down the road, away from him.
What was wrong with her? She was leaving behind the only person she had ever felt this strongly for in her entire life. And that was exactly why she had to leave him behind. She was scared to fall in love, especially like this. She didn't like losing control and this had all spun drastically out of control. She had barely met the boy and yet he had been a constant bother on her mind since. Dreadful butterflies paraded around her stomach every time she saw him and her heart would speed up when he was near. He made it hard for her to breath and thinking was impossible. She had to regain her control. There was no reason to react this strongly towards him. She needed to distance herself before she was in too deep to escape. When Morticia got back to her house she easily scaled the wall of the house back into her room and closed the window. She didn't care if her sister heard and told her parents. She wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon anyway. She didn't bother changing clothes, just climbed into her bed and closed her eyes. Wishing she could get Gomez out of her head and stop thinking of him but knowing sleep wouldn't provide a refuge because he would only enter her dreams.
A/N: Again, please review!