Yeah! here is the chapter! It is packed with action! LOTS of action! ( sorry shipping is next chapter... )
Ash Satoshi: age: Junior 17.
Misty Kasumi: Junior age:17(?)
Brock Takeshi: Senior age:19
Delia Satoshi: age: 34
( Ash's Pov )
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Chapter 16: The worst thing.
My walk home was less cheery then my past days, there was no Brock to motivate my mood, and I didn’t have a problem back then.
Oh, of all days why did he had to be sick today! I should probably go over and check up on him. Well… if my mom lets me that is. I swear I could already hear her complaints from a block away; the invisible shackles tightened around my leg.
How the hell am I going to do this? At least I have one more day, before my life really gets turned over. This was just the start.
Though I knew this was for a good purpose, I had to protect those of the innocent. That was my job now, a full time bodyguard.
Ugh. I didn’t want to jinks myself by saying, ‘this can’t get anymore worse’, It always does. Maybe that’s what’s been going on, I’ve been jinking myself. My drive was upcoming, and the street moved just like a belt from under me, the specks of gray and white blurred.
How did I get here. Mark called out from his porch, with a glass of lemonade in his hand. I grinned smugly, not fully into being polite anymore. He laughed, his shiny oily, forehead wrinkled with his smile.
I didn’t bother to look both ways, and crossed across to the other side, through my lawn. My mom’s garden was sprouting out again, with her roses and untouched dandelions. She never ripped them out like other people did, she thought that they looked perfect next to the red and green around our house. I guffawed, the thought again came up with me and Mel’s conversation a long time ago.
Dandelions…
The familiar door was unlocked, allowing me excess into my house, away from the warm temperature outside, into the cold room. What!? Why is it so cold! I shrugged out of my bag and shoes, walking over to the thermostat. Right when my finger touched the dial, my mother burst through her door, her little head peering over the door’s beam. Her hands dug into the white paint, with her eyes darted on my hands. I blinked, and took a step back from the dial. Mom sighed, and came out completely, with her hands on her hips.
“I need that to be untouched! I made an ice cream cake for the neighbor, it’s Mr.Yoko's birthday. So don’t touch the heater M’ Kay?” Oh, that explains why he was so happy.
Whoops. Her cheeks rose up, and she squealed to herself. “Where going over tonight! Wouldn’t that be fun, darling! You need to take a shower, change, oh and put on another pair of-“
“Wait, wait! I can’t go over there tonight!” She stopped and starred back at me curiously, with her hands in the air. Oh great Ash, look what you did now, your going to make her sad. I picked up quickly where I last started, “Erm, because I need to check on Brock! Yeah, Brock.”
Idiot, Idiot, Idiot!
Her fingers curled around her chin, she smiled at the thought. “Oh! That’s fine, I bet he’s lonely with his mother gone to get the gift. You should go check on him, honey. “ she pinched her nose playfully and walked out to the living room, “But you should take a bath.” Ha ha very funny.
I push turned myself into my room, carelessly kicking my door open. Off to Brock’s it is. Again like every day, I unbuttoned my shirt, and threw it in my hamper, along with my school pants. I scrambled through my closet, picking out a pair of random jeans, and a tee with a design. I don’t know where the shirt came from, must have been from last Christmas; the tags where still attached to it. Along the way, I slugged into my gray jacket, and zipped it up halfway. There, I was decent. I yawned, opening back my door and heading for the kitchen. I was still pretty hungry.
I shuffled to the pantry, eying my mother’s cake on the counter. I had to ask her to save me a piece after the party. My tired eyes scanned through the pantry, hoping to find a bag of chips anywhere. Nope. Guess I have to make something. I shut the door, and moved over to the top cupboards where the pans where at. One was a decent size, I plucked it out of place and got it heated up with oil, on the stove. The yellow liquid popped and sizzled in the middle of the pan, the bubbles floated down to the side, then popped back in the middle again. My hands got a hold of some cheese, and bread, I threw the slices of wheat faced down in the pan, with the cheese on top. The bubbles rapidly made sounds and burned the crust, with the flame turning from blue to red. I lulled, yawning again for sleep. The burnt smell snapped me out of my blurry trance, having me running for the spatula, and flipping it. The smell of cheddar was a cloud in the small space, the burnt stench was no longer bitter anymore. I waited for about 3 more minutes and switched the flame off, the sizzling slowed quickly, into silence. With the spatula, I balanced the sandwich on the face, and plopped it on a dish.
“When did you cook Ash?” My mother was siting on the breakfast bar, struggling with one of her earrings. She inhaled and smiled delightfully. “It smells wonderful!”
“It tastes good too…” I ripped a piece off, the cheese burned and set my taste buds on fire. It was delicious. I wiped my mouth with my palm, and clicked my tongue. “Your pretty dressed for a night out.”
“Is it too much?” she squeaked.
I chuckled, “Nah, you look fine Mom.” I stuffed the rest in my mouth, the cheese burned my thought. Should have made another one. “I’m going to go over after I wash my plate. Er… Can I ask you something?”
“Hmmm?” she gasped with success when her earring was in place.
I chickened out. “you look better in red. Did you buy that around here?” She smiled pleased, and jumped off her chair. I twisted the knobs on hot, the stream of water rushed out of the faucet. I waited for the water to flow just above the pan. “Mom?”I asked again. “Do… Do you think I can go out tomorrow?”
“Mmmm… What for exactly?” Great, just what I needed. Lying to her, oh way to go!
“I-I wanted to go out… and met up with a friend. Misty, you know her right Mom, from middle school?” I wouldn’t completely lie. she awed. “Well, I haven't really been out with my friends that often, only Brick maybe, and I know I’m going to be a senior next year, so I though: why not make it last before collage? Cause after that we probably wont see each other in a while.” I wiped my hands with a dish rag and turned around to face her. “So what do you think?”
She played with her hair, humming a tune I never heard of. Mom walked up to me –still humming- and tapped her cheek. About after a few seconds, she jumped up, with the same finger in the air, and nodding. “ What time?”
“Around 1:00?”
“That’s even grander, I have somewhere to go at that time. I was wishing that you would go to the mall with me…” No way, That’s where I draw the line.
“Okay I guess I’ll be on my way to Brock's, I’ll call you in the morning Kay Bye!” I kissed her on the cheek and dashed out before she could lecture on times. Jeez that was easier then I thought.
I didn’t bother to put on shoes, it was just next door, the grass helped too, not to mention it felt good under my feet. The concrete wasn’t hot thankfully, so I could walk normally without looking like an idiot, jumping around. I rolled my eyes, like I haven’t done that before. The stone path to the front door, paneled out in front of me, I hopped from one to the other, like one of those old fashion video games. I laughed, and sprung up to the porch. I hesitated reaching for the knob, not sure to knock or walk in. Whatever. The wood skinned the bottom of the heels of my feet. It was like my house, but Brock’s floors were bamboo, and light, mine where darker and was made out of wood. I made sure to close the door behind me, then I walked slowly up to the hallway.
There were some pictures on the wall, a lot was just family portraits, some were pics of vacations and holidays. I passed one of Brock, when his face was covered with a bunch of icing. I was next to him laughing with his brother Forrest. Forrest was the second to oldest of Brock’s huge family, and he was also the hardest person to get along with. Unlike the others, he was rather shy at times when he didn’t know you, but if he did he bugged the hell at you. He’s a good kid.
I set foot in the living room, where Lola brushed her hair in front of a mirror- their furniture was rearranged too; they liked changing up the house. Riley- the youngest turned and squealed with joy, her hand waving in the air. She slid off the couch and ran her little legs over to me, wrapping her arms half way around my leg.
“Awsh! Awsh! Riley missed yooh! Riley mwissed yooh!” I picked her up and tapped her little nose. Riley was the only person other then Brock, that was my closest friend. She giggled and tapped my nose back. “Guess wha! Gwess wha! Momma gonna get mwe a doll! It gonna be aawwwwllll mines! I wanna play wit yooh Awsh! Pwease!” her round eyes, twinkled with joy.
“That’s great kid. Listen where’s your brother?” I placed her down on the ground, and her hand curled around one of my fingers. I glanced up at Lola, waving slightly to her with my free hand. “Hey Lola, is he upstairs?” she nodded, and stepped away from the mirror.
“Are you not going to the party tonight?” I shook my head, rustling the top of Riley's head when she whined. “Oh, well once you go up will you tell him that I’m off? And I love him! Also-“
“Momma! Awshy wants two say ello to broder! We have to go, go , go!” she sang. I laughed and gave her the message that I would tell him. Lola smiled and picked up her coin purse that was on top of the coffee table, and headed for us. She first bent down, and kissed the top of Riley's head, then she patted my shoulder, reminding me what to say when I went up. Then she was off, out of the door.
“Come on kid, I want to see your brother.”
“Up! Up!” her hands spread up to me, her little body jumped up and down, like a spring.
“ Riley, it’s hard to carry you up the stairs.”
“Up!! Pwease up!” her puppy dog eyes where starting to water up.
I’m really going to feel this in the morning. I lifted her up by her elbows, and sat her on my shoulder. She swung herself around me, her arms and legs constricted tightly, making it hard for me to even breath. She giggled and tugged on my hair for me to go. She was so lucky that she was a little girl. I darted up the stairs, keeping my head down, watching, and making sure that my feet where climbing the stairs on track, so that I wouldn’t fall. That would hurt Riley, and I didn’t wanted to be yelled at today. I panted when I reached the top of the stairs, she screamed and laughed in my ears, ringing them and killing my ear drum. I sighed and walked past the master bed room down the hall and to the right, where Brock's door was closed ahead. The weight was killing my back, I fell on my knees, and untied Riley off me, having to rip her arms from around my neck. She pouted and crossed her arms.
I rolled my eyes, and twisted the golden knob to her brother’s room. It didn’t open at first, but when I shoved it harder back, it swung open. There was a lump underneath his blankets, the smell of peppermint and night-quill burned my nose. There was a trash can by the bed, with two empty, and a full box of tissues. Wow he really is sick. Riley pushed me so she could slip through me, to run over to the lump on the bed. Her chubby, tiny finger poked the bulged of blanket, her frown was sad. The lump moved, a hand falling out of it to the side of the bed, it moaned too.
Brock? He kicked off the blanket so his face could stay out with his lower body covered. His skin tone was still tanned, but his neck and cheeks where beat red, beads of sweat where covering his face, moisting his hair. He took an shaky, breath, and twisted around to face his sister.
She hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him on the cheek. He didn’t move, just staying still like a statue. She sighed and snuggled her self in his collarbone. “Is Bwock stwill sicky? Riley don’t like yooh to be sicky. It makes Riley and momma sad.” So the kid was worried too. Hugh, where are the others? She backed away, and smiled to her brother, then to me. She ran, tugging me more into the room; I allowed her to lure me in. “Awsh is here! Awsh is w-w-sad too. Write Awsh?” her blue eyes stared for an answer.
I ignored her. “Hey, you don’t look good.” He groaned and stuffed his head into his pillow. I sat my self at the edge of his bed, Riley propped her self next to me, brushing my arm with her hand. It was like she was comforting me. “What’s wrong? Is it serious? Do you have a disease?”
He tried to laugh, and rolled back on his side. “It’s just a cold. –cough- whata you doing here…” his voice was weak, and strained, I was even afraid to even talk to him. He cringed for a moment, his hands fluttering to his chest. “Grr, ugh. This is one nasty one though.” He wailed.
I just stared, Riley slipped off the bed, her legs dangled over the end, in till her feet touched the carpet, then she went right back to Brock, hugging his neck. He laid back breathing through his nose, and shutting his eyes. I’ve never seen Brock sick before, I seen him sneeze, but not sick. And this was over the average cold. I took my jacket off, and swung it at the edge of his bed, then went to kneel right next to Riley. It was like the closer I got the more he looked worse, his lips were chapped, with another bead of sweat driping down his temple.
Ugh, the smell burned harder too. I rubbed under my nose, to calm the burning.
“H-how’s Mel?” he asked hoarsely. Off all things, why did he had to talk about Mel. Okay I guess I haven’t said this, but strangely Brock is attractive to Melaine. Yeah go figure, the one person that likes him is the psychic. Well at least he’s okay with it.
“Fine” I lied. “She still hates Misty, almost killed her in 1st period, though I’m not quite sure why. She never did say what she was thinking. Anyways she’s… okay, but I need to talk to you about Misty” I gulped, and looked away from him, “What’s going to happen I mean.”
“What happened?” his eyes were open– not really, but they were looking at me.
“Hold up a sec this is big.”
“I’m sick, I want to sleep, just tell me what it is!”
“Okay! Okay here!” gosh pushy.
My fists were balled up again, my eyebrows knitted together. Well how do I put it in as simple and quick as possible? Tell him what happened today or what might be? Jeez. Riley let go of him, and came back over to me, brushing her hand on my arm again. It helped a little.
“Okay well basically, I found out that Misty is jealous of me and May’s friendship, and she’s planning something that has to do with that. I already know what it is though. Oh, did I mention Ryan came back to school today?.” He froze. “She made a deal with him; she gets her part he gets his- we both know what Ryan wants, so I’m not explaining that right now. It’s like if Misty doesn’t achieve her goal, Ryan could. Either way one of them is going out successful.”
His head slammed right back into his pillow, but he didn’t flinch or anything. Wow, this must have been to much for him to handle… “Give me a second…” he breathed. Yep, way to much. I watched the past 5 minutes, of Riley playing with Brock’s socks, her hand slipped through them like a glove, and used it for a puppet. I heard a sigh behind me, me and her stopped. “Wow… all in one day?”
“Pretty much yeah.”
He explained in a serious tone, “ Haven’t you ever heard of telling a adult first? I mean look!” his voice cracked right on time. “Your 17 for god’s sake, you can’t do this. What if Ryan doesn’t want you, he might want May? Then if Misty was really doing this, she’d be smarter then Teaming up with Ryan, Ash.” Oh so he was supporting her…
“You don’t know what’s happened today, the tension, the pain I have gone through this past two weeks.” I growled.
“I don’t, but I’m not stupid Ash. Why are you willing to protect that girl, if she doesn’t even notice you’re here?” My hands where rushed with the blood that ran in them. I didn’t like where this was heading. “What about Misty? Don’t you like her?”
“I did, when she was her normal self.” Now she’s someone else. I hate the new person that took over her sweet soul. “But this is about what is going to happen! I made a meeting up with her tomorrow, so I could confront her on what she’s planning.”
“What if it’s true?” he pushed.
“Then I’ll just tell her to stay away.” Obviously.
For a second he just stared back at me, then he turned his head to Riley, whispering something in her ear. Her little head bobbed once, then she kissed his cheek, and ran across the room to hug my leg. After that she walked out the door, and down stairs. “Ash, you know it’s not going to work out like 1,2,3. She’s smarter then that, she’s not the type of person who lets go of things easily. Once you tell her something she can’t do, she’ll do it, or at least find a way how. And now that I know Ryan is with her, I’m afraid she’ll win either way.”
“You lost me. What do you mean… she’ll win either way?” he sighed and coughed another itch in his thought. He grunted and closed his eyes. “Brock I need to know.”
“Hold up mongrel, I’m think of a way how to say this without making you go in to shock” What? “She’s going to win either way because she has Ryan. Think about it for a second. She wants her OUT of your life. Ryan wants to take her AWAY from your life. If Misty doesn’t achieve her goal surely Ryan will. Then she’ll have you all to herself.” I ran that on my head at least five times, in order to get it through my head that he was right. And I hated that.
“He won’t touch her. She’ll be at home softly, and I’ll be by her to make sure nothing happens. They wont win.” I whispered- mostly to myself. He frowned and turned his back away from me. “What makes you sure that Misty will get her way?”
I could see the smile in her tone,
“Dense of a man” –cough- “ She’s completely in love with you. She always had and still does. She’s a woman, she wants to be your love, and I think she thinks May is standing in the way of her opportunity.”
I was completely aware of what was happening now. This wasn’t about breaking friendships, this was about fighting for love. She loved me? I never had anyone love me other then my mom. She loves me? I felt guilty, more then that was reluctance. Great, now what!
Ugh I wish he didn’t say that. I didn’t love her the same way she wanted to… love me. I liked her as a friend, not anything over that. I didn’t know excatly why I didn’t like her, but I knew it from the start. She never made my head turn, or had me smiling when she walked in the room, she didn’t care for others but herself really. What she wanted. I didn’t want her.
But why? People used to all the time say how cute a couple we could be, and how we were a great match. I never thought so, because I seen it as just a tease. I have a great bet that she took it literately. We grew up in middle school, she was one of my closest friends. So why don’t I like her?
“Ash?” Brock asked alarmed.
“Why is it that I don’t love her, but she loves me?” I asked.
He yawned and snuggled into his pillow. “Cause your in love with someone else, and
you don’t even know it.”
………
I slept over at Brock’s house, on the floor, in his room. After our conversation he fell asleep, and never spoke up again. So that left me by myself, to think over and decide what I was suppose to do today. After going over my plan the third time, I crashed on the floor. It didn’t feel like I got a lot of sleep though, even though I woke up at 11:43am.
Now I sat here, still sleepy, on the couch watching some kids anime next to Riley. It was so bright and colorful, not like others I’ve seen that were like Death note* or so on. Brock was up too in the kitchen, fixing up Riley and his breakfast. The sweet wheat smell pinged my brain; pancakes. I didn’t even want to ask if he could make me one, I felt like if I ate anything I might throw up. Riley's brownish, red curls bounced on her shoulders, her toddler teeth exposed out when she smiled, the little dimples on her cheeks sunk in when she sang the anime theme song. She was such a morning person, just like Dawn and Mel.
She stopped, now watching me, and not the screen. I grinned and threw my head back almost over the edge of the arm chair. Her little self, crawled on to my lap, then she stood up on her knee’s, balancing while she poked my left cheek. I heard her chirp, and her two fingers curled in, on the sides of my mouth, stretching them upward. Her hold was strong, and she moved my head like a ball on a bead.
“Why ish Awsh mad? Yooh gwat to
smile, smile, smile!” ,her pitch rose in a sweet song. Brock whistled from across the room, sneezing after. Riley perched up, looking tords the kitchen now. Brock was in a apron ( I would have cracked up right there ) waving an spoon in one hand, and balancing a dish on the other. He looked better.
“Riley leave Ash alone and come and eat.” He placed the dish by a smaller one on the table. He crouched down, his hands shaping out to claws. “Or I’ll… Eat them all!”
“No! No! I want dem!” she squirmed on my lap, jumping off and ran to her big brother in his open arms. Brock laughed and swung her around in a circle before placing her in her booster chair. “Again! Awgain!” Brock sat down with her, rustling the top of her hair, and dug in. She giggled and joined him.
I reached for the remote to lower the volume on the T.V, and watched the two best friends laugh and eat. I always wondered if I had a sibling that it would be fun, to play with and protect them from the boogie man. Even if it was a sister I wouldn’t mind, but after watching Brock all these years, taking care of ALL of his brother’s and sisters, I thought twice about it. You had to have the patience to be a big brother, and responsibility. I’m ‘hot headed’ and often am not in the mood for things. ( Like now, I had no mood. ) I’ve seen Brock play hide and seek for 2 hours, and didn’t even look tiered. I have no idea how he does it.
Of the corner of my eye, I seen the clock. 12:10am. I moaned, time was going faster today, why can’t it be slower? Brock grunted from across the room, with Riley cooing to him, patting his arm. I got up, throwing the black remote on the couch. I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t wait, and strangely, I didn’t know why. I shrugged back into my jacket that was over the arm of the chair, and headed out for the door.
“Your not going to eat anything? That’s against your nature!” of course he had to have the last word. I just played a smile on my face, and threw a goodbye to them both. Well, now it’s time to face hell again.
Let’s get this over with.
I entered my home, not caring this time for hellos or goodbyes, I entered my room changing out my clothes into something lighter. Then I ran out to the living room, to pick up the keys to my car that was always parked in front of the house, by the curb. I hated driving, but this was the only fast way to get to my destination. Mom wasn’t up yet, so that drawn some luck to me, maybe she had a little too much to drink last night.
With shoes on, and car keys clenched in my hand, I clicked the open button. The car beeped back in response and unlocked it’s doors for me to enter, the ajar sound was blasting in the car, with the unused radio off, and the gray seats still having their fresh car scent. My mom gave me a car last year, but I never used it , I liked walking. I was glad I still knew how to opperate it, I clutched the thruster, and shifted the gear to drive, closing my door shut. The leather on the wheel was smooth, and dusty from long use, I griped it, my hands curling around it. I inhaled and exhaled, lightly tapping the gas pedal with my toe. The car jolted fast forward anyways, zooming up the street, and leaving a buzzed, Mark dazed as I passed.
I grumbled to myself, thankful for the tint that no one could really see me. You see, my mother is very giving, and loves buying the top of the line things. Even underwear. So guess what, I was granted a silver, Bentley infinity. They say they don’t see them around here at all, so I wouldn’t be surprised if a bunch of people gazed at it. I hated when the spotlight was on me. I hammered the brake on the second stop, the car Immanently halted, throwing me against my seat belt. No one was around, I looked side to side, then darted out again. This happened about 6 times before I made it to the main road.
I was fallowing the arrows pointing two ways: Elm and Hart. I made a sharp right turn, the rubber screeched for mercy on the blacktop, and the car picked up speed. I didn’t stop this time, it was an open road, my speed meter was on 120mph, and I was pressed against my seat. The trees and buildings all zoomed and blurred around me, the concrete was just a smooth lane of black silk.
135mph. My foot hovered over the brake waiting for the right time to stop it. Elm was next, I stomped hard on the petal, I twisted my body outwards, using all I had in me to make the sharp right turn. The rubber burned, screeching louder then before, the car skidded across the road, crumbling assault and crushing it. I succeeded on my turn, I brought my speed down to 20mph, cruising down the road, to find a spot to park.
I parked it, and left the car running, pushing the brake bar down. Her car wasn’t here yet, mine and some other cars were only here. Across the street was the huge park where I went to Riley’s birthday party last year. I turned up the radio at background level, and changed it to a random station, just something to feel the silence. It was 12:40am, just 20 more minutes before all hell would really break lose. I shut my eyes, and leaned my head back into the seat. I didn’t want this to happen, I was afraid that I would do something crazy, or hurt Misty. I didn’t want that to happen, even though she wasn’t innocent, she used to be my friend.
What was I going to do when I seen her? What was I going to say? Where is this going to end up? A bunch of questions buzzed in my head, like a noisy room of people walking around my head. The orange and red spots under my eyelids danced and smashed together, when the sun hid and appeared from behind the clouds.
“You can’t protect me forever! She has people, she’ll find a way.”
“Shut up.” I swung my head to my left, my forehead clinked against the glass. I wasn’t going to give up on her yet, I don’t let my friends get hurt. I’ll be there to watch over her, even if it
means forever.
I was starring out to space now, my eyes open, and locked on my arm that laid on the window. Cars were passing by, I read them each;
red, blue, blue, silver, black, yellow, black, red, white… I fidgeted with my keys, and flipped through the stations on the radio, landing on a familiar song that I knew. For the most part I worried, then I blanked out, then worried again. When the thought of leaving came to mind, a red truck parked behind me, with a red headed girl in the drivers side.
Here we go…
Her loud engine cut off, she swung her car door open, and leaped out with her hands in her pockets. I inhaled and holed it in, pulling out the key, and shoving them in my pocket. My hand griped the lever, yanking it harshly, and opening it too. I exhaled when my foot touched the asfault and the car replied in a pleasant beep. My feet carried me over to the other side of my car, where Misty was gazing over my car.
It’s just a car for Pete sake!
She smiled, all energy in her facial features rose up, with her one of her hands reaching out for me in a small hug. I stayed still when she touched me. Misty sighed and glanced up to the sky. “It’s such a wonderful day huh?” I nodded, no emotion on my face, “Yeah… The sky, the clear air,
every thing according to plan.” I didn’t miss how she rephrased the last three words.
“Sure. Ugh, but I wished it wasn’t so bright.” I stalled. I felt like gallons of water was being shoved through my thought, making my speech to pronounce harder on me. She giggled and sat on the hood of my car, I stood in front of her.
“so!” she clasped her hands, “What did you want to tell me?” The moment of truth was here, I was about to answer her question, when her phone interupted me. I sighed; she drawled her cell out and flipped it open. “Hello?” there was a long pause, with it her smile churned into something dark, devious. “Oh that’s great then, so our deal is complete? Okay. Okay, yes. No, I have him here with me, did she agree? Wonderful! It was great working with you. Thank you. Bye, bye.” The cell phone shut.
My body grew frigid, “Who was that?”
She laughed and placed her cell back in her pocket. “Just a friend of mines. You were going to say?”
“Who WAS that.” I demanded.
My hands were balled up, two things that were stapled on my thoughts bugged me. I wanted to know who it was, then I didn’t want to know. Misty didn’t answer me, she chuckled to herself, and muttered ‘nosy’ and got up to stand in front of me. Her fingers tapped on top of my shoulder, up and down. I backed away a little, glaring down at her.
“You don’t need to know, He already got what he wanted, and I’m going to get what I want…” that smile was still on her face, but her emerald eyes, pierced me with an unknown force. It was wanting, but craving.
Did someone just shoot me? I felt like I was ran over by a bus, or been punched in the gut by a pro boxer. It was the final piece to the puzzle, everything was true. And she knew that I was going to ask this today. This wasn’t happening. Misty? Why would she do this? Who is this person in front of me! Where is the real Misty?! She frowned, and leaned back next to the passenger door. The sudden rush of truth, crumpled my insides, I felt weak. Then it all stopped in a heartbeat.
He got what he wanted. Wait I was here, he didn’t beat me up. I was here, and he got what he-
“What did you do.” I breathed. She didn’t answer right away, only snorting to herself, crossing her arms.
“More like what I already done.”
What? My hand twitched beside me. “You see, your friend- what’s her name?” she was teasing now.
“May.” I answered acidly.
“Yeah whatever, her. Do you remember that first day? When you were going to met her to all of us?” I did, I remembered. She hissed, “ I hated that day. How she looked at you and you looked back. I was jealous, why couldn’t you look at me like that?” Because you’re not the same, you don’t smile like she does, you only care for yourself. You, you, you. “I noticed everyday how closer and closer you two got. She followed you everywhere, you laughed together, you smiled, you two blushed, and you did everything together. But when you ran after her, that’s when I drew the line. This needed to stop.”
Her body leaned against my passenger door, now smiling, with her expression bubbly. “I asked Drew what happened to Ryan Stone, I found out what he wanted, and what you did to him. We communicated, and forced a deal. She goes, you stay.”
Everything was tinted red, but I could still see everything clearly. My entire body trembled, a cloud of mist was fogging the inside of my mind, I couldn’t breath right. It came out sharp, and rigid, like I swallowed a bunch of knifes. She was smiling brightly, approved by my pain, and hatred that stung in my eyes. I stummbled closer, fighting the inferno that was boiling inside me.
“What does he want with her.” I demanded through my teeth. She didn’t answer, just amused in the look on my face, just rejoiced by my personal hell. “Misty, tell me! What does he want with her!” I growled.
“Like I’d care. Probably wants to use her as his toy, that stupid *****.”
A string snapped, My hand crashed into the window, the pieces of glass slitted my skin, slicing it as it crumpled and fell down in chunks. The blood gushed out, streaming down around my wrist, and dripping on the concrete. Misty didn’t scream, she laughed, hysterically lusted with what I was going through, her dark pitched poisoned me, causing me to see more red, with black shadowing around the edges of my vision. I driven her against the frame of the car, my blood stained her sleeve where it fell. I couldn’t feel the lightheaded feeling, the stinging didn’t bother me. The invisible knife punctured into my heart, was what I was feeling. How could Misty do this?
I panted glaring at the red faced girl in front of me, her green eyes, full with success, and accomplishment. My left hand griped the doors frame for me to balance me out, her laughing was loud, ringing in my ear drums. She chewed on her nail, standing on her tip-toes, and brought her mouth close to my ear to say one more thing.
“I always get what I want”
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Ohhhh...... next chapter ( SORRY!!!! TT_____TT ) is May's
HAHA!!! I love to watch *death note so I couldn't help putting it in! XD
R&R and I shaw'll be making more chappies!
