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-*-On The Wings Of
Love-*-
Chapter Six
I awoke to the loud, annoying chime of my phone ringtone in my
ear. Groaning, I made a mental note to change the ringtone.
Something I would probably never get to do, anyways. I picked it
up off the bedside table and read the text I had received.
“Good morning.” It read, from Marcus of course. I was
smiling as I texted in return. “Oh yeah…. It’s
great. Note sarcasm.” I added a smiley face before I sent
it. Rolling sideways off the bed I stood and stumbled groggily
over to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, and ugly girl I
recognized stared back. How could anyone ever love that?
I thought to myself in a disgusted tone. Running a brush through
the tangled mess that would soon be identifiable as hair I tried
to think of reasons as to why Marcus would pick me as his
girlfriend. Funny, smart, pretty, skinny, and just about
everything else a boy looks for in a girl where out. Of course he
had told me some of the reasons he liked me, but as I previously
stated: In my eyes, those are all lies. Moving onto my makeup, I
got so frustrated of looking for answers I gave up on it. He had
to be blind to like me. That was my final thought on the subject.
Finishing my makeup, I walked to my tiny closet and picked out my
normal outfit for the day: Black skinny jeans, converse, and a
hoodie over a spaghetti strap t-shirt. As I was dressing my
annoying as all hell ringtone sang out. Picking up the phone, I
read the text, smiling widely. “Meet me in the town
graveyard in ten minutes.” It said. I don’t think I
could have wiped that smile if my face had I wanted to; which I
didn’t. After I finished dressing and getting ready I ran
downstairs and out the door, slamming it hard behind me. My
parents hated it when I did that, and I was sure to get at least
a scream when I got home, but who cared? I sure didn’t. How
much worse can the abuse get than the normal torture that they
inflict on me daily? Walling down the street in that familiar
fast pace the cool breeze rushed past my face, cooling my
reddened cheeks. The welcome spring sun shone its rays down as
hard as it could, my face and torso. This will be a good
day.’ I thought. Then a thought occurred to me. I
always had to come home to good old Mom and Dad. It should be
a good day, until you get home. I reminded
myself, grunting under my breath. As I entered the graveyard, I
couldn’t catch sight of him. I looked around the cemetery;
it was eerie and un-groomed in here. As I looked around, I could
see nobody else in the cemetery. Downed branches were scattered
across the place, moss and vines climbed the lengths of the
headstones. It was like the scene of a movie. A creepy,
murderous, violent movie. Call me crazy, and people have, but I
felt at that moment like something was watching me. Like eyes,
glaring at the back of my body, watching every move I made as I
walked deeper into the foggy graveyard. I turned, yet I saw
nothing. The feeling continued as shivers ran down the length of
my spine, I knew my fear was probably irrational. I finally
decided to wait at the gate for Marcus, considering I could not
shake this nerve racking feeling. Honestly, and I never admit my
fear aloud, I was pretty scared. Walking a little faster than I
had on the way in, trying to look non-chalant, I hurried to the
gate. Whoever was watching me, if someone even was
watching me, would have to walk a little faster to catch up to
me. Suddenly a firm grip hugged my torso from behind, pinning my
arms to my sides. Their hand clamped over my mouth, just as the
thought occurred to me to scream. Knowing it was all I could do
to escape; I bit down firmly on the hand and yelled as it was
removed from my mouth. Instead of letting go of my torso, my
captor laughed. What the hell; who was this sick-o?
“Isabel, calm down. It’s me.” A beautifully
familiar voice said, and relief flooded my veins. I knew
immediately who it was, and that they wouldn’t hurt me.
Around him I felt only love and trust. He let me go and spun me
around to face him, love reflecting back to me in his eyes. They
expressed more than I thought his face ever would. “Hey
there, beautiful.” He said in that charming voice of his.
“Hey there, Meany.” I said with bitter but relaxed
sarcasm, pushing his shoulders backwards playfully. Not being the
most sturdy or best built guy around, he stumbled backwards
lightly. He laughed again and I chuckled nervously. “I
didn’t think you’d react that way. I also thought
you’d know it was me. I’m sorry, Isabel.” He
said and shook his hand. “You bit me.” He remarked, a
surprised smile on his face. He kissed my cheek, and I almost
melted. The kiss made everything all better. Dammit, I could
never stay mad at him.
The awkward silence lasted a while. It was probably shorter than it seemed. Marcus looked like he had wanted to say something as we walked along, but couldn’t find the right words. After he has scared me like that, I hadn’t talked again. His face had reminded me of the hostile expression my parents faces sometimes wore after they got drunk. His hand fled to the back of his head again, messing with his hair. He continued to watch his DC shoes as we walked, obviously embarrassed by his vehement behavior. “Sorry for… Yelling and acting like that back there.” He said quietly, not looking up. I nodded, though he couldn’t see, sort of afraid to speak. I didn’t know he could be that scary; like an automatic gun on safety mode. There were three things I just couldn’t understand. What was that thing, and why was he so protective of it? Also, why couldn’t he trust me with what it was? Slowly he held out his hand, looking up now. He waited for me to take it, looking tentatively at my face. The moon shone down brightly now, highlighting his handsome features. Gently I took his hand, no longer worried. The scary Marcus had left, and I was pretty confident the one I know and love was here to stay. I was still extremely curious as to what the thing was and why he didn’t want me to know about it, but I didn’t bring it up, nor did he. Silence had filled the air as we walked slowly down the path. I guessed he was still embarrassed, and I didn’t want to make him talk if he didn’t want to. As we reached the main road some time later, he finally broke the silence. “Which way is your house from here?” His voice sounded a little like it had when he had first talked to me. It was oddly gravelly, and rough. He smiled my way momentarily, trying to seem friendly and open. “It’s this way.” I said as I pointed right and began walking that way. “So… Will your parents be mad that your home this late?” He asked, now sounding concerned. I wasn’t going to tell him the sick truth, that they’d probably hit me a little more than usual. It would just worry him, and he didn’t need that. It was obvious he had his own problems. Nobody knew that my parents, the town recluses, were also abusive alcoholics. That was how I wanted to keep it. “Nah,” I said easily, shrugging. “They’re too busy.” I said truthfully, trying to sound non-chalant. It was the truth; I just made it off to sound like they were too busy with work or something. The truth about it was that they were too busy drinking all the time. He nodded evenly, buying my story from what I could tell. “What about you?” I asked, evading the subject. He sighed and looked down. Oops, what had I done this time? Obviously something was wrong. “I don’t have any.” He said, sounding sadder than I thought he’d express. “But what about Damon and” I started to say, but he cut me off. “They kind of got stuck with me. It’s a long story, one you probably don’t want to hear. Long story short, we’re not even related.” As he said it, he didn’t sound so sad anymore. He must have heard the sadness in his voice and sucked it up. As I was about to express my sympathy for him, we walked up the path to my house. Damn it all. Why does this always happen to me? Couldn’t I just have ten, twenty, forty minutes, possibly an hour with him?
I can probably guess what you are thinking. “Wow, they just met a few hours ago and they are already kissing.” Or: “That would never happen.” Or even: “Classic teenagers.” I get it, I was just as surprised. Anyways, back to my sweet, seemingly un-real reality. Slowly he pulled away and opened his eyes, staring right into mine. He was looking for something, and knowing the classic teenage boy, it was more than another kiss. But Marcus wasn’t like that. I knew it, I could just kind of tell. He was looking for the same passion that lit up his usually closed off features. Our breathing was a little faster than usual as we stared blankly into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, verifying emotions for ourselves and looking for the same emotions in each others eyes. “Holy… Whoa.” I said timidly, snapping out of the trance his mysterious, golden-green eyes had put on me. He snapped out of his trance and smiled almost regretfully at me. “It was too fast, huh?” He asked quietly. I didn’t realize that I felt that way until he said it. In fact, until he had said it, I had been ready to kiss him again, a lot longer this time. I nodded slowly, I mean, we had just met. I knew I had over-the-average feelings for him, but that didn’t mean we should kiss after a few hours of meeting. Nope, sorry; as much as I’d like to….. He shook his head, cursing himself. “I couldn’t resist. It was there, it was mine for the taking. And I, being so greedy…” He laughed lightly at his joke and got up, wiping the dirt off his back pockets. I got up too, nodding, and he held my hand as we walked through what seemed like the enchanted forest. Vines grew up and along the trees; a faint mist was covering most of the ground. The little sunlight that shone through to the forest floor had barely just been able to sustain a few small scrub plants on the ground. To some it might have felt eerie, but to me, it was perfect. A few times I glanced over at him; some to see his handsome face, other times to read his facial expressions. There weren’t a lot of those, considering he chose not to express most of them out in the open. He was guarded, like he had held a big secret for a long time, and if he messed up, his whole world was screwed. Of course, that could just be my over-active imagination at work, doing some un-reasonable detective work again. “Where are we going? Do you even know, new boy?” I joked, breaking the silence and smiling to show it was a joke and not a dig at him. He looked over, smiling as well. Good, he understood it was a joke. Sometimes I say things I later regret, because they can be easily misconstrued or switched around into something negative, when it’s supposed to be completely positive. Obviously sarcasm is like a second, if not first, language to me. “Truthfully, I have no idea where the hell I’m going. I am just procrastinating to spend more time with you.” It was amazing how one little comment could make someone, aka moi, smile so much. I looked up; darkness was approaching, the golden sunset just starting to fade into the nothingness. It was a really good thing it was Friday, considering my curfew was later on Fridaysthan the rest of the week. Last thing I needed was mad, drunk parents. Maybe if I was late for my curfew, then they’d have an actual reason to hit me. Marcus looked at the sky, frowning. Blackness had settled over the ground, and we could barely see our feet, never even mind where we were stepping. Crap, I could not be late. They’d probably kill me this time. I wouldn’t doubt that from them. To tell you the truth, they have come pretty damn close to it before. Why should today be different? Why, because I met a boy? Yeah, not like I’d ever tell them that. There was about as much a chance of me telling them that as there was for a unicorn to come down and take us for a nice little ride on its back. Looking back at what I just stated, I wonder: “Where those people right when they said I was crazy?” Marcus looked over; seeming mildly concerned, but not worried the least bit. He seemed confident that he could protect me. Hmm, let’s see. Tall, skinny teenage boy against… Let’s say, a crazy murderer yielding an axe. Who do you think would win? “We need to stay here until the moon comes out and we can see where we are stepping. Until then, we can just sit here I guess.” He said, obviously at a loss as to what we would do in the time we were sitting around, waiting on the big ‘ole moon to come out. Sitting down on a not-so-comfy downed branch next to him, I leant my head against his bony shoulder. It was a nice feeling, sitting here with someone who loved me, in a dark mysterious forest. I obviously didn’t get that a lot. It was like a dream. Moving my head back a little, still resting it on his shoulder, it hit something that felt like… It was sticking out of his back. At first I thought it was his backpack, so I went and grabbed it to move it. It was hard in the middle, but the outside was soft and smooth. The thing didn’t budge, but I barely had time to move my hand anyways. “What is th-” I began to say, but Marcus pushed my hand away and jumped up suddenly. He looked mortified, nervous and a little angry. The whole mixture was really un-becoming on him, and just plain scary. I pulled my hand back to my side quickly, staring up at him. “It’s nothing.” He said unconvincingly. “The path is clear. Let’s head back.” He said in a stoic tone, turning down the path and walking away. He didn’t even look behind to see if I was following. I got up, not wanting to be left behind when he disappeared into the dark forest path. I didn’t like this Marcus; I really wished I hadn’t touched whatever the hell that thing was. What could it have been anyways?! Pain welled up inside of me; he had actually pushed my hand away then lied to my face. Couldn’t he trust me at all?! All that I knew as: That was the last time I was ever touching that thing without his permission.
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