IBEROSTAR QUETZAL VACATIONS

I got lost in the kiss, a cloud was forming around my brain, making it impossible to believe of anything other than the kiss itself, it was gentle and questioning but still confident and intense; which was why I was so surprised when I pulled back without even meaning to. Derrick looked down at me with a confused smile, and when he leaned down to Make our lips meet again I stepped back, put my hand up between us and shook my head no. He sighed and said “Why not?”
It took me a few minutes to catch my breath but then I answered “No, It?s Dangerous.”
He shook his head in exasperation “I Doubt kissing you is going to kill me.” He said in a teasing tone.
I kept a straight face, not thinking this is funny, unlike Derrick.
“Maybe not the kiss itself, but items like that, points that make me not think, that?s when my powers get out of control.” I explained.

Derrick opened his arms and took a step forward about to envelope me in when I backed up and said “I came up here to take a shower, so I?m going to go do that and then go to bed.” I walked past him, toward the bathroom, struggling not to turn around and jump into his arms. After I was carried out showering I went down stairs to say goodnight to Olivia. I walked into the living room to find her sitting cross legged in a worn leather chair reading a novel having a light overhead. When she heard me walk in, she raised her eyes and put down her novel. I tried to read the title of the book but gave up and said “Well I came down to say great night and thank you for today.” She nodded but was frowning, I was about to ask if something was wrong when she said “Would you do me a favor.” I was confused for a minute but agreed nonetheless. “Well, see I?m very fond of my nephew, in a way he is like my son.” I nodded not really understanding where she was headed. “Well I just hope you didn?t hurt him too badly when you turned him down” she finished. “How did you, in no way mind.” I said then continued with “Nothing happened, and I don?t even think he likes me that way, I certainly don?t like him that way.” I lied more to myself than her.

She nodded giving me a knowing appear. “Well then, sleep well Claire.” She said with a smile, which produced me feel like she could read my thoughts as if they were written on the pages in the book in front of her. I nodded and turned to go upstairs I slept well again that night. The next few weeks passed pretty quickly, Olivia and I worked on my powers every day except Sundays; when she insisted it was crucial that she dress me up to go to church. (I had a feeling the not many people said no to Olivia.) I was nervous when she said she would find me something to wear, especially when I walked into my room I found a pile of folded clothes and the top was something that was purple. I walked over and picked up the top piece and as I suspected it was a deep purple V-neck blouse. I sighed in anticipation and went to go put them on, I had to admit that the blouse was cute; the black slacks were a little short but fit fine otherwise. When I looked in the mirror I had to do a double take.

I looked fairly; I had never ever believed I had looked fairly prior to, I wasn?t really concerned with looks while I was on the run. I put on the black ballet flats and walked down stairs I gasped when I saw Derrick down stairs, even from behind he looked utterly handsome, he was wearing a blue suit that I was nearly positive would make his blue eyes pop, my eyes went over to Olivia and she looked beautiful in a flowing knee length blue dress. I pulled together my expression and started to walk down the stairs when I began my decent, Olivia turned and her expression was warm and loving, then Derrick turned and I got the pleasure of seeing his eyes go big in shock. When I got to the main floor Olivia walked straight up to me and enveloped me in her arms and then held me at arm?s length examining me. “You appear lovely, the close virtually fit exactly.” She said. Derrick grunted in agreement and looked away. “Well I guess it?s time to go, I will get the car.” Olivia said, leaving me and Derrick by ourselves. I reached up to play with a bit of chiffon on the sleeve of the blouse.

It was a few seconds ahead of he said anything “She?s appropriate you know, the clothes look very good on you.” He said playing with the cuff of his suite jacket nervously. I looked down at myself not positive what to say to him. ?I?m sorry I really like you, but we could by no means date due to the fact I may burn you alive?? yea I don?t think so. When the car horn honked and we both looked up and slightly jumped. We both walked out to the car. When we walked into the church people didn?t stare at me like a bug that must be squashed, but like an individual who had been there before. I was surprised that people came up and talked to me appropriate away showing no resistance, I don?t know what I expected, people pointing at me and yelling murderer maybe, but that didn?t happen. I didn?t pay significantly attention to the music or the readings but one thing did catch my ear, when the pastor said “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” I spent the rest of the service pondering if it was true. ?how can 1 almighty getting be so forgiving, I?m positive he doesn?t forgive murders.?

When the service was more than we all stood up and began filing out the doors, I turned around and saw the pastor sorting papers and closing books. I looked back at Derrick and Olivia then said “I will be right back, I?m going to go ask him something.” I heard Derrick start to say “I will come with you.” But Olivia cut him off and shooed me off to the pastor. I walked up to him and he looked up at me pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. “Well, your new, are you here with the Calder?s?” I was confused for a minute and then realized he was talking about Olivia and Derrick. I nodded my head yes and he smiled and said “Ahh you must be Derrick?s girlfriend.” My eyes widened and I quickly shook my head no. He chuckled and continued “Oh I?m sorry, it?s just that he hasn?t been back in virtually four years, I just assumed.” He trailed off. I smiled “No problem, that kind of what his aunt assumed too, no he?s just a friend.” He smiled and shook his head in agreement but I got the same feeling that I got from Olivia. “well I was just curious about something you said, about how God forgives, well do you really think that God can forgive anyone, like say what if an individual killed someone.” He nodded “well yes I do believe if you ask god for forgiveness, he will forgive you; but that?s the easy part, first you need to forgive yourself.” I stood there thinking about it for a minute and looked in the door and back at the pastor.

“Thank you.” I said. And then not knowing whether to hug him or shake his hand, I smiled and walked away. When I walked out I saw Derrick and Olivia sitting in the car patiently. I quickly got in next to Derrick and we drove off. We drove to Olivia?s house and saw a couple of cars parked out front and Derrick stopped and Olivia began to obtain out I gapped in the shiny black Cadillac parked proper in front of the door. I yelled for Olivia to obtain back into the car just as huge men started to pour out of the house carrying various weapons. I then yelled for Derrick to drive and he pulled out of his shocked state enough to drive. We whipped out of the drive way and sped down the road taking random turns trying to make certain he would have a hard time trying to find us. We drove at least twenty miles more than the speed limit for thirty miles ahead of Derrick let his foot ease off the gas pedal a little. “We need to have to find somewhere to stay just before it gets dark.” Olivia said after about an hour of silence. It felt like ice cracking and melting away, we could process things, and talk, and strategy. We drove past a couple of grimy motels ahead of we passed a nicer Inn and decided to stay there.

We settled down into a suite me and Olivia sharing 1 room, and Derrick getting 1 to himself. Olivia stayed in the room to make some telephone calls to neighbors to try and find out what had happened, while Derrick and I walked to a department store down the road to obtain some changes of clothes and some food. When we got there we split off to obtain clothing After a while I found a couple shirts and pairs of pant for me and a couple for Olivia, and a backpack to replace my old one, I went to find him stopping in the jewelry counter to appear at a charm bracelet that had a charm for each element except spirit, they were each created of silver with a casting of the element and a colored stone to represent the element. Fire had a red stone, wind held a yellow stone, water had a wave having a blue stone, and earth showed a tree having a green stone laid into the trunk of the tree. I gasped as Derrick snuck up behind me and looked up at his smiling face; I looked back down in the bracelet while he said “It?s perfect for you.” I nodded in agreement, but then pulled him away from the counter so that we could pay and get back to the Inn without getting seen too considerably.

When we walked back into the suite Olivia was sitting on the couch in tears. Derrick dropped all the bags and ran over to his aunt. “What happened?” he murmured. Olivia wiped her eyes and said “The house, they lit it on fire, it?s not all gone but a great deal of the stuff in the house is gone.” I walked more than to her and knelt down to her eye level and said “Olivia I?m sorry it?s my fault?” When Derrick who was furious said “Yea, it is.” Olivia and I both looked at him shocked. Olivia started to chastise Derrick when I stood up tears forming in my eyes I walked to the room I was staying in and shut the door behind me. I didn?t even alter out of my clothes I just went straight to the bed that wasn?t covered in telephone books and papers. I laid there for what seemed like hours prior to Olivia came in quietly and in a hushed tone said “Claire? Are you up?” I kept quiet wondering what I would say. After a few minutes she went to the bathroom and then came back out and got into bed. I sat there for hours thinking about that beautiful house charred and broken, while What Derrick said replayed in my head. I looked in the clock it was three in the morning I got up and grabbed the bag of clothes and shoved them into the backpack I bought, put on my shoes from the day prior to, grabbed some cash off the night stand subsequent to Olivia and walked out shutting the door quietly behind me.

I turned around jumping when I saw a figure sitting in a chair in the dark. I fumbled around and flipped the switch for a nearby reading lamp. There was Derrick looking tired and worn looking up at me. “Your leaving, aren?t you.” He asked. I nodded and said “It?s the safest thing for you guys, the farther you are away from me, the better. Besides it?s what I do best, running.” He didn?t say anything back so I walked out the door and headed down and out of the hotel. I spent the subsequent several days dodging Garrett?s henchmen and headed north. When I got to Michigan I settled down in a motel trying to lay low. I was reading the paper 1 day, when I read an ad that said psychic influence, help with depression, post-traumatic stress disorder? etc. I?m not quite positive why it made me feel of an Elemental however it did, I decided to head to the address shown not confident if I would find one of my kind or not. When I arrived it was kind of like what I expected a psychic?s “office” to be like, with purple beads running down the front door and the smell of incense filling the room, when I walked to the back there was a table with a cheesy Crystal ball in the middle along with tarot cards. When I heard somebody walk up behind me I turned and was not expecting what I found.

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Enlarge ImageSo I got the job, should I jump for joy? Or go stone myself to death for committing once again to society? I wasn?t even ready to start working again, I needed the money, that’s the only thing that keeps making me filling out applications. I wanted to keep my job now, I didn’t want to maintain getting fired. I guess I’ve a poor attitude like my 3rd grade art teacher told me, She got so frustrated when I colored out of the lines on purpose. How she tried to be patient and thought I had ADD or something, demonstrating to me more than and more than how to color something, and how I would just hold the crayons as if I was stabbing a person and I would scribble all around, not caring. How she eventually broke down one day and cried, just due to the fact I was a Nuisance, and said “You have a poor attitude.” Now I laughed just thinking about it, from the bathroom I watched Emma frown at the television as she played with the remote. I was getting ready for my first day, working at a store, what?s the big fuss about that? and besides, this toothpaste was beginning to taste like metal.

“Chase.” Emma called to me as I spit into the sink and rinsed my mouth out.

“Yup?”

“The TV isn?t working.” I wiped my mouth and walked towards her. I flipped by way of the blank channels and looked back at her innocent face searching for the solution in my eyes.

“It seems like the cable been cut off again.”

“But it hasn?t been cut off for a long time now.”

“That?s because I had a job.”

“You don?t have a job anymore?” Emma asked looking sadder.

“Uh why don?t you watch one of these.” I took some tapes I recorded cartoons more than for her a while back. She popped one into our old VCR player.

“This spongebob episode is so old.”

“I?m sorry Emma it isn?t much I could do.” I said looking down and she finally smiled.

“It?s okay Chase, I?ll watch it again.” She hopped on the couch and ate her chips as she watched it.

“Chips that?s what you?re eating for breakfast?”

“Why not?” She shrugged. Cooking that?s 1 thing I needed to learn, I brought a cook book a while back but its lost now. I don?t even believe I?ll have the time to cook either way, Emma been eating nothing but junk for weeks.

“We?ll don?t watch TV for too long, I’ve to drop you off at the center.”

“Why today?”

“I got a job, so my shifts aren?t arranged yet, get ready.” She walked to her room and closed the door.
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“Welcome to your first day.” Mona said as I walked in.

“Thanks.” I said not looking at her as I walked to the back.

“Hello there, William proper?”

“Yeah.” I scratched my head. “But I prefer Chase.” He stared at me and then laughed.

“And I prefer Bill gates but I?m stuck as George the manager of a grocery store.” He pat me on the shoulder. “You have to wear these jackets, I?ll make your name tag now.” He said passed me a red vest that Mona was also wearing. I quickly put it on. “Alright, I won?t give you counter today, you can go exchange the milks in aisle 8, throw out the expired ones and placed the new ones in, they?re in the back.” I nodded and walked away. I kneeled down as I placed the first old gallons on the floor, I looked by way of more dates placing more on the floor. I then looked around as some customers were coming in. This wasn?t so bad I guess, I know for sure I won?t miss the smell of wood polisher and plastic from my old job.

“Just dump them all.” I turned to see one more employee leaning on the wall smiling down at me.

“All of them?” He nodded. “Isn?t that wasting it?”

“Nope, appear.” He bent down subsequent to me, practically shoving me to the ground. “September 15, September 16 September 15, September 17, there all around the same date, 6 days old then today’s date, I don?t even read the dates anymore, just dump them all.” He shrugged standing back up.

“Oh alright, thanks I guess.” I said brushing off my knee.

“No problem kid.” He then walked away.

A few hours had past and I was now putting fresh loaf of bread up on the shelves. I met some more employees who looked very determine with their job. I stared more off and caught Mona staring at me from a far distance. Something about that girl crept me the fuck out. I turned to see the same guy ahead of right behind me.

“Here?s your name tag Willis.”

“It?s William.” I said annoyed. “Uh..Its Chase.” I corrected sliding the name into the paper holder in my vest.

“Uh oh are you 1 of those peoples with like 7 names?” He asked opening a jar of peanut butter, dipping his finger in it and eating it.

“Uh, no I just go by Chase that?s all.”

“But your real name is Willis?”

“William.” I said aggravated. “It?s not rocket science.” He laughed covering the peanut butter back and placing it back on the shelve.

“Well I?m Shawn.” He pointed to this name tag as if I couldn?t hear him. “But I go by?Shawn.” He said laughing again.

“You should go by Sleezy dickhead who eats items off the shelves and puts them back.”

“Oh that?s nothing, customers don?t expect a thing.” He said shrugging.

“Yeah but that could have been the same peanut butter I brought my ?.by no means mind.” I said walking away.

“How do you like your job so far?”

“It?s wonderful, this is my dream job.” I said aloud and he laughed.

“Hey can I help you.” I turned to see him flirting using a lady.

“Oh no thanks.”

“You confident? I could push your cart for you.” He winked and she shook her head and walked away. “Fine you can blow me later.” He said under his breath. I smirked and shook my head at how rude he was, I then walked to another aisle to start my subsequent task.
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My first day at work went pretty very good, although I got a bit yelled at for mixing the diet sodas with the regulars for the fourth time. I really wasn’t an organized person, I don’t even wear matching socks everyday, and now I had to organized points in the store. I avoided Mona the whole day, she seem to catch the hint as she left me alone for the rest of the night.I picked up Emma after my shift was more than, it was now 7 pm. She tiredly walked outside and sat in the back seat.

“Chase I was like the only 1 there today.”

“Oh I?m sorry Emma.” I said starting the car. “Put on your seat belt.”

“Why couldn’t I just stay home?”

“Because I don’t want you home alone.”

“But what if mom was home?”

“I believe I’ll rather you home alone then home alone with mom.”

“Do you hate mom?” She said yawning and I paused.

“Mom is different.” I said shrugging, hoping she didn’t want me to explain further.

“I?m starving.” She said I smiled and passed her a pack of pudding I got from my job. She opened it and licked the lid.

“No spoon?”

“We?re going home now so you?” My voice trailed off as I heard her gulping the cup down quickly. “That hungry huh?” She then smiled wiping her lips. Later that night I brushed Emma?s hair as she fell asleep. I looked in the time, it was 1:00 am and my mom still wasn’t home. I shook my head and stood up. I turned off Emmas room light and shut the door behind me.
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I feel like I knew every detail on the classroom clock, it wasn’t a ordinary clock, my teacher wants to be the odd 1 out and buy his own. I guess to add some “personality” to the room. It was a wooden forest theme clock. The reason I said I believed I knew every detail is simply because I stared at it for the full period of class. Watching time waste away as he taught. Nothing else interested me in that classroom. Also I hated math, who cares what the square root was of 169, after we knew simple adding and subtracting I didn’t see what the big deal was anyways.

“A ..50.” My math teacher Mr.Tanger said placing my exam in front of me. “Chase you last exam was a 49.”

“I improved.” I said nodding pushing the paper aside.

“And you test just before that was a 48.”

“Uh huh.” I said looking at him. He dressed like a lawyer, why didn’t he just become a lawyer, it was hot out and he had a full suit on, freshly pressed, not 1 strand of hair out of line. He took his job way to seriously, he was a teacher big whoop, to help educate the people of today correct? when all we really do is come to school simply because it feels like its not a option.

“Do you see the pattern here?” He asked.

“Yeah that means in a couple of other future test I’ll eventually pass.”

“Uh.” He said and some girls laughed behind me. “You have to pass at least 4 exams in my class….Every thing gets averaged in Chase”

“And this is a pretty average job Fred.” I said and he shook his head simply because I called him from his first name again. “You should of became a lawyer.” The whole class laughed again, but I was becoming absolutely significant. He gave up and walked away from me, most people believe I was funny, I don’t feel I’m funny I just wanted the bell to ring already. 20 minutes later my wish was fulfilled. I stood up, my legs were numbed from sitting in 1 position too long.

“Hey Chase.” A girl said to me as I walked towards the door, I by no means knew her name, I hardly knew anyone’s name since I didn’t talk to anyone besides Brandon and Vinny. I didn’t even pay attention during attendance.

“Uh Hey.”

“You were fairly funny in class today.” She said chewing her gum seductively.

“Yeah…thanks?”

“I was wondering are you currently doing anything after school?”

“I have to go to practice.”

“Practice.” She said following me like a puppy.

“Yeah band practice.”

“Oh your in a band, that’s so sweet.” She laughed again.

“Alright catch you later.” I said patting her shoulder and I walked away. Women been trying to have sex with me since I could remember, I don’t know why, was my grumpiness a turn on? The band boy don’t give a fuck vibe produced their panties wet? I just didn’t get it, I didn’t put much believed into my appearance and I wasn’t a smooth talker. Every one just seemed like clones to me, no one was interesting.
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“Alright let?s do it again.” Brandon said and I started to strum the guitar once again as Vinny beat on his new drum set. We been practicing for an hour now, I honestly had better items to do after school, like stare at my room ceiling. I saw Brandon nod his head to the music, but using a faded frown on his face.

“Nah I?m not feeling it at all.” He said standing up. “Stop Vinny.” He did and then Brandon turned to me. “Play the second verse chords again.” I did and they both stared at my hand movements. “It just seems a little off.” He scratched his head in frustration. “But you did practice proper?”

“I had to work.” I said and Vinny shook his head.

“Oh you got yet another job?” Brandon said and I sat down and placed my guitar aside. “Well okay we just have to practice double today.”

“I’m a bit tired.” I said shrugging, the look he gave me, I wouldn?t have been surprise if he punched me proper in my face correct then and there.

“You know what Chase, you?re a fucking joke.” He said and Vinny shook his head again.

“How am I a joke?”

“If you don?t start getting serious, you will be replace.”

“Fine replace me then.” I stood up to start to leave.

“Stop acting like a fucking emo kid and get with life.”

“Emo kid?” I asked slightly laughing at his sad attempt of an insult.

“What are you like depress or something?” He said coldly.

“Brandon stop.” Vinny said from the corner of the room.

“Are you on drugs?” He said moving closer.

“Not yet.” I said staring back into his eager eyes.

“What is it? Meth because you?re fairly fucked up.” He said and I laughed.

“Guys stop.”

“Just since you mom screwed virtually all the men in town and your daddy doesn?t want you, doesn?t mean you have to take it out on us.” I stared at him, what the hell did he just say? I swung hard at him and saw him fall back on the floor, with blood coming from his mouth. He jumped right back up and charged towards me and Vinny quickly came more than and pulled him away.

“Can you guys stop, what the fuck.” He said madly.

“Get out my house.” Brandon said wiping his mouth and I left. When I was in the car I cursed myself for leaving my guitar in there. I spend about 100 for it, and for what? For some cheesy ass band, what kind of name was Helens Grave anyways? And he had the nerve to call me emo. I looked back at his house and saw them looking via the blinds. I then pressed on the break and drove off. How dare he talk about my mom that way, I mean even though it was true, how dare he. A few minutes later I was in the bar, I didn’t know where else to go and my knuckles were starting to hurt from hitting Brandon?s teeth. I stared at them as I ordered yet another drink. I looked across the bar and saw an older woman staring at me, she looked about 40, I wasn?t even in the mood, but what the hell correct? Wasn’t it every mans dream to do a M.I.L.F, She was dancing with an older guy, most likely her husband, and she was practically raping me with her eyes.
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A few minutes later I was sitting in my car in front of the bar, the sun was going down, I turned to see the same older lady coming out the bar about 5minutes after me. She bent down by the window and I opened the door.

“Hey handsome.” She said coming in. Hey handsome, it reminded me of Emma?s grandma, prior to she died, how she would usually say that to me and pinch my cheeks every time she saw me with Emma. I certain didn’t want to picture Emmas grandma while having sex with her. She stared at me as if I was food, licking her pouty lips, flirting with her long jet black hair and heavy makeup. “You a quiet 1 aren?t you?” She smiled. “Well I guess I?ll just have to loosen you up a bit.” She took her shirt off and fully exposed her saggy bags. I don?t know what was lower, my gas pedal or her nipples. “You like that?” She said massaging them. I looked forward and from the corner of my eye I could see her frustration.

She then reached for my pants and unbuckled it. I just couldn?t believe, me and Brandon got in such a big fight for stupidness, I guess the band does mean a good deal to him. I don’t even know why I came to the bar tonight, I only came for 1 thing and I really wasn’t in the mood, and my damn hand wont stop throbbing already. I looked in the lady again as she struggled with my zipper, I just wasn?t horny, I should just let her out ahead of she got even more disappointed. “What the hell?” She said exposing my penis. “You?re not even?are you gay?” She said laughing. I pushed her hand away and zipped my pants back up. “Aww you are, your confused aren’t you.” She said putting her wrinkly hands by way of my hair. “Its a shame you really are handsome.” Would she stop saying that!. She then laughed again.

“Oh you?re really a woman?” I said playing along and she gave me a confused face. ” Sorry I thought you were just in drag.”

“Fuck you.” She said coming out the car while putting her top back on outside. She slammed my car door hard and walked back in. I felt poor, no I didn?t feel poor, I didn?t feel anything, It created no sense, how I was yearning to end it all, but while I was still alive nothing interested me. I just didn?t fucking get it. What damn list was there to make? when I couldn’t even stay interested to finish the task. I turned back towards the club door and saw the lady husband coming out angry. My hand was already hurting me, I then pressed on my brakes and drove off.

Since Atane had spilled the beans about his race becoming demons, Liz could not find an ounce of desire to speak to anyone. The bedroom was darkened, not only by the lack of light, but by her own emotions. Discouraged, angry, frustrated, irritated, and most of all, she was lonely. Melody would come by twice a day to deliver meals; once in the morning and once in the evening. She had tried speaking with Liz but found that it was a futile attempt. Kota found the situation gratifying for he had said, “this was bound to happen, not even surprised by the human”. It annoyed her that he was right, but he was; she was just a human whose worth was less than two cents.

It was Friday, or so she believed, when a disturbance erupted from the other side of the door.

“Jezebel, get your arse back int? d?at kitchen d?is instance!” an old hag cried out.

A small thrumming of feet responded to the command then a small girl burst into the room. The first thing Liz noticed was her beautiful white hair and her incredible silver eyes. The small girl left a chill on Liz?s spine as she ran across the room, barely giving Liz a second glance, then slid below the twin sized bed. Liz heard a heavy set of footsteps and then a large woman appeared in the door frame, holding her stomach as she heaved for breath.

“Gal, I aint as ?tupid as you believe me ta? be,” she said, stepping into the room as she looked around. Using a grunt she turned and faced Liz, her short brown permed hair matted onto her sweaty cheeks. “Do ya? know where she is?” she asked, beady eyes barely sticking out of the pudgy rolls that made up her wrinkled face.

Liz swallowed, her gaze in no way wavering from the woman?s eyes, then shrugged. The woman huffed then turned out of the room, rushing down the opposite direction of the hallway in a vain search for the little girl.

After the woman?s footsteps faded, the girl called Jezebel inched her way out from under the bead.

“Is she really gone?” she whispered, in a soprano voice.

Liz merely nodded, too used to being quiet lately to speak. Jezebel sprang up, her white blouse that was a few sizes too big for her, hanging just past her legs like a dress and her black leather boots hit the ground having a loud ?thud?. Liz believed she may have been around the age of six, but was not particular.

“Thanks, but I don?t want no help from a human,” Jezebel spat, crossing her arms more than her chest.

Liz bowed her head apologetically then laid back onto the bed more, finding little comfort in the cold embrace of the pillow at her back.

The little girl arched her back and ran her fingers by way of her hair as her eyes ran over Liz, scrutinizing. “So, are ya a prisoner or just plain stupid for running around here and getting caught?”

Liz blinked then shrugged, staring down at her hands as her fingers enlaced themselves.

Jezebel kicked at the floor, sticking her hands in her pockets as she tilted her head. “You aint got considerably to say. I?m Jezebel but I like to be called Jez,” she said, her soprano voice hitching a gentle tone.

Finding no other way to respond, Liz cleared her throat and replied, “It is nice to meet you, Jez, I am Liz.”

With a giggle, Jez flopped herself down onto the bed beside Liz. “Our names sound alike. Jezzzz and Lizzzz,” she exclaimed then repeated the names once more and gave an abrupt shrug, “Well sort?a.”

Liz smiled at her confusion and shrugged, “I suppose.”

“You really don?t talk a lot, ya know,” said Jez as she jumped off the bed and produced her way towards the door. “Come on, lets go steal a few more cookies then walk around town.”

Liz, by no means, was going to walk around having a bunch of freaks; but fresh air was awfully tempting and chocolate cookies were her favorite. Uncertain, she stood, flexing her leg muscles, then wandered more than to the girl. “Is it safe?”

Jez gave a hearty laugh, then took Liz?s hand. “Course, it safe, I will protect you,” she said, pulling out a five inch silver blade having a golden handle.

Liz reared back in surprise as she pointed to the blade, “Are you allowed to carry that at your age?”

Puzzled, Jez put it away and shrugged, “When we turn 150 they let us carry weapons.”

For a split second Liz thought she was joking and practically began laughing, but the sincerity in the young girl?s eyes told her she was dead serious. Fear shook Liz?s sanity once more, but she let it go and merely nodded and squeezed Jez?s hand. “Right, ?kay,” she replied.

With a jolt of childish excitement Jezebel giggled and lead Liz out into the hallway, and hopefully not into the hands of peril.

Leslie- Thanks soo a lot haha yeah, i wish life was like that too

Becky- thanks sooo much!

Darlyz aww thanks, and yes, she does like Alex a little… I get most of my ideas from music or dreams, but this particular idea is a based off a true story, it?s a story from my friend?s last relationship (we aren?t best friends… more like acquaintances) … and that relationship was with my brother…. (who is Jared btw… and Noelle is based of my friend) my character is in this book too…. d?you wanna guess who it is?

Sara thank you soo significantly!

Milena I enjoy H2O too! I used to watch it all the time haha like I told Darlyz, most of my story ideas come from music or dreams, but this one is based off a true story, my friend?s last relationship (we aren?t best friends… more like acquaintances)… and that relationship was with my brother…. (who is Jared btw… and Noelle is based of my friend) my character is in this book too…. d?you wanna guess who it is?

Chapter 11: Falling

Noelle?s POV
I left before dinner, and walked home, mom was still gone, not like I cared. I created some fruit salad and took the bowl and a spoon up to my room.

I climbed out the window and sat on the flat part of the roof, dangling my feet off the side, soaking in the sun while I ate. There was a little wind, but it wasn?t very strong and after I finished the fruit salad, I drifted into sleep in the warmth of the setting sun.

My cell telephone ringing woke me up with a jerk and as I sat up, I slipped, and started to fall. My feet kicked the bowl and spoon off the roof as I fell. I grabbed onto the edge of the roof, screaming as loud as I could, struggling to pull myself up. “Help!” I screamed, hoping somehow a person would hear me.

My elbows and forearms were scraped up from scrambling to grab something when I fell, and I knew my face would be bruising since I smacked it off the side when I grabbed the edge.

My hands were hurting from the tight grip I had on the edge of the roof, and I was freaking out. I felt around with my feet, praying there would be something to stand on, but of course not. Nothing was jutting out of the side of the house… except, my toe brushed something. The window sill!

But it was just out of reach. Unless… I loosened my grip, slightly, and carefully, shakily lowered myself a tiny bit until my toes were resting on the window sill. I couldn?t do anything else, except for hope a person would come. My toes were on the window sill and I was still gripping the edge of the roof, but I was basically stuck.

My arms were screaming out and I was calling out for help. My telephone began ringing. If only I could reach it. It just stopped ringing when I heard a person call my name.

“HELP!” I screamed. “BACK HERE!” I heard running.

“Oh my gosh Noelle, what are you doing?” It was Alex.

“Go inside and out my window, hurry I?m starting to slip.” If only I could just slide in the window that I was standing on, but doing that would mean letting go of the edge of the roof, which would mean falling. I couldn?t stay balanced up against the side, with only part of my feet standing on the window…

He ran inside and I heard him sprinting up the stairs. Prior to long, he was climbing out my window and hurrying over to me. “Grab my hand!” He said, reaching out. I let go of the roof for a brief second and produced a swing at his hand. I missed and wobbled, screaming in fear, I grabbed the roof again.

“Help help help!” I was panicking and hyperventilating. He climbed back inside and ran out the door, to the garage. He grabbed the ladder that was propped up on the side of the garage and ran it more than to me. He set it just beside me, and I carefully, slowly moved one foot more than to it. Then 1 hand, then the other foot and the other hand.

I was shaking like crazy when I got to the ground and I collapsed, my knees weak, feeling like jelly. I sat, huddled on the ground, crying, and he sat down beside me, putting an arm around me. He realized I was shaking so poor and he wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back, soothing me, until I slowly stopped shaking and crying.

I don?t know how long we sat there, until I eventually felt my strength building back up. I wiped my face clear of tears and realized that my arms were sort of bloody. I carefully stood up, holding onto Alex until I was sure my legs were strong enough, then I walked inside, Alex right behind me. I washed my arms in the sink, carefully and painfully, then put some gauze on and taped it.

I looked in the mirror and practically laughed. I looked awful. My tears had left my face red and blotchy, using a little smeared make up and my hair was messy, most likely from sleeping on it. I splashed some water on my face and toweled it off, then combed via my hair quickly. I walked out into the living room where Alex was sitting on the couch.

“Are you okay now?” He asked when I sat subsequent to him.

“Ye-” My voice sounded hoarse, and I cleared my throat and then tried again. “Yeah. I?m okay… just a little shaky still… that was so scary.”

“What were you doing?”

“I fell asleep on the roof… and when I woke up, I fell off…” I blushed. “It was stupid really. Oh crap, I left my phone up there.” I began to stand up, but Alex stood up.

“I?ll get it. Stay here and try to rest.” He left and I smiled. He was sweet. When he came back and handed me my telephone, I looked in the two missed calls. Both were from Jared. “Go ahead and call him back. I don?t care, if you?re worried about it being rude.” He told me.

I smiled. “Thanks.” I pressed call and held the phone to my ear.

“Babe! Why didn?t you answer earlier?”

“I didn?t answer since I was busy holding onto the edge of the roof, trying not to fall to my death.” I blushed as I was saying it, feeling stupid.

He began laughing, but then stopped, “Wait, are you currently significant?”

“Yeah, I fell asleep on the roof, and when you called, the ringing of my phone jerked me awake and I slipped and almost fell, but Alex got a ladder and I got down without dying.”

“Wow… are you okay?”

“Yeah, I?m fine Jared.”

“Really? Are you just saying that, or are you really okay?”

“I?m really okay. I?m a little scraped up, but I?m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

I laughed. “I?m one hundred percent positive.”

“Okay.” He sounded relieved. “So how was your day?”

“It was good. Most of my classes are nice. My history teacher is sooo boring though. He?s got the most annoying voice.” I laughed. “How was yours?”

“It was fairly excellent, surprisingly. I?ve got fantastic classes. I?ve got drafting!” That was the class he had been hoping for.

“Really? That?s awesome!” I grinned, happy for him. “That?s really really fantastic!”

“I know. I?m psyched! It?s gonna be an awesome school year.”

“That?s good.” I smiled.

We talked for a little bit longer, but I cut it off short, simply because I didn?t want to be rude. Alex was still sitting on the couch when I hung up. “So, what did you come more than for?” I asked, shoving the phone in my pocket.

“Well I heard you scream, and that was one reason, but the other was to bring your flip flops.” He handed me the shoes and I smiled.

“Oh yeah, thanks.” I laughed lightly, feeling slightly stupid.

He shrugged. “No problem.”

“How can I pay you back?”
“Well… could you show me around the town sometime maybe?” He asked, with an impish grin.

I laughed. “Of course I can. D?you wanna now? I?ve got nothing to do.”

“Sure. I?d adore to.” He replied. I stood up and he followed me out the door.

We walked down towards the causeway, where most of everything is around. “This is where most of the kids around here hang out.” I told him, motioning towards the many groups of kids who were walking around.

“I figured.” He smirked and I smiled.

“Yeah, well I was just saying.” I looked out towards the lake.

“And I?m guessing that is the lake correct there.” He said, pointing to the lake.

I sighed, smiling. “Yes. Thank your Mr. Observant.”

He chuckled and looked around. “It?s nice here. There?s so many tiny little stores and stuff.”

“Yeah, it?s the most popular spot around. There are a great deal of parties here during the summer.” I tripped over something and started to fall forward, but Alex grabbed my arm and steadied me.

He started laughing, as he asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I?m fine.” I knew I was red from embarrassment… I groaned when I realized a group of other kids had seen me virtually fall and were laughing. I ducked my head, letting my hair cover my face and quickened our pace, past the small group and down to the edge of the lake.

There have been so many things I’ve wanted to say. So many issues I’ve been thinking about. I feel like I’ve just been sitting around, thinking of what’s going to happen in my life. I’m tired or waiting– for items that are supposed to happen or for points that should have happened. I’m completed with being the stupid sinner that I am. I want to alter.
Is it wrong to want something so bad and not be able to have it? Is it wrong to cry about it because you can’t handle it anymore? I don’t know anything anymore. I want to just leave and in no way come back as a result of all the stress in my life. Is that so wrong?
Why do we have to go by way of stupid stuff all the time? Why can’t we ever get a break? Why? I know that God loves me. I really do. But sometimes it’s really hard to rely on Him when you have so considerably going on in your life… so much negative stuff.

I wish my life were easier. I know that’s everyone’s wish. But at this moment in time I feel like I can’t go on. I wish that everything were different, that I could share my feelings without becoming put down, and that I could make people happy. That I can make myself happy.
I guess I just want to say that I’m sorry. For all the wrong I’ve done. For hurting people. For not knowing what to do subsequent. I want to do what’s correct… but doing what’s appropriate is the hardest thing ever.
God is telling me to start over. But sometimes starting over is the hardest thing to do. I know He forgives me. I know He loves me. I know that proper now He’s holding me in His arms and He doesn’t want to let go. But… why can’t I feel it? I want things now and I want issues to be perfect. That’s by no means going to happen.

Everyone is saying that in the end everything will work out. That I just need to press on for this time. I really want to believe them. But it’s the time in between the end and now that I don’t feel I can deal with.
I want to alter so poor. I want to view items in the eyes of God. I don’t want to be sad anymore… I want to have the joy that God promises. So why can’t I have it? What is it that’s keeping me from it? Is it myself? Am I stopping myself from getting joyful?
I think everyone has gone through a hard time. Maybe they can understand and maybe they can’t. Maybe I’m just taking issues differently than most may possibly. I don’t want to be sad. But I guess the reality of life is that nothing is perfect.
The only thing that’s perfect is God. And it makes me proud to know that my Father is perfect. So I want to try and be like Him.

It was yet an additional day of science class. Angela had told me that I had promised Violet (which I didn?t promise her anything, I just told her, if I could get the chance to.) that I would get Eli?s jacket. We had a test today, so Angela told me that I would have to ask him prior to the test or something like that.
When I did, he responded to me using a snobby remark. “No, due to the fact I?m going to utilize it!” He said, glaring at me. I gave him a glare back.
Then he showed me a picture of this girl he was planning to ask out, but he didn?t know that ahead of that, I was majorly depressed.
After school, my friend’s tried their best, but nothing would lift my spirits at all.
The subsequent day, Roland, Angela and I were all at our table (it was actually Eli, my and Angela’s table) as Eli came more than to us and Roland was talking to Eli.

“She…” He said, pointing his finger at me as I gripped his hand. “If you say anything, you’re dead.” I threatened.
“I already know what it is!” Eli said. “Well then, what is it?” Angela asked him.
“It’s something about her and me, correct?” Eli asked Roland, while referring to him and me. He nodded.
“Well, I already know that she likes me.” He said, getting up and leaving the table. Angela’s and my mouths hung open.
“How the hell could he have known that?” I asked, either about to breakdown or punch something, preferably a wall.
I felt like crying once he (Eli) left the table, like I’m becoming severe. About a second after that happened, I would have asked my teacher to go to the bathroom and I’d cry my fucking eyes out, but I didn’t.

I had to suck it up and not cry. Like, goddamn, I was seriously about to break down in front of my whole science class, but I didn’t. but, yet again, I had to suck it up and try not to cry my eyes out in the process.
“At least he didn’t say anything like, ‘Oh, you like me?’” Angela said, trying to cheer me up, but nothing really worked.
After science class was over, I went home and didn’t want to ever face him ever again.
Why do I’ve to be the one who gets heartbroken?
Why do I have to be the 1 that gets rejected every time I like a guy in my life?
Why the hell did this have to happen to me?
Just, why?

Chapter 2 ? Wow! Thanks to all you crazy fools who keep reading my rubbish.

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Icy shivers rippled by means of my back, as I pulled my hood up and zipped up the front of my coat. Heaving my bag from my left shoulder to my right I kicked at the gravel on the deserted street, my mum might have completed me a favour by kicking me out however it didn?t mean I wasn?t pissed off about it.

?Abortion Clinique?

The two words swam by means of my muggy mind. What had she been going on about, as considerably as I hated mum and her snotty boyfriend, but it was my new baby brother or sister tucked up and hidden inside her. And you would need to be one twisted bastard to ask a person to suck a unborn human being out using a Hoover. Mum almost certainly usually thought I wanted to get rid of the baby, but the truth was I just didn?t want it to get sucked up in her
bubble just like I had, just before she chewed me up and spat me out.

I sighed audibly and bite my lower lip, a sting of tears washed by means of uncontrollably as shoved my hands deep in my jacket pockets. The truth of my situation was overwhelming to think about.

I was 16, homeless and in significant need of a hug.

The feeling of rejection and despair made it impossible to believe, I walked to the crossroads taking a lazy step, catching my foot on the curb. My head and leg hit the road with a gut-wrenching thwack; my bag fell heavily of my shoulder and crashed down next
to me.

Owww.

I slowly lifted my head, hissing at the low, intense discomfort in my left temple. I tenderly stroked the left side of my face, biting my lip against the discomfort. Blood glinted on my fingertips, the moon light giving it a weak glow “Great” I muttered and I pulled a packet of tissues from my rucksack. I removed as significantly blood as I could but the pain was fairly poor and I soon ran out of tissues, I swallowed loudly as I moved to look at my leg.

I was nearly specific it was broken; my ankle had swollen to 3 times its normal size and was beginning to bruise slightly. Tears streamed down my face in strain as I tried to get up, I had just managed to get on my great leg, but I slipped and landed on my broken ankle.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

My scream echoed via the empty street, fire shoot by way of my ankle, burning my muscle and skin

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

Blood, tears and sweat washed more than my face as bit back another scream, the blazing fire dimming slightly under my skin. I give up, am going to make use of it.

Mum had opened a bank account for when I was born and due to her I had about ten thousand pound now, the plan was never to touch it but things alter and ankles break.
I grabbed my phone from my bag and dialed for a taxi, I hope they take cards, I prayed.

Ten minutes later the taxi man had kindly helped me into the cab had began the two hour drive to my Nan?s.

“Are you positive you don?t want me to take you A&E miss, that ankle looks fairly bad”

I shook my head for the fifth time

“I promise you I?m fine, I just need to obtain … um home.”

The man didn?t look convinced but switched the radio on and left the conversation hanging in the air. I sighed and leaned my very good side against the cab window and let sleep consume my awful day.

“Emmie, Oh dear Lord, what has she accomplished now!?! Emmie? Can you hear me sweetie, it?s your Nan, Emmie?”

My Nan?s worried voice filled my head, gently nudging me from sleep.

“She was out the entire journey, Ma?am, I was going to take her to the hospital but she refused…”

As the taxi driver?s voice trailed awkwardly off, my eyes fluttered open

“Oh Emmie, thank god! Let?s get you in the warm and appear at
those nasty wounds”

With the help of the taxi driver, they got me into the house without too much trouble. Nan paid the taxi driver and thanked him feverishly ahead of she finally got me some ice for my ankle.

“Sweetie, it looks like you?ve had a tough day, so how about a nice cup of tea?”

A genuine grin was painted across my face, the first 1 in a while

“You don?t know how good that sounds Nan”

She laughed, pecking me cheek before flitting out the room.

“Ok, Emmie so what happened?”

My head was all badged up and ankle was tightly strapped up in a removable cast, I sat wrapped in a thick soft blanket, enticed in Nan?s comforting arms. Her gentle words were like the perfect key for my flood gates. I violently sobbed as I explained the last five months, everything rushed out of my mouth I said things I wouldn?t have thought I would have ever said allowed. But that night wasn?t just hard on me, Nan had to listen while I explained what her daughter had completed to me, I re-broke two hearts, mine and Nan?s.

Two years ago Nan and mum had a huge argument; I still have no idea what it was about or how it all came about. But not seeing the only person you really cared about is hard. Especially when all the contact, whether online or more than the telephone available is either hidden or destroyed by your own mother. I hated my mother most for that; she ruined my relationship with Nan, because she was too selfish to admit to getting in the wrong.

I had gotten at Nan?s pretty late around eleven-ish, Nan kept me talking to about two. When we were accomplished all I manage to do was hobble up the stairs and collapse into the deepest sleep of my life.

The next morning hurt, like alot.

I groaned loudly as I rolled of the bed and limped to the full mirror in the en suit.

I looked a complete mess,

My typical curly hair was knotted and the fair brown colour dyed with dried blood, and the left side of my face was, well ?colorful?.

My cheekbone had green and purple splodges creating a shadow below my eye, and jaw line was starched and cut from the gravel on the road. I biting my lip, I slowly unraveled the bandage across my forehead, “Oh My God!” I cried. My left temple was decorated with a huge, deep gash, ruby red and quite frankly disgusting. I winced in the sight, fantastic I bet that?s not going to go away anytime soon. I had enough off looking at my beaten face, turning away from the mirror to take a shower.