Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 17: The Prince and the Little Mice's Wish

Chapter 17: The Prince and the Little Mice's Wish

I never imagined myself sitting at a random park at 12 in the midnight, alone and thrashed. Litters of beers reminded me of the fraction of a time I allowed myself to let loose, my mind conjured different images of 'How to Kill that Hoe' until I reached point blank. The bewildered and cautious look the middle aged man at the counter gave me a while ago when I all but shove the cans of liquor in his station made bubbles of laughter spewed from my mouth ungracefully, he must've thought how beautiful I am what with my mascara stained face and acid full breath.

What should've been an innocent laugh turned into a full blown bellowing and I couldn't find it in me to stop, the more I tried to suppress it, the louder it became- the lesser I find it hard to breathe.

Some of the people strolling around the area gave me dubious looks and side-stepped the place I'm in, probably thinking what does a crazy girl with a crazy family and a crazy hot ass boyfriend doing in this crazy park at this time of the day- they're not the only ones who's wondering.

The memory of father's nonchalant behavior in me finding out about the lies he'd let me live with all these years made me cracked ten times more, his disheveled appearance seemed the more funny the more I lingered on it. Come to think of it, he deserved Samantha, they're both backstabbing bitches; I hope they remain together until the day death comes knocking on their doors. And if I'll be lucky enough, I hope to see the day they get married and live a shitty life together.

"Somewhere over the rainbow..." I'm not fond of letting anyone hear me sing, a huge part of me has always been afraid of listening to the strings of insults I'm sure would come my way but alcohol makes me do lots of things, and singing when the whole city was almost asleep was among them- I screeched to my heart's content.

I wobbly stand on my bare feet and did a sloppy curtsy when I reached the end of the song, pretending that I have an audience- a stupid smile etched on my face. This has been the most fun I had in a while, not counting the night I spent with Blake. Thinking of Blake made me think of the blonde girl whose legs run for miles and how they looked so good together; they seemed cozy to me and I wonder if his indirect way of confessing that he wants me in his life was all an act- he's probably bored out of his life and figured why not play with my best mate's naive sister, that would've earned him a good sport. After all, who'd ever want me as a part of their life?

Trying to get rid of the pathetic things my thoughts were heading, I reached for the tin can at the bench, too eager to drown my pessimitic thoughts, only to find out that it was empty. A string of colourful words slipped from my tongue as panic tries to get a good grip of me once again; I needed that drink, it makes me forget. Shakily, I wobbly walked towards the convenience store I'd been a while ago, wanting to buy a drink fast but my neuromuscular system refused to cooperate- the more I tried to tread quick, the more my head spun in circles, the clumsy I become.

"Didn't know you could curse like a horse." His voice sent butterflies down my stomach, the sober me would without a doubt tried to reason my way out of this but the drunken me embraced the cascade of tingles and rainbows I felt. I knew he was real even without me spinning around, my body had a mind of its own when it comes to him, maybe because of the fact that I was so used with him being a constant in my life.

How did he get here and how did he know where I was was the real question, he always always seem to find me at my worst.

I quickly turn around and cursed; note to self, don't ever do that when your head felt like Zeus cracking it open, it gets really nasty.

Blake was standing not a few feet away from me, arms crossed over his chest. For someone who claimed to know him more than anyone else, the eery calm he's emanating made me thought otherwise, I've never seen this side of him and I don't think I liked it one bit. His eyes were unreadable, its darkness seemed to darken even more as it skimmed through my body and that's when the first hit of decency striked me, I tried to cover my body.

"Hi." I mumbled timidly and groaned internally when I realized how garbled and plain right ridiculous I sounded.

He remained silent, his face set into a stone mask. Looking at him at this angle made my cheeks redden, he is unfairly beautiful- no wonder girls were throwing their sanity outside the window whenever they saw him and wished that he'll be the one to put it back for them altogether. His black hair sat atop of his head artfully messy and the cuff links of his polo rolled up his forearm. Blake looked like a model stripped out from a magazine, someone unreachable. He's being distant with me and it hurts but I know I deserved it, I think I could now emphatize with the numbers of girls whose hearts were broken- they wanted a life with this sinfully gorgeous man only to realize that he'll never look at them the way they want him to, he never will.

I weight shifted on my left as the silence bugged me and caught myself at the last minute before I went sprawling at the floor, I don't think it's possible to turn any shades of pink any more- I literally excel at making myself embarassed in front of other people.

"For someone who claims to hate alcohol, you have a weird way of showing it."

His brash remark stung and I hated myself for hating the way he's treating me, for knowing fully well that he's right and that his anger was justified. I probably did wish for him to be here but if he'll keep this up, I'm tempted to push him away like what I did to every single people in my life.

"Maybe I don't hate alcohol as much as I led you to believe."

Completely ignoring that I have spoken, Blake continued, "I was fucking worried when I couldn't reach you through your phone, I don't think it's possible to age drastically for the past two and a half hours and got a week's supply of speed tickets to get my ass in here. I have never had anyone drove me crazy as much as you do, you infuriate me so much Angel, I don't know what I'll do with you."

How could he say those words and not expect me to feel like my world's suddenly covered in unicorns and mallows? My breath hitched and I was well aware of how near yet so far we were, I want to be nearer but even in my alcohol filled mind, I wouldn't be as bold as to do that.

"I thought you're angry with me?"

"Believe me when I say I'm downright murderous," his voice dropped lower. "But no matter how furious I am, I'll never let anything happen to you. You've always been my top priority and that's one of my weaknesses, when it comes to you I can't seem to think logically."

For some reason, the image of him with the blonde girl all over him flashed through my mind and my whole body seemed to be on fire. "You want to get rid of me too, do you? So that you could do whatever the hell you want and not worry about your bestfriend's neurotic of a sister. Guess what, I don't need you, I don't need all of you in my life. I've been alone for eternity, I think I could manage a couple of years more. Go ahead, go back to that blonde who's probably sleeping soundly in your bed right now, waiting for you."

Blake grabbed me by the arms and his nails bit at the nude skin there, he was breathing heavily, his eyes looking down on me harshly. It's painful to be this close to him when my emotions were a wreck, I refused to admit how strongly I feel for this man.

"You keep on forgetting that I know you more than you know yourself. I spent my free times watching you, following every single thing you do, making sure that I committed to memory the things you liked and the things that you don't. So don't give me this bullshit and stop pushing me away Maddie, don't make me haul your ass in my car and drove you somewhere I could keep you." His fingers traced the mascara stain on my face, a defeated smile painted on his full lips. "And for the record, you're the only girl I've ever allowed to sleep in my bed and the only one I wanted to fuck hard and make love to at the same time. You have me for the whole day, what do you want me to do Angel?

Refusing to be a coward for once, I said the two words I'd been dying to say the first time we met again- the same two words that would probably turned my whole world upaide down, "Kiss me."