125 and 214 Shades of Grimes

The Big Leap

“(Yn)!” someone screamed my name from somewhere in the house, startling me and interrupting my train of thoughts. I unwillingly stood up from the comfortable armchair in the library which I was once tied against. I grinned involuntarily at the thought – things had changed so much since then…
Stop it, (Yn)! I screamed inwardly at myself, halting my thoughts which were going to the direction that seemed so alluring, yet so wrong.
I walked through the enormous house, following the source of sound and the clutters of noises that followed.
“Argh, not that one!”
“Look what you’re doing, Edward!”
CRAAAAANG! I guessed a pan had just tumbled onto the floor…
“Ahh no! BE CAREFUL!”
“This is sugar; not salt!” “What no it must be salt!”
“It’s boiling over oh God turn the freaking thing off!”
I tried my best to stifle my giggles by biting on my lip. John and Edward Grimes in the kitchen – this was not the best combination, was it?
Finally I had reached the kitchen, and saw the boys freaking out over a pot of water that was boiling over. Their hair was all messed up, and John had oven mittens on both his hands while Edward had a huge patch of tomato sauce on the front of his t-shirt. I could not hold it in anymore, and burst out laughing.
They both snapped their heads around at the sound of my laughter.
“Seriously (Yn)!” Edward said, his brows furrowed, expression dead-serious, “Why are you even laughing? Come and help us! We’re going to die!”
I laughed even more at his words, but took my time and strolled towards them. They were just trying to make dinner – just simple innocent spaghetti bolognaise – themselves for a change, and they were already burning up the kitchen!
Taking a towel from the counter, I removed the lid of the pot after turning off the heat, so everything could be cooled down. Another pot that was not being heated was next to the fuming pot of water, and when I peeked inside, I saw a pool of unknown redness… Must be the sauce.
“Gosh, why did Elsie even agree to this?” I turned around and shook my head at them.
“Because we’re the bosses,” Edward said smugly.
“Why are you so desperate to make dinner yourselves?” I asked further – the kitchen looked like it had been a warzone just a moment ago.
“Because we can,” John grinned, “And we want to do something special for our girl… We’ve never cooked in our entire life.”
And then John hooked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, resting his mitten-covered hands on my back.
“Anything for our girl,” Edward kissed the top of my head from behind.
I smiled a face-splitting grin – this was really sweet of them, but behind my grin, the dark thought that had run through my mind minutes ago when I was in the library tugged at my heart.
Ever since that final, fate-risking step that I took with them last month, I had been thinking of this. They clearly were my ideal men – but there were two of them, and this was wrong. We had got ourselves into those intimidate moments countless times after the first time, and even though the plan had just kicked off not long ago, it had already reached it purpose. They had quitted their violent compulsion completely and I had led them out of their childhood darkness. My job was basically done. They had not performed any violent practice on me and they were clearly happy without it.
And I did not think we could stay friends if we quitted this relationship. It would be too awkward with all the things that we had done together, and I knew we would not be able to keep our hands off one another. I would have to make up my mind one day and cut all ropes – because this was wrong, and this would get us nowhere. How did we even go out into the public together? Now we just pretended that we were still like strangers at school, but surely this could not last for long. We would have to go out together somehow and there was no way we could act like normal couples – there were three of us and I was sure we would somehow break our façade if we were not careful even if we had chosen who would act like my boyfriend in public. It could never be a normal relationship.
“Thanks for saving us, super girl,” John planted a soft kiss on my lips and handed me to Edward. Edward held me close to him as we watched John restart the stove.
“Maybe you should help us after all,” Edward whispered as John cut open the packet of spaghetti, “Or we’ll never get dinner.”
So I helped them to get our dinner ready, while I tried my best to not let the thought of leaving them haunt me. I would leave that for later… Yes, later.

“Hey (Yn),” the twins headed over to my desk as we were the only three in the staff room now – it was Friday, and other teachers had left already, “You want to come over again?”
I gulped. This was my cue. I had to tell them now. This was my last chance to say a proper goodbye.
“Well,” I mumbled, my mouth running dry, and stood up so I could face them properly. They could sense my uneasiness as the word “confusion” was written all across their faces.
I took a deep breath, “I’ve quitted this job. I’ve handed in my letter today,”
“What?” they blinked, obviously shocked.
“I resigned,” I repeated, barely above a whisper. So far only Katy knew about this news, and I would break the news to everyone on Monday, including the students, and I had to come back to fetch my stuff. I actually had informed the principal some time ago that I might resign in the near future because of some personal issues, after I took that big leap with John and Edward. I had already foreseen this back then. So a replacement for me was already found.
“Well…” John was trying to find something to say, “Well, that’s actually even better without all the staff here hovering over us – we can take things into the public a bit then!”
“No, John,” I bit my lip, my heart racing fast and hard in my ribcage, threatening to jump out, “I’m going to quit completely – including everything that’s happened because of this school, of this job.”
They looked confused for a moment, before widening their eyes in shock – Edward spoke first.
“You… You’re leaving us?” he whispered, realizing the meaning of my words. They both looked so hurt and scared, and it broke my heart. I realized that I had been more attached to them than I thought it would be when I felt the stabbing pain in my heart seeing their faces right now.