Pathetic

Really Truly Done~7

~*~ Chapter 7~Really Truly Done~*~

The pain made seconds feel like hours as it continued to grow. Such a simple lie can cause so much pain. A couple seconds, or in my time hours, after I dropped to the floor two shiny dress shoes stood in front of me. I felt the person grip onto my head bringing it into his muscled chest as he ran his hand over my hair. I loved moments like this where my dad would comfort me.

“What happened, Jezzie?” my dad whispered into my hair.

I lifted my head to the best of my abilities with the pain still burning in my neck. I had to use a lot ofwillpower to actually speak. “The lie, Minor lied to me. Dad, it hurts he would do that.”

He started to rub my back. “I haven’t the slightest idea to what it’s like and I know he doesn’t either, but I know that he’s the only one who can get the burning to stop. You two are destined to be together. You two are rare and need to fix this. I’ll go talk to him. Okay?”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move or speak. The pain was increasing. All I could do was curl up in a ball in hopes of stopping the burn. Hours past, or where they minutes? Maybe seconds even. All I know is that the second I felt two strong arms lift me from my spot had curled up and into a lap the pain left my body. I buried my head in the neck of my savior as he rubbed circles on my back.

Minor’s deep voice rumbled my being as he spoke up after a couple seconds of comforting me. “I’m so sorry, baby. I had no idea that would’ve happened.” I still couldn’t find any strength to move or speak up. It was like all the energy I had possessed had been wiped clean from my body. “Let’s get you home.”

We rode home in Minor’s Black lifted Chevy Silverado. He carried me to the truck before loading my bike up in the back. I smiled at him when he got in. I could see he was still a little hurt for what I said and I’m sure he could see my remorse, but what’s done is done. He turned on the radio and one of the mix CDs I made for him began to play. He flipped through the tracks before finally coming to a stop on ‘Kiss Me’ by Ed Sheeran. He reached over and gripped my hand lacing his fingers through mine before pulling it up to his lips placing a gentle kiss on the back of my hand and singing along.

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The sun is infuriating in the morning as it comes through the blinds in my bedroom. How I got here is a mystery to me. Well, I guess not truly. I probably fell asleep in the truck when my sweetheart of a boy carried me to my room. I turned my head to see the same boy lying beside me as he looked at me with a small smile on his face. He reached up with his hand that wasn’t actually holding his head up and caressed my face.

I reached up holding his hand to my face and apologized since I now could. “I’m sorry, Minor, I shouldn’t have said what I did and I feel horrible. Sure I found Chance attractive but he was nothing compared to you. I’m so in love with you it hurt so bad to see you walk away. I…”

He cut me off crashing his lips down on mine. He pulled back and mumbled. “I swear I like you better when you are sleeping. It’s probably the only time I can get you to shut up.” He smirked before trying to kiss me again.

“Well, then, I guess I just won’t apologize ever again.” I grumbled.

He snorted before rolling me over so I was lying on top of him and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s not like you weren’t already thinking that before I spoke up,” I smirked at him before placing a light kiss on his lips and rolling off of him.

I poked his hard, muscled stomach while saying, “I’m hungry, go make me food, LoverBoy.” Said“LoverBoy” just stared at me as if I’d just grown another head. I huffed, “Fine, my amazingly hot, sexy, and intelligent boyfriend, will you use those delectable cooking skills of yours and make me a fulfilling breakfast, please?”

In seconds, his face was hovering above mine. “That was much better, but I’m still not making you breakfast.”

We fought for a good hour over who was going to make breakfast before coming to the conclusion that we should just go out to eat. Since Minor won’t let me drive no matter whose vehicle we take we came in his. I trust no one when it comes to my baby’s precious life but me. He should feel excelled that I actually let him drive it the other night.

Obviously I wouldn’t tell this to anyone I know personally but I apologized to Joseph, my bike, for a good thirty minutes as I drove to Mary’s school and as I waited for her. Not all of it was silent either, so yes, it looked like I was talking to myself.

The dinner Minor chose was one of those old fashion ma and pa restaurants with amazing food. The place was called Family Friends, and I can promise you the food can take you to places of happiness you’ve never been before.

Minutes into my heavenly French toast the door to the restaurant flung open revealing a very pissed off looking Hunter. “Oh shit.” I mumbled with my gold eyes wide.

Minor whipped around and stiffened when he saw his brother. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. My only thought was: well, shit, this ought to be interesting and happy time ruining.

He walked up to us glaring at Minor’s back as he pulled up a chair. “You know, Minor, I never thought of you to be a runner so why are you running, huh? You’re running from your own blood for a girl.”

Minor glared back at his older brother, his face stone cold. “I’m not running, I’m leaving behind a life I don’t want. Sure we have our fun with killing but I can’t handle what you guys do. How do you find it in you to kill little kids? I’ve grown up knowing it was wrong and was scolded constantly for it. I’m done Hunter and I mean it. I may be a demon but I’m not that demon.”

Hunters snort and laughter filled the restaurant, bringing everyone’s chatter in the building to an abrupt stop. They all looked frightened from power running off of him. Hunter Abaddon Nicor, his middle name says it all for him. Abaddon is Hebrew for ‘to destroy.’

 “You are a fucking demon dude. You aren’t meant to be little angels or you’d be a fucking angel. Get it through your heads, both of you. You two are pitiful and wimps. When the time comes for our take down you two will be the first two eliminated along with your pussy friend Kobal. Demon up or go to hell.”

Relief spread through the dinner the second he took off through the door, the door I was still staring at in shock. Well, that was until I heard a thump as I felt the table shake. I stood up and sat on Minor’s lap after lifting his head from the table. I cradled his face gently in my hands as I rested my forehead against his. His eyes were closed but he seemed relaxed. “Hey, hey, open your eyes.” He opened them slowly stunning me that he had actually listened. “You know that just because we don’t go after the innocent kids means nothing. When a war eventually breaks out we will be on top. I can feel it, I can’t explain it, but I sure as hell can feel it.”

He gripped my hips gently and stared into my eyes. Oh god, he’s going to kill me one day. “I know we will be strong enough to survive but we can’t make enemies with him. In order for us to come out on top we are going to need him. I know this sounds horrible but a lot of kids will be going against us too.”

“I know but there is no way I’m going to be the one eliminating the kids. Everyone will have their roles and I know for a fact that that will not be mine. The closer my 18th birthday comes the more sure I become.”

He placed a short kiss on my lips before nudging me to get up. “Finish eating before it gets too cold, Love.”

~ You keep smiling at me like that I’ll be too dead to eat. I winked and started to dig into my food again.