Amariah
*Flashback*
I watched from the mud puddle as David walked away. I pulled myself up, sobbing uncontrollably. I drug myself home, letting my tears fall. I was only 13. Why could people be so cruel? David will know how I felt, sooner or later.
*Now*
The cafe is fun, they said. Sitting outside is fun, they said. Personally, I thought it was rather boring. Not only did the coffee taste disgusting, I saw someone familiar through the crowd looking at me. I get up and walk over to the guy. David Benedicta?
"Are you David? David Benedicta?" I ask the handsome, black haired fellow standing in front of me. He starts, "Yes. Are you Amariah Haven? Listen, I..." Before he could finish, I threw the disgusting hot coffee right into his face. His friend beside him started laughing hysterically.
He retreated back holding his face. "Ouch! It burns. Que diable!" He screams in pain. I feel my palms boil but restrain. Jeanette looks at me with wide eyes. I grab her arm and drag her through the crowd, not looking back. He deserved it for what he put me through. He deserved more than that actually.
"Hold on! Amariah stop!" She yells at me. Jeanette was one of the only girls I trusted when I returned from America. She was a gorgeous brunette that told you what she thought, but wasn't to mean about it. She had a nice fit and her brown eyes were to die for.
"Que! He deserved everything he got. Even more. He made me miserable." I started to sob. Talking about my childhood was always hard. Being bullied is hard to overcome, especially since it wasn't too long ago. Three years is enough to forget that horrible time in my life.
"Calmez-vous du miel. Please don't cry." She wiped away my tears. She was my best friend, other than Oliver. Oliver was my best friend. He's been with me since we were little. Always saved me from David when he could. Never gets mad at me, even If I do burn him.
"I'll be fine. Seeing him floods in too many memories. Is he stupid, or trying to hurt me again?" I say, watching David walking towards me. His face was red and eyes were blood shot. I did feel some what bad. Did he feel bad for what he did to me? Not likely.
"Amariah. Please listen to me. Je vous en supplie." He says to me. I looked behind him at his friend, then back at him. I ask him to continue.
"I want to apologise for how I treated you so long ago. You didn't deserve to be treated like that. In fact, nobody deserves that kind of torture. I'm so sorry for being as vicious as I was. You were so beautiful, and now.. You take my breath away. If you would forgive me, I'd be very grateful. Please. Je suis tellement désolé." He apologised. Was he really sorry, or was he playing with my head again. My palms boil again. Tiny sparks ignite and my palm finally lights a flame. David looks down at it. He grabs my hand and puts it out. Calm water. He bends water.
"Are you really sorry? Are you saying after three years, you're sorry? Making my life miserable, pushing me down, stealing from me, and plain out making me cry? You're sorry? I don't believe you. Laissez-moi." I start to sob again. He reaches up to wipe away my tears, but I pull away. Hurt flashes across his face but I couldn't care. He hurt me for a long time.
I grabbed Jeanette and pulled her towards the sidewalks. I could hear David calling for me in the distance, but I ignored him and kept walking. The further we got, the more the sound of his voice disappeared. After three years, all I get is an apology. Does he honestly think I'll forgive him?
I met up with Oliver at the park after leaving Jeanette's house. He was sitting on a swing, his brown hair flowing in the wind. He smiled bigger than the sun when he saw me. That's my favorite thing about him. He can make me smile no matter what.
"Salut Oliver. You'll never believe this." I sit in the swing beside him. He looks up to me and smirks. "Bet I can. Essayez-moi." He tempted. I laugh at his attempt to be sassy. I looked up at the sky.
"I talked to David today." I almost whispered. I heard him choke. I looked over at him and his eyes got big. "David Benedicta?" He almost shouted. I nodded my head, not taking my eyes off him. I could tell he was angry by the way the grass started sizzling. Oliver could bend fire like me. It was one of the many qualities we shared.
"It's not what you think. I threw hot coffee in his face." I explained to my very upset friend. He stopped burning the grass and looked over at me with more a relieved look. "Listen. He made your life miserable. Talking to him will bring back those horrid memories. It's better to forget. Promise me you won't talk to him again." He pleaded. I could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to keep me from him. I understood how he felt, but I wasn't finished with David yet.
"Sorry Oliver, but.. I can't stay away. I want him to know how bad me made my life. I can't do that if I stay away. Please say you'll stand by me? Voulez-vous?" I look at him. I knew he would. He always did, even if he didn't always like it.
"You know I always will. Until you tell me otherwise, I'll always be here. Je vous promets." He smiled. I could tell it was sincere. He knew what I went through and tries to keep me away from it. When I left, he tried to keep me here. I told him I had to go. When I got back, he was thrilled. He told me to never leave again, that he would protect me. He's the best of best friends.
"I'm walking you home. Just in case." Oliver got off his swing. I knew why he said it. David could show up at anytime and he wanted to be there. Oliver is so over protective, but that's a great quality.
