Betwixt and Between

Chapter 2~ Why?~

“Betwixt?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

    “Yes, Betwixt, my Dear.”

    “Okay, I have no clue what the heck you’re trying to trick me into thinking, but it’s not going to work, so you can just bring me back home now and we can both forget that you ever brought me to- um... Betwixt.” I streched out that last word because if I could find any reaction in his face, I would have proof he was lying. He wouldn’t have taken me too far from town.

    “But Love, where are you from? And why are you here? You haven’t told me and you most certainly aren’t from Betwixt.”

    “Zavier!” I screamed his own name in his face, finally being awarded with a surprised flinch. “Why won’t you listen to me? I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to stay here, and I don’t want to be with you!” I felt bad after, but I needed to tell him. If it took screaming to get him to listen, than let the screaming begin. 

    I walked out the door and met him in the walkway. He took a single step back, but never broke eye contact. As the tension rose, he slowly looked down. Regret flashed across my face, but I should not have been feeling regretful. I was the victim here. I was the one brought here... Right?

     "Why am I here?" I spat at him.

     "That's what I asked you," he coldly replied.

     I started to pace back and forth, as I always did when fustrated. "So, you didn't being me here?"

     "No."

     "Are we still in LA?" Yes, I lived LA, and yes, I shopped in Beverly Hills. My parents treated me like a princess, but then again, they didn't really have a choice. I kinda forced it on them.

     "LA? What is LA?"

     "You're kidding me."

     "Not really..." That's it. I'm screwed. Mr. Not Zavier's lost his mind. Unless Zavier has an evil twin... Ugh, of course I'm the pretty girl stuck in a nightmare. I know I was a bitch and all at school, but come on! I wasn't that bad! Well, I was, but hey, talk about treat people how you want to be treated.

     "Uh, Raina-"

     "Shut. Up. I'm. Thinking." His eyes widened, then closed. After a few seconds, he started laughing. Laughing. At me.

      "What?"

      "You dragged me out to get food, and now you're yelling at me!" Right on queue, my stomach growled. Damn. How did he...?

     I glared at him and walked straight past, yelling back, "This convo isn't over!"

     "Convo?"

     Now I laughed, because he was being plain foolish. "Convo means conversation, you should know this! You text!"

      "Text?" Oh yeah, something was seriously wrong with him.

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     The city was huge. Which is saying something considering I come the city of the rich and famous. It was beautiful too, because even though it was all developed land, there was plants and flowers everywhere. People definitely wanted to leave good impressions.

      We walked around for hours, but first we ate. I made him stop at the first place I saw, which happened to be a small cafe. It seemed like that's all there was. Cafes. Although there was good food, I had to wonder. Were these people weird or what? Also, everywhere we went, people called Zav "Love." Love?! Awkward...

     I started to fall in love with the town- err... state? Of Betwixt. I really had no clue what it was. Zavier had referred to it as "my new world" earlier, but I didn't know what to believe anymore. Everyone here was so... Truthful. I could learn a thing or two...

     Once or twice we passed a familiar girl, and every time she glared at me. I didn't even know her! "Um... Zav?"

     He sighed and looked at me, "Are you always going to call me that?"

     Then, I decided to amuse myself, "Well, what is your name, Mr. Not Zavier?"

     His eyes glowed as he finally gave me his true name, "Love."

     I held back the gasp shooting up my throat and stuttered, "Um... Can I call you something else?" He had been "My Love" before. For him to tell me to call him that now made it seem like he was trying to break me all over again.

     "Why?" He looked hurt. I had already seen that face enough when we were together. I didn't want it now.

     "J-Just... because."

     "Okay..." At least he agreed. After a few minutes it came to me,

     "Luke!"

     "Huh?"

     "I'll call you Luke! It starts with the same letter as My- err I mean Love." He gave me a funny look, but nodded eventually and told me it was fine, as long as it made me happy.

      So, with that out of the way, I asked him who the girl was. After some explaining about the glares. he said she was known as Jeal. Jeal? Weird name...

     "She specializes in jealousy, try not to make her mad."

     "Wait- she what?! Who specializes in jealousy? She must be annoying."

     "Raina, she's like everyone else here. You have to get used to it."

     I had to figure out where I was. Zav obviously wasn't going to help me. He just repeatedly asked why I was there, and how I got there. As if I knew. All day we passed people who looked strangely familiar, but I guess I was just trying to connect to home. I felt alone, even with him. He was my ex after all...

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~*~Mystery POV~*~

     My sister lays there, silent, unmoving, brain dead. Why? Why her, of all people? She never should of gotten involved with those people. She just changed, so... violently. It was like a hurricane moved in and never left. She became vicious, prissy, and worst of all, stupid. She dropped everything she ever wanted to become like them.

     I couldn't even say their names. Those girls made her like this. My sister became the enemy. And now she hated me. If she only knew... They never come to visit her. It's all their fault she lies here every day, and they don't even take 10 minutes out of their "busy" life to come. I wonder what she'd think about that.

     My sister lays there. Unmoving. She should of never gone to that party. I should of gone with her. She offered, but only because our mother made her.

      "Want to come?" She snarled, venom dripping from her words. Mom would've killed her if she didn't offer, but every little thing she did roared one message loud and clear: You're not welcome.

     Every moment of that fight pounded through my head. I couldn't lie. It wasn't their fault she was here. It was mine.