Me & You (girlxgirl)

Chapter 10- EVOL

"Get down here now!" He screamed into the phone while I stared in horror at Mariah and her parents. Politicians she said. Now I know what kind of politics they were involved with. Bloodshed, murder, seduction and hearbreak. You know the funny thing is, I didn't think you could fake love. It's obvious to me that now you can. In fact its a career option, for them anyway.

Mariah folded her arms and looked me up and down with narrowed eyes. I still don't believe it. All those passionate moments. The first time we had sex, she was so nervous. If she was a trained spy in seduction and murder then why would she do that ?

She started to approach me but Sean stepped in front of me forming a human shield. I wanted to run so badly but my leg hurt too much. She continued walking until she was a magazines width distance away from Sean.

"Move it" She hissed. Sean shook his head never releasing eye contact. He folded his arms "Get out of here. Nobody wants any trouble except you."  He snarled. She rolled her eyes and locked her emerald green eyes with mine. She placed a slender hand on her curvaceous hips and mock pouted at me "Well, as far as I remember Casey quite liked my troublesome personality."

My hands curled up into fists as I watched her throw my love for her around like a football. With one swift movement she kicked Sean in the balls and lunged at me. Sean rebounded like a basketball and was on her like a bee on honey. She was a cat fighter not a clean fighter. She scratched at his face and bit him in the arm. He cursed as he struggled to hold her down.

He glanced over at her parents who were grinning proudly as they watched their daughter fight. He looked at me. He was clearly in pain "Run" he mouthed. My leg was practically numb by now but I did as I was told. I got to a stand and scurried away unnoticed.

I knew where I had to go. My secret hiding place. A hidden treehouse about a kilometre from here. There, I could hide for a while and after that well who knows? Maybe I'll die, maybe I'll get a happy ever after?

After what seemed like a trek across the Sahara I reached the place. I clobbered up the branches , dragging my leg behind me. The pain I was in can scarce be described but I'm a fighter. I won't give up. There is always a silver lining. Always.

Finally I was in there. Trees had begun to grow in but it was almost identical to the house I left here all those years ago. It was like it had been taken care of. There was absolutely no dust on the little table and my mini tea pot was still there. Strange, I thought.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I answered it only to be yelled into tomorrow. I had to hold it at arms lenght in order to save my ear drums.

"Casey!!" The unknown voice screamed. "Where the hell are you?" I contemplated spurting everything out but figured I should be cautious of the fact this could be anyone. "Who is this?" I questioned suspiciously. The other voice laughed huskily and answered "Come on hon, it hasn't been that long! Its Farrell"  For some reason just the sound of his voice. The sound of someone familiar caused me to burst into tears.

"Whats wrong baby?" His voice was full of concern and love for his best friend. "Oh Farrell, Every things ruined!" I exclaimed. He paused for a moment and I heard the rustling of paper "It's Mariah, isn't it?" I nodded before realising he couldn't see me and then I replied "Yes" He sighed "I thought so. I've been bored lately without you and I decided to do a bit of research. She has no history and neither do her parents. According to the English state she doesn't exist."  I tried to stop my sobbing for long enough to answer him "She's a spy, murderer , fake lover and virginity stealer" I hissed into the phone. He sucked the air between his teeth. I expected him to comfort me more but instead he laughed harshly and I heard footsteps. "Thanks for the compliments babe" Farrell said but somehow I didn't think it was him anymore. Especially when I saw one slender tanned hand with Mariah's signature nail varnish grab onto a branch and hoist her body up.

I shuddered and backed myself into the corner of the room. Oh God , Oh God this is it. I guess I've been hanging onto my life for a long time now, maybe I should let go and end up where I should have gone long ago.

She was smiling like a maniac when she reached me but it was a cold emotionless smile and it didn't reach her eyes. She stood there at the doorway for a minute, just looking at me. Then she did it. She produced a knife.

Fuck.

That is all I can say, really. "Marr--marriah what are you doing?" I asked nervously. She chuckled lowly and sharpened the knife on the side of my ornate table. I ground my teeth together to stop myself from telling her to watch the table. "I'm here to do my job. " She mutterred to herself "And to punish you for what your Father did" She spat out.

My head shot up. Curiosity kills the cat, how fitting. I narrowed my eyes sizing her up "What did my father do?"  She laughed sourly "My Mother" She finished. My jaw dropped and I immediately started to defend my father, my idol, my hero "My father would never have cheated on my mom" I snarled.

She made a tut tut noise and shook her finger at me. "No, before that. Before your Dad met your Mom and before my Mom met my Dad. They were lovers. Childhood sweethearts until your Dad got bored and decided he needed a bit more excitement"

"Continue,please" I prompted. She nodded agreeing , after all she owes me. I think that if she is going to murder me, I would like to know why. "He met a friend. John was his name, I think. John had a troubled life and lived in care because of his abusive Father. His father had murdered his mother but his father denied it all and pinned it on someone else. John wanted to prove his father guilty. That's where your Dad stepped in. My Mom said your dad lived for a thrill and always wanted to help, so help he did. He proved John's father guilty somehow. After that all he wanted was to help messed up people. My Mother was much to average. So he dropped her like a rotten egg and went to help your mother. The suicidal slut" She spat out the last sentence with venom dripping off her words. Instinctively I sprang up and pointed roughly at her "Don't call my mother things like that. Is yours so much better? Killing people out of heartbreak?"

Mariah rolled her eyes as if she thought I was being childish. She stood up , stretching her long legs and stalked over to me while hissing "Sweet as sugar. Hard as Ice. Hurt me once. I'll kill you twice" My breath got stuck in my throat as she brushed the knife across my stomach. She laughed harshly "I still turn you on, don't I? Even though I'm about to kill you"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes "Please cold blooded murderers, not my thing" I bluffed. She smirked icily and lay the knife by my throat before gently kissing the other side. I struggled to stay  vertical as she ran her hand up along my spine gently. Why was she doing this? I pulled away from her roughly and the knife got caught in my top.

"Arrgghg" I screamed as it dug into my skin. I pulled it away and was shocked to see it dripping with crimson red blood. It cut me but not that deeply. Blood was oozing out. I frantically ripped off my cardigan and wrapped it tightly while Mariah cackled evilly, "Don't bother, the knifes poisoned." She said between cackles. "You broke my heart with that bastard, I'm repaying the courtesy."

"Why you little daughter of a goddamned bitch" I heard a voice yell from the trees. I looked around but my vision was already going blurry. I started to stumble , my body crashed against the wall as I fell. I groaned and then.

Blackness

Where is the silver lining?