Deep In Lava

Chapter Three

Our hands entwined, her head resting on my shoulder.

I have finally entered heaven, although it would be if not for her parents given me awful looks, and my mother grinning at me like a cat who got the cream.

Lizzy hadn't said a word, nor I. We had both walked in and sat down into this position. I'm not complaining, but I'm pretty sure her parents will be once they're after the current shock.

"Elizabeth dear." her mum's voice sounds broken, but she quickly readjusts her posture and has a slight cough. "Would you kindly explain what you are doing." It wasn't a question, it was a command.

Looking down at Lizzy, I notice she's smiling at her mum. "Why." She begins in a fake posh accent, most likely she making fun of her mum. "I'm only resting my head on Liam here."

I watch in amusement as her mum's face scrunches up, like she recently sucked a lemon. Of course I can't laugh though, to do so would mean instant death.

"I can clearly see that dear."

Lizzy gives my hand a squeeze. I remember what that means.

She would always to it as a child. When we were in detention she would take my hand and give it a squeeze before arguing with the teacher or trying to sneak out. Giving my hand a squeeze would always mean, 'get ready'.

"Then why in the world would you ever ask?"

"Elizabeth! Don't be so rude to your mother!" Her dad was close to falling off of the couch, his body leaning forwards, elbows rested on his knees. But he didn't seem as shocked or angry as her mum did.

"Elizabeth, this no time for fun and games. What would Richard do if he saw this?"

Now I'm confused. Who the hell is Richard? I understand why I wast told before, but now I want to know.

"But mother! There's always time for fun and games!" Lizzy was now sat, bolt up, grinning at her mum. Her hand still entwined with mine.

"Elizabeth!" Her mum was practically shouting at her now. And her mum was scary, really scary.

"What about the wedding! This is a serious matter!"

What wedding? Is Lizzy going to get married? Am I some kind of joke?

"Oh mother you are right." Lizzy's voice now had a very heavy posh like accent to it. "Please would you deliver a message to Richard? Tell him, that he can shove his wedding right up his royal arse."

She leaned backwards, resting her head on my shoulder once more, whilst her mother looked at her with a shell shock face. She took hold of her husband's hand and walked them both to the door. As she opened it she stopped, turning around she points at Lizzy. "You don't know the shame you have brought on this family. You are no daughter of mine."

With that they both left the house. A few seconds later a car could be heard leaving our street.

Turing my head to Lizzy, I could see her eyes looking down. I known I shouldn't, but I have to question her.

"Lizzy?" Her head comes off my shoulder and turns to look at me. "Did you just use me to get out of a Marriage?" She didn't say a thing to me. That was all I needed to know that I had just been used. How stupid of me to think I could actually have her.

I pull my hand from hers and stand up. I feel like a fool. As I grab the door handle to go up the stairs, she calls out to me.

"Liam! Wait!" Letting go of the handle I spin around, coming face to face with her.

"What?"

"I didn't, I didn't use you." I give her a look, I want her to tell me the truth. "Well, I did. But! Not how you think."

"How does that make any sense?" I don't shout at her. I won't become like my dad. I keep my voice low.

"Ok, uh. I used you to get out of the wedding, yes. But I was going to get out of it anyway. it was never going to happen. But then you asked me to be yours."

I cut her off and finish the sentence for her. "You said yes because it would give you the best excuse to break off the wedding. You're very welcome, at least I know where I stand now."

Opening the door I go through it, and up the stairs, but half way up I feel her tug on my shirt gently. "No! Liam. Please listen to me!"

I spin around again, pinning her by the waist to wall. It might be dangerous on the steps, but it was an impulsive act.

"If I asked you now. Would you so easily say yes?" I look in her eyes and all I see is fear. This confuses me but I continue looking. keeping her pinned against the wall.

"Yes. Of course I would." Her voice is shaky and a second too late.

Leaning forwards I whisper darkly in her ear, "then why did you hesitate just now?"

I pull away from her and carry on walking up the stairs.

I knew it. I knew she would never be with me. She only used me to get out of a wedding. Thats all I'm good for. To be used for other's gains.

My father used me to smuggle and sell drugs, then denied it was his fault and blamed me.

Now Lizzy just used to me get out of a wedding and she would never have said yes to me had she not needed to.

Slamming my door makes me feel like a kid. But sometimes I just wish I was. I wish I was back with Lizzy, jumping from couch to couch, avoiding the 'lava'.

Helping my mum make fairy cakes and then fighting with Lizzy over who got to lick the spoon and who got the bowl.

My fist goes into the wall. Why can't life be simple? Why does it never have a happy ending?

Looking to my right I see a book under a pile of rubbish. Picking it up, I feel a tear drip down my face.

'Collection of fairy tales'

Taking the book to my bed, I sit down and begin reading. Forgetting my age and my current problems, I just want to sit and read this book. I want to feel like a child again. I want to believe that happily ever after's do exist.

____________________________
Don't forget to vote