More Like Her: A Tale of A Fading Yet Growing Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4: Big Girl Panties

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Chapter 4: Big Girl Panties

After my little meltdown in the garden, I had taken it upon myself to walk very slowly back to my room at Court. Luck for me, I got to sleep with no interruptions.

Well...until Lissa came knocking at my door the next morning.

I answered the door and she looked at me from head to toe. I was still wearing the clothes from our trip to Court and I was in desperate need of a shower and a large cup of coffee, even though the taste usually was not my favorite.

Lissa did not seem very shocked as she pushed her way inside and slammed the door. However, I was shocked at the amount of anger radiating from her through the bond and in person.

“This is it Rose!” She screamed and her jade eyes widened. I could feel her deep temper run through the bond. I searched her head for the source of her anger and came up empty since her head was too consumed with spirit and rage.

“This is it! I’m tired of this Rose. Snap out of it. You love him, It’s written all over your face and god dammit that’s not going to help him realize that marrying Tasha is a fucking horrible mistake. So put on your damn big girl panties and start being the Rose Hathaway that I used to know. The badass who escaped the Academy with me!”

Lissa took a deep breath and her fury seemed to simmer down slightly, “ Just stop looking so pathetic Rose. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I’m just trying to give you a dose of tough love. It’s time to toughen up. Because I can’t handle another year of biting my tongue and watching you slither away into this person I don’t even recognize. It’s been forever since I’ve seen a real smile across your face and light your eyes. Stop playing the victim and get up and fight dammit!”

And she was right. I was momentarily shocked at her abruptness and I little hurt by the words she had rattled off, but there was no denying it. She was absolutely right! I had told myself the same thing last night. I didn’t go down without a fight. But where had my fight been? I hadn’t fought back. No, I was too wounded and traumatized by fears and words that I had forgotten not to hesitate and let it all go and fight like it my last moment.

So I didn’t blow up at Lissa the way I felt my body wanting to. I didn’t even show anger. I just nodded my head and smiled. A smile that made her take a step back. Because it was a real smile, a smile that lit up my eyes. And it felt good. It felt good to be somewhat content. Because I was done throwing the pity party I had told myself I was not throwing. I was done being a child about it all. And I was ready to fight back. To fight for the heart of that Russian god. Even if it meant enduring his ‘love’ for Tasha. Even if it meant denying my heart its beat. I was strong, and I was a Hathaway. So I would have to return to my original plan. To kill him with kindness. To act like I was happy for him. Even if it was painful to watch.

“Your right.” I told her. She was stunned to silence and it took me a moment to actually laugh at her expression. An expression that turned even more stunned at my laughter. And it oly made me laugh harder. And it felt good. It felt good to laugh and feel my lips spread into a smile. Lissa recovered and smiled too as she gave me a big hug.

“I just want you to be happy Rose. I want my best friend back...my sister. “ I felt happy tears brim to my eyes but not trespass on this life changing moment. I missed being close to Lissa and not hating her because she had a connection with the man I loved, something I would die for.