Scorched Divinity

Alex

"I, Alex Mickael Jones, reject you, Jessica Dian Bace, as my mate."

What the hell?

"Who the hell are you and what are you talking about?" I say through clenched teeth as a heart wrenching pain rips into my chest making it hard to breath.

"It doesn't matter who I am or what I'm talking about. I'm making things easier for the both of us. Now turn around, walk out, and forget you even saw me." Alex says. My eyes begin to water but for whatever reason I turn around and walk out of the bathroom.

When the heavy door closes behind me I come to a halt.

What the hell is wrong with me? The encounter only lasted for a few seconds but I feel as if he cut my heart out and threw it in the trash bin.

I take a deep breath, dry my eyes, and walk towards the table my family was sitting at. I sit down and stare at the steak on my plate. I've lost my appetite.

"You okay, Jessi?" My mom asks.

I force a smile onto my face and nod my head. I force myself to eat the meat in front of me. When everyone finishes eating, dad pays the bill and we pile into the car.

Our house is tannish in color and has one floor. When the car comes to a stop in the driveway I hop out and run to my room. Why is this bothering me? These emotions, they go deeper than a first encounter. I feel like I was just rejected by. . . I don't know what to call him. But it hurts. Just thinking about him has anger and pain shooting me in the chest. Why does he inflict these emotions on me? My heart hurts. My head hurts. Why did he reject me? What did I do? I sink to my knees, resting my head in my hands. I realize I'm crying when a dark spot appears on my jeans where a tear had settled.
"Fuck!" I yell and punch the wall in front of me. Only it wasn't wall. It was mirror. The glass falls to the floor as I cradle my hand covered in blood. I stand up and my eyes widen as I look at the mirror I look into every morning, shattered on the floor. I rush to my bathroom, grab a towel and wrap it around my hand. A soft knock comes from the door before it cracks open. I hide the towel wrapped hand behind my back.
"Honey, I heard yelling. Is everything alright?" It's my mom. She's not stupid. She knows something serious is going on, she just doesn't like to intrude.
"Yeah, everything's fine." I answer a little too quickly. She gives me a look. I grin innocently. She studies me closely. My smile starts to waver.
"Well, I'll be in the living room if you need anything." She says with a warm smile. I smile back and the door shuts. I rush to the door and make sure it's locked. I walk over to my bed and slowly sit down. I assess the damage to my hand. There's a lot of blood, the towel already half soaked through in the one spot. I stand back up and go back to the bathroom. I turn the warm water on and put my hand under the faucet. As the blood washes away, I'm surprised to see that the cut is too small to have expelled so much blood in such little time.
Weird.
I observe the cut. After minutes of staring at my hand, I notice a slight difference in the length of the wound. It got shorter. I stare as the cut gets smaller and smaller until it completely disappears. I look at my clock. Twenty minutes to heal a two inch long cut. No scar or anything left. I don't even care. This is big shit.
I'm tired.
I walk into my bedroom and plop down on my bed face first.
Most eventful birthday ever.

••••••••••

I crack my eye open only to be blinded by sunlight. Why are my curtains open? And why are birds singing? It's ten in the morning on a Saturday. This isn't the time for singing. Everyone's supposed to sleep till noon. Go away birds! Sleep in till noon for once!
My door opens.
Didn't I lock the stupid door?
"Rise and shine, ladybug!" My mother chimes.
"Ugh! Why?" I groan.
"We're going shopping!" She claps like a child in a Toys R Us store.
"Fine! I'll get up. Just leave me to drag myself out of bed." My words are muffled by my pillow. She leaves without saying another word. I drag myself out of bed and gather clothes for a shower. I go to the bathroom and do my business.
Slipping on my sneakers, I stuff my wallet in my butt pocket and grab my cell phone.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs I see mom reading a book in the kitchen with the keys on the counter next to her.
"Ready?" She asks, looking up at me.
"Yup." I say. We get out side and in the car. I don't know where we're going so I ask her. She tells me the mall.
Yay.

••••••••••

I have a bad feeling about this. A feeling that makes me wanna turn around and go somewhere else. I follow my mom inside.

While she looks at merchandise, I'm on guard. I just can't let it go. It's like an annoying itch I can't scratch. My mom finishes with a store.
"Wanna get pretzels?" She asks. I nod my head with a small smile. We head over to the pretzel place. While my mom orders the pretzels, I look for a table. I find one, sit down, and that's when I see it. The bad feeling.
Him.
He's here.
His blue eyes haven't found me yet. Just looking at him makes me wanna run my fingers through his blonde hair. I sicken myself. There are two others with him. A man and a woman. They both have black hair and twinkling green eyes. Siblings. The woman has Alex's arm wrapped around her shoulders. A bout of jealousy roles through me. Alex's head snaps in my direction. I look him in the eyes, challenging him to confront me. I seem to have caught the siblings attention too. The woman looks at me then looks at Alex. She frowns. I watch as Alex leans down and whispers something in her ear. She smiles and kisses his chin. There was obviously deep affection between the two. The man though, he looked at the two in disappointment. His gaze turns to me and I see sympathy in his eyes. I look at Alex and make sure I have his undivided attention. I smile my brightest smile, confusing him. He lets a small grin slowly grow on his face. I immediately drop my smile, glare at him, and flip him the bird. I look away, refusing to suffer another moment of his eye contact. I hear a soft gasp come from the woman. I look back at them and observe her. She starts to advance on me when Alex catches her arm.
"Let it go. She's not worth it. I already told you she means nothing to me, didn't I?" He says just loud enough for me to hear.
I scowl and flip him another bird. I manage to get rid of the finger just in time for my mother to sit down. She follows my gaze to the three people.
"Friends?" She asks.
"Never in a million years." I glare at the pretzel in front of me. I rip it in half, take a chunk out of it, and chew the salty goodness.
"Whoa now, who pissed in your Cheerios?" Mom jokes. The only response I give her is the slight upturn of the lips. My mom is cool. She doesn't care much about cuss words. They're just more of a vulgar way of expressing your emotions. Dad would disagree.
"Just this asshole I ran into yesterday." I say. I hear a low growl. Whipping my head in the direction the sound came from, it's where the three people were standing. Only they weren't there anymore. They were standing there not seconds ago, but they're nowhere to be seen.
Creepy.