The Outcast

Chapter 8: Eight Shattering Words

Chapter Eight: Eight Shattering Words

Will Foster

I didn't waste any time in pushing her down onto the bed and climbing on top of her. She moaned when I began kissing, biting and licking her delicate neck. Taking my time, I unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her creamy skin. I slipped my fingers behind her bra and unclasped the metallic hook that was my only barrier standing in the way of her boobs and my eager mouth. I flung it somewhere behind me and continued kissing down her breasts, giving attention to each one individually. Her eyes were closed but by the way her hands gripped the velvet bed sheet, I could tell that she was enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Her facial expression told me how hopelessly lost in bliss she was.

Everything was going great.

That was until her blonde hair started turning into a shinny brown color. Her skin began getting paler, almost translucent, the longer I stared down at her and her features began to sharpen by the second. What in the hell was happening? Without warning I abruptly stopped what I was doing and backed away from her in horror.

Her eyes instantly flew open and instead of the eyes I was expecting to see, big caramel ones greeted me. They were eyes I knew very well but they looked foreign on her.

"What's wrong baby? Why'd you stop?" she demanded breathlessly and as soon as she spoke, the illusion was gone and she was back to her old self. That was a good question. What was wrong with my head? I had the answer as to why I had stopped but I couldn't very well just come out and say it. She was already pissed about the kiss. No need to fuel the fire any further.

How could I explain to her that she had started to transform into Ana right before my eyes?

Here I was about to have amazing sex with a beautiful and willing girl and Ana had plagued my thoughts, succeeding in completely ruining my moment. What the f*ck caused me to think of her?

Focus Will. You have a half naked, willing girl laid out before you, I reminded my stubborn head.

"Am I forgiven?"I covered for my sorry ass hiding my horrified expression with a playful grin.

"If you promise to never do it again" she bargained. Oh heck no, this chick was getting way too possessive. Time to straighten things out, the worst part of a 'friends with benefits relationship'.

"Hey now you have got to stop being so jealous. We are not even in an official relationship, this is simply for fun. You agreed to do this friends with benefits thing and keep it to ourselves. We never said this was exclusive. You can date anyone you want and I can do whatever I want ok?" I reminded her, getting off her completely to which she pouted her lips at me. Now I was getting annoyed with her.

"But out of all people you just had to kiss her!" she yelled at me.

"I was drunk woman! Jeez get over it already" I yelled back and ran my hands through my dirty blonde hair, a habit I tended to do when I was frustrated. The previous lustful moment was completely gone. I picked up my shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head. She stood up from the queen sized bed and searched for her belongings.

"Where's my bra?" she asked as her eyes roamed the big room.

"Probably behind my desk" I suggested and sure enough I was right. She quickly put on her clothes and grabbed her purse. She ran a hand through her messy hair and sighed resigned.

"Well this blows" she commented before walking to the door.

"I want you out of this house no later than tonight Henry!" I heard the faint shout of my mother's muffled voice coming through their closed bedroom door. Great, mom and dad were fighting again. I wasn't very religious but I silently thanked God that Collin wasn't home. I had done everything in my power to create an illusion that we had perfect parents, all for my little 5 year old brother's sake because he was too young to have his childhood shattered with the cruel reality of the matter. I wouldn't let them ruin his life like they did mine.

He deserved a better family but apparently life just wasn't fair. He also deserved to have a healthy and normal life but it seemed like that was too much to ask for. So many restless nights had gone by where I had wished his illness upon myself instead of him. He was too young and innocent but I couldn't physically do anything about his condition. All I could do was try and make his life slightly happier because like I said before, life isn't fair.

"Tell me about it" I muttered, taking a quick glance at my alarm clock. Crap it was almost five. I had to pick up Collin from his chemotherapy session.

"Your parents at it again?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. Besides Ana, she was the only one who knew of my messed up situation at home. And that was only because she spent a lot of nights here and their loud yelling would sometimes interrupt us, not because I trusted her. I didn't trust anyone but Ana, my Ana.

No stop it Will! She's not yours. Get your head out of the gutter, I told myself.

She's just your friend. Friend. Friend. Friend, I chanted to myself.

"Mm-hmm" I nodded at her and accompanied her downstairs to the door. We descended down the stairs in utter silence; the only noise to be heard was the faint and distant shout coming from my parent's room.

"Sorry about today. When can I see you again?" she asked me in a small, regretful sounding voice.

"I don't know. I need some time to clear my head and think about certain things. I'll just text you, alright?" I told her, sounding like I was breaking up with her. I had some serious issues in my life right now and as much as I liked getting my mind off of things with her, I couldn't handle any more drama at this moment. My life was complicated enough as it was.

"Ok. I'll see you around" she said before waving at me and jumping into her small, red Honda civic. I stood at the doorway as I watched Hazel drive away. Once she had sped away and was nowhere in sight, I shut the door and was about to climb back upstairs to lock myself in my room when my plans were changed. There at the top of the stairway stood my mom and dad side by side, gazing at me expectantly. They simultaneously came down the stairs and told me to follow them in the kitchen. And by the serious look on my dad's face and the saddened gaze in my mother's eyes, I knew this couldn't be good. They motioned for me to sit down at the dining table and sat across from me. The air was tense.

My mom inhaled a deep breath before opening her mouth.

"There's something we need to tell you William" Shit. My mother only used my full name when she was yelling at me or was mad serious.

"Go ahead" I motioned for her to continue, keeping a calm and cool expression on my face when on the inside I was freaking the hell out. She glanced at my dad before turning back to me looking like she was about to cry. She lowered her gaze and shook her head at my father. So instead of comforting her like he should have done, he took the charge and spread their wonderful news. Not.

"Your mother and I are getting a divorce" he finally said and those eight words were enough to shatter my whole world.

A/N: From 1 to 10 how much did this chapter surprise you??

btw this chapter was dedicated to Seugnet du Toit because she guessed first it was in Will's POV. She's a fan of the story but she doesn't have a Wattpad account. Thank you for reading everyone!

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