Married to the Devil

Chapter 28

Mia's thick, blonde curls bounced against the sun rays that glittered through the living room window of my parents' house.

"Let's go shopping Katie."

Shopping. It sounded fun and delightful enough yet it was everything I didn't want to do at the moment. Everything I didn't want for the past three weeks.

After the big fight back at my hotel room, and a scolding lecture to Cass for revealing my hide-out location to my parents, I've temporarily moved back to my childhood home.

Mia danced in the living room padded with a thick beige combed rug snuggly tugged under her feet. The loud sounds of various songs mixed together blasted from the radio on a nearby side table beside our ebony couches.

In the time that I'd spent out frolicking with my old husband, I'd forgotten my family and my dear sister. Mia and I had a routine, weekly visits and loads of time spent catching up our seperate lives together. And for months that didn't happen when I was tied to Derek.

Maybe things were better this way. Not seeing him or talking to him hurt every fiber of my living being but it was better than living a lie of a relationship. That's not what I wanted at all.

And now I had more time for things that I really valued like my parents, Cass, and Mia.

"Kaitlyn, get your but off that couch," My mother said, coming out of nowhere as she usually always did.
She bent her body over slightly and snatched the ice cream container from my hands, "And stop eating garbage every damn day!"

"Mia, grab your shoes, Katie is taking you to the mall." My mother said promptly.

My eyes crossed over to her to shoot her a look. Why was she deciding what should and shouldn't happen without my consent?

"Mum I didn't agree to go anywhere."

She furrowed her brows and I could feel another lecture coming on about how I've run my life over the past few weeks.

"I know you don't feel like it because you'll never feel like it. The best way to get over heart-break is to show that you've come out as a stronger person. As a champion," She pointed a finger at me, "This person here, mopping around and sobbing into a pillow every couple of days is not the strong, sensible, and capable daughter I raised."

Anger flared through my nostrils, making them wide with frustration. Mopping around and sobbing? Yes, there was a reason for it all and she knew very well what it was.

"Let's just go Katie," Mia said, pulling my arm toward the doorway.

"Fine."

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"Could you please stop sucking each other's faces for a second so that I can pass?"

Derek and I slowly moved away from each other. We were blocking the school doorway yet again at the end of another school day. Behind us were a bunch of angry, scowling teenagers including Trishala, Evelyn's best friend.

Her irritated facial expression was somewhat amusing to me, as was her unusually deep voice. She passed in a big, huffy movement and purposely swung her school bag right into my hip.

"Ow!" I cried.

Trishala turned towards me with a smug smile, "Sorry, see what happens when you don't know what's going on around you?"

She turned back around and walked away.The rest of the crowd dispersed quickly, but not before they made sure to shoot us dirty looks. I shrugged my shoulders sheepishly and muttered some apologies.

Derek didn't seem to be worried at all that we had made numerous enemies all of a sudden.

His brows scrunched together in an expression that made him look irritated. His green eyes caught mine and he pulled me toward him in a flash. Before I had time to get a word out Derek's lips were back on mine again.

I pulled back quickly, much to his annoyance.

"Wait," I breathed.

"What? Is something wrong?"

I wiggled my arms between his chest and mine to give me my much needed space. Derek was holding me close and I could barely move.

A loose curl of hair escaped from my tightly wound brunette ponytail and I tucked it away behind my ear.

"Derek," I said slowly, not wanting to scare him away with the tone of my voice, "What we've been doing for the past couple of days, it means that we're...? What exactly are we?"

His arms dropped to his side's and he took a very minuscule, but noticeable, step backwards, away from me. His eyes, which were raging with teenaged hormones a second ago were having trouble facing me now.
He looked as if he'd stung me with a thorn. Guilty and apologetic, that's how he looked.

"Nothing," He said finally, "We're nothing."

I had walked myself through this same scenario a thousand times in case Derek didn't share the same feelings that I felt for him. But that didn't make it any less painful. And it hurt so much.

"Nothing?" I choked.

He looked startled when tears I didn't even know had formed started dripping down my face.

"I'm sorry I let you down," He managed guiltily, no longer able to make eye contact.

And then he did the most cowardly thing possible. He turned and ran.