Ambrosia

Fresh Target On My Back

I closed my eyes as his hand gently cupped my cheek.

"My god, you're so beautiful," he replied, leaning closer.

I put his hand over mine, his palm rough from obvious years of work.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing mine.

He pulled away and I opened my eyes.

"I love you too," I murmured, staring into his blue almost black eyes.

I tumbled down the stairs, hitting my head. Blackness tinged the corners of my vision, but I refused to black out.

"I am not losing you to him! Never again!" Thomas yelled, stomping back down the stairs.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs and grabbed my hair, holding my upper body up with it.

Tears streamed down my checks as I weakly grabbed at his hands.

"Let go," I croaked.

"You are not leaving me for him!"

"Let go! You're hurting me!"

My eyes widened as the words rang through my head, Thomas' smirk cruel, yet familiar.

"You-you're..." I croaked, my voice weak.

"I'm what?" Thomas snarled, sticking his face in mine.

His eyes were wide and deranged, holding a tiny bit of fear.

"You're the...the real reason I was in that coma. It was you," I spat.

Thomas' grin turned malicious and he let go of my hair, but not before yanking it backwards.

"I wanted what was best for you. I was prepared to give you the world! But then you went and fell in love with him. You were going to leave me for some bad boy who couldn't give you everything I could! You betrayed me Ambrosia," Thomas said, his eyes wide.

"You're mine! I'll be damned if I lose you to him!"

"Then you'll be damned!" I screamed in response.

The boy's gaze grew colder.

"He may have protected you at the party bitch. But he can't do a damn thing here!" The boy snarled as I turned my back, staring down the stairs.

Suddenly something smashed into the back of my head and the stairs rushed up to meet me.

"So you tried to kill me?" I said, the memory fresh and painful.

He shrugged.

"Killing you, bringing you to your senses. Same difference. Thing is, that coma could have given us a new chance. It could have erased what I had done and what you had done. But once agin, you went and ruined it by remembering! You always ruin everything!" He shrieked.

I scrambled out of his way, eager to rush to the door.

But he grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me back, his arms tightening around my chest.

"An-and what if I had d-died?" I choked, trying to squirm out of his grip.

"One less problem for me," he hissed.

"He got jealous Ambrosia. Of us. Of me. And when you tried to leave him, he hit you with a vase. Knocked you pretty bad and at the top of the stairs."

"You lied to me about everything!" I cried loudly.

"I was protecting you. You always were such a weak hearted little bitch. You never could handle the truth," he snarled, squeezing me painfully one last before throwing me to the floor.

I crumpled painfully, landing at the door of the stairs, struggling pitifully to get up.

He kicked me down and I yelled in pain as his foot clipped my forehead.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson," he snarled, stepping over me,"that no matter what, you belong to me."

I looked up at him defiantly, blood welling up above my eye and at the corners of my lips.

"N...never," I spat.

He snarled and back handed me, crouching before me as I crumpled again.

I pitifully held my cheek, bruises already forming.

"Learn your place bitch," he snarled.

I spat at his feet, my spit mingled with blood.

His eyes glinted harshly and he raised his hand.

I kicked out, my feet hitting his stomach. He crumpled backwards and I scrambled up, racing towards the door.

I heard him yell behind me, but he didn't follow me and I yanked the door open, slamming it shut behind me.

I stumbled quickly down the path, heading for a familiar path and the memory of the photo that had been taken down suddenly came back.

I stepped back, admiring our handiwork.

"It's skew," Percy said from the couch.

"Well then how about you fix it?" I asked, my hands on my hips.

"Nah," he said, his eyes fixed on the TV.

"Then shut up," I said, sitting next to him.

He smirked over at me then looked back the the picture.

"It's nice," he said, then looked back at the TV.

"Think Thomas'll like it?" I asked, clasping my hands together.

Percy shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes piercing.

"Who cares?" He asked quietly.

He leaned closer and my eyes widened, just as the front door opened.

"I'm home," Thomas yelled.

I cleared my throat and stood up, rushing to meet Thomas.

"Hey," I said, kissing his cheek.

"Is he here?" Thomas asked, excited.

"Sadly yes," I replied.

Thomas rushed to meet Percy and fist bumped him.

"'Sup dude," Percy said," Your chick put up the picture."

Thomas looked to the framed photo and kissed me.

"It's stunning," he said.

I stared at it, almost hating it.

It was of me holding a peace sign up, smiling widely with a boy draping his arm over my shoulder almost coyly.

I stared at the boy in my living room and shook my head. The two boys were actually the same person, one who I would come to love.

Percy.