Stories and Other Random Things

/Chapter #4/

Put your story text here..Diary of a Genetic Freak

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/Chapter #4/

/4 Yrs Ago/

"Cheyenne, wakey wakey." I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, ignoring the annoying voice, but the person wouldn't give up. They grabbed my blankets and pulled them off before jumping on top of me.

"Get off fat ass!" Zade just chuckled and started tickling me. "Ahh! No, stop! Ok, I'm up!"

"Took you long enough." I just stuck my tongue out at him to which he mimicked.

"How old are you 12?"

"No, I'm 16." I sighed and layed (This is gonna sound stupid but is layed a word? Cuz when I did the spell check thing it says it isn't) back down on my bed trying to go to sleep. Tomorrow is my birthday and I want to be able to stay awake.

"How did you get in here?" He smirked at me.

"The window, you know you really should lock that." I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock.

"Zade, its 1 in the morning! Why did you decide to come over now?"

"My parents are fighting again. I don't see why they just don't get a divorce, they'd both be a lot happier if they did." He looked so sad so I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him as best I could, considering I was so much smaller than him. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap burying his head in my hair.

I would never admit this to Zade but I liked being in his arms, him holding me made my tummy feel all fluttery. Mum says that I love him but I'm only 13, how am I supposed to know if I love him? But mum is always right, so she's probably right about this too. How am I supposed to tell if I really love him when I have nothing to compare these funny feelings to? The only thing I could compare it to is mum and dad, and they look really happy.

After a while we ended up watching Spongebob, until he said he had a surprise for me.

"Close your eyes." I gave him a hesitant look. "Oh come on, I'm not gonna do anything I promise."

I snorted. He has a habit of playing pranks on me when I'm not looking, so he knows why I don't want to close my eyes.

"If you don't close your eyes, then you don't get your present." I huffed and shut my eyes. He pulled my hair off my neck and put something around my neck before putting my hair back down. "Ok, open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and looked down at a locket hanging around my neck. It wasn't something too grand but it was beautiful. The locket was in the shape of a butterfly and opened at the wings revealing a picture of Zade and I together laughing at the park not far from my house.

"Isn't this your grandmother's?" He nodded and smiled sadly. His grandmother had died a little over a month ago and it was hard on him since she was his favorite relative. She was the one that took care of him when he wasn't here, which was rarely ever.

"She told me to give it to someone special to me." I blushed slightly when he said that, glad that it was too dark for him to see. "She liked you a lot, Chey. Maybe better than she liked me."

I laughed. It wasn't true anyone could see how much she adored her grandson with just one look.

"Thanks."

/Present Time/

I still wear that locket, it was one of the few things I was allowed to keep. It still holds that very picture of us together at the park. I've tried talking myself into throwing it away but kept thinking that maybe if I kept it I'd see him again. That he'd come back and apologize for what he'd done. Stupid fantasies of a little girl, they never come true. Well I guess this one did, but not the way I had imagined.

You know how every little girl dreams of her prince coming in on a white horse, saving her from her fucked up life? That was my fantasy only my life wasn't fucked up. I liked my life, I had everything a little girl could ask for. Sure my dad worked a little more than I wanted but he payed for everything we had. It wasn't much but I was happy. I didn't need fancy things, I still don't. I'd be happy to go back home to our small cottage like home and live the rest of my life.

I had this crazy dream of marrying a man that would make me happy, preferably Zade, and having the white picket fence and the beautiful children. But I can't have that, I don't think I ever would have gotten my wish anyway. I'll be lucky to live past my 20th birthday, let alone getting out of the current situation.

I've always wondered what would have happened if I had told him how I felt. I wonder if he would have told me he felt the same way. But fear of rejection stopped me, I didn't want to lose his friendship. So I stayed quiet about my feelings, I acted like the normal friend. But there is always a part of me saying, what if?

I sighed and rolled over on the cot, to stare at the wall. I'd been laying here all night and I can't seem to get my thoughts off of Zade. Seeing him brought back all of my feelings that I thought I buried with him. It brought back all the anger and the betrayal I felt that day and nothing I do can make it go away.

I clutched at the locket around my neck, opening it and looked at the picture. We both looked so happy. Arms wrapped around each other smiling wide for the camera, Zade's brown hair was longer then and I remember arguing with him about whether or not he looked like a girl. He had said he did and I argued that he didn't, I don't think any one could ever mistake him for a girl. Not with the way he was built, he a guy no doubt about it. He had decided not to get it cut and when I asked why he said that he kept it long because I seemed to like it that way for some reason, his words not mine.

I rolled over again only to come face to face with the very person I was thinking about. His eyes locked on the chain around my neck and he smiled.

"You still have it." He didn't say it like a question but I nodded anyway casting a worried glance at Reena. "She's asleep, I put her in a deep sleep. She can't hear us."

"What are you doing here?" He sighed and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"I can't stand you being mad at me."

I glared. "I've been pissed at you for 4 god damn years Zade." He looked away.

"I know and I wish I could go back and change things but I can't. I wish I could go back and tell you-" He cut himself off and ran a hand through his hair.

"Tell me what?"

"It doesn't matter, what does matter though is that I know a way out of here." I stared up at him confused.

"What?"

"I know how to get out, Chey. We can get out." I stared at him, he knew a way out?

I opened my mouth to talk but he stopped me.

"Do you trust me?" My answer was automatic.

"No."

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