(CHAPTER SIX)
Why me, God? Isn’t there someone else you could torture?
There, standing in front of me, at my house, was Dylan and Claire. Smiling like all was right in the world.
“Hey.” Dylan said so casually, my heart panged. Yeah he wasn’t my mate or anything but I practically gave myself to him. No penetration or anything, but other terms of sexual pleasure were used.
“Hi.” I replied softly. Although he shouldn’t have been, Dylan’s eyes were grazing my body like he was parched and I was the only water in the desert. I could feel Claire burning holes into my body with her fiery glare. Her face screamed ‘you better not enjoy it’. She had nothing to worry about. His perverted gaze wasn’t making me feel all fluttery inside like it used to do; now it just made me feel uncomfortable.
Dylan was standing in front of my house, staring at me with lust-filled eyes, whilst his mate stood next to him in his arms. Talk about awkward.
“Is there something you need?” I asked. Claire’s features softened a bit when she noticed I wasn’t reciprocating Dylan’s lustrous gaze. Had she not been here, I still wouldn’t have flirted with him or jump him per se, I wouldn’t stoop to her level.
“We need to talk to you.” Claire said nervously. Why was she being nervous? What would she have to be nervous about?
“Yeah, sure come in.” I moved to the side and let them in. Closing the door, I led them into the lounge room. It was pretty bare; a really soft, brown couch was in the center of the back wall and a T.V was in front of it. Shelves decorated with miscellaneous DVDs and CDs were on the wall to the right and the left wall was completely bare, aside from the door. I sat on the couch and gestured for them to do the same.
“Sorry for coming in so late.” Dylan apologised. I just shrugged.
“I was up anyway, doing homework and all.” I replied simply.
“So, what is it you needed to tell me?” I might as well be nice. If I was nice they’d hurry their little conversation up and then leave me alone to go to bed.
“I don’t know how to exactly say this…” Dylan started when Claire interrupted.
“We’re pregnant.” Claire exhaled. I could feel my jaw drop. Obviously expecting this reaction from me, they continued talking, trying to explain what was happening.
“After we mated, we were so hyped up on the heat that we just gave in to our temptations and now we’re having a baby.” Claire explained. I could see how much this was troubling her. She had been my friend for all my life; I guess you could say we close.
“Okay, then. What do you want to do about it?” I finally snapped out of my trance and the weight of the situation kicked in. I knew what was needed of me. The couple with the unborn child required someone to whom they were both close to, to mark the child. It wasn’t as weird as it sounded. Luna Kylie marked me and in turn my mother marked Gabby. It was like godparents; except the child needed to be marked in order to live. I guess they came to me because they wanted their child to live. If I were in their place I’d come to me too, Claire’s parents were quite prudish and puritanical and Dylan’s mother hated all of his girlfriends, me being the exception.
“I’ll do it.” I answered the unasked question. They both looked at me in relief and confusion.
“Let’s get to it.” I said with more excitement than needed, way too much excitement.
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All in all, the night was just plain weird. I mean, there I was, marking the unborn child of my lost love and ex-best friend. To say the night was a bonding experience that helped us get over our indifferences was a lie - a big, fat lie. One I wasn’t going to get over, not for a long time.
I mean imagine your best friend who you’ve shared everything with, done everything with, sleeping with the one boy who made you float higher than cloud nine when you were upset, the boy who brought a smile to your face when nothing else could, and the boy who you gave everything too - well almost everything.
Whether they were mates or not, what they did left me scarred; I still remember that day, like it had only just happened.
I was walking to Dylan’s house after school because he hadn’t shown up that day. The night before there was a big party, so I thought he mustn’t have felt too good. I wasn’t his mate, but I knew that I could make him feel better. Dylan’s parents were gone for the week, so I grabbed the key that Dylan had given me and unlocked the door.
I made sure I was silent walking around in case he did have a raging headache. I did not want him snapping at me because I made the mistake of making noise, however loud the volume.
I walked up the stairs and headed to his room. I heard giggling and soft moaning - probably one of his ‘videos’ that I was never allowed to watch. I didn’t care much for the fact that he watched those kinds of things, in fact, I didn’t care at all. I loved him and his flaws - not that watching porn was a bad thing - made him who he is.
After a minute of deciding whether to knock or not and leave him to his privacy, I just gave in to doing it. The least he could be was embarrassed, right?
I opened the door and placed my backpack on the ground. Of course the moaning was still coming from the T.V so I kept my eyes down on the ground, shuffling my feet shyly. I wasn’t a prude, but it still made me feel uncomfortable. A ruffling from the corner of my eye brought my attention to the sight before me. Unlike my thoughts, the T.V was off and the noises were coming from the horrifying nightmare I had just witnessed: my best friend sleeping with my boyfriend. I gasped and took a step back into the door. The sound of the movement made both their heads come whipping towards the door, and therefore, me.
Dylan’s face was full of remorse, whilst Claire’s was smug? They didn’t even try to pull apart from each other. I just watched them together; the way they touched each other, the intensity of their gaze, the sparkling in their eyes. When it finally clicked my heart stopped, did a double take, and shattered beyond repair.
“I’m sorry…” Dylan said to me, his gaze never leaving Claire’s. If I wanted to lie to myself, I could say he just couldn’t think of anything else but I knew better. He had forgotten my name.
“Marissa.” I whimpered. Dylan turned to look at me, realising what he had just done, what he had just said.
“Oh my god, Marissa, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you…” He started. But with every word that left his mouth, I couldn’t help but feel utterly and completely broken. His apology didn’t mean anything like it would have before. Had I not witnessed this, had this not happened and he apologised for something else entirely mediocre, I wouldn’t have hesitated in forgiving him. Now, now I just couldn’t muster it up.
“Well… you did.” I raised my hand to my heart and backed out of the room. I knew I had left my bag but I didn’t care. In the hallway, I trailed my fingers over the locket he had given me on our first year anniversary. With a sob, I yanked on the silver chain and ripped the locket from my neck. In a swift motion, I threw it to the ground and ran away.
I don’t know how I managed it, but during my reminiscing, I somehow found a way to get changed into my pyjamas and crawl into bed. I didn’t even notice the tears strolling down my face until I fell into the wet patch I had made.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Sleep was making itself present and I couldn’t help but succumb to its sweet call.
(Yes. These are the original chapters, they're just edited and tweaked a little bit more. I haven't changed anything aside from some mistakes and putting in some information, just stuff I didn't check for last time. I am pretty proud of myself. It was wrong of me to take this down from the website. I just... I don't know, I didn't feel up to it, I guess. It's back now though and better than ever. Woohoo! Go me!)
