Truly Yours

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The whole car ride was silent. Except for a few gasps while Cheryl cried. I tried to comfort her but she won't let me touch her anymore. She's going to leave me. I just know it. She never keeps quiet around me unless its serious as fuck. I'm so scared. Besides the fact that there is a dead girl in the back seat, my girl might leave me and I'm terrified.

"Cherry, look... If you don't want me anymore I can get all my stuff out of your room tonight and go back to my trailer." I suggest, clearly not jumping at the fact that she might think that that is a brilliant idea. Her cries get louder and I think I've upset her.

"No." She says.

I turn my head back to see the road and we have just arrived in Greendale. Now we find a field and bury this misguided soul. Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad at her for beating me up and shit but still. I killed her and her brother. That's horrible. I'm horrible.

You did what you had to do......

Ugh, shut up brain.

***

"This is it. Right here." Cheryl says. She points to a tree a couple feet away from us. The car is parked a little on the grass and a little on the abandoned road. Heather doesn't smell as bad as before which is good. Cheryl turns off the car, takes a deep breath and gets out, slamming her door behind her. I get out too and open the back door to see Cheryl already holding Heathers legs.

"No, let me." She says. I sigh and close the door. I go around to the trunk and get out the shovels. The least I can do is dig this girl a grave, right?

Cheryl hoists Heather up and carries her bridal style over to the tree. I cautiously follow behind her, scared I might upset her even more with just the sight of my face. Once we reach the willow tree, I smile up at it.

Such a pretty tree... Blowing its branches softly in the wind, leaves doing small twirls against the breeze, the thin bark holding this beauty firmly in place.

Heather is laid down on the grass now and Cheryl gestures for me to start digging. I toss her a shovel and she scoffs and angrily picks it up, following me to where we'll start digging.

"You killed her, I don't why I have to help bury her..." I grip my shovel so tightly I see white splashed on my knuckles. I lift it up and force it down into the soil. This is going to be a long night.

***

"Who knew burying your ex's body could be so much work.." Cheryl says and wipes her forehead. Its been about two and a half hours since we pulled up. Time to place Heather into the soft, secure Earth. Cheryl looks at her and I assume wipes away a tear. She hates me for what I've done but she loves me for what I've done. So confusing being in a relationship...

She picks up Heather and kneels down beside the grave, gently setting her down into the cutout. I sigh as I see her lifeless and scared eyes. Cheryl's slender fingers cover them and roll her eyelids down. Cheryl takes a few deep breaths and stands up, leaning over to pick up her shovel. She gives me a look that says "let's do this" but I detect something else. I get to work and start throwing the dirt onto Heather.

"I love you, Toni." She states. I stop shoveling and look at her. My eyes start to burn and I toss my shovel back. Soon I'm wrapping my arms around Cheryl and sobbing into her shoulder. I'm such a mess...

"Shh.. Its going to be okay.." She soothingly whispers sweet nothings into my ear. I lift my head and stare up at her. I lean forward and kiss her. She sinks into the kiss and holds onto my lips for what seems like forever. And I realize, she really does love me.

I pull away and pick up the shovel, getting some dirt and tossing it into the grave. After a while we have about all of the grave covered except there is an obvious grave shaped hole cut out under a tree. Super normal.

"Goodbye Heather.." We say. And its done. I have killed and buried a girl in the same day. That's a new record. Jesus, even my joking is horrible.

"Toni, let's make a pact. That no matter what happens in our lives, we will always be there. Even if we are broken up or married or I don't know what, we will be there for each other. We will do whatever it takes to make sure that the other is truly alright. And I mean, we will do absolutely anything for each other. Okay?" She asks with a slight bit of worry in her tone. I smile.

"Okay, Cherry." I say.

"Okay.. This has to be a blood pact, those are serious so.. Yeah." I raise my eyebrows but then nod it off. I bend over to whip out my surprisingly sharp pocket knife. I totally forgot I had this! Might have come in handy when I was being kidnapped..

I unfold the knife and press it onto my palm, slicing a line down the middle. I bite down on my lip and clench my toes. I hand the knife to Cheryl and watch her barely flinch when she cuts a line on her palm. What the hell, man.. She looks at me and holds out her dripping hand. I look at mine and hesitantly reach for hers.

We hold our hands together and she winces at the pressure on her cut.

"This now means, we will be bound together in any bad times. Or hell, even if its just your cat being moody, the other has to be there." She giggles and I swoon at the sound I had almost forgotten.

"Yes. Okay..." I state with love flooding my tone. Cheryl let's a single tear fall down her cheek.

"I, Cheryl Blossom, am truly yours, Antoinette Topaz." She giggles again and we hug each other like its our last minute together. We walk back to the car, still holding hands and even stronger as a couple now. And as cheesy as this sounds, I'm never letting go.