Cheated - Cube SMP Fanfiction

Chapter 1

I tiptoe out of the dark, musty room, and wipe away the hot tears streaming down my face. My father, he always brings tears. He's gone, always will be, but I like to think he's here with me sometimes. Today, I thought of the last thing he said to me.

"You never do anything around here! You act useless! Can't you do anything?" He screamed. That's when he left for a business trip at midnight, to meet some friends at the airport. He was 20 minutes away, when a drunk driver swerved on the opposite side of the road, and totaled his car. He never made it past that first impact of the car hitting him.

I kicked and shouted for weeks, wishing for him, hoping he'd come back. He never did. I feel the salt rolling down my face and take a deep breath. It's been 5 months now, but the subject is still touchy.

I push that aside, and open the browser on my computer. In the search engine, I type in 'Prom Hair Ideas'. I click the first item and look through. Waterfall braids, shaped curls, and some weird ponytail with a braid wrapped around. I shiver in disgust at the pictures until my eyes widen, and I gasp, finding myself at a loss for air.

The picture is a bundle of braids, formed into a bun, captioned as the 'Goddess Bun'. I grin, as I have been worrying that I won't find a style for almost a month now, and I think that this is the one.

"Mom!" I holler down the hall, and hear a muffled "what" come from her room. She mostly stays in her room now, grieving over her loss, I wouldn't blame her. My father was a great guy, everyone he knew loved him. She's so upset, that she barely does 2 hours of work a day, and that's why she now works at home.

I tell her to come to me, and when she appears, her eyes are swollen and red, I can tell she's been crying recently. I put out a subtle, "Are you okay, Mom?" and she nods quickly, not wanting me to know the load of her burden.

I show her the picture of my findings, and her face lights up. Her weary eyes, become full with desire, and happiness. I can tell you, we're equally excited about this, and this is my senior prom, so that's saying a lot.

I chat with her about where I think we could get it done, and she agrees, wanting me to have the best prom I can. She gives me a warm hug, and I let my head rest on her shoulder. I can tell she hasn't been eating properly. What were average shoulders before, are now bony, and skinny.

She then exits the room, and says she will make some dinner to celebrate. I smile, knowing that I've gone through a lot, but I'm doing good.

I sit at my computer, chin in hand, bored. Hopping on YouTube, I see that Graser10, my favorite YouTuber and hero has uploaded. I watch the video, laughing several times, and even blush when he talks. I'm such a child.

I sigh, and grunt as I get up from the chair I'm in. I lie down on my bed and find my eyes, getting lower, and lower. Heavier. My vision fades, as I drift off, until I make out a faint sound of my mother calling me.

"Emily? Emily! Come downstairs, Jake is here!" She shouts up the stairs. I smile. Jake, my perfect boyfriend is at my house to see me.

I spring off the bed, and fix my smeared mascara. I run out of my room, and start to step down the stairs. I open the door for him, and see his blue eyes, gazing upon me with his brown hair. He is wearing a tuxedo, and he smells of cologne.

I grin, and step outside, as he takes my arm. We walk to my big backyard, and I look around. It's a beautiful day in Canada. It's almost summer, and there's 1 week till prom.

We walk over to a sculpture that my dad build. He did sculptures in his spare time, and sold them. This one meant a lot to me, I helped make it, so he let me put it in the yard. It's a waterfall, with marble dolphins jumping out of the crystal clear water.

He sits me down, and I ask, "Jake, why are you in a tuxedo in 70 degree weather?" His face turns red, and I smile.

"Emily," he starts. "Will you go to prom with me?"

I shriek inside and nod my head. He leans down to put his lips on mine in a passionate kiss. It lasts for a couple seconds, and I welcome him inside.

He hadn't officially asked me to prom until this point, but I decided I'd go, even if he didn't, with a couple friends.

My mom smiles and leads him to our kitchen table. It's been awhile since 3 people have sat at this table. I miss it. My mom prepared pork tenderloin for us, with fresh rosemary and a maple glaze. It's delicious, and Jake and I both have more. My mom excludes herself from the table, and leaves us to ourselves.

It feels so awkward, with him in a tuxedo, and me in the clothes I'd slept in. He laughs at my insecurity, and says, "You're beautiful anyway, babe. Don't worry."

I turn beet red, Jake understands me, and I feel warm inside with him being right next to me.

We get up, and he takes my plate, after my attempted resistance to clean our plates, and goes to the kitchen, cleaning the silverware, and he asks, "How are you doing about, you know..." I cringe. This question always trips me up.

I stay strong, and force a smile. I'm doing okay, definitely been better though. It's the truth. He can tell that I'm not lying, and his face becomes much less concerned, but still looking out for me.

We talk for another hour, just sitting on my couch. I've been trying to do it, but I just haven't found the right words. For the past month, I've basically shut him out. It's just, I've been so caught up in mourning, that I didn't have time to be with him.

"Jake?" I begin. "Look, I'm really sorry for the past month..."

"Don't. Apologize, I mean. I know that you've been, just wrapped up in this loss. It's not your fault. I mean, yeah I got worried, and began thoughts that you didn't want to be with me, but you would too, right? I knew you needed space, so I gave it to you."

He reaches over, and holds me, for what seems like forever. I don't want it to stop. I pull away, and he gets up. It's almost 10, so I walk to his car with him, and we hug. He's about to turn to his car, but kisses my cheek first.

He drives away, and my cheek is still tingling from his soft lips. I walk back to my house, with so many mixed emotions. I decide to get some sleep, I'm really going to need to get sleep. I've had such a rough few weeks, and I haven't slept much.

I climb into bed, and tuck myself in. 5 minutes later, my mom sneaks in my room, and kisses my forehead softly, and whispers, "Congratulations, sweetie." I smile, and she goes out of my room.

Asleep, I dream about prom. I go with Jake, and we have the time of our lives. We go to a party after, and make out on a couch. He then lifts up my shirt and touches me. I tell him to stop, but he calls his buds over to join in.

I slap him, but that only encourages him. I fight back until I wake up, sweating. Jake would never do that to me. I wash my face in the bathroom, and go back to sleep.

This prom will go fine.

A/N - Chapter 1 of the new series! Please give me feedback, this is the first romance I've written ever, and don't know if it's good or not,

Thanks for 200 reads on "UHC: Season 9".

I went on vacation for the weekend, so that's why the story didn't get posted until today, so sorry about that. Hope you can forgive me ;-;

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