2 Days Later
Ian squeezes my hand tightly, “You don’t have to do this now you know..” He reminds me. “I know it’s just...it’s not right.” I have my phone tightly clenched in my hand, “I mean, it’s just not right to do this to her anymore. I haven’t returned any of her calls I mean...the least I could do is just let her know it’s over now.” I sigh, and quickly dial her number. Ian kisses my neck, “You can do it..” He whispers. I nod my head, “It’ll be ok” I whisper back.
I put it on speaker, so Ian can listen for himself. Just in case he needs to back me up. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. She picks up. “Oh my gosh Anthony are you ok!?” I hear Kalels voice. She has been worried sick about me. I feel so bad for not calling her back sooner. “Kalel, yes, I’m sorry. I’m ok...I just..” I pause mid sentence. “You just what?! You’ve worried me so much Anthony, do you realize I was one missed call away from going down to Sacramento myself?” I chuckle unemotionally, “You didn’t have to do that..I just, look I have to tell you something..” “Well what?” She asks me, with obvious fear in her voice. I sigh, as my heart begins palpitating. I begin having a small panic attack, I can feel it coming on. Ian must have noticed, because he gives my hand another love squeeze, and gives me a comforting smile. This is enough to calm me down. This is enough of a reminder as to why I’m doing this in the first place. “Anthony?” she asks. “Are you there??” I begin to hear panic in her voice. “Im here..” I say quietly. “Look, Kalel, I can’t do this. It’s over.” I finally spit those words out of my mouth. I hear her gasp. Her gasp sounded so broken, like I just shattered her heart into a million pieces. I mean, I don’t love her. But I do care about her deeply. I hate myself for what I just did to her. “I’m sorry...I should’ve told you sooner..do you wanna talk about it?” I ask her. “No.” She plainly says, as she hangs up.
I slowly put the phone back down on our coffee table and bury my head into the crook of Ian’s neck. He kisses me on the head, “Dumb question, but are you Ok?” He asks. I feel his comforting hands soothe my back. I collect myself finally, as I give him a peck on the neck, “Never been better….” I say, knowing that now nothing is getting in the way of what Ian and I have. I interlock my fingers between Ian’s, and kiss each of his fingers. I have this kissing obsession with him, I don’t know, don’t ask. I just love kissing his smooth skin. I would love to kiss more of him but- OK Anthony it’s only been three days get a hold of yourself. Geez.
“Yeah, really, geez Anthony!” I hear that voice again. Ugh. Do I even have to say his name? I don’t even have to turn around anymore. You know what? Screw it, I’m not going to get mad. I am going to just have fun with this today. Ian is frozen now, but I don’t care. I keep myself in the same position I was in before. “You know...for 2 solid days you were doing good with not barging in on our moments..” I add, in a snarky fashion. “Oh yeah, that beautiful moment you were just having, breaking up with your fiance. I almost shed a tear. Almost.” He replies sarcastically. “Look, you expect me to take you seriously, but after seeing you walk out of our shower, practically naked 2 days ago, it’s just hard. Forgive me if I don’t scream as fast as usual at your presence here.” Reflection actually laughs...non maniacally at this. I mean, he’s still creepy looking with that pale skin, and pitch black eyes. But, damn. His laughs are usually maniacal.
“And yet you still don’t get what I mean when I say I am you.” You know...I haven’t thought too much as to why he says that all the time. “You know what...I’m feeling generous today. Please..please explain that to me. Really, I’d love to hear how you are me and I am you and….all that tongue twister stuff.” I say. Reflection sits down on the couch across from Ian and I, “Well first of all, all I have to do is this.” Reflection suddenly changes his appearance, and now, holy crap? Are we twins or something? His skin begins to look tanner, and his eyes are no longer pitch black. He literally looks just like me now. “Holy shit..” I say. “Like lookin in a mirror?” He asks. I nod my head slowly. He groans, as he goes back to his pale, pitch black eyes form. “Alright, with that out of the way, you ask how I’m you, right?” He asks. I nod my head, “Yes, I’d love to know.” He shakes his head, “You’re really that stupid, arent you?” I don’t respond. “It’s obvious. I am everything you are afraid of. I am your inner demons. Have you noted your bitterness you often have towards me? Your jealousy? Your short temper? Your sarcasm? Your sexy good looks!?” I roll my eyes at his last comment. “All of that, I am you!” He raises his voice a little. “And if you let me explain the other day, I am here to help you realize those terrible things about yourself.” I cut him off. “Alright, I’ve heard enough..” “Your selfish ways!? Your inability to listen to what I have to say to you, the TRUTH that is, that maybe, just maybe you aren’t right for him!? I wanna help you-” “GO THE HELL AWAY IVE HAD IT!” I yell. “Why else would you keep trying to push me away the closer I get to you!? Because I am your living fears, and I am here to just-” “GO THE FUCK AWAY! I DONT GIVE A FUCKING SHIT GET LOST!!” I yell louder than I ever had before.
With that, he disappears again, and quickly switch back to how I was acting before Reflection came back. I bop Ian on his nose, “What was that for?” He asks, playfully. “I dunno...just felt like it.” I ruffle my hands through Ian’s bowl hair. He kisses me passionately, as suddenly I start thinking about what Reflection just said to me. I break our kiss, “Hey I’ll be back. Little boys room…” I say, shyly. He giggles, “Oh ok. Have fuuuunnnn” he jokingly responds. I run to the bathroom and shut the door.
When I think about it...Reflection wasn’t wrong. I do get jealous...I do have a short temper. I can never seem to handle the truth. Maybe...maybe he’s right. “Jackpot.” I hear him say behind me. I turn around, and finally give him a sincere look, “You really wanna help me?” I ask. He nods his head. “Then please, please stop intervening.” I ask him. “I get it, you want to help me...great. Fantastic. But don’t keep haunting me like this. We’re happy now...please understand that.” He rolls his pitch black eyes, “Anthony, you don’t even know yet though. You’re happy now. Great. Fantastic. But don’t keep assuming everything is going to work out your way in the long run-” “I don’t want to think about the long run, I want to think about the here, and now.” I cut in. Reflection starts shaking his head, “But isn’t just thinking about the here and now what made you an alcoholic in the future?” He rebuddles. I gotta admit, he’s a bitch, but he’s clever. “Here’s some advice,” He walks closer to me, and does that thing again where he whispers in my ear to warn me about something, “Use your right brain.” He whispers. He vanishes again. What could he mean by that?
(A/N) I don't have much to say, I Hope you liked this chapter. Oki, clearly I'm the woman of a thousand words, so take it away magicmummy. ^-^
(A/N) OH HAY. THIS CHAPTER IS MY OFFICIAL FAVORITE CHAPTER. NO ARGUING. ANYWAYS, THANKS FOR READING (AS ALWAYS) AND YEAH!
