Growing Up – Part one
High School – Year Two
Christmas – Eric
I could hear them in the living room muttering together. I hated both of their voices; both of them equally perfect and disgusting. One was the angelic voice you’d imagine yourself hearing on your death bed, that voice belonged to that nasty Kuro. The other one was the demonic voice you’d imagine yourself hearing at the steps of hell; with that strong accent, the demon who tried to lure you in with his promises of everything you could desire. How could one resist? How could she resist? And why was I so madly in loathing of ‘both’ of them; at least the accented one couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her.
No, it was because of the way her face blushed and her eyes locked onto his body when he spoke; that’s why I hate him. She never looked at ‘me’ that way, nor did she ever look at Kuro that way; so it was a wonder Kuro only hated him this much.
He was a smug tight ass bastard who thought himself better than the rest of them, and he did all this without ever speaking a word about it. It was the way he held himself, and the way he stood, and the way he glared at them whenever they entered or left the room. He never smiled; and he always kept his black hair too short. Why any of them agreed to put up with him is beyond me!
Yet…there she sits in the chair across from them; Kuro and him sitting on the couch against the far wall next to the television; watching him closely as he speaks. I know what his accent is doing to her, it’s blinding her. She has no idea how much he really hates her, how he would snap her neck in two if she ever ‘stepped out of line’. What in the hell was that supposed to mean anyway? And why was he here if he was one of the ‘bad guys’.
All of us, Kuro, Chris, and I were determined to protect her from guys like him; but there he sat, listening to our arguments and jokes as if he were one of us. Yes…I hated him far more than I despised Kuro and only because he could have her any moment he wished and she wouldn’t argue; and then he’d kill her afterwards.
I also knew that he could feel me glaring at him from my chair in the hall way, I had gotten into a fight with Kuro about allowing him here and therefore I was going to be stubborn and sit right here in the hall way away from them. I pushed my eyes from him to Flick for a moment, just to see her staring right back at him and quickly forced myself from the chair and into the kitchen to find Chris.
Chris stood there in the kitchen watching the microwave as the milk boiled inside of it. He didn’t notice me come in, and I pulled a chair up to the kitchen table to sit and watch him watch the milk. It was all rather boring, but it was better than watching the love of my life drool over a man who wanted her dead.
“You’re too hard on him…” Chris muttered softly, careful not to let any of the other three in the living room hear our conversation. I hated Chris and his odd ability to perceive things; either that or I was bloody transparent.
I screamed at myself mentally as that thought crossed my mind; ‘Bloody transparent’ bloody was his damned word and here I was picking it up. I slammed my head against the table a few times before Chris pulled up a chair next to me and sat down; looking at me with an odd look of amusement plastered in his eyes.
“You’re the only one who can’t stand the guy, you have to admit he isn’t that bad…he did train us all and leave whatever he had before behind him to stay here.” Chris’s voice was softer now, and almost pleading; like he hated to see me his best friend beat myself up over this.
“It’s not…it isn’t that…watch her face when he speaks”. I spoke back to him quietly, still amazed at my adult voice. It was shocking to hear myself speak because I still saw myself as a child; at least with Kuro, Flick, and him around. I wasn’t going to honor him with a name.
I watched as Chris leaned to the side to watch into the living room; then I listened to his horrid accented voice; and then leaned back towards me and nodded some.
“She looks down right absorbed in it; I don’t even think she knows how openly he abhors her.” He nodded towards me, and I wacked my head on the table again. So I wasn’t the only one who noticed it, I wanted to scream but it just came out as a muffled cry.
Chris laughed at my obvious black cloud of despair and stood up just as the microwave beeped. The milk was ready, and soon we’d be serving ‘Him’ hot chocolate in my home. Here, in MY apartment we were serving HIM MY hot chocolate while starting at MY girl. Well, okay…she didn’t ‘know’ she was mine but I still wanted to cry.
I watched them, still pouting to myself at the kitchen table, as they sipped at the hot chocolate from my coffee mugs. Cross paid no attention to anyone; least of all Flick, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. This made my blood boil and I pushed myself up in the chair; hard enough to where I almost fell backwards from it. Kuro beat me to my ‘break-them-up’ speech. I watched him stand, frozen in spot where I was. I would never get over just how beautiful he really was.
“Christmas is coming up; do any of us know what we are doing yet?” His voice was beautiful and soft, and I saw Flick’s full attention instantly snap up to him; her caught her gaze and smiled gentle back at her. I saw the jealousy in his body for a moment, and was surprised that I had. I didn’t know he could get jealous.
Chris was the first one to respond, his voice carefully guarded, “I have to spend time with my family, we are all going up to Colorado to ski.” He shrugged some; and I know how badly he’d been waiting for the ski trip, it was all he could talk about around me.
“I have to spend Christmas morning with Alice and her family; for appearance sake, before and after that I’m free for the rest of…well till the next holiday I guess.” Flick was talking next, and once again I was reminded of the fact she was crashing with Kuro and ‘Him’ while her adopted mother and new ‘step-dad’ were getting settled in their new home.
Kuro turned to me now, obviously everyone knew ‘He’ would be stuck here for the holidays and had no plans of going anywhere else. “What about you Eric?”
I muttered to myself for a moment before forcing myself into the living room; having to force myself to not glare at Cross, who sat there on my couch staring blankly up at me. “This is my apartment, what do you think?” My words were harsher than I meant them to be, but no one else seemed to notice; they just all nodded as if it was no big deal.
I had turned 17 this year, and legally had been old enough to move out so after my mother had started drinking again I took my chance and run. Kuro had helped me pick out this tiny one room apartment in the same complex as his and Cross’s and now they were helping me keep up with rent. So honestly I couldn’t complain about the fact they were here…it was sort of half theirs as well.
My mother had always been an alcoholic, but it wasn’t until last year did things really go bad. My father left us, let me with her, and she instantly began to take it out on me. I showed up one day at school with a bruise on my face and Flick convinced me to move out on my 17 birthday, which was just a week later. Kuro got the money together to help me, and they got me an apartment. This was where I was now.
I honestly didn’t mind my mother’s drinking, we have never been close enough for it to bother me in the first place; it was the fact that while I was here, Flick was in the home of those two…alone, without me.
Christmas came swiftly enough with no noticeable problems, Flick spent most of her time with Kuro and Cross at their home. It was on Christmas that I got a disturbing call from none other than ‘him’.
The phone rang four times before I managed to control my gag reflex and answer it with a straight enough voice.
“Hello, this is Eric.” I tried to keep my voice high and happy, but he shot it down easily enough.
“I know that’s you, you prat…” His voice was heavy with the accent today and darker than usually, and it instantly put me in a sour mood yet again.
“What do you want?” My voice was hard, and I smiled wildly to myself as it slipped from my lips sounding exactly how I wished it to. He didn’t notice.
“Flick has gone back to her home, Kuro doesn’t like it.” He spoke quickly and harshly, his words banging against my mind and making me want to scream back at him. Then the line went dead and I let out a scream of frustration before pulling on my coat to head out to Flick’s house. If Kuro had a bad feeling about it; then something was going to happen.
I had met her back in the second grade, she was a year younger than me at only 6 and yet right away I knew she was perfect. She was the essence of perfect. It took me two years to get her to finally speak to me, and the moment she did I could never have enough, and now while I love her from afar she sleeps in the same home as a guy who loves her almost as much as myself and a guy she knows she secretly desires.
I ran for the door faster than usually, Cross’s voice numbing my brain. Why would he call if it was Kuro’s worry? Unless something bad was already happening… I pushed myself from the front door and nearly fell into the walkway. I ignored the railing and the ‘stay of grass’ signs and pushed my body over it, forgetting for a moment how tall I had gotten and smacking my head on the walkway above me; I ignored the pain and ran for my car.
I could feel it now, something was wrong.
I drove my car faster than I ever have before, and I was surprised when I rushed over the bridge over the lake right before her house and didn’t skid out. I glanced down once at my speedometer to see it flicking past 90 and hit the gas harder. As I pulled around the corner towards her step-dad’s large lake house I could see that Kuro and Cross’s cars were already there. I didn’t even attempt to make it into the driveway and stopped the car without coming to a full stop and pushed myself from the driver’s side, letting it skid to a stop without me, it stopped without much trouble. I took off towards the house and heard a male voice screaming, and then a gunshot.
I wanted her to love me. I needed her to love me. My being would survive if she didn’t love me back, if I found out that she never loved me back…or even worse…that she didn’t love me quiet that way. I wanted to scream at the thought.
I broke through the front door and stepped into a scene straight from hell. All over the walls were different splats of blood, and the smell of gun powder was strong, somewhere in one of the back bedrooms a male was yelling; there was another gunshot, a large gun of some type, and then the sound of wood breaking, he must have shot it straight up into the ceiling.
Please love me.
High School – Year Two
Christmas – Eric
I could hear them in the living room muttering together. I hated both of their voices; both of them equally perfect and disgusting. One was the angelic voice you’d imagine yourself hearing on your death bed, that voice belonged to that nasty Kuro. The other one was the demonic voice you’d imagine yourself hearing at the steps of hell; with that strong accent, the demon who tried to lure you in with his promises of everything you could desire. How could one resist? How could she resist? And why was I so madly in loathing of ‘both’ of them; at least the accented one couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her.
No, it was because of the way her face blushed and her eyes locked onto his body when he spoke; that’s why I hate him. She never looked at ‘me’ that way, nor did she ever look at Kuro that way; so it was a wonder Kuro only hated him this much.
He was a smug tight ass bastard who thought himself better than the rest of them, and he did all this without ever speaking a word about it. It was the way he held himself, and the way he stood, and the way he glared at them whenever they entered or left the room. He never smiled; and he always kept his black hair too short. Why any of them agreed to put up with him is beyond me!
Yet…there she sits in the chair across from them; Kuro and him sitting on the couch against the far wall next to the television; watching him closely as he speaks. I know what his accent is doing to her, it’s blinding her. She has no idea how much he really hates her, how he would snap her neck in two if she ever ‘stepped out of line’. What in the hell was that supposed to mean anyway? And why was he here if he was one of the ‘bad guys’.
All of us, Kuro, Chris, and I were determined to protect her from guys like him; but there he sat, listening to our arguments and jokes as if he were one of us. Yes…I hated him far more than I despised Kuro and only because he could have her any moment he wished and she wouldn’t argue; and then he’d kill her afterwards.
I also knew that he could feel me glaring at him from my chair in the hall way, I had gotten into a fight with Kuro about allowing him here and therefore I was going to be stubborn and sit right here in the hall way away from them. I pushed my eyes from him to Flick for a moment, just to see her staring right back at him and quickly forced myself from the chair and into the kitchen to find Chris.
Chris stood there in the kitchen watching the microwave as the milk boiled inside of it. He didn’t notice me come in, and I pulled a chair up to the kitchen table to sit and watch him watch the milk. It was all rather boring, but it was better than watching the love of my life drool over a man who wanted her dead.
“You’re too hard on him…” Chris muttered softly, careful not to let any of the other three in the living room hear our conversation. I hated Chris and his odd ability to perceive things; either that or I was bloody transparent.
I screamed at myself mentally as that thought crossed my mind; ‘Bloody transparent’ bloody was his damned word and here I was picking it up. I slammed my head against the table a few times before Chris pulled up a chair next to me and sat down; looking at me with an odd look of amusement plastered in his eyes.
“You’re the only one who can’t stand the guy, you have to admit he isn’t that bad…he did train us all and leave whatever he had before behind him to stay here.” Chris’s voice was softer now, and almost pleading; like he hated to see me his best friend beat myself up over this.
“It’s not…it isn’t that…watch her face when he speaks”. I spoke back to him quietly, still amazed at my adult voice. It was shocking to hear myself speak because I still saw myself as a child; at least with Kuro, Flick, and him around. I wasn’t going to honor him with a name.
I watched as Chris leaned to the side to watch into the living room; then I listened to his horrid accented voice; and then leaned back towards me and nodded some.
“She looks down right absorbed in it; I don’t even think she knows how openly he abhors her.” He nodded towards me, and I wacked my head on the table again. So I wasn’t the only one who noticed it, I wanted to scream but it just came out as a muffled cry.
Chris laughed at my obvious black cloud of despair and stood up just as the microwave beeped. The milk was ready, and soon we’d be serving ‘Him’ hot chocolate in my home. Here, in MY apartment we were serving HIM MY hot chocolate while starting at MY girl. Well, okay…she didn’t ‘know’ she was mine but I still wanted to cry.
I watched them, still pouting to myself at the kitchen table, as they sipped at the hot chocolate from my coffee mugs. Cross paid no attention to anyone; least of all Flick, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. This made my blood boil and I pushed myself up in the chair; hard enough to where I almost fell backwards from it. Kuro beat me to my ‘break-them-up’ speech. I watched him stand, frozen in spot where I was. I would never get over just how beautiful he really was.
“Christmas is coming up; do any of us know what we are doing yet?” His voice was beautiful and soft, and I saw Flick’s full attention instantly snap up to him; her caught her gaze and smiled gentle back at her. I saw the jealousy in his body for a moment, and was surprised that I had. I didn’t know he could get jealous.
Chris was the first one to respond, his voice carefully guarded, “I have to spend time with my family, we are all going up to Colorado to ski.” He shrugged some; and I know how badly he’d been waiting for the ski trip, it was all he could talk about around me.
“I have to spend Christmas morning with Alice and her family; for appearance sake, before and after that I’m free for the rest of…well till the next holiday I guess.” Flick was talking next, and once again I was reminded of the fact she was crashing with Kuro and ‘Him’ while her adopted mother and new ‘step-dad’ were getting settled in their new home.
Kuro turned to me now, obviously everyone knew ‘He’ would be stuck here for the holidays and had no plans of going anywhere else. “What about you Eric?”
I muttered to myself for a moment before forcing myself into the living room; having to force myself to not glare at Cross, who sat there on my couch staring blankly up at me. “This is my apartment, what do you think?” My words were harsher than I meant them to be, but no one else seemed to notice; they just all nodded as if it was no big deal.
I had turned 17 this year, and legally had been old enough to move out so after my mother had started drinking again I took my chance and run. Kuro had helped me pick out this tiny one room apartment in the same complex as his and Cross’s and now they were helping me keep up with rent. So honestly I couldn’t complain about the fact they were here…it was sort of half theirs as well.
My mother had always been an alcoholic, but it wasn’t until last year did things really go bad. My father left us, let me with her, and she instantly began to take it out on me. I showed up one day at school with a bruise on my face and Flick convinced me to move out on my 17 birthday, which was just a week later. Kuro got the money together to help me, and they got me an apartment. This was where I was now.
I honestly didn’t mind my mother’s drinking, we have never been close enough for it to bother me in the first place; it was the fact that while I was here, Flick was in the home of those two…alone, without me.
Christmas came swiftly enough with no noticeable problems, Flick spent most of her time with Kuro and Cross at their home. It was on Christmas that I got a disturbing call from none other than ‘him’.
The phone rang four times before I managed to control my gag reflex and answer it with a straight enough voice.
“Hello, this is Eric.” I tried to keep my voice high and happy, but he shot it down easily enough.
“I know that’s you, you prat…” His voice was heavy with the accent today and darker than usually, and it instantly put me in a sour mood yet again.
“What do you want?” My voice was hard, and I smiled wildly to myself as it slipped from my lips sounding exactly how I wished it to. He didn’t notice.
“Flick has gone back to her home, Kuro doesn’t like it.” He spoke quickly and harshly, his words banging against my mind and making me want to scream back at him. Then the line went dead and I let out a scream of frustration before pulling on my coat to head out to Flick’s house. If Kuro had a bad feeling about it; then something was going to happen.
I had met her back in the second grade, she was a year younger than me at only 6 and yet right away I knew she was perfect. She was the essence of perfect. It took me two years to get her to finally speak to me, and the moment she did I could never have enough, and now while I love her from afar she sleeps in the same home as a guy who loves her almost as much as myself and a guy she knows she secretly desires.
I ran for the door faster than usually, Cross’s voice numbing my brain. Why would he call if it was Kuro’s worry? Unless something bad was already happening… I pushed myself from the front door and nearly fell into the walkway. I ignored the railing and the ‘stay of grass’ signs and pushed my body over it, forgetting for a moment how tall I had gotten and smacking my head on the walkway above me; I ignored the pain and ran for my car.
I could feel it now, something was wrong.
I drove my car faster than I ever have before, and I was surprised when I rushed over the bridge over the lake right before her house and didn’t skid out. I glanced down once at my speedometer to see it flicking past 90 and hit the gas harder. As I pulled around the corner towards her step-dad’s large lake house I could see that Kuro and Cross’s cars were already there. I didn’t even attempt to make it into the driveway and stopped the car without coming to a full stop and pushed myself from the driver’s side, letting it skid to a stop without me, it stopped without much trouble. I took off towards the house and heard a male voice screaming, and then a gunshot.
I wanted her to love me. I needed her to love me. My being would survive if she didn’t love me back, if I found out that she never loved me back…or even worse…that she didn’t love me quiet that way. I wanted to scream at the thought.
I broke through the front door and stepped into a scene straight from hell. All over the walls were different splats of blood, and the smell of gun powder was strong, somewhere in one of the back bedrooms a male was yelling; there was another gunshot, a large gun of some type, and then the sound of wood breaking, he must have shot it straight up into the ceiling.
Please love me.
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