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was directed only at me. Sometimes when she got angry she would explode towards anybody who was on her way, which meant this was a good sign and then not good at the same time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 13;

 

 

Dinner wasn’t all that bad even though Ashley kept the conversation casual talking about her day to make sure that mom didn’t sense something was going on between us. She was determined to avoid talking to me at all cost, and that included to make sure that mom wasn’t going to get involved. So that she wouldn’t try to make us work things out.

I was in my room, lying on my bed after dinner was over wondering about what I was going to do about my situation with Ashley. Actually the answer was clear, she wanted to help and she couldn’t understand what changed over these past few days. Before I used to tell her everything about my misery, but now she had to pry information out of me; so she got angry over it and worse I’d become more secretive. Even with the fact that I knew that she would just know it anyway.

She thought that I was taking her for a fool while I was far from that. I wanted her safe, I wanted her free from the madness of my life. And I knew exactly what she would’ve told me if I’d told her this: she would say, ‘she doesn’t care, she is my sister and it is her duty to help me. What good will her own life be if mine was in ruin?’ and I didn’t want that. I would never accept that. Just because my life was a ruin it didn’t mean hers was supposed to be the same.

Somewhere in brothers codes of honor I was sure there was one saying that brothers keep their siblings safe, so that was exactly what I was going to do. Even if it was going to mess my relationship with her.

While I was still thinking about that, somebody came into my room and I thought it must be mom, since Ashley wasn’t talking to me and all. But to my surprise it was her standing at the door post. I didn’t know if I was supposed to say something or not. But I didn’t have time to think about what I was supposed to do because she left seconds later and closed the door behind her. I sighed loudly because I finally realized how huge my job had turn out to be.

Things were getting serious; seeing Ashley like that meant it was no joke anymore. She was not going to talk to me until I admit to her that I’d been keeping something from her. She could be demanding sometimes. But I didn’t want to, things could spiral out of control any second and I didn’t want her to be in the middle of it. I already lost too many people I cared about, I didn’t want to lose my little sister as well.

As much as I wanted to figure out what I was going to do with Ashley I couldn’t, sleep took over and I was lost in a deep slumber. First few hours were fine until I started to dream my usual nightmares. My dead girlfriends coming to me and shouting at me that it was all my fault they died. They told me that I had no right to live. I deserved to die, I was supposed to die just like the way they did.

There was nothing I wished more than that; I wished I could’ve died instead so that nobody could suffer because of me anymore. If that thing, the one that killed everybody could take me instead, it could’ve saved me a lot of pain and everybody around me. They kept accusing and their voices were rising and became like they were yelling at me saying I deserved to die. And suddenly I found myself saying the same words. What I didn’t know is that I was saying them out loud until I was awaken with someone.

“Wake up, Steven.” I heard a tender voice calling in a vague echo, “nobody deserves to die, especially you.” Then it hit me and I realized I wasn’t just speaking in my dream, I was actually saying them aloud.

Quickly I opened my eyes and there was bright light in the room, which meant it was already pretty late in the morning. Thankfully it was weekend and would explain why my alarm didn’t go off. My vision was a little blurred so I couldn’t see who woke me until I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and it was Ashley again. Her being in my room and waking me up, almost made me think she’d gotten over her anger, but her next words proved otherwise.

“Mom told me to wake you up for breakfast.” Then she got up and left. And that proved nothing changed.

I looked at the time and it was already eight thirty and that was thirty minutes since mom left. She never liked us waking up late even on weekends. But it’s not like I chose to, right! I had a nightmare and actually, I thought it was the middle of the night or at least that was what the dream was making me believe.

I got up and went downstairs in my pajamas. I always felt lazy on weekends. I found Ashley siting on the couch reading a book. I didn’t know if it was school stuff or just a novel, but I highly doubt it was something about school. On Saturdays we hardly had time for school stuffs; this Saturday however seemed different, it felt isolated and lonely. It was one of the few days that I enjoyed. I guess it ended being fucked as well.

I went to the kitchen made a toast and a cup of coffee, which I couldn’t have made if mom was around. But I felt like I needed some caffeine in my system. I thought maybe it would help me with all the jumbled emotions inside of me. After, I went to the living room switched on the TV and flipped through channels hoping to find something interesting. There was some TV shows, music channels and some had horror movies, which weren’t really my thing since I already had enough horror in my own life. After forty or fifty minutes I was already pretty bored and Ashley silent treatment wasn’t helping. She was pretty good at pretending that she was too busy with the novel she was reading, that she couldn’t even look at me.

The air seemed to get really heavy in the room and there was a sign that things were going to explode at any second. It was either Ashley thrashing at me demanding for answers or me combust at her for being such a bitch, while she knew very well that she was the only person I relied on. But considering the outcome for both encounters none showed very good results. Because if Ashley asked first I would demand my own answers and as long as I knew Ashley she never worked very well with arguments.

So if I was planning on arguing with her then I needed to find a way to deal with her outrageously out of control temper. And when I say temper I mean devilish one; one that seek for blood. I remember I broke her Barbie toy once when we were kids, because she made me mad by pestering me while I was playing my video game.

I will never forget how terrified I was; she came at me with her eyes turned dark and she was snarling like crazy even for a kid. She almost looked like she was possessed, then she jumped at me and dropped me down from the couch I was sitting and started to shake my shoulders until I felt dizzy.

She might have been eight years only but she was strong enough to make me feel her ripping my shoulders off. By the time mom came I was on the verge of blacking out. And she couldn’t just let go mom had to peel her off me and promise her to buy her another doll. Since then I exclusively avoided making her too angry and she seemed to control herself too. She never got angry with anyone except me, of course. But I think this one was going overboard, she was starting to lose it I could see it in her eyes. And I didn’t want to push her any further and see her humanity switch flipped off. Also this time there would be no mom to save me either.

I switched off the TV and headed to my room, hoping may be some reading could help me as well. I didn’t have that many books, but I had a couple and Twilight saga was my favorite. Who wouldn’t like an epic romance like that anyway, I even imagined myself to get that kind of girl myself. A girl who would love me just like the way Bella loved Edward, up to the point she was willing to give up her own soul for him.

But well, that would remain an epic fantasy after all, since I was cursed to be alone. But my life wasn’t all that bad there were worse out there. Yes, Bella and Edward had their happy ending but others didn’t. Take Romeo and Juliette for example they loved each other only to end up in the grave together. Jack and Rose from Titanic they loved each other only to lose each other after they’ve met.

But worst of all is Prince Khufu and Priestess Chiara the legend of hawk man, they were damned to watch each other die life time after life time for all eternity. What’s worse torture than that? Seeing my first girlfriend and second die once was enough, but waking up again in another body and experience it again, hell no. That’s unacceptable.

Once again I paid attention to Edward and Bella when I reached the part where Edward went to Voltari. What if they killed him before Bella got there, would she have asked to be killed as well? Or maybe Aro would’ve decided to turn her and so that she could live an eternity of misery without Edward by her side. And that would’ve been awful on her side.

Anyways, as much as I wished to have someone to love me like them. It was impossible. It was either to be alone or choose to have blood on my hands every time I fall in love with someone. I even thought maybe it was a disease of some kind but how would I start looking for a cure? Go to some magician and ask for an elixir that would prevent people I love from dying. I was pretty sure there was no such elixir or antidote of that kind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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