A Divine Rose 1/5

[Ashlynn Black]

Blah. I've decided to be nice and give you guys the first five chapters. There are 13 in each book, but it's a book series, and there are 4 books. xD Anyway, go nuts and read! Dont forget to post your oppinion; I wont bite.
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Chapter One:
The Unforgettable

November 1, 2002
6:42 pm

As hard as I tried, I could never forget that day. Every night for the passed six years, I dreamt about it, and woke up in a cold sweat. I couldn?t help but think that I could have stopped that thing, and I could have saved Michael. I could have let him live. Instead, I just stood there and watched. I watched and took note of every aspect, and those same details take over my thoughts, every minute of every hour of every day.

As if my life wasn?t bad enough.

After my father?s funeral, I was sent to live with my mother and Jenna again. Me being fifteen, and Jenna being nineteen, nothing really changed between us. My mother was a rioting drunk, thrashing Jenna every night she comes home from the bar. I think I made Christine more stressed since I moved back here, even though all she treats me as is a servant. ?Bring me the vodka? or ?Throw me a beer!? is all I get from her when she?s home.

Jenna, though, has made herself distant from everyone. She seems to think low of herself, and spite some of her minor bruises; she still is more beautiful than ever. Her hair grew even longer, but it?s always pulled back in a beautifully crafted braid. It was still the same shade of amber, and still silky and seemed to get attention quickly.

She had a boyfriend, too. His name is Chris Miller. They seem to be pretty serious, but Jenna and Chris hardly see each other anymore now; Christine doesn?t want him around. He?s a nice guy, attractive too. He seems to be kind to her and could possibly love her; I?d be happy if Jenna could find someone to make her truly happy. Not like Christine and Daddy, though.

I?ve been excelling really well in school, but my mom doesn?t really care. She still believes that I wont go anywhere. I?ve tried so hard to make her recognize me as a normal human being, but she never has the time anymore. She?s too caught up in work and drinking. I?ve always made A's and B's in my classes, and my English teacher says I have an above-average vocabulary. I was proud, too.

My mother always told me the world was filled with bad people, although my dad said there are some good people, too. So, to be safe, I lock myself in my room in my spare time; hiding myself from the world. I?ve been hurt too many times, and I?m afraid to make friends. I mean, I?ve tried, but the people that called me their friends only ended up hurting me, or taking something of mine. I don?t have many friends, just acquaintances in school, so I never am out with anyone. It?s fine by me, though. It doesn?t bother me at all. It gives me more time to have ?me? time. Just learn more things about myself.

I?ve learned that I have a really good singing voice; I always find myself singing rock songs while I poke around in my room. I?ve gotten very partial to punk rock music; Avril Lavinge, Evanescence, Good Charlotte, and Linkin Park are all my favorite bands. I really cant live without them; they inspire me.

I actually found a way to get rid of all my pain and stress at home. I write. One day, after Jenna came home in a riot, I walked over and opened my notebook; and just started pouring out emotions. Since then, I?ve been lessening the pain increasingly. I write a lot now, and I?ve shown some of my poems to my teachers and have read some to Chris, and they all think that they are fantastic. My teacher, Mrs. Robinson, said that all of my writing is good enough to be published.

I guess that writing is my way of letting go; my secret paradise. A good rock CD, a notebook, a pencil, and a locked door are all I need to relax. I?ve been through a lot, as you know, and I really do believe that if I didn?t discover it, I would have probably went crazy long ago. I just needed to find a way to diminish my boredom, and find a way to express myself. It took a few months, but I found it. My dream is to become an author, to share my writing with other people; so they can enjoy it too.

I?ve been keeping a journal of my writing, and what I do during the day; my thoughts sometimes, too. I?ve tried hiding it from Jenna and Christine so they wont take it away. I hide it under my mattress and take it out every night before bed to write what all happened.


?Ashlynn!? Christine called from the kitchen, ?Get in here now, and clean this up!?
I sighed and put down my pen on my notebook, then hopped off my bed. I walked over to the door and opened it, rushing out of the door, ?What is it?? I asked in an exasperated tone.
?This damn paper mess!? she cursed, ?Pick it off of my table, or I?ll burn it!?
I rushed over to the kitchen table and picked up a few pieces of paper; poems that I was writing from earlier when my sister left with Chris. I stacked them up neatly then held them to my chest, protecting them.
?What do you do all locked up in your room?? my mother nagged, plopping down on the living room couch, ?You too stupid enough to get friends??
I closed my eyes, and grit my teeth, ? No, mother,? I said with my teeth clamped together, ?School is out. It?s summer.? I said to her, walking over to the couch near her.
?Exactly!? She said, ?All you do is read and day dream all day.? She said coldly, ?Nothing but unreachable dreams are floating around in your empty head!? she nagged, ?Why don?t you make yourself useful and get a job?? She said.
?I?m too young, mom?? I said quietly, her words burning into my memory. She never saw me good enough in her eyes. I hated that.
?Sure,? She said with mockery, ?I was out doing jobs when I was ten years old,? She explained, ?Your what? Thirteen? You can get a job baby-sitting, or washing cars or something.? She said to me in a deadpan tone.
?I?m fifteen, mom,? I replied coldly, ?And I don?t need a job right now.? I said, trying to keep the thought of a job out of my mind; I had enough things to worry about.
?Of course you do!? she screamed, ?Why do you hate the world? Is it because your father isn?t in it? Huh?? she questioned hoarsely, passing her intentions of remorse onto me.
I winced, and said nothing. Just stood there, staring in disbelief of her words. How could she have said that with a clear conscious? Not only her, but any person with common sense?
?Oh, I see?? She said, ?Your finding out ways to kill that vampire, right?? she teased, ?Get your head out of the clouds and wake up to reality. Vampires aren?t real. Your father killed himself.?
? I know what I saw!? I screamed, ?I don?t need to listen to your words! You?re just a cold-hearted drunken idiot without common sense!?
?Watch your mouth, young lady,? She said to me, turning her head to actually look at me for once, ?I?m your mother, like it or not.?
?Don?t even call yourself a mother,? I said to her, raising my tone, ?You never do anything but beat us and nag about everything!? I screamed, ?You haven?t even told me once that you?re proud of me, or that you love me!? I shouted louder, throwing my hands to my side, ?You don?t even look at Jenna and I!?
?I don?t need to say those things,? She said with actual happiness in her voice, ?You?ve never don?t a thing to make me proud.?
?Oh, I have.? I replied with a full sarcastic tone, ?You?ve just been too drunk and too blind to notice.?
She looked over at me with resentment and revulsion in her eyes, ?Then open my eyes. Who?s more delirious? A day-dreaming, vampire-hunting teenager, or a hard working mother??
?If you call drinking and selling cigarettes for a living hard-working, then I?d have to say the teenager.? I said to her, ?After all, I don?t like to kill people for a living.? I hissed, ?You seem to enjoy selling death wrapped in paper.?
?Yeah, I do.? She said, looking back over to the television, ?At least I don?t loaf around all day with my mind on childish fantasies.?
?I say that calling yourself a mother is a bigger fantasy than me planning to avenge my father.? I said, and then stormed back off into my room, slamming the door, then locking it behind me.

I turned my back to the door, leaning against it as I buried my face into my hands in anger. I could feel my blood boiling, and my fingertips shaking as I stood there. My mother made me so mad. She didn?t have to bring Daddy into this. She didn?t need to talk about his death. She only does it because she wants to see me mad, because she knows that I cared about him more than anyone. She only talks about it around me to cause more pain and watch me suffer. She enjoys it. And she even dares to call herself a mother.

I don?t care if she thinks I?m a daydreaming teenager. Maybe I am. But that?s only because I know that I can reach those goals, and I know that I can make myself be happy. Making yourself truly happy is never an unreachable dream. No matter how hard it is it get there; I?ll die before I quit giving up. I?ll avenge Michael, and I?ll kill whatever it was that murdered him. I swore to myself I would, and I will.

I slid my shivering hands down from my face and gradually put them down at my sides. I stopped gritting my teeth and opened my eyes, walking softly over to my bed. I felt my legs go numb and felt myself strike my ebony silk comforter, and eventually crawled in the center of my bed in a little ball. I wrapped my arms around my knees and stood up, facing right to my open window.

It was dark out and I could see the stars, and the moon shining beautifully into my room. I could see little silver silhouettes appearing on the floor and on my face from the moonlit reflection, opening my mind into a distant portal. I felt my eyes narrow as I looked out into the distance, into the emptiness of the ebony sky. My eye locked onto a star and I felt my heart skip a beat as I remembered: Ash.



Michael and I were outside in the backyard, lying on top of our trampoline. He awoke me while I was sleeping, and in the middle of the night, he took me to stare at the stars. I was very giggly that night; I think I had too much chocolate for my before-bed snack. In any case, we were outside at maybe three in the morning, staring at all of the stars?

?Look, Ashlynn!? He said happily, pointing up at a star in the sky, ?You see that one??

I nodded, giggling once again.

?That?s part of the Little Dipper. One of the most common constellations.? He explained, ?If you look hard, you can see a small spoon??
I looked up into the sky, my eight year old mind taking over, ?How many stars are there in the sky, Daddy?? I asked, ?My teacher says that there are millions, but I don?t think there are that many. I only see a few hundred right now.?
He chuckled, ?Well your teacher was wrong. He said, ?There aren?t millions of stars.? He said, and then corrected, ?There are trillions?.?
?Wow?? I said in awe, ?That?s a whole lotta stars!? I giggled out, and then searched the sky again.

There was a moment of silence, as we started at the sky in bliss.

I raised a finger to a star that seemed a bright red color, ?What?s that star, Daddy?? I asked him, ?I don?t remember seeing that one before.?
He smiled and looked out at it, ?I don?t think I?ve seen that one before?? He said to me oddly, ?How about we name it, and call it our star??
?We can do that?? I asked him in shock.
He laughed, ?Of course!?
?How about? Ruby?? I asked, recalling the color for a name.
?Nah.? He said with a smile, then turned his head to me, ?I was thinking something else.?
?What were you thinking?? I asked him happily.
?I was thinking something like ?Ash?,? he said, ?It?s part of your name, right? I think it fits the star beautifully.?
?Ash?? I said, as if I were tasting the word on my tongue, ?I like that name.?
?Then Ash it is.? He said with a smile, ?but you know, there?s one more rule to naming a star.?
?What is it, Daddy?? I asked him.
?You have to make a wish. The star will remember it, and will make it come true.? He said with a tooth-baring smile, ?So, make your wish.?
I looked up at the bright red star, and then closed my eyes. In my mind, I made a wish. ?My wish.? I thought, ?My wish is that I?ll find a way to be happy forever.?

Eventually, opened my eyes after my wish.

?Done?? He asked, ?Did you make your wish??
?Yeah?? I said, watching the star in bliss, ?Yeah, I did.?

He then picked me up off the trampoline, and gave me a kiss. After naming the star, and a quick game of tag in the backyard, he piggybacked me back to my room, and tucked me in for the second time. I remember him staying at my side, making sure I didn?t have a nightmare. I remember waking up the next day with him near me, by my bedside.


As I recalled this sweet memory, tears filled my eyes in remembrance of my father. Quickly, though, I wiped them away. The memory wasn?t meant to cause pain, but cause bliss for a short moment. Don?t dream for them to come back, and don?t dream for them to disappear. Most of all, don?t dwell on it. Once you dwell on a memory, you?ll never let it pass, and you?ll be in pain for even longer. Memories are nice, but that?s all they are.

?Ash.? I said to the star, ?Don?t forget about my wish.?

I smiled and then turned my head away from the window, trying to change the thoughts in my mind. Memories of my father and I were rushing back to me quickly, but I just pushed them away. I didn?t want to remember. I didn?t want to hurt any more.

I stretched out and laid my head down onto one of my pillows, listening to the silence that was filling the air. Normally, silence frightened me, but not any longer. I find it peaceful, overpowering, and calming now. I grew to fall in love with silence, for it was much better than the screaming and fighting I?m used to.

I closed my eyes and took a nice, deep breath of fresh air; forgetting the fight between my mom and I. With a smile savored blissfully onto my lips, my mind began to drift off into a sleepless dream. Just as my mom had mentioned earlier; a ?day dream?. It really wasn?t daydreaming; it was more like relaxing in a silent state of mind. It was kind of like meditating.

Normally when I did this, I sat down and recalled dreams and old memories of my father and I, but this time was different. I didn?t think of Michael. All I could seem to keep my mind on, at the moment, was my ninth birthday. That man; the vampire. Every day those cold black eyes came back to haunt me, every morning I awoke in cold sweat. I couldn?t bare this any longer. I had to avenge him soon; I couldn?t just sit here and endure all of this hardship.

I wont let Jenna and Christine in the way of avenging my father. I will kill whatever it was that took my father?s life away from me. I?ll smile as I watch him scream in pain, looking at me with a cowering look sank deep into his ebony pools for eyes. I wont sit here and let him drink away my happiness. Not one more drop of blood was to fall. Tonight was the night. I could feel it.

I sat up and began to put a plan through my mind. It was about eight-o-clock now, and Jenna would be home rather soon. Chris normally dropped her off at our house around eight thirty, because Christine wants her home before she leaves. Christine leaves at about nine to go out and drink at the local bar, so around ten or ten thirty would be a good time for this. Tonight, I?ll run away. I?ll find that leech that stole my happiness.

I put my legs down, dangling off the bed, and then rested my feet onto the floor. I eventually stood up and walked my way to my door, opening it once I reached it. I took a few steps out into the hallway, and then saw my mother facing me. She had a cold glare on her face, and a twisted smile lingering onto her lips. That expression made me stop in my tracks, but I faced her without fear.

?What are you looking at?? She asked gruffly.
? I don?t know,? I replied cleverly, ?That?s what I?m trying to figure out.? I said, and then continued walking down the corridor, my back to her as I smiled happily. Oh, she needed to hear that badly.

I walked passed my living room and into the kitchen, where I saw my self staring face to face with my own, personal angel. ? The refrigerator; every teenager?s best friend. I opened the handle and looked inside, seeing a few soda pop bottles, a twelve pack of beer, and two month old bologna. Shuddering, I reached passed the pile of mold and got a can of cherry cola, and then hoped I?d have better luck with food in the pantry.

I popped open the can and began to sip it slowly, going over to the pantry with sounds of echoing footsteps on the hard wood floors. I placed my hand on the brass handle and opened the white door, looking into a hoard of chips and junk food.

?This is what I?m talking about!? I said to myself with a smile, grabbing wheat thins and a blueberry Pop-Tart, ?Christine sure does suck at being a mother, but at least she knows the food I like.?

I walked over to the small kitchen table gracefully, as if I were floating. Breaking the seem-to-be-a-model walk, I plopped down in the cushiony blue chair, and began to munch on my Pop-Tart. I remembered the sudden taste of blueberries; and began to chew slower and slower. Eventually, it tasted bitter and sour inside my mouth, and I set the rest of it down.

My eyes slowly narrowed in pain as I pushed the rest of my food away from me, and then stood up out of my chair. It made me loose my appetite. I walked away from the kitchen, after taking everything else back and throwing away the Pop-Tart, and walked passed the entryway. Just as I was walking away from the front door, it opened; Jenna. I flinched in pain already at the sound of her voice, and just kept walking.

?Hey, Ashlynn.? I heard Chris say, and then turned around to say hello.
?Hi, Chris.? I replied kindly, smiling a bit. I think he?s the only friend I have.
?Stop flirting with my boyfriend, Ashlynn.? Jenna hissed, and then walked passed me while bumping my shoulder with her intentionally, ?God, you?re so immature.?
Chris followed behind her shortly, feeling bad for me. ?Why are you so mean to her?? Chris asked her quietly, as if he didn?t want me to hear. I then walked into my room and pressed my face against the wall, curious of her reaction.
?Because she always has to have things her way. She?s always annoying me with questions of why we never talk,? Jenna said coldly, ?Why do you care anyway??
Chris hesitated, but then answered, ?But she?s your sister. Your family.?
?It doesn?t matter,? Jenna said absentmindedly; ?She took herself out of our family years ago.?

It felt as if a knife was just stabbed through my stomach.

?Is that true?? Chris asked her, ?Or did you just ignore her, and when she wanted to talk to you, you kicked her out of your so-called family.? He replied, just as coldly.
?Are you taking sides with her?? She said emphatically.
?Yeah.? He said; it made me shocked, ?She?s always so neglected around here. You know it, and you don?t care. It makes me sick!? he said, ?All she wants to do is be friends with you.?
?Well, I don?t want to be friends with her,? she said simply.
I could hear an angered sigh from Chris, ?I?m leaving.? He said, and then I heard him open the door.
?Oh, no your not!? Jenna called after him; I could hear their footsteps in the hallway.
He chuckled, ?You wanna bet?? He replied tamely.
?You?re leaving me here because I don?t get along with Ashlynn?!? She screamed.
?No,? He said, ?I?m leaving now because you don?t get along with anyone.? He opened the door, and walked out.
Stubbornly, Jenna followed. I ran over to my window and looked out, watching and listening to them. ?If you really have an interest with my sister that much, then why don?t you date her?? She hissed, following him out to his car.
?Good idea.? He said, ?She?s better than being with an immature, sister-beating, cold, heartless-?
?Finish that sentence, and we?re over.? She said, watching him get into his car.
?? Your not worth another word.? He said, and then started his car; ?I?ll be back to get my stuff from you later. Until you find the meaning of family, we?re over!?
He drove off, and I laughed. ?Good for him.? I said to myself, walking over to my bed, ?? I?ll miss him, though.? I replied mindlessly, plopping down onto my bed dreamingly, ?He was the only friend I had.?
Suddenly, my door kicked open; a loud noise piercing my ears as it echoed through the house.
?Ashlynn!!? My sister screamed loudly, ?It?s all your fault! You made Chris leave me!!?
I sighed. Here we go again. ?He left on his own free will.? I replied, ?Don?t be blaming your problems on me.?
?Stop trying to get out of this!? She hissed, coming over to me; hovering over my bed like an annoying horsefly. ?You made him a lunatic!?
?How did I make him a lunatic?? I asked her cleverly, ?He ?s the one that has human emotions. He actually feels guilt.?
I felt a fist strike me against the jaw; and I winced, ?Don?t talk to me like that, Ashlynn! Don?t make me more upset!?
?Someone needs to go back to the padded room...? I whispered, and then rolled off my bed and then stood onto the floor, ?Have you had your shots lately?!? I screamed, feeling my blood boil.

I was going to stand up to her. If she hits me again, I?ll snap. I feel it.

Jenna couldn?t stand it when I talked to her like that, which is precisely why I did it. To try and get her worked up, and be blinded by adrenaline. As much as I loved her as my sister, I hated her when she acted this way against me. If one of my closest friends, or family, turn against me... the only person I want to protect is myself. Even if it meant I had to strike back.

She watched me closely as I stood in front of her about four feet away. ? Don?t talk to me that way,? She snapped, ?Like it or not, we?re family.?
?Isn?t that what Chris was saying five minutes ago, when you were too stubborn to listen?? I replied sharply.
She flew forward towards me, and punched me in the stomach. I felt it knock the wind out of me, but I pushed her back so I would be able to breathe again.
?Don?t? hit me.? I growled, ?Your pushed me passed the point of pissed off.?
?Oh, really?? Jenna said cleverly, ?Is there a level beyond that??
?Try me.? I said.

She lifted her leg, aiming to kick me in the neck, but I grabbed her ankle just before she could. I held it in my hand happily, and watched as her face went from a smile to a scream. I twisted her foot towards the ground, and laughed as I watched her fall. I then kicked her in the face, hearing her scream in pain as I watched blood trickle down from her lips. I watched her flinch as I outstretched my hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her face closer to mine roughly.

?Fifteen years I?ve been suffering from your fists, Christine?s tongue, and father?s death.? I said quietly, ?I wont take it anymore.?

I threw her head back and saw it hit the carpet, and stepped a few paces back, to look at her with complacency. She was holding onto her ankle in pain, not able to make a sound. Her mouth was bloody where I kicked her, and I hoped that I knocked a few of her perfect teeth out. Her hair was ratted up badly where I had jerked it. I couldn?t help but smile. She had put me so much, and this wasn?t even part of the pain she put me through.

I watched in surprise as she stood up on one foot, and then tried to swing at me. I stepped back quickly in loss of balance, and felt myself hit the windowsill of my closed window. I smiled. As persistent as she was, she kept swinging at me with her fists. Faster and faster, they began to aim their way at me, and I stepped toward her, and ducked under.

I felt a fist strike my back hard, but didn?t show the pain that rang throughout my body. I just stood up facing her, and glared her daggers. This froze her fists and actually gave her a chance to look at me; which is what I wanted. I took another step closer to her, and rested my palms calmly onto her shoulder.

?I?ll never forgive you.? I whispered to her, and then held her in an embrace for a few seconds.
?Let go of me, you idiot!? She screamed.
I smiled, and then looked at her, ?If you insist.?

I flew her around me and watched as her head crashed into the glass of my closed window, making a terribly loud noise. I saw shards fly everywhere, a few flying towards me and making clean cuts on my arm. I watched my sister fly out of the window and onto the ground. It didn?t kill her, being that we don?t live in a two-story building, but it was enough to scare the hell out of her. It?s what I wanted from her. To realize.

She didn?t move for a while, and I saw that she was laying flat on the shards of the window. It looked as if she were lying on a blanket of chattered crystal, sleeping soundly. I didn?t realize it, but I had been laughing. I finally felt what I?ve been linger to touch on for about thirteen years. Revenge.

Finally, she moved from the ground and stood; a few pieces of glass stuck in her arms and shoulders. She turned around to face me, and I saw that there were tears falling down her cheeks; tears of pain. I looked at her and showed no emotion, nothing but silence was shown. I listened closely as she walked away from me, and to the front door. I chuckled.

Was she truly that afraid to walk back through my window?

I walked over to my bed in happiness, proud that I had finally stood up to her. She was afraid of me now, and I prayed that she wouldn?t think of striking me again. I sat down on my bed and saw the glass remains in parts of my right arm, and thought it best to remove them. I took my left hand and began to take the one, maybe two, inch glass from my arm. Blood began to seep out of my wrists and forearm after I removed it, abhorrent scars soon to appear.

?Get out? of my house.? Christine said, barging into my room, ?I?ve had enough of you.?
?Christine?? I walked over to her, and looked her in the face; ?I?ve been waiting to hear those words for years now.?
?You-you?ve been tormenting us for years,? she continued, ?You take everything out on Jenna and I, just because your father killed him-?
?I know what I saw, Dear mother.? I replied in a dismal tone.
?Shut up!? She screamed, ?Just? leave! Leave us in peace!?
?No peace will halter in this place.? I hissed, grabbing my journal, ?Your precious alcohol and drugs is what causes this family to fall apart.? I turned to her, looking at her with sad eyes, ?That?s why you broke this family.? I replied, ?Daddy tried to get to stop all of it; the drinking and blindness. He tried to help you; to make you better. Nevertheless, you didn?t listen. You let addiction ruin not only your life, but all of ours.? I replied clearly, ?Don?t you see?? I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her in a short embrace, and then pulled back and looked at her, ?I tried to help you, too.?

Nothing but silence rang through the air as I walked passed her, holding nothing but my journal and pen. I looked in Jenna?s room as I walked by, and saw her taking out the glass as well. I turned my head and just kept walking, smiling contentedly. All of this was over. I?m leaving. I?m starting a new life.

I opened the front door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind me. I couldn?t help but smile as I let my eyes descend to the sky; looking at my star. In my mind, I pictured my father smiling. As I took steps farther from the house, I could hear my sister screaming at my mother. I shook my head and turned around, looking back at the house as I lingered in the deserted streets. My eyes looked at the house dreamily, and then I realized. It was all over.

?Goodbye, Jenna?? I whispered, ?I hope you and Chris work things out.?

I turned back around and kept walking along the road. I started singing to myself the song my father and I always sang together: Heaven Can Wait. Tears streaked down the path on my face, as I kept walking on, proud of what I had finally accomplished. By the chorus of the song, I was throwing my hands in the air, trotting down the road.

I winced as I saw headlights peer over the hill; a familiar silver car. I stopped in my tracks as I recognized the car; Chris?s. I pictured him stopping to greet me, but then I realized that he probably wouldn?t see me out here. I was wearing black, not some orange shirt that said ?Hey! Come off the road and look at me!?. I waited for it to become visible, and soon enough it stopped near me. I giggled to myself, knowing that odd feeling.

A window rolled down, and I saw his head perk out of the car. ?Ashlynn?? He asked me, ?Is that you??
I nodded, ?Yeah?? I said slowly, ?It?s me.?
?What the heck are you doing out here?? He said worriedly.
?Leaving.? I said, and then walked closer to his car, ?I?m outta there for good.?
?Leaving?!? He asked, ?You cant, you have no place else to go!? He looked worried, and motioned for me to come over to the window, ?Come on. I?m taking you home.?
?No.? I said firmly, ?I?m not going back there.? I said, ?I?ll find some place else. I know it.? I sighed and looked down at my feet, ?Plus... I?ve wanted to leave for years. Christine finally kicked me out.?
He smiled, ?Good for you.? He said, ?You deserve so much better.? He stuck his arm out of the window and smiled, ?That place never suited you.?
?It never suited you, either.? I replied, resting my hand on his arm kindly, ?But Jenna really seems to love you.?
His eyes widened and then narrowed in sadness, ?You think so?? He asked me, ?I know you don?t talk to her, so-?
?Trust me.? I interrupted respectfully, ?She loves you.? I replied, and then listened into the silence that fell afterwards. I decided to say what I?ve always wanted to say to him. I decided to actually help my sister. ?Chris??
He looked over at me, paying full attention.
?Not only does she love you?? I said, ?But she needs you. Its so hard living there, Chris.? I said, feeling tears weld in my eyes, ?I now that my sister and I never got along, but she needs someone to be with. She needs someone to tell her that they care,? I said sadly, feeling tears fall down my face, ?She?s never had that luxury. She and I were always fighting, and Christine beats her as she does me.? I replied, wiping my tears from my eyes, ?I need you to make her happy?. I don?t want her to turn into my mother. I know she?s a good person deep inside, but she needs someone to open up that side of her. Only you can, Chris?? I said to him, looking down, ?She loves you, and she just lost you. To her, now there is no reason to live. I know Jenna. If you don?t heal things up with her, she?ll grow into a hateful person.? I said, ?And I know you love her, too.? I said kindly, moving my gaze over to his eyes, ?So don?t make a mistake.?
Surprisingly, he opened up the car door and stepped outside. He looked down at me with happiness in his emerald eyes; disbelief on his face. ?For such a young girl,? He began, ?You are so mature. You?ve been through so much, to the point to where I cant even imagine.? He said with a smile, ?Thank you.?
I nodded, ?No big.? I replied to him, and then was surprised when he wrapped his arms around me, ?I?ll miss you. You were the only friend that I was able to have since my father was killed.?
?I?ll miss you, too.? He said happily, backing away as he looked at me, ?You look me up, alright?? he smiled a friendly smile, ?And don?t you forget, either.?
I nodded. ?I wont forget. I promise.?
He smiled at me, giving me a glance through his long, thin hair, ?If you ever need help with that idiot that killed your dad. Just call me. I?ll help you out.? He said oddly, ?Vampire or not, any guy who screws with you, screws with me.? He teased.
I laughed a bit and watched him in silence and he got back into his silver sports car. I felt a bit bad for watching him leave, but I was too happy to care.
He sat there in the car and stared at the steering wheel, a zoned look on his face. Slowly, a smile was seen creeping across his face. ?Get in the car.?
I cocked my head to the side, ?Why??
?I?ll take you wherever you want to go.? He said.
Before I knew it, I was in the car. I strapped the seatbelt on, and then looked over at him, ?My dad?s symmetry.?
He said nothing. Just drove.

[The Elelmental Paladin]

Wow. All the emotions. I love that she finally stood up to her sister and she chucked her out the window, that was awsome!

?My dad?s symmetry.?

Is this sopuse to be cemmentary

[Ashlynn Black]

-_-" Damn auto correct.

Unfortunately, yes. It was. xD

[The Elelmental Paladin]

I'm a great beta, But some how I almost always fall asleep in english class. :-? oh well.

[Ashlynn Black]

Keh. English is my favorite class. I write it well than I type it though. Sadly, my fingers are dumb with speed, and my documents beta and spell checks suck. [Along with the Auto Correct shit, too.]

[The Elelmental Paladin]

what's auto correct that thing in Word that fixes your i too I?

[Ashlynn Black]

It also changes most mispelled words and changes them, thinking their something else. -.-''

[The Elelmental Paladin]

Well O's for I's is probably a typing error.

[Ashlynn Black]

-.-" Mayyybe...

[The Elelmental Paladin]

Suuuuuuuuuuure.

Ashice's Mom: did you take you medicene today?

Ashice: *shifty eyes* maaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyybe.

Ashice's Mom: -__-# Go do it right now.

Ashice: Ooookay. I'll do it tommorow.