I let Megan go to class eventually. Not until well into second period, but I let her go. She had reassured me that she wasn't going to just up and leave me. That this was just temporary. Just until she had dealt with Brian. Which was apparently happening soon.
I had apologized to her for being such an emotional person, but she just smiled. She was happy that I was slowly breaking down my walls. Or at least attempting. To an extent, I felt proud for allowing myself to let her in. But there was still that familiar feeling of fear. It was slowly dissipating, but I still felt it.
Looking around, I didn't feel like going back to class, so I just decided to call up Victor. See if he had any work for me to do. Victors another guy I do work for. Though he's not as big of a perv. Still, he has his moments.
"Yo yo yo?" He answered after a few rings.
"Hey, Vic, it's Skye."
"Ahhhhh, where've you been?" He asked. There was a hustling sound on the other end of the phone, so I guessed he was working.
"Places," I answered curtly. "I was wondering if you had any work for me today?"
"Ah, hells yeah, come on over." He said, before hanging up the phone.
Victors house wasn't so far from the school, so I just plugged my headphones in, and started walking. I liked walking to his house actually, he lived in the country, but it was still bordered by the city, so it was kind of in the middle. It made for quite the scenic route.
There were vibrant green leaved trees. Amongst the midday skyline. Birds of different kinds flying about freely. I had even seen a man once who appeared to be tracking the birds. Come to think about it, I've only ever been to Vic's two or three times throughout the entire time I've known him. Though, I have worked with him countless times.
Finally getting to Vic's house, his aged gruff body engulfed me into a tight memorable hug. "Hey there, short stack. You ready to work?" His eyes wondered over me, presumably suspicious of the back pack I was still carrying.
"Yeah," I assured him. We walked together towards his oversized shed. We pulled out some jackhammers, sledgehammers, and a few other demolishing tools. Vic offered me the jackhammer, but I shrugged it away, grabbing the sledgehammer. I had a feeling that any leftover frustration that was in me, would vanish after a few hours of smashing shit as hard as I could.
"Okay, so, my cousin is coming to live with me in a few months, so I wanted to rebuild the guest house for her. Of course, we'll be starting with breaking down the old guest house." He explained, pointing towards the guest house in question. "Them, once that's all over and done with, we'll start talking about the blueprints for the new one. Sound good?" He asked, scratching his stubble ridden face thoughtfully.
"Sounds great." I said, heading over to the guest house. "Everything's already been cleared out of the house right?" I asked before I took the first swing. He nodded his head. Walking over to the sidewalk that led to the guesthouse. It was a good thing he thought of rebuilding the guesthouse. Not only because it was old, but because the sidewalk was poorly placed the first time.
I laughed to myself, and began swinging the sledgehammer. Hitting at the house, bringing large portions of it down with each blow. I'd bring back my arms, swing, step back as the wall would fall. I'd repeat this routine for another four hours. The sun was burning my back, so I took my shirt off. Leaving me in nothing but a sports bra. Still swinging, my back and arms began to feel tired. I wasn't finished, but I room a break anyways.
I went inside and grabbed an iced water out of the freezer. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I saw I had multiple missed messages. Looking at the time I realized why. It was past six o'clock. It hadn't even felt that I had been working that long.
Grabbing a rag, I wiped my face before dialing Sloan's number.
"Where the hell are you?!" Her shrill, ecstatic voice met my unsuspecting ear after the second ring. "I've been worried sick," her voice rambled on for another five minutes before she finally let me talk.
"I'll be home in an hour." I said, rolling my eyes a bit.
"You should've been here today. There was a lot of shit that went down." Sloan said exasperated. She always loved to gossip. "But I'll let Megan tell you when you get home."
"Ok." I said, hanging up. I wasn't gonna lie, I'm a bit interested to know what happened today. Though in glad I was able to get away.
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Hopping out of Vic's car, I wadded up the driveway. Glancing to the side, I was startled when I saw a figure climbing down out of the tree. Rage fueled through my tired body as I realized it was Brian. Even more so when I saw he had a camera.
"Hey," I called angrily towards him. He jerked a bit, turning towards me. The mere image of him spying on not only Megan, but Sloan too. They were both in the same room.
He tried to brush me off, and walk away. I wasn't having it. I knew I said I wouldn't get involved, but there's a limit. Stalking towards him, I grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him against the tree he was previously held up in, with as much strength as my tired body could muster. Which was still a lot, considering the wince on his face. I stared him dead in the eyes. Making sure he saw the menace, and anger that laid beneath them.
"If you ever, and I mean ever, come near or threaten Megan again, or anywhere near my family, I will personally make it my goal to cause you as much pain as I can muster. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a faint memory." My words were malicious, and I fought the urge to shake with anger.
"You think she cares about you?" His smug face was almost enough to set me off, but I could sense his uneasiness in his voice. "You're nothing but a sick, twisted, dirty excuse of a dyke. If anyone deserves her, it isn't you. You're used goods. Just a toy in her toy box."
His words were enough to shake me, but I didn't care. He needed to learn. Pulling my fist back, I struck him hard in the face. Causing him to slam back even harder into the tree. Before he could react, I slammed my fist into his face repeatedly. Bashing his face in as hard as I could. Eventually, he wasn't strong enough to stand. He was doubled over, on his hands and knees.
"You come near her again, you'll be begging for your life bitch." I seethed. Kicking him twice in the stomach. Flipping over to his back, I stomped once on his face. Out of breath, I backed up slowly. Watching him gurgle on his own blood. Slowly, he wobbled to his feet. His eyes wanders to his fallen camera that lay a few feet away from him. Rethinking it, he just hobbled back away to a car that lay dark up the street.
My hands still shook with anger, as I watched him drive away. I stood there for a few more minutes. Making sure he didn't come back. It was dark by the time I finally went inside. Both Megan's and Sloan's heads snapped over to me. Sloan gasped as her eyes landed on my hand. Looking down I realized why. My hand was bloody and bruised. Not wanting to deal with it right now, I tossed the camera down beside Megan, and trudged up to my room.
Grabbing some clothes, I locked myself into my bathroom. I took out the rubbing alcohol that was beneath the bathroom cabinet, and put my hand over the sink. I sighed, setting the bottle down. I looked up at myself in the mirror. My mind filling with thoughts.
Megan couldn't seriously think that way about me, right?
She couldn't, she said she loved me. She meant it, right?
I wanted to slam my hands down on the counter, but I knew that would only add insult to injury. So I just leaned my back against the wall. Resting my head on it. I tried not to anger myself over this. I had to believe that if Megan truly wasn't happy with me, or if she didn't actually want me, that she would tell me. She was always honest with me.
A slight knock at the door snapped me out if my thoughts.
"Skye......." Megan's soft voice sounded from the other side of the door. I unlocked the door, and allowed her to come in. Her eyes met mine for only a second before I turned them elsewhere. "Give me your hand." She said, picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol. She guided my hand over the sink. I winced as she poured the burning liquid over my hand.
"He was spying on us." She stared simply, gently running a cloth over my still bloodied hand. She kept her voice as calm as she could, but I could se she was just as bothered by it as I was. "You could have gotten hurt."
"You too." I said, watching as she carefully bandaged my hand. K
"I'm serious Skye." She said, tightening her grip on me. "I don't want to think about what could've happened to you. I don't want you getting hurt because of me." Her voice was solemn, and her eyes sad. "I don't want to lose you." She added softly.
I took her hands in mine, running my thumb over her soft skin. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine, and I knew it was because they were brimming with tears. She really was scared of losing me.
"You're not going to lose me." I assured her. Kissing gently on her cheek.
"I almost did." She said, running her hands frustratedly through her hair. I took her hands in mine again, she resisted at first, but I planted my lips on hers. I kissed her slowly at first, but she wasn't having any of it. She kissed me ruthlessly as her hands ran up my sides. "I can't bare the thought of losing you." She whispered, bringing her lips down to my neck.
"You won't." I said. Swiftly switching our positions, so it was her leaning against the sink. I brought her face up to mine, and held it in my hands. Once again, I let my lips press against hers. I never in my life wanted someone as badly as I did Megan. But I knew that now wouldn't be the time.
So we were just together in the bathroom. Having a heated make out session. It was as if nothing else existed. It was just us. Exploring each other, with our clothes on. Until my mother called for dinner. I wasn't hungry, or maybe I was, for something other than food. Undoubtedly, I did let Megan go.
I watched as she left my room.
Sighing, I sat on my bed. Rubbing my fist,mi decided I would wait until later to possibly continue whatever discussion there was to be had.
I want Megan to know how much she means to me.
And to do that, she needs to know everything about me.
Everything.