Chapter 10A Chapter by Casey FrancisWe laid in bed for a long while in nothing but silence as Marcus cuddled me. After a while, my mind started to hum with questions about Marcus. "Alex?" His voice drew me back to reality. "Hmm?" My eyes were closed as I pondered asking him all the questions I so desperately wanted to know. "Can I ask you some questions?" His voice laced with curiosity. "Of course," I said, leaning up to peck him lightly on his soft lips. "How did you and Jen become friends? I mean, you seem to have had so much anger built up towards her. Why would you let someone make you feel that way for so long?" My voice dropped to sad whisper. "I guess I just got lonely. I've never had friends. Jen was the first one to actually approach me. We became friends in eighth grade. She was friends with all the popular people and I was the girl that sat alone at lunch everyday. One day, she just plopped down next to me on the playground and said I looked like I needed a friend. Then she declared us best friends five minutes later. I got along with her quite a bit, but now I don't even know if that was the real her she was showing me when no one else was around. She would drag me into a lot of things and make me feel insecure about not fitting in. She would make me do things I didn't want to do and tell me it was good for me to get out and have some fun for once in my life. "Everything she took me to, I ended up being the girl tucked away in a corner and ignored, even by Jen. When we were around other people I suddenly became unimportant to her. I guess I just got tired of feeling so alone around someone who said they were my best friend. I didn't like being treated the way she treated me. I suppose it just took a while to finally boil over." My mouth spilling out my story that no one else had ever heard. "She didn't deserve you as a friend. She didn't even deserve to be in your presence. It's too great for anyone to deserve." He kissed my temple. "What do you mean by that?" I didn't understand. "I mean your presence is overpowering. It demands attention. Somehow you managed to tuck away the part of you that drew attention to you. You're strong at heart, you're a fighter, you're so powerful. You have so much potential to do great things and be great things, but you hide it away. You make yourself fade into the background. You need to let yourself shine, Princess. And when you do, You will shine brighter than all the stars in the universe combined. You will be an even more beautiful sight to see." He continued to stroke my hair as he spoke tenderly of me. I blushed as he continued to compliment me. "Marcus?" I whispered trying to hide my face away from his soul penetrating gaze. "Yes, Alex?" He hadn't taken notice of my sudden shyness. "Can I ask about your past?" I hesitated to ask him. I didn't want to invade on something he wasn't ready to share with me. "Well, I certainly have nothing to hide, so yes." He turned and smiled at my still reddened face. "Well, where's your mom? I mean I know who your father is, but I haven't the slightest idea who your mother is. I couldn't find anything on Eros ever-" my voice trailed off with embarrassment. "Ever what?" He asked, wondering why I suddenly stopped. "Laying with a human." I breathed out trying to hide my embarrassment. "It is one of his best kept secrets. Not many people believe in Gods and Goddesses, but many admire the idea of them. Many classify them as myths and legends, but as you can see, we are very much real. My mother was beautiful. Because she was human, she grew old like a normal person, but as you can see, I have stopped aging. Mother passed away many years ago. Father took me in, in hopes that I would be an obedient child and didn't expect all the teenage things I still had to go through like any human. "The reason he trapped me was because of the way I had started to behave. He didn't exactly understand why I was in such a dark stage in my life. Humans were nothing to him. He couldn't really see the emotional attachment I had with my mother. So I acted out and no one understood why." I heard the pain in his voice and I didn't want to press for anymore. I despised the thought of him being hurt. "You don't have to talk to me about it, Marcus." "No, no. It's good to talk about things. I shouldn't keep things in. I need to talk eventually. I have never spoken of this to anyone. It's been bottled up for so long." "Are you sure? I don't like seeing or hearing you in pain." He hugged me tighter after I finished speaking. "I'm sure. I haven't spoken to anyone about this for, well, ever. I need to get it out sometime, don't you think?" I nodded my head in agreement. "Marcus, can I tell you something?" My voice shaking with nerves. I hoped he wouldn't laugh at my inexperience. "Of course, my love." He kissed my temple. "You are the first boy I've ever kissed. I've never done anything with anyone. You probably knew already, but it's kind of a big deal to me. I'm seventeen and had my first kiss a little over a week ago. It's really embarrassing, but I just never gave boys the time of day and they did the same. I was always ignored. I wasn't the pretty girl. I never talked. I just did my work to excel. Looking back on it, I feel like a loser." My breathing began to shake. I tried my hardest to fight back tears from my past threatened to flow over my cheeks. "You're not a loser. You're a genius. You are so unimaginably talented and smart. I feel honored to have been kissed by someone as amazing as you. Being in your presence is more of a reward than anything I could ever imagine. I understand now why you were the one that had the ability to set me free from my prison." His voice was soft and quiet as he stroked my cheek. "What do you mean?" My eyes widened a little as a thought raced through my mind. There's no way it could be what I thought it was. No one would ever feel like that towards me. I knew I was unappealing to people. I didn't matter to anyone because I never did anything worth recognition. It just couldn't be what I had hoped it would be. "I am in love with you, Alex." His voice was stronger, but less steady, as if he were unsure how I felt about him. I stared at him as I processed the current situation. I didn't think he would ever say that to me. It may have been just as difficult for him to admit that as it was for me to do what I was about to do. "I love you, too, Marcus." I had loved him since the day I met him. I couldn't admit it to myself until now. Now that he had admitted how he felt, too. © 2014 Casey Francis |
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Added on July 6, 2014 Last Updated on July 6, 2014 AuthorCasey FrancisSapulpa, OKAboutI'm seventeen. My full name is Cassandra Lynne Francis. I'm really open and sort of awkward, but isn't everyone? I love writing. It's always been a passion of mine. I hope everyone enjoys my work! more..Writing
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