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If We Ever Meet Again

Chapter Fifteen

We had just walked into the house, Chris slowly walking behind me as I ran upstairs seeing red. I was pissed at Chris and his behavior. Sure in a way I got him but that had still not given him any right to throw punches at Brian. I threw my small bag on the bed and removed my cap. Then I hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door shut with a big echoing sound throughout the house.

“How the fuck could you just go and punch him?” I yelled at Chris as I removed my earrings.

I heard the bedroom door shut harshly and then some shuffling around, like the closet door opening and drawers as well. His swim trunks were off, I knew that as soon as heard the falling to the ground with that special sound all pants make when they fall to the ground. I put my cellphone on the counter before I washed my hands, rubbing the soap with my hands heatedly. My entire body shook as I did so and I mumbled profanities under my breath as I shook my hands free from the water and then dried them on a towel by the side of the counter.

“What the hell do you mean by that?! He fucking kissed you Ash! Twice!” he shouted back with equally as much anger in his voice as I had. After I undid the ponytail I rushed to the bathroom door and ripped it open, breathing heavily. I saw that Chris chest was heaving up and down in a fast pace and his hands were closed fists against his side.

“I know that but you didn’t have to fucking punch him for it!”

He huffed. “Excuse me?! Why the hell wouldn’t I punch that bastard?”

“Because you could have fucking talked to him instead! Dammit Chris!”

“You think he fucking would have listened to me talking to him? He won’t even fucking listen to you!”

I groaned. “Chris, you are twice his fucking size, I think you would have made him get the message.” I replied, trying to speak calmly.

“I don’t care! Why the hell are you defending that son of a bitch?!” he yelled at me, narrowing eyes as he pointed to the right referring to Brian.

My jaw clenched at his words. “I am not defending him!”

“Yes you are! How can you not see that?”

I shook my head furiously. “Because I’m not!”

“Yes you are! Maybe you’re just too blinded by your love for him!” he growled back, taking off his shirt in such a speed that I thought he would rip it in two.

That was the last straw for me. “How dare you say something like that?! You know damn fucking well that I do not love Brian; I can barely stand the fucking sight off him! FUCK YOU CHRIS!!” My voice cracked in the end as I tried to hold back the tears. Once again I shook my head, slowly and went back into the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door since I was just going to get my cellphone because I had left it on the counter.

“Where are you going?” he asked me, still with his voice raised as he saw me walking out of the bathroom and on my way out of the bedroom. Normally when his voice was all commanded and husky I would be really turned on but now I was far too pissed at him to even look his way.

Now I was going to give him the same taste of his own medicine. I was going to do the same thing he did to me yesterday. Give him the cold shoulder and not bother coming back for a couple of hours. When I did come back I would just postpone speaking about what he said and make him suffer for it, just like I did.
All I did in reply to his answer was giving him a bored look and then shrugged my shoulders as I reached for bag and slung it over my shoulder. I threw my hair to the side and it seemed like a bitchy move but I was not really concerned with that at the moment.

I walked down the stairs slowly, my feet echoing with a thud for each step I took. Chris was calling my name and walked behind me in the same pace, his thuds even louder and more heavy against the wooden steps.
When I got down the stairs I grabbed my car keys from the side table next to the front door and put my finger through the keychain.

Just as I grabbed the door handle, Chris hand placed itself on top of mine. “Please babe?”

I just rolled my eyes and pried his hand off mine before I ripped the door open and stepped outside. It was getting dark outside, you could just barely see people’s faces but it wasn’t that dark that I wouldn’t see a couple of feet a head of myself. I walked the short walk to the car and got in the car, throwing my bag over to the passenger side.
When I looked over at the house I saw Chris standing in the doorway, watching my every move with a gloomy expression on his face and sullen look in his blue eyes.

It almost made me want to go back there and make up for things but then I recalled what he said about me loving Brian, especially after he knew how broken I had been when I spoke about what had happen in California the first times he asked. We had been dating for half a year when I decided to tell him just so he wouldn’t have any suspicions to how I would act towards some questions regarding California or my past life. The first time I told him I cried just because I really hadn’t let my feelings or thoughts out about Brian ever and it had felt so good to do so. Even though I felt a bit apprehensive against telling Chris because we were dating and it didn’t seem good to talk about a person you thought was the love of your life.

I rubbed my eyes quickly so that I could keep my eyes on the road. My mood was down and I needed to calm down. There was only one place in California that could calm me down was sitting on a old bridge, next to the Widower’s pond that was in the middle of a forest. Not many people knew about that place but I did and I used to go there a lot when I lived in California. It would calm me down to look at the moon and stars in the night sky as the reflected on the dark water. The ride to Widower’s pond would take me a while, about an hour and a half but it seemed to be just the right thing to do this time.

My right hand flicked the radio on and I heard one of my favorite songs playing so raised the volume. The song was a ballad from Pantera and even though the lyrics didn’t fit my situation completely the song just did.

If ever words were spoken
Painful and untrue, I said I loved but I lied
In My life, all I wanted
Was the keeping of someone like you?
As it turns out, deeper within me,
Love was twisted and pointed at you.


I sang along quietly to the song, trying not to out voice Phil’s rough voice that I loved to hear. Pantera was one of the bands Brian actually introduced me to, before I really couldn’t stand listening to rock and metal, well maybe besides Guns n Roses but I considered them sleaze rock. Brian practically forced me and told me that if I didn’t listen to Pantera he would shove my GnR tape down my throat. So after that threat I listened to a couple of songs from Pantera such as ‘Fucking Hostile’, ‘Cemetery Gates’ and so on, I took a liking to them and kept listening to more songs.

“Hey!” I yelled at some idiot who cut me off and almost made me crash into him. Some people were idiots when they drove and didn’t think about the distance that had to be kept in between cars if they were to drive past.

I waved my hand around and then called him ‘a fucking prick’ as I calmed down a bit after the shock. The song had changed to one I didn’t recognize and it was half bad, it was a pop song and all the singer did was moan after each word. It annoyed me beyond words but I didn’t bother with changing the station.

When I had driven for about an hour I spotted a sign saying ‘Livington Forest’ and turned left about 2 minutes after I saw it. The road was getting bumpier since it wasn’t a pavement road, more like tons of pebbles and some stones that were as big as my hand. I drove slowly so that I wouldn’t jump around in the car and hit myself in the roof or steering wheel.

It took me about twenty five more minutes before I came to a small clearing where I could park my car. The car made a small rumbling sound as I slowed down, the gravel was bouncing up against the car and I could hear small ‘ticks’ from all over the car.

I got out of the car and tried to find an old path that used to take me to the lake. When I spotted a familiar inscription on an old pine tree that resembled an arrow and a bunch of hearts surrounding it. I clicked the lock button on my car key and walked past the pine tree and onto the gravel path, covered in a bunch of small branches and pinecones.

When I had managed to squeeze myself past some pine trees and branches that got to places where I certainly didn’t want nor need those in. I finally saw a sparkling surface reflecting the half moon. When I walked closer to the lake a smile grazed my face, remembering how peaceful it was just being here and it still was, it felt even better than a couple of years ago.

I carefully walked onto the bridge and then sat down on the edge of it, my feet dangling above the water. My feet swung back and forth as I leaned backwards on my arms looking up at the sky.

Maybe I was overreacting about Chris and Brian, sure Brian deserved it but at least I believed that Chris could have done something else to solve it all. To make Brian leave me alone because I was going to hang out with the group a lot and I didn’t need any more tension between me and Brian that would just make things even more awkward in the group.

The one thing I couldn’t see past was him blaming me and claiming that I loved Brian and that I was defending him! Who did he think he was? I had been so broken and just empty when I left California to do what I loved in New York. I tried to be strong and ignore what Brian had done, because it had hurt too much to think about it. Then six months later I had allowed myself to think freely, not allowing myself to think at all about California or anyone from there. It helped me recover and too actually feel better and Chris came in then. The most perfect time of my life Chris came in; we started dating and connected from the first second.

We moved in together in a huge penthouse after only dating for six and a half months, that’s how strongly we felt about each other and he had the audacity to claim that I still loved Brian? Ugh, sometimes I really didn’t understand men.

A wind blew past and I shivered, I wrapped my arms around myself and rubbed them up and down to warm myself. Now I really regretted not bringing a coat or a long sleeved shirt.
I don’t know how long I had sat there but when I felt something warm being placed around me I turned.

“Hey” he said.

I smiled softly at the one I knew could help me. “Hey Jimmy.”

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