One Hundred Sleepless Nights
One.
“I‘d like to join you by your side, where we could gaze into the stars,
And sit together, now and forever, for it is plain, as anyone can see,
We‘re simply meant to be…”
My phone rings out from beside me as I start to sing along absent-mindedly to the classic song from the film that I used to watch all the time for the person who I thought was the love of my life. As I dangle my feet over the edge of the Ocean Beach pier, shivering slightly in the cool San Diego breeze, I let out a soft sigh as I recognise who is calling from the ring tone that I had set for them. Picking up my phone, I let my thumb hover over the ‘Accept’ button just for a second before I swiftly press ‘Decline’, a single tear falling from my brown eyes as a small cry escapes from my lips.
“I take it that you’re still trying to ignore me, then?” A quiet voice behind me states questioningly, causing me to jump slightly as I turn round, grabbing hold of the edge of the pier for support as I look up at the person who spoke.
“I’m not ignoring you.” I reply quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper as I turn back round to face the lapping waves, wiping the tears from my eyes before they could notice.
“Sure you‘re not…so; not answering any of my texts and declining all of my phone calls isn‘t classified as ignoring me? Come on, Tone.” The tall black-haired guy scoffs as he takes a seat on the pier next to me.
“No, it‘s not. It‘s just classed as me not wanting to talk to you at this current moment in time and rightly so after what you did to me.” I explain coldly, if looks could kill then he’d be six feet under the stars by now with the glare that I was sending in his direction.
“I told you before, you’ve got the completely wrong idea, I…” He starts but stops mid-sentence when he sees my expression.
“You went to a strip club and got in on with the first slut that you saw, not an hour after you told me that I was ‘forever yours’.” I cry as I turn round to face him properly. “So why don’t you tell me how on earth that is the wrong idea, Michael!”
“I told you that it wasn’t like that!” He defends himself quietly, drawing back away from me, guilt spreading across his handsome features as he looks down at his feet.
“Oh, please! You brought her back to OUR apartment and into OUR bed! You were touching, kissing and only you and her know what else after I ran out!” I practically screech at him, my breathing speeding up. I take a quick moment to breathe in a deep breath before continuing slowly. “I must have just imagined you saying that I was yours and yours alone, but then again; I guess you say that to anyone if it‘s guaranteed to get them into bed with you, don‘t you Michael?”
“NO!” Mike yells as he lifts his hand and brings it down, slapping me across the cheek, hard.
I let out an anguished cry of pain and surprise as his hand made contact with my perfectly tanned skin; I place a cold hand over my slightly burning cheek, the tears building up in my eyes although I know too right that I would have done the same thing if I were him.
“There used to be a time when you would never have dared to hurt me…” I whisper, not even afraid anymore if he saw the tears fall from my eyes while I sat in front of him. “I guess that things really do change with time.”
“Tone, I didn’t mean to…” He starts but I stop him by getting to my feet and taking a few steps back from where he sits on the pier.
“No, you knew what you were doing, Michael.”
I turn on my heel and leave him, guilty looking and distraught with himself, and despite how upset I was with him; a feeling of triumph overcame my cold body. The feeling stayed for a few steps before it was broken by the sound of him getting to his own feet, and the sound of his hurt voice being carried towards me by an uproar from the passing summer breeze.
“So that’s it now, is it? You’re just going to go running off to Jaime again and leave me standing here all on my own?!”
I shake my head as more tears threaten to fall from my eyes, closing them I force myself not to let his words get to me; he was the one that hurt me, not the other way around. But still, his hurt voice is cutting at me, stabbing me in the back as it penetrates through my body, through my blood and veins until it reaches my brain and causes shivers to make their way down my whole shaking body.
“You know what, Michael?” I spit venomously, spinning round swiftly, narrowing my eyes until he was just a blur in my vision.
“What?!” He snaps spitefully back at me, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“Jaime is fifty times a better guy than what you‘ll ever be! I hope that you and whatever little whore you decide to bring back home will be very happy together, from what I could see you both act the same!”
With that, I spin on my heels and start to run along the sandy beach, images of Mike and his whore in our bed plaguing through my mind making me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. I hear fast approaching footsteps behind me, causing me to start panicking and stumble forward slightly as I force myself not to look back. Within seconds, a pair of arms were wrapping themselves around my waist, long black hair was brushing softly against my cheek as a heavy scent of deodorant and cigarettes filled my nostrils. With an effort, I pull myself roughly out of his grasp as I take a shaky step away from him.
“Don‘t you ever touch me again!” I snap furiously as I take a few more steps backwards, my eyes glaring as I watch his expression for a few seconds before shaking my head and running as far away from him as I could. Without even thinking, I let my legs guide me through the San Diego streets to somewhere safe, to someone who would never hurt me like Michael did.
I run to him, my best friend.
I run to the welcoming warm embrace of Jaime Preciado.
And sit together, now and forever, for it is plain, as anyone can see,
We‘re simply meant to be…”
My phone rings out from beside me as I start to sing along absent-mindedly to the classic song from the film that I used to watch all the time for the person who I thought was the love of my life. As I dangle my feet over the edge of the Ocean Beach pier, shivering slightly in the cool San Diego breeze, I let out a soft sigh as I recognise who is calling from the ring tone that I had set for them. Picking up my phone, I let my thumb hover over the ‘Accept’ button just for a second before I swiftly press ‘Decline’, a single tear falling from my brown eyes as a small cry escapes from my lips.
“I take it that you’re still trying to ignore me, then?” A quiet voice behind me states questioningly, causing me to jump slightly as I turn round, grabbing hold of the edge of the pier for support as I look up at the person who spoke.
“I’m not ignoring you.” I reply quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper as I turn back round to face the lapping waves, wiping the tears from my eyes before they could notice.
“Sure you‘re not…so; not answering any of my texts and declining all of my phone calls isn‘t classified as ignoring me? Come on, Tone.” The tall black-haired guy scoffs as he takes a seat on the pier next to me.
“No, it‘s not. It‘s just classed as me not wanting to talk to you at this current moment in time and rightly so after what you did to me.” I explain coldly, if looks could kill then he’d be six feet under the stars by now with the glare that I was sending in his direction.
“I told you before, you’ve got the completely wrong idea, I…” He starts but stops mid-sentence when he sees my expression.
“You went to a strip club and got in on with the first slut that you saw, not an hour after you told me that I was ‘forever yours’.” I cry as I turn round to face him properly. “So why don’t you tell me how on earth that is the wrong idea, Michael!”
“I told you that it wasn’t like that!” He defends himself quietly, drawing back away from me, guilt spreading across his handsome features as he looks down at his feet.
“Oh, please! You brought her back to OUR apartment and into OUR bed! You were touching, kissing and only you and her know what else after I ran out!” I practically screech at him, my breathing speeding up. I take a quick moment to breathe in a deep breath before continuing slowly. “I must have just imagined you saying that I was yours and yours alone, but then again; I guess you say that to anyone if it‘s guaranteed to get them into bed with you, don‘t you Michael?”
“NO!” Mike yells as he lifts his hand and brings it down, slapping me across the cheek, hard.
I let out an anguished cry of pain and surprise as his hand made contact with my perfectly tanned skin; I place a cold hand over my slightly burning cheek, the tears building up in my eyes although I know too right that I would have done the same thing if I were him.
“There used to be a time when you would never have dared to hurt me…” I whisper, not even afraid anymore if he saw the tears fall from my eyes while I sat in front of him. “I guess that things really do change with time.”
“Tone, I didn’t mean to…” He starts but I stop him by getting to my feet and taking a few steps back from where he sits on the pier.
“No, you knew what you were doing, Michael.”
I turn on my heel and leave him, guilty looking and distraught with himself, and despite how upset I was with him; a feeling of triumph overcame my cold body. The feeling stayed for a few steps before it was broken by the sound of him getting to his own feet, and the sound of his hurt voice being carried towards me by an uproar from the passing summer breeze.
“So that’s it now, is it? You’re just going to go running off to Jaime again and leave me standing here all on my own?!”
I shake my head as more tears threaten to fall from my eyes, closing them I force myself not to let his words get to me; he was the one that hurt me, not the other way around. But still, his hurt voice is cutting at me, stabbing me in the back as it penetrates through my body, through my blood and veins until it reaches my brain and causes shivers to make their way down my whole shaking body.
“You know what, Michael?” I spit venomously, spinning round swiftly, narrowing my eyes until he was just a blur in my vision.
“What?!” He snaps spitefully back at me, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“Jaime is fifty times a better guy than what you‘ll ever be! I hope that you and whatever little whore you decide to bring back home will be very happy together, from what I could see you both act the same!”
With that, I spin on my heels and start to run along the sandy beach, images of Mike and his whore in our bed plaguing through my mind making me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. I hear fast approaching footsteps behind me, causing me to start panicking and stumble forward slightly as I force myself not to look back. Within seconds, a pair of arms were wrapping themselves around my waist, long black hair was brushing softly against my cheek as a heavy scent of deodorant and cigarettes filled my nostrils. With an effort, I pull myself roughly out of his grasp as I take a shaky step away from him.
“Don‘t you ever touch me again!” I snap furiously as I take a few more steps backwards, my eyes glaring as I watch his expression for a few seconds before shaking my head and running as far away from him as I could. Without even thinking, I let my legs guide me through the San Diego streets to somewhere safe, to someone who would never hurt me like Michael did.
I run to him, my best friend.
I run to the welcoming warm embrace of Jaime Preciado.
Notes
So...Here it is, my first ever attempt at a Perrentes fiction! What do you guys think so far?Personally, I'm pretty pleased with this update and I can proudly say that I already have the next eight updates planned out, ready to type and be uploaded onto here; but, I'm going to restrain myself and only publish an update once a week, so you can all be sure of a new update every Saturday night :D
Thank you for taking the time to read this and I look forward to reading what you guys thought of this first chapter so far!
- SoWrongItsLottie
what the hell update????????? please?????????? :(
7/14/14