Maybe I Could Love You Again
Chapter 1; Fairytales Don't Last Forever
My life has never been so perfect, I'm happy with myself as a person. Day by day, I'm surrounded by my brothers and my best friend. Each day, just becomes another chapter in my life. The bad times have ended and in the end I've got my fairytale ending that I've always dreamed about. Mike has been my rock this past year, without him I would never of beaten depression, I would never of got clean from drugs and self harm. He also dropped the band as did Vic and Jaime. Getting 'normal' jobs as they said.
“Claire, you're daydreaming again....” I faintly heard Mike's voice. Blinking a few times, I smacked his hand away from the front of my face.
“Sorry, you don't mind me moving in with you?” I asked him, getting up to the sink.
“I wouldn't of offered if I minded, silly.” he laughed, Mike's also been in counselling for what happened to him. He thinks when he's awake he's over it, but I hear the screams, the begging during the night. I must do something about that. Being raped is horrid experience, he should never of had to go through that. I leant against the sink, watching him as he got on with whatever it was he was doing on the laptop.
It was 9:30pm, we were both waiting for Vic to come home from home which should of been 2 hours ago. I didn't work myself, I stayed here keeping everything in place and packing all mine and my brothers stuff up ready for our big move. Well I say big move, more like 2 streets away. I wondered what would happen to this place, out childhood house I mean surely Vic wouldn't keep it for himself? It was too big for just one person, with it's 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms (including the en suite ones), which brings me to laughing as I remember just how many arguments we got into over the bathroom despite the fact there are so many in this house. “What's so funny?” Mike turned, raising an eyebrow to me.
“Nothing.” I grinned. “I'm going to bed, I'm not waiting any longer. Early start tomorrow.” I kissed his cheek, said night and headed upstairs to bed. I got myself changed, brushed my hair, had a wash and did my teeth before falling onto my bed. I didn't bother getting under the covers. It was a hot anyway, but I preferred to sleep on top of the covers for my own sense of safety. I know sounds weird, but hey I'm a Fuentes I'm naturally weird. To be honest I was getting a little worried and nervous downstairs about Vic being late and I didn't want to worry Mike.
Sleep was slowly consuming me, I felt myself falling. That was until I heard the slam of a door. I quickly scrambled to my feet, popping my head out my room I called down. “Mikey? You there?” No reply. “Mike?!”
“It's only Vic, go back to bed!” He called my back, I let out the breath I was holding in. Relief washing over me. Edging back in my room, I fell back onto my bed and let the sleep consume me.
♠ ♠ ♠
I shot up in bed, glancing at the clock. It read 3:32am. Sighing, I noticed my curtains were open. I quickly shut them, before standing there for a second. I opened them again, looking closely outside. My eyes straining as I tried to see clearly. I could of sworn I just saw someone out there looking up at my room. I shut my curtains once again, I decided I would get a drink. Headed downstairs, I kept my noise down in case the other two were sleeping. I got myself a glass of water, after drinking it I turned to put it in the sick.
Walking past the front door to get to the stairs, a loud bang on it startled me. I froze on the spot, looking around. I didn't want to look through peep hole. “Stupid drunks.” I muttered as I wandered upstairs. I continued down the hall to Mike's room, slowly opening the door I noticed he was awake and sat up in the bed. “You alright?” I asked.
“Just can't sleep. Go back to bed little sis.” he assured me, I wasn't convinced though.
“I'm older than you.” was my reply before heading back to my own room. Now I don't know why but I actually got under the covers, wrapping myself up in them. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, I was beginning to get a bit scared. God I had to get a grip, it was probably nothing. There's no way it could possibly be him, it wouldn't be Tony, he had been arrested and put in jail. I kept the covers wrapped round me tight, not moving. I just tightly closed my eyes and prayed for the morning to come quick.
Sure enough, my prayers were answered. I hopped out of bed, heading downstairs. It was 8am exactly. Vic was heading out the door, I kissed his cheek and said bye before skipping over to the table. “What time you leaving?” I asked Mike who was leant against the table.
“Day off, wanna do something?” I shook my head. If I'm honest in the past year I think I've been outside 3 times. I know it's bad for me to be inside all the time but I felt safer even though he was in jail.
“Come on C, you gotta get back out there.”
“I'm fine here, why don't you go out and get us lunch later?” I smiled, jumping up on the table and sitting there. He agreed to do so, turning his attention back to his phone, cigarette poking out the side of his mouth. I gave a small cough, making him turn towards me. I had my hand held out, waiting. “Gosh Michael, you are so slow. Smoke please.” He laughed a bit before handing one over and the lighter. Lighting up, I felt relaxed.
After getting myself ready, I made myself busy around the house. Cleaning things that didn't need to be cleaned because I cleaned them yesterday. I was quietly singing to myself, Mike had gone to get us some lunch, when the phone rang making me jump. “I'll get it!!!” I called, out of habit. I had just answered it when Mike walked back through door, just at that moment I heard the words I didn't want to hear.
The phone dropped my hands, time seem to slow down, the thud from the phone breaking, my legs suddenly felt weak as I started falling to the ground. I felt Mike put his arms round me to steady me but I didn't stop falling. My silent cries soon turned to sobs, my whole body shook, they couldn't possibly be telling the truth but the police officer was deadly serious.
He's back
“Claire, you're daydreaming again....” I faintly heard Mike's voice. Blinking a few times, I smacked his hand away from the front of my face.
“Sorry, you don't mind me moving in with you?” I asked him, getting up to the sink.
“I wouldn't of offered if I minded, silly.” he laughed, Mike's also been in counselling for what happened to him. He thinks when he's awake he's over it, but I hear the screams, the begging during the night. I must do something about that. Being raped is horrid experience, he should never of had to go through that. I leant against the sink, watching him as he got on with whatever it was he was doing on the laptop.
It was 9:30pm, we were both waiting for Vic to come home from home which should of been 2 hours ago. I didn't work myself, I stayed here keeping everything in place and packing all mine and my brothers stuff up ready for our big move. Well I say big move, more like 2 streets away. I wondered what would happen to this place, out childhood house I mean surely Vic wouldn't keep it for himself? It was too big for just one person, with it's 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms (including the en suite ones), which brings me to laughing as I remember just how many arguments we got into over the bathroom despite the fact there are so many in this house. “What's so funny?” Mike turned, raising an eyebrow to me.
“Nothing.” I grinned. “I'm going to bed, I'm not waiting any longer. Early start tomorrow.” I kissed his cheek, said night and headed upstairs to bed. I got myself changed, brushed my hair, had a wash and did my teeth before falling onto my bed. I didn't bother getting under the covers. It was a hot anyway, but I preferred to sleep on top of the covers for my own sense of safety. I know sounds weird, but hey I'm a Fuentes I'm naturally weird. To be honest I was getting a little worried and nervous downstairs about Vic being late and I didn't want to worry Mike.
Sleep was slowly consuming me, I felt myself falling. That was until I heard the slam of a door. I quickly scrambled to my feet, popping my head out my room I called down. “Mikey? You there?” No reply. “Mike?!”
“It's only Vic, go back to bed!” He called my back, I let out the breath I was holding in. Relief washing over me. Edging back in my room, I fell back onto my bed and let the sleep consume me.
♠ ♠ ♠
I shot up in bed, glancing at the clock. It read 3:32am. Sighing, I noticed my curtains were open. I quickly shut them, before standing there for a second. I opened them again, looking closely outside. My eyes straining as I tried to see clearly. I could of sworn I just saw someone out there looking up at my room. I shut my curtains once again, I decided I would get a drink. Headed downstairs, I kept my noise down in case the other two were sleeping. I got myself a glass of water, after drinking it I turned to put it in the sick.
Walking past the front door to get to the stairs, a loud bang on it startled me. I froze on the spot, looking around. I didn't want to look through peep hole. “Stupid drunks.” I muttered as I wandered upstairs. I continued down the hall to Mike's room, slowly opening the door I noticed he was awake and sat up in the bed. “You alright?” I asked.
“Just can't sleep. Go back to bed little sis.” he assured me, I wasn't convinced though.
“I'm older than you.” was my reply before heading back to my own room. Now I don't know why but I actually got under the covers, wrapping myself up in them. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, I was beginning to get a bit scared. God I had to get a grip, it was probably nothing. There's no way it could possibly be him, it wouldn't be Tony, he had been arrested and put in jail. I kept the covers wrapped round me tight, not moving. I just tightly closed my eyes and prayed for the morning to come quick.
Sure enough, my prayers were answered. I hopped out of bed, heading downstairs. It was 8am exactly. Vic was heading out the door, I kissed his cheek and said bye before skipping over to the table. “What time you leaving?” I asked Mike who was leant against the table.
“Day off, wanna do something?” I shook my head. If I'm honest in the past year I think I've been outside 3 times. I know it's bad for me to be inside all the time but I felt safer even though he was in jail.
“Come on C, you gotta get back out there.”
“I'm fine here, why don't you go out and get us lunch later?” I smiled, jumping up on the table and sitting there. He agreed to do so, turning his attention back to his phone, cigarette poking out the side of his mouth. I gave a small cough, making him turn towards me. I had my hand held out, waiting. “Gosh Michael, you are so slow. Smoke please.” He laughed a bit before handing one over and the lighter. Lighting up, I felt relaxed.
After getting myself ready, I made myself busy around the house. Cleaning things that didn't need to be cleaned because I cleaned them yesterday. I was quietly singing to myself, Mike had gone to get us some lunch, when the phone rang making me jump. “I'll get it!!!” I called, out of habit. I had just answered it when Mike walked back through door, just at that moment I heard the words I didn't want to hear.
The phone dropped my hands, time seem to slow down, the thud from the phone breaking, my legs suddenly felt weak as I started falling to the ground. I felt Mike put his arms round me to steady me but I didn't stop falling. My silent cries soon turned to sobs, my whole body shook, they couldn't possibly be telling the truth but the police officer was deadly serious.
He's back
Notes
Here's the first chapter of the sequel of 'The Darker Side Of Tony Perry'. I might possibly update tonight, depending on the feedback get.Stay beautiful;
- vickyptv
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1/11/14