I wore a nice black dress, one that was long sleeve and it the dress barely touched my knees. I wore my L.A.M.B heels with it, and I stayed close to Kingston, who’d been up all night apparently.
He kissed my forehead and whispered, “I’m here, it’s okay,” and he lead me up to see my brother.
Nick laid in the coffin, his eyes shut and his face pale. It killed me inside. He was in a black button down shirt and jeans. I grabbed his hand slowly and forgot about Kingston.
“Nick,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision. “You were the best brother ever. . . All those times you sang me songs, when you’d drag me around the house, when you’d just yell at some one when they made me cry. . . I don’t know how anyone can forget you. You were one of the best people I ever knew. . . I’m gonna miss you.”
I bowed my head, said a little prayer, and stood up with Kingston. He lead me outside, where I sobbed my heart out into his chest, wishing it was me and not my loved brother, Nick.
One month later
Josh looked at me sadly, his eyes blood shot. I sat up on the counter as he sat at the table. “It’s just not worth it,” he whispered.
I nodded in agreement. This was since 2004. . . I understand how hard it was to let go, but I could see how he just didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. “Yeah. . .”
“But Ari’s caught in the middle,” he mumbled. “We can’t just break her apart like this.”
“It’s for the best,” I reminded.
He sighed and more tears fell out of his eyes. He was losing so much too soon. I walked over to him and hugged him. “Maybe it wasn’t meant to last very long,” I told him, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.
He looked up at me. “Well then I guess there was no point of starting this mess.”
“A mess?” I demanded. “We’ve all had great times. It’s just that you have to know when to let go.”
He stood up and grabbed his hoodie. “Letting go sucks,” he said angrily. “And you know darn well that this never would have happened if Nickolas didn’t die.”
“Of course I know that!” I snapped. “But if one thing happens---”
“It’s terrible, Hayley!” he yelled. “We had no reason to end it. How many people are we gonna hurt by doing this?”
“You’re hurting yourself!” I yelled back, my hands balling into fists. “You want to end it but you’ll fight about it when I prove a point?”
“You’re proving the wrong point, Hayley,” he spat. “You’re saying that even, with Nick here that it’d still collapse. If he was here, we wouldn’t be going through this at all!”
My anger took a toll. “You know what, I hope our son’s watching us right now and telling us we’re idiots. Maybe we’re both wrong. Maybe there’s another reason that this is ending.”
“It’s not fun anymore. We can’t put our hearts into it, and we can’t stop fighting over the stupid things,” he shouted, throwing a glass on the ground. “If Nick was here, it’d be so much fun, we’d have our hearts ready and we’d never fight like this. Look at that!”
I threw punches at him, standing in front of him, my bare feet getting sliced up by glass. But I could care less. I punched him in the chest yelling, “Don’t you dare blame this on our son!”
He grabbed my hands and pinned them to my side. “Get a grip, Hayles! Open your eyes and realize that it’s tearing everything apart!”
“You’re tearing everything apart by yourself!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “You’re blaming our son for all of this and you’re causing your own misery right now!” I kept screaming, tears soaking up my face.
“I’m leaving,” Josh growled. “I’ll be back later. Maybe you’ll shut up by then and realize that I’m basically right.” He left, and I threw a fit. I screamed and screamed, and when I finally couldn’t scream anymore, I curled up and sobbed.
A strong had clamped around my wrist after I ran about a mile, and I turned and screamed. It wasn’t Kingston or Zuma, but a boy with dirty-blond hair and familiar eyes.
“D-d-don’t hurt m-me,” was all I could choke out as I fell, my legs sore and weak. I still remembered my dreams with a dirty-blonde killer.
“I won’t,” he chuckled. “But why are you running? Some dumb guy break your heart?”
I stopped dead. He reminded me of. . . “Tyler Gilbert?”
“Um, yeah. . . How’d you know?” he asked.
I hugged him. “I met you at a hotel in Japan and told you that I was running because some dumb guy broke my heart. I’m Arietta.”
He hugged me back and helped me to my feet. “Dude, it’s you! That’s so cool, you should come meet my little sister! You’re like her inspiration!”
I laughed. “I would but. . . I think I should go. My friend’s following me.” As soon as I said that, Kingston tackled me and we went flying. I giggled and sat up. “Tyler, this is Kingston. He’s meh buddy.”
Tyler smiled. “Cooleo. . . Why are you guys running?”
“I ran to chase her who was running because her parents were fighting because she ran away and snuck into my room last night because that night her parents fought,” Kingston explained.
“Oh. . .” Tyler fell quiet. “Well, wanna come to my house?”
“Sure,” I said, standing up. Kingston stood up and we walked hand in hand, following Tyler. Then, who I was guessing was Drake, ran out of a tree house, skipping in a pink tutu.
“Drake, you’re go gay, knock it off!” Tyler yelled.
“But there’s nothing wrong with being gay,” I reasoned with a frown.
Drake skipped over to me and shook my hand. “Ello, miss,” he said, smiling. “And who may you be?”
“Taken,” Kingston muttered in my ear.
“Ta--- Arietta,” I told Drake, giving Kingston a concerned glance. “Hi.”
“DUDE, ARIETTA FARRO?” he yelled, turning back to gaze up at the tree house. “LEON! ARIETTA FARRO‘S HERE!”
“Let go of me,” I snapped at Josh, pulling away to go find Arietta.
“Hold on, we can just call her. You know darn well that she doesn’t leave without her phone.” Josh looked at me with soft eyes, making me sigh.
“Josh, let me go. I have to go find her.”
He still hung onto me. “Hayles, why can’t we do it my way first? If it doesn’t work, we can call Kingston. He should have his phone and---”
“I’m going out to look for her and you can’t stop me!”
“Why can’t you ever listen to me?” he yelled, his hands in fists as he let go of me. “this isn’t gonna help find our daughter. It’s the reason she ran!”
“Well maybe Arietta was right!” I screamed without knowing what I was saying. I couldn’t really stop myself. Then I blurted out, “Maybe we do need a divorce!”
Then, running as fast as I could, I screamed, “ARIETTA CLAUDELLE! WHERE ARE YOU?”
I watched as Arietta and Tyler tried to beat each other in Rockband. Tyler was constantly flirting with her, making me a bit. . . Angry. Leon was just sitting on the couch, waiting for a turn, and Drake was sitting on the chair, in a tutu, legs crossed, smiling. I swear, the kid was wearing scented lip gloss. He was already wearing sparkly eyeliner and he had pink faux eyelashes on. . . He was creeping me out by waving at me every three minutes. I swear, he was freaking flirting with me. . .
“In yo face!” Arietta giggled as the song ended.
Tyler gazed at the screen, in total shock. “But. . . But. . . N-nobody beats me! No one at all! This is no fair!”
Leon snickered, which seemed unusual since he was all quiet and serious.
The three’s baby sister, Natalie, clapped her hands and repeated after Arietta: “In yo face!”
We all laughed at that, and Drake waved at me again. Oh, brother. . .
“Kids, one of your phones are ringing,” Jenna called back to Ari and I. Jenna was the kids’ mom. She was such a sweet lady, and she loved her very kind but a bit creepy looking husband, Chad.
I hopped up and walked into the kitchen where Jenna was making cookies with Natalie. So cute. It was Ari’s phone that was ringing. “Hello?” I answered.
“Where’s Ari?” Hayley demanded. “Is she okay? What all happened?”
“She fine,” I told her. “She’s playing Rockband with a friend.”
“Is that her mom?” Jenna asked. I nodded, and she asked, “May I speak with her?”
They talked, and Jenna seemed a bit shaken afterwards. She gave Hayley her address and then Jenna hung up.
So, I went back to sit in the living room, where Leon and Arietta were playing each other in Rockband. Drake winked at me, and I wanted to leave so bad. Tyler shot him a dirty look and whispered, “Sorry about him.”
“It’s cool, I guess. As long as he knows I’m not interested.”
He laughed. “Good luck telling him that.”
Then, there was a knock at the door. Chad answered the door and Hayley stood there. As soon as Hayley saw Chad, she scream at the top of her lungs, and fell backwards and hit her head on the cement steps. She was unconscious.
“Ari, Hayley Williams is your mom?”
“Hayley Farro,” Arietta corrected Chad, and turned around to see her mom. “Oh my gosh, what happened?”
“I don’t know. . .” Chad admitted.
I walked out and scooped Hayley up. She was a bit heavier. Not trying to be mean, but a bit heavier than I’m imagine. But nothing too heavy for me. “We have to get her to the hospital. Her head’s bleeding!”
Arietta gasped and Drake told me in a flirty tone, “I’ll call an ambulance.”
Hmm. . . Think Hayley will be okay? Think Kingston will leave Arietta for Drake? ;D
OMG!! Nick is watching over his sister :D and family.
i hope Arietta gets better soon :)
plus, im a new reader ! :)