Chapter Thirty-Two: Epilogue
I step out of the shower that I decided to take after I drug my lazy body out of bed and dry myself off with a towel. I have to go to work today so I knew I couldn't stay in bed all day like I so desperately wanted to. Now that I have showered I feel fresh and clean, I have to go to my house and change into my work uniform. I hate the damn thing, but I am required to wear it. Personally I think it makes me look fat, but that could just be me. I should leave it here at Chester's house so I don't have to get dressed at home, I don't want my mom finding it.
I put my clothes on once my body is completely dry, now that I have my clothes on I feel a bit warmer. Exiting the bathroom and walking into Chester's room I see him sitting on his bed with head phones covering his ears. His eyes are closed and he is lip syncing to whatever song that is playing in his walkman. I walk over to him and sit down in front of him. He opens his eyes when he feels the bed shift and I smile at him. He takes off his head phones and sits his walkman down on the night stand. I let out a yelp of surprise when he throws himself at me and I am pushed onto my back. Half of his weight is on top of me as he places his lips hard against mine in a passionate kiss. I slip my tongue into his mouth and he massages it with his own. His hand slowly runs down my chest and in between my legs when I push him away. I sit up and he sits next to me with a pout on his face.
"We can't, I have to go to work." I say softly.
I laugh when he proceeds to give me his pouty expression. "Don't give me that look cause you know I have no choice."
"Alright fine." He says with a sigh, but then he gives me a small smile.
I give him a peck on the lips before standing up. "Can I leave my backpack here and I'll just pick it up after work?"
"That would be no problem, why would I object when it gives me a reason to see you again today?"
"I see your point." I say with a laugh, he is just too cute! "I'll see you in a few hours."
"Okay, see you later Angel." He says with a smile.
"Later Chaz." I say kissing him one last time before leaving his house.
I walk down the sidewalk with thoughts consuming my mind. It is still beyond me how everything worked out for Chester and myself. For a while it seemed like everything was against us, but in the end we managed to find our way back to each other. I am so glad that we are still together because like I have said many times before... I can't live without him.
I reach my house moments later and walk through the front door. I shut the door firmly behind me and begin to make my way upstairs. All of a sudden my mom appears at the top of the staircase and I stop dead in my tracks. She looks pissed off as usual, but she also looks sad. Slowly she starts walking toward me with a glare on her face and I back away in fear. Before I realize what is happening she rushes down to me and pushes me roughly. In turn I lose my balance and fall down the few stairs I had managed to climb. I land on my back at the bottom of the staircase and smack my head on the wood floor.
The fall hurt, but I manage to stand up and back away when I see that my mom is standing right in front of me. Many emotions are swimming in her eyes and I can tell that she is about to break. I don't really want to be here for that so I quickly turn around and rush to the door. Before I can grasp the doorknob I feel her hand fisting my hair and soon I feel my forehead slam into the door jam. I cry out in pain, but she just turns me around and punches me in the mouth. The metallic taste of my own blood attacks my taste buds and I quickly spit it out. The air gets knocked out of my body when she punches me in the gut and I faintly hear her scold me for spitting blood out onto the floor.
I fall to the floor when she knees me in the face and she proceeds to kick me relentlessly. She is screaming at me now and tears are streaming down her face. I crawl closer to the wall and try to protect myself, but she is kicking me so fast that it is hard to predict where her foot is going next. Once again my whole body is hurting and I am actually bleeding in various places. I am beginning to wonder if she is ever going to stop cause she doesn't seem to be tiring. A swift kick to my head send shooting pain through my already sore body and I tightly close my eyes as I wait for the pain to subside. A second later I feel her hand grasping my hair and then I am lifted up. I yelp in pain and grab at her hand, but she punches me in the face then lets go of my hair and once again I fall to the floor where she kicks me in the stomach.
"Your dad didn't deserve to die like that, it should have been you!" She screams at me as her tears fall harder.
Before I realize what is happening she grabs the mirror on the way and sends it crashing down on top of me. I put my arms over my head to protect it and my neck just in time before I feel the mirror smash to pieces on top of me. I scream in pain as the shards of glass pierce my skin. My whole body feels like it is on fire!
I watch as my mom collapses and leans her tired body against the opposite wall. She closes her eyes and I take that as my cue to leave. I slowly drag my body off of the floor and exit the house. Once outside a wave of nausea stops me from walking and dizziness consumes me. I feel like passing out, but I am determined to be in Chester's safe arms before I give in to my body's exhaustion.
Slowly I walk off of the porch and down the sidewalk. I can't walk very fast cause every step I take is extremely painful, but I keep walking. What my mom said keeps playing over and over in my head... it should have been me. Why did God have to take my dad? He should have taken me because what my mom said is true... he didn't deserve to die.
What would usually be a ten minute walk turns into thirty minutes, but finally I reach Chester's house. My body wants to give up on me, but I force it up to the front door with what strength I have left. I lean my body against the door jam and knock softly on the door, I don't have enough strength to knock any louder. Moments later Chester opens the door and his eyes widen when he sees me. Right at that moment my body gives up and I fall into Chester's arms. He pulls me into his house and shuts the door behind me. Sitting down on the floor he cradles me in his arms with a confused expression on his face.
"Mike what happened?"
"My... mom was... very angry when I... when I got home." I pant out trying to get some oxygen into my lungs. My eyes widen when I see that I am covered in blood and are in fact covering him with it. "Chester I'm so sorry... I've ruined your clothes."
"Don't worry about that... we need to focus on your condition. Mike um, is that glass?" He asks with a horrified expression.
I nod my head slowly. "She smashed a mirror on me."
"That fuckin' bitch!" He yells angrily. "What makes her think she can do this to you?"
"Don't yell please." I whisper.
His features soften after I say this and he pulls me closer to his body. "Mike I need to take you to the hospital."
"No! I hate hospitals, please don't make me go!" I plead as tears stream down my face from all the emotions consuming me at the moment. "I don't want to live anymore Chester, I just don't."
"Hey don't talk like that okay? I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth ever again!" He says firmly. "If you don't want to go to the hospital I can clean your wounds myself... I'm sure they're not serious, but if they are you are going to the hospital whether you like it or not and I don't want you talking like that, understand me?"
I just nod my head; too tired to respond verbally. I lay my head against his shoulder as he picks me up and carries me up the stairs. He takes me into the bathroom and sits me down on the toilet. I watch as he takes the first aid kit out of the cabinet and sits it on the counter. He smiles at me reassuringly as he takes a damp gauze with peroxide on it and starts cleaning my face. A hiss escapes my lips when he touches the cut on my head, but he blows on it to ease the stinging pain. Soon he is finished with my face and lets out an uneasy breath when he sees that he has to take out all the shards of glass. He helps me remove my clothing and it is pretty painful for me, but I manage to get undressed. I yelp in pain when he removes one shard of glass and he smiles sympathetically. By the time he gets every last piece out I have yelped, hissed and even screamed a few times.
A whimper escapes me and it just makes me feel weak, but he just places a kiss on my forehead and smiles at me lovingly. He helps me stand once he turns on the shower and guides me inside to wash off all the blood. The warm water irritates me wounds, but it is nothing I can't handle. I just stand under the spray while Chester cleans me off carefully with a washcloth. I told him that I could do it myself, but he insisted upon doing it for me. I am very grateful to him for doing this for me, I don't know what I would do without him.
After the blood is washed off of my body Chester turns off the water and I step out of the shower. Once I am fully dressed he leads me to his room where I lay down on his bed. I close my eyes as exhaustion takes over me and I feel Chester lay down beside me, putting his arm around me before I fall asleep.
An Hour Later
Slowly my eyes flutter open to see Chester watching me, I smile at him and then let out a yawn. A groan of pain escapes me as I turn to lay on my back and Chester looks at me in concern. I smile at him reassuringly and tell him that I am okay. He leans in and I have to sit up on my elbows to meet him half way. Our lips meet moments later and I put my hand on the back of his head as I deepen the kiss. He pulls away too soon for my liking and I give him a pout.
He lets out a laugh as he lovingly touches my face. "Don't give me that look... Mike I want to talk to you."
"What about?" I ask curiously.
"I have been thinking a lot about this and I don't want you to be getting hurt like this anymore, I can't stand to see you being treated this way."
"What are we gonna do about it though Chester? There is nothing we can do, not until I turn eighteen." I say with a sigh.
"Why is there nothing we can do? I mean Mike come on we could run away together." He says with a hopeful expression on his face and I just stare at him in disbelief.
"Chester we can't do that." I say with wide eyes.
"And why can't we?"
"Because your whole life is here! Your friends and your parents, I couldn't let you give all that up for me. It wouldn't be fair to you."
"Mike I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't what I really wanted. I want you to be safe Mike and I want you to be happy. You're not truly happy here Mike, I see it and you can't deny it. We can tell the guys we're leaving and then tell them where we are once we reach our destination. Everything will work out, that I promise you." He says sounding so sincere.
"Is this what you honestly want?" I ask softly.
"More than anything."
A small smile forms on my face. "Alright then, let's do it."
"Really?" He asks with a growing smile.
Slowly I nod my head and then he pulls me in for a sweet kiss. He pulls away moments later and says he is going to call the guys before rushing out of the room. I stare at the doorway he exited for a minute before slowly standing up. It is still painful for me, but I try to ignore it as I grab my backpack and sit on the bed.
Moments later Chester returns and walks up to me. I am about to say something to him, but he pulls me in for a passionate kiss before I can get the words out. I feel his tongue on my bottom lip and open my mouth so he can enter. Our tongues battle for space in one another's mouths for a bit and then I pull away breathing heavily.
"What was that for?" I ask breathlessly.
"I just felt like kissing you." He says casually as he begins packing his things. "Um... were you wanting to go back to your house to get some clothes or whatever?"
"No... I have enough money in the bank so I'll just buy some new clothes. I have my favorite CDs and my notebooks in my backpack so I'm all good." I say softly with a small smile, I don't really want to see my mom again cause there is no telling what she would do to me...
"Okay I just thought I'd ask."
I nod my head in understanding and then help him pack his things. Once we are done we take everything out to his car and put it all in his trunk. Chester then writes a note for a parents before we leave. Once we are inside the car and are buckled up he starts the engine. I sit in silence as we drive to the bank, having not digested everything just quite yet. When we arrive I get out and go inside. I take out all my money which turns out to be about seven hundred dollars and then head back outside. Once I am back in the car Chester begins driving once again.
As we drive out of town I look out my window with an almost dazed expression on my face. It is actually happening... I am leaving this hell hole. I have always dreamed of this day. Only difference is Chester is coming with me, it seems so surreal to me. I hope to never see this town again cause this is a place I want to forget. Sure there are good memories here, but mostly there are painful ones. This place has brought me nothing, but pain and so many times I have wanted to end my life. Chester saved me though, he gave me a reason to live.
I look down when I feel Chester's hand grasp mine tightly and grin up at him happily. He in turn smiles before kissing my hand and then returning his attention to the road. I let out a sigh of contentment when I realize that everything is going to be alright from here on out. Chester and I will be together and I can start anew. Maybe I wasn't put on this earth to hurt after all...
A/N: Well that's it... there's no more. Did you guys like the ending? Please leave me a review letting me know what you think!