Sweet Is Revenge (17 page)

"I hope you lost a tooth you sick bastard," she said and hit him again. He lunged after her but she dodged it. I clicked the gun back.

"Go after her again and you'll lose an eye," I said in a calm voice. He turned his glare on me. Lillian didn't look the least bit scared.

"So,
 
cousin
 
what made you do it? Is it because you can't take a few jibes at your height? Were you just jealous that I'm better at pretty much everything than you are? What caused you to do it?" She asked before swinging another punch at his kidney. I was so glad that when she decided to punish me she hadn't done it in a physically harmful way. She was strong for such a little person.

"I did it,
 
Lily,
 
because I just don't like you," he said venomously. They were paying me a lot to spy for them. They treated me like an equal. They gave me power. Lillian frowned.

"If you would have proven yourself you would have been treated like an equal here. No one has more power than someone else around here if that's what you were really after, but you would have belonged, you did belong because we're your family. I hope you know it's your fault that Uncle Brian is dead," she said the last sentence quietly. Isaiah's eyes widened, a look of pure horror. "Yeah Izzy, your father's dead, and do you know whose fault it is?" She waited for a second. "It's yours. You basically killed your own father," I saw the anger rise in her as she finished talking. After she said that she jumped at him, attacking him viciously. He didn't fight back and I saw the haunted look in his eyes.

He was bleeding all over the place when she was done. She leaned over him as he
laid
on the ground. "I want to kill you, but I'm not going to because I know you'll feel much worse if you have to live through what you've done. You're a heartless bastard and I don't know why I didn't see it sooner," she spit on him before walking towards me, taking my hand. The mood was solemn as we walked up the stairs.

So just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers.

Tell me nothing needs to be done- no clocks need winding.

From the book 'A Night without armor' by Jewel.

Lillian

I was sick of all the crap that had been happening recently. I needed to relax, to get away and sleep, to calm my mind and forget about the drama I called life. When had things turned so hectic? When did life get so out of control? When had I lost all sense of peace?

Yet with all that came adventure, excitement, the love of a lifetime- so therefore I couldn't regret it, and wouldn't choose to take back a single minute of it. But I truly did need sleep. I let mom and dad and Brian take care of Isaiah. I wanted nothing more to do with him. He could die, or live, I wouldn't give a damn either way. I had no more room for emotions, no more energy to conjure them up.

I was completely drained.

I went to the funeral.
I couldn't not go to it.
Uncle Brian was so important to me and I was still coming to terms with his death. It would take awhile. I didn't cry or laugh, I didn't do anything. I stood there and let the words seep in one ear and out the other. What did the priest truly know of him anyway? It wasn't like they were extremely close or anything. Or maybe they were
,
what did I really know of Uncle Brian? What did I really know of anyone in my whole family? Everything had gotten turned upside down and backwards in the past few months.

Decklin was a doll through my anti-emotional stage. He
laid
with me in my bed, not speaking, not looking at each other. We just
laid
there, like two dead bodies still breathing and hands clasped together. I knew it wasn't what he
wanted,
I never did come through on my promise to drive him crazy with my mouth. He didn't push me, just as I knew he wouldn't. Rather, he knew it was what I needed and he was looking out for my
well being
.
He could read me
,
he was my other half
. I couldn't even muster up as much love for him as I knew I really felt. It was still there, just hiding.

Then, one day, after about two weeks of this apathetic state, emotions flooded me again. First was the sorrow, so raw and real for my Uncle. Next was the anger at Isaiah and the pure hate and hope he had been killed. And last was the love and hope that I had for both Decklin and myself. He had made mistakes, yet so had
I.
Neither of us would be easy to live with, we would have to make a lot of changes, but we could stick it out. Pure faith in our future overwhelmed me and I turned to him. He was already looking at me, his gaze curious and somewhat timid. I saw the hope that he had too.

I leaned over and kissed him softly. The first real physical interaction we'd had while I went through the numb stage. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. He prolonged the kiss, opening my mouth with his tongue, delving, tantalizing,
making
me come to life again. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine. "I've missed you," he whispered to me. I smiled softly at him, putting my hand on his face and stroking his cheek.

"Thanks for sticking with me," I said quietly back to him. He grinned.

"As if I could ever leave you. You have me wrapped around your little finger, and that is a hard thing to do," he said with amusement in his voice.

"So you'll never leave me?" I asked seriously. The amusement faded from his eyes and his look turned serious.

"Lily, I can't picture my life without you in it. You're pretty much everything good that's ever happened to me," he said, kissing my nose. I smiled slightly up at him. We just stared at each other for awhile, wrapped in each others presence, it was like we'd been apart forever and it was all my fault. "I'll be right back, okay?" He said. I nodded and turned my face up to kiss him again. I felt the passion building between us, the heat boiling low, I wanted more of him than I'd ever wanted of anyone before, physically, mentally and emotionally. "Lil, we have to stop for a minute or I'll never be able to do what I have to do," he said, pulling away reluctantly. I sighed, not hiding my frustration. He grinned his
heart stopping
grin at me. "I love you. I'll be back in a minute… Or ten," and with that he walked out my door.

It was more like an hour when he finally came back. He had a huge smile on his face, yet there was a look in his eye that told me he wasn't feeling so sure of himself. I frowned. "Are you okay?" I asked, sitting up and pushing the hair out of my face. He knelt on the floor by my bed and just stared at me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, you're creeping me out a little bit here," I said to him, running my fingers through his hair and down his face. He leaned his head into my touch.

"I'll be okay if you'll marry me," he finally said. My breath caught in my throat.

"Um, could you repeat that, I don't think my ears are working correctly," I said quite honestly. I'd dreamed of him asking me, but he didn't strike me as the marriage type.

"Will you marry me?" He asked, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a little blue case and opened it, revealing a white gold ring with three diamonds on it. I could only stare at it for a moment, at a loss for words. "It doesn't have to be soon if you don't want, I just know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I hope you feel the same. I mean, we've already been through so much," he started talking really fast. I pulled his head to mine and kissed him.

"Can we elope?" I asked. He looked stunned for a minute, but slowly a smile broke out onto his face.

"If that's what you really want I can call the airlines right now," he said with a laugh, kissing me again.

"It's what I want. Right now, but no airlines. Let's just drive, see where the road takes us, and get married there," I was already sitting up, intending to pack my bags. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

"What about your parents and Brian? I'm sure they'd want to see you get married," he said quietly.

"They know how impulsive I am Deck, they'll expect us to elope," I told him.

"So I went through all the work of asking your dad if it was okay and he won't even be there to give you away?" He asked with a sigh. I stared up at him. I couldn't believe it.

"You asked my dad?" I felt my words choking in my throat.

"Well, yeah. I know your family is a big part of who you are, and if I got their approval I'd be more likely to get a yes from you," he said it as if it were the most logical thing in the world. I smiled at him.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Actually, you haven't. But it's okay. I know you do. I love you too Lily, more than anything," he said kissing me again.

"You'll even love me when I tell you no more sex until we're married?" I asked slyly. He didn't say anything but his jaw dropped a little bit. I pushed it back up.

"You're being serious," it was more of a statement than a question.

"Completely. It'll be more fun on the wedding night then. I wasn't actually planning on having sex until I was married anyway," but then he came along and I got lost in his everything.

"But we can still kiss and stuff right?" He asked hopefully. I laughed.

"We can still kiss."

"And stuff?"

"No 'and stuff' Deck."

"But…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He paced for a minute and then looked up at me and smiled. "Okay, sure. I haven't masturbated since like junior high, but it's probably just like riding a bike, right?" He asked. I laughed, truly laughed.

"Sure Decklin. I'm sure it's just like that. It's not like it's going to take a year for
us to get married or anything
. And you've gone two weeks without sex, I'm sure you can make it however much longer. I believe in you," I told him.

"Alright, well, I guess that's okay," he said.

"I'll go ask dad if he would mind if we eloped. He'd probably be the only one who would have a problem with it really."

"It's kind of weird, asking if you can elope… People usually just do it."

"Well, we're a little bit out of the ordinary in everything else. Why should this be different?" I asked. He smiled at me and ran a hand through my hair.

"I love you Lillian. We'll do this whatever way you want to," he told me. He kissed my mouth lightly.

"Mom! Dad! You can't let her elope. You can't!" Brian protested loudly. I winced.

"Why not?" My dad asked him. I knew none of them were really happy with my request, but Brian was adamantly against it.

"Because I'm never getting married, so I need to see my sister get married, have her big day, see her all dressed up and beautiful," he scowled. "You've taken too much time with her, and now you want to take away what should be a huge thing?" He glared at Decklin.

"It's her choice Brian. I truly don't care what we do," he paused for a second. "As long as we do it soon," he added. I looked up at him and smiled mischievously. He mock glared at me.

"B- Bear, if it means that much to you, we'll have an actual wedding," I told him softly. I wanted to make him happy, he was my other half and we always planned things together. Plus, I had a huge family and they'd all want to be there. Eloping was sounding worse and worse with each passing minute.

"Really?" He asked, looking at me. I nodded.

"Even if you're being selfish, which is my job considering I'm the bride. Aren't I supposed to have everything my way?" I asked teasingly. He shrugged. I turned to my mom. "Can you plan a small wedding for me? I don't want anything to do with it besides walking down the aisle and saying 'I do'," I told her. She nodded.

"Of course I can. How soon is soon?" She asked.

"Tomorrow?" Decklin asked hopefully. I laughed out loud.

"Within the next couple weeks," I told her, going to stand next to Decklin. He frowned at me.

"Why is he so anxious to marry you anyway? I mean, not like he shouldn't be.
But still," my dad asked.

"Do you really want to know daddy?" I asked. He looked unsure.

"You're not pregnant are you?" He asked me. I smiled.

"No, I'm not pregnant. And there's no chance I'll get pregnant until after the wedding," I said, trying to hint to him what was going on. He just stood there with a blank look on his face, so unlike him who was usually sharp. I sighed dramatically.

"Honey, she's withholding sex from him," my mom finally spoke up. My dad's jaw dropped and then twisted into a look of revulsion.

"I don't want to know anything about my daughters sex life, or that she even has one," he said and left the room. I laughed as Brian made a similar disgusted face and left too.

I finally figured out that you're not coming back,

And I'm not going anywhere.

Cauterize- Killing Me lyrics

Brian

As I watched my sister walk down the aisle on her wedding day, looking so damn beautiful and happy I was filled with jealousy. Sure, I was happy for her. Decklin was
alright
after he got over his nasty habit of lying. But I wanted that, a relationship. I came off as the type of guy who just wanted
one night
stands and nothing serious at all. But damn if I didn't want a true relationship, a marriage and kids.