My life wasn’t a goofy, bubblegum, teen romance novel. It was a melodramatic horror story tragedy with a windstorm of angst.
I hated it.
My mom tried to talk to me, saying some crap about “protecting me from getting attached” to people she dated until she knew he was “Mr. Right”, which, by the way, was the asshole she was mugging down at the movie theater. Woo. The jerk’s name was Jack Bennington. I wanted to ask her if she thought it was a bit twisted that he looked just like Dad.
Dad went on to give some lecture about me living in my own dreamworld and that I needed to figure out that he was never meant for my mother. Uh huh. Thanks, Dad. That really made me feel better. It was like I was some big rando accident and all of their lives would have been better if I’d never been born.
I was pleasantly crying on my bed, throwing myself the best pity party of the century (I had a right to do this, you know…) when Uncle Beau knocked on my door.
“Dammit, just leave me alone!” I cried.
But my uncle never took hints. Even in-your-face yelling, so I felt him jiggle my bed while I tried to ignore his presence.
“Baby girl, I owe you a huge apology.”
Sniffing, I asked, “What? That you like to fuck my dad? I already knew that when I was a kid.” I wouldn’t look at him. I couldn’t.
I heard him sigh then he said, “I shouldn’t have run away from our family. I just couldn’t believe your father would really want someone like me. Not when he had your mother and you…I thought if I left, you would get your dream. And so would my sister. I honestly believed you would have that happy family you always craved and maybe a sibling or two down the road.”
Wiping my eyes, I said, “So…you left…because of me?” I knew I was the whole reason Dad and Uncle Beau broke up. I never really wanted that to happen. Not back then anyway.
“Well, it wasn’t just about you…my sister…your mom…was in love with your father. Always had been. It was like we were rivals, vying for his love almost the whole time we’d been friends. But when we were reunited, I couldn’t make Briar sad anymore. I thought I’d lost her …and her heartache was too much for me witness…so I left. I truly wanted her happiness. And yours.
“But what I didn’t realize and honestly didn’t believe in was fate. But I do now.”
I looked at him, glaring. “Oh, please don’t give me ‘it was fate’ crap or I swear, I’ll throw things.”
“Hey, I never believed in it either, Lexie, but…I do now. How can you explain how someone like your father would love me all this time? Even when I ran away and dated other people. It’s been six years. Six! We’re meant to be and neither me nor him nor you nor my sister can stop it. We should have gotten married right away back then. I regret that, but I can’t change the past.”
I shook my head. “So was it fate that brought me into the world?”
“Yes! Especially you, Lexie. You’re the best thing that’s happened to our family. My sister and your father were meant to be together in that special moment of time for, if nothing else, to bring you into this world. I have no doubt about that now. You don’t have to believe it. It’s not something I can talk you into. It’s faith. You either have it or you don’t. But I know there’s someone out there for you who has been chosen just for you and nothing you do or don’t do will stop that relationship from happening. Mark my words.”
I sat there with my mouth open like a fish flung out of the water and didn’t say anything.
Finally, Uncle Beau lifted his hand and changed the subject.”Hey…you want some ice cream? I bought your favorite–Sin City.” He flicked his fingers, beckoning. “Come on.”
Who could say no to the delicious combo of cashews, Brazil and hazel nuts swirled up in a bow with luscious sinful caramel and chocolate fudge? Not me.
My mouth watered, so I let him lead me to the ice cream trough.
Bribery was a good thing, I’d decided.
As I walked out of my bedroom, I thought about it. I mean, I loved my uncle. And inside, I wasn’t too upset about all of this because deep down, I knew my dad loved him. I’d just wanted the fantasy. I’d bought the tickets, sat in the front row, and thought for sure I’d get to watch. But the show was cancelled. Was I sad? Disappointed? YES! With dozens of exclamation points!!!!! But the consolation wasn’t too terrible.
Or so I thought.
Unfortunately, fast forward a few weeks and my parents (all three of them), sat me down to drop a bomb on Lexietown.
We were moving to San Myshuno.
I was incinerated on the spot.
I’d texted Cory that I had some bad news and to meet me at the skate park. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize it was going to rain.
Just add that to my “Sucks-to-be-me” list I’d been keeping. That piece of paper was about a mile long. I was cold, shivering in the pouring sheets of rain.
I saw out of the corner of my eye my boyfriend walking toward me. I just couldn’t look at him or I’d burst into a puddle of tears and the whole place would flood.
“Lexie? Are you okay?” he asked. Why didn’t fate want me to be with him? I finally found someone who I loved being around. Hell, I’d never had any boy like me so just that fact made him obscenely perfect even without his self-sacrificing-knight-in-shining-armor qualities.
“I’m moving.” There. I said it.
“Where?” Cory asked.
His face made me wince. Why did he have to look so sad? It was like I’d kicked a helpless kitten. I tried to change my parents’ minds and make them stay. It was just for two more years! But they were adamant that they should have left a long time ago and they weren’t waiting one more month.
I was doomed.
“To San Myshuno,” I answered. “My folks are from that city. All my family lives there, too, so, yeah…it sucks.” The rain seemed to pick up right after I said “sucks”. Thanks, God. Way to make my life even more miserable.
Suddenly, the rain stopped pelting me. I looked up to see my sweet boyfriend giving me a half smile and reaching his hand out all the while letting the umbrella shield me while he got drenched.
“Come here,” he said. He didn’t whine at me about how life bites or tell me he was out of his mind miserable at the news. He just simply held out a comforting hand and kept the rain from soaking me even further.
I stared at his hand. It was a hand I wanted to hold me for the rest of my life. I felt that way only in that moment and probably wouldn’t feel that way again. So, I didn’t want what was going to happen once I took it because I knew I’d have to say good-bye to him.
But he didn’t take it back.
Biting my lip, I grasped his fingers and looked into his eyes. My vision blurred.
The sky darkened as I heard thunder rumble in the distance.
Pulling me toward him, he said, “Don’t be sad.” Then he kissed me trying to make me feel better.
In that moment, I prayed that somehow God would work a miracle of fate. That Cory and I could be together forever one day.
If Uncle Beau could believe in fate, why couldn’t I?