When Destiny Calls

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Chapter 6 (v.1)

Submitted: April 03, 2010

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Chapter 6
Okay, contrary to what anybody may think, I did NOT fall into a depression like Bella did, okay? I mean, yeah, I had realised (in horror) that my life had turned out to be scarily similar to Bella’s in Twilight.
 
But instead of describing my agony in great detail like Bella did, I felt okay. I mean, yeah, he kissed me and I kissed him back and we loved each other, but it wasn’t like he broke up with me or anything (like Edward did with Bella). We were still technically together.
 
But in a way, him leaving sucked majorly. It was like Fate was saying, “Here’s the thing you’ve always wanted: a guy who loves you, and whom you love back equally, and his family whom adores you. But hey, guess what? YOU CAN’T HAVE IT. NEH-NEH-NEE-NEH-NEH.”
 
In other words, I was being reminded of what I could never have.
 
I was beginning to think love was just a big cruel joke.
 
Besides, after I went into the house that day I realised many important facts, namely:
 
- The odds were stacked against us. I mean, seriously. He would be moving around a lot, and we would seldom see each other.
 
- Plus he was older than me by a hundred years or so, and I know for a fact Mom would freak out if I brought an older guy home.
 
- I would have to wait for him forever, since once they left, they could not come back, unless they did it soon, because then everyone would be wondering why Richard and Carleigha still looked so young.
 
And so much more, but after thinking about these three points alone, I decided not to think about it anymore.
 
I spent the next few days in bed, just staring at the ceiling and rewinding the days when life wasn’t complicated, and the Callahan’s were still in Forks.
 
And also, when my spirit sisters didn’t hate my guts (They were now full-on ignoring me, and I did the same).
 
After The Incident, it was obvious I couldn’t go back to sitting with them at lunch, nor in classes. I took a chance and plopped down in a seat at my old table.
 
“Hey guys.” I tried to inject some cheerfulness in my voice, but it ended up coming out all wrong, like I was one of those freakishly happy people on TV. “Can I sit here?”
 
“Sure, Viv,” Sandra said kindly, but I could feel Leah’s horrified stare bore into me as I casually ate my spaghetti which tasted like cardboard.
 
“So what brings you here to our humble table today?” Todd muttered. I suddenly heard him yelp in pain and saw Ashley’s face give a warning glance.
 
“I, I just decided to sit here again,” I replied lamely. “Besides, Anthony and his family are gone now……”
 
Sandra shot me a concerned look. “Were you sort of together? Because it kind of seemed that way from here.”
 
I smiled at her. A real smile. I mean, yeah, he was gone, but we were still in love with each other. So I didn’t feel any real pain, just sadness, and a little nausea, since I knew there was a huge possibility it might not work out.
 
And it would be just like Maid 4 Hire all over again.
 
“We were,” I said calmly, focusing my energy on her face instead of thinking more. Had she cut her hair? “And we still are.”
 
“Then maybe you should go back to their table,” Leah said coldly. “It’s empty now anyway.”
 
“Leah!” Sandra said.
 
“I’m sorry, she’s right,” I said. How stupid of me. I’d suddenly abandoned my friends for people they’d repeatedly told me to stay away from – first the Callahan’s and then Morgan’s group – and I expected them to forgive me and take me back?
 
How big of an idiot was I?
 
“No, stay, Viv,” Sandra said pleadingly.
 
“Leah’s right.” Ben, the guy who’d been hitting on me everyday before I found out about Anthony’s family, looked at me with a disgusted glance. “She belongs with the weirdoes at their table.”
 
Ashley kept her eyes on her lap.
 
“I’m sorry, Viv.” She said. “It’s not good for us to be seen with you.”
 
Sandra stood up.
 
“Has everyone gone mad?” she demanded. “Who cares what other people think? Vivian’s our friend.”
 
“It’s okay, Sandra. I’ll just go now,” I said, picking up my tray. I hurried away before anyone could see the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.
 
*****
From then on, I spent lunch at the Callahan’s table. As much as it pained to be reminded of them, and have Morgan’s group just next to me, I had no choice.
 
I had no where else to go.
 
I realised soon that my friends wouldn’t have abandoned me if I hadn’t been a witch, or with Anthony. In a way, being myself caused me to lose my friends.
 
It was that realisation that made each day unbearable.
 
At home, all I could do was lie in bed and cry, or just feel empty inside. What did I have left? Nothing.
 
One day, as I lay in bed doing nothing in particular, I suddenly recalled what Keith had said once.
 
“Vivian,” Keith had come into my room to try to “talk me out of my misery” – I’d overheard him talking with Mom (speaking of whom, was also worried about my “apparent depression”. She was concerned it had something to do with moving to Forks or being away from home, and had half-wanted to fly me back to New York, but I had adamantly refused – I couldn’t selfishly take away her dream again). “You need to stop this. I’m worried about you.”
 
“Stop what?” I had said bluntly.
 
“This……wallowing.” He settled for this word. “I know you’ve fallen out with all your friends, but you could make new ones. It’s not the end of the world, you know.”
 
I had smiled weakly. “Haha, Dad.”
 
“I’m serious. You need to get out of the house. Visit someone. Go out.”
 
“I don’t want to do anything that reminds me of them,” I had informed him. “I don’t care what you say, unless you can suggest something reasonable, like losing my memory or something.”
 
He sighed. “Just try to cheer up.” With that he had walked out.
 
Yeah, thanks. That helped a lot.
 
I thought about Anthony. He made me happy. He always knew what to do or what to say. He was just misunderstood. When I first saw him, the furthest thing from my mind was that he was a vampire trying not to hurt anyone. I mean, not everyone liked him, like the girls, Tyler –
 
Tyler!
 
I sat up. I could go see him. Anything to take my mind off things.
 
But the last time I saw him, I had cruelly blown him off, to make a first good impression on my friends. I mean, he didn’t know that, but I did.
 
Huh. Funny how it seemed so important back then, and not so now.
 
Guilt still stabbed me. I should go see him. Besides, I never once mentioned Tyler to any of my spirit sisters.
 
Mostly because I didn’t think about him.
 
Yup. I would see Tyler.
 
I got on the phone as fast as I could and punched in the numbers.
 
“Hello, Officer Mullen speaking.”
 
“Officer Mullen? This is Vivian Jona – Uh, Winterman speaking. Is my dad around?”
 
“Sure, dear, hold a sec – Chief! It’s Vivian on the line!” I heard him say. A few unidentified sounds later, Keith was on the phone.
 
“Vivian? What’s wrong, honey? What’s happened?”
 
“Nothing’s happened, Dad,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I just want to know the address to Tyler’s house.”
 
“Tyler?”
 
“Yeah, Tyler. As in Tyler Sheridan? I haven’t seen him for months or something.”
 
A long pause.
 
“Sure, Vivian.” He still sounded perplexed. “Get a pen and write this down.”
 
After informing me of everything that I needed, he added, “And Viv? Take the car. The keys are in the top drawer at the end of the hallway. You’re legit, right?”
 
“Sure,” I said. “Thanks, Dad.”
 
“Have fun.” Click.
 
I got out a bag, and stuffed in my wallet, and other things. What could I bring? It had been months since I saw him. I didn’t even know if he would welcome me back or not.
 
Just like my friends.
 
I gulped. That thought made me walk faster to the car.

Hi everyone, sorry for not updating. I hope you like the chapter, I know it's shorter than usual, but I'm trying to figure out the next step for Vivian, so please be patient with me. Comment please!


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