Warning: Foul language, potentially offensive remarks (which doesn’t represent author’s views).
Not long after Mom’s funeral I was still very down and felt numb. It was hard dealing with the loss of your parent, doubly so when she was so young, to young to of died. I hope I won’t die at 40, and that I’m not going to have cancer. But then again if Becca had been here, she’d totally have presented me with all the reasons why I was geneticly prone to it. Uh, biology… Never failing to drain all the optimisim I’d had in me.
After coming back ‘home’, presuming home is where the people closest to you are, I was surprised to of learned that my father bought me a house. He said that I was a young man and he’d rather not have me at home with him. Which basically means Aunt Candy is stuck caring for him on her own. Can’t say I envy her but I decided to role with it after all so I started looking for a job, again having no idea what I want to do with my life. Accept that this time it was different. For Clint left for Bridgeport saying he wants to go on with his career. It’s tough dealing with this new reality. Without Clint, without Becca, and without uncles Frank and Waylon who were still in Starlight Shores. Most importantly now forever without Mom. I was having it hard to addjust.
It had only been few days of me living in this new home all on my own and I’d been feeling extremely lonely. The quiet scared me and made me uncomfortable. The logical step was to invite the last person of are group who was still in close proximity. Who happened to be Shari.
“Oh, so that’s what it looks like,” were her first words when she stepped in. She looked flawless as usual. But she was also tense which was clearly visable in the aggressively red aura that surrounded her. I could see it clearly.
“It’s not the best… Hi Shari, how are you?” I said frowning a bit, gesturing for her to come inside. Then we awkwardly sat on the sofa. Somehow it felt weird meeting in real after all these talks through Facetime.
“It should have been me asking this question,” she half-joked although her tone was clearly sad and devoid of any humor. “I’m not the one who lost her mother days ago.”
“I miss her,” I said simply. “But we all some how knew it was coming.”
“It’s hard to face the facts,” she noted. “But tell me all about you. It’s so good… seeing you… again… after all this time.” I could not help but pay attention to her habit of playing with a ring on her finger after one or acouple words, which was apparently meant to ease the stress. Wait… The ring. On her ring finger. Could that be…?
“Could you show me…” Noticing what I was looking at Shari quickly raised her hand to hide it from me. But it was to late. I reached for her hand and caught it by the wrist. Then I pulled it into examine the ring. She was to weak to pull it away from me.
“I can’t believe it,” I said hesitantly brushing my finger across the ring as if it had been prone to disappear like a ghost the moment I touched it. But it didn’t. “You didn’t tell me about you’re engagement?” I couldn’t keep the disappointment and hurt of my voice.
“You see, that’s why. I knew you’d have a problem with it.”
“I’d have a problem with it? Do you not? Shari I…” I felt so bad that I couldn’t even find the right words to tell her all about it. “Cancel it. The engagement I mean.”
“What? But Ron…”
“It’s for your own good Shari. Your making a huge mistake!” At that moment her eyes got darker of anger and she rapidly stood up. Her head was barely at the height of my shoulder and I’d have probably laughed it of had I not been so hurt.
“Oh really? Tell me all about it how I’m making a mistake wanting to marry the man I love!”
“I don’t have to tell you anything. It’s you who owes me explanations. Ever since that day you dumped without a reason… Shari their is still a way outta it. Just tell me why and we can work it out…”
“I told you that first loves never work out. It was for the best. We avoided heart break and…”
“How could we avoid it? Shari you’ve already broken my heart once and you’re doing it again… Your confused.”
“Confused huh? Maybe I made the wise choice. You know? I should of never gotten together with you. Not with a psycho who can’t let a girl go without acting like a possesive douche bag!” She turned around to hide the tears which I had noticed started falling down her cheeks.
I’d of probably felt sorry and I’d of tried to comfort her… That is, if I hadn’t been that mad at her for refusing to accept the reality. So in my usual manner I spoke without giving it a second thought.
“I bet your pregnant with him! Just like your dumb mother, no basic knowledge of safe fucking whatsoever!” Shari turned round to face me. She looked completely shocked with her makeup totally spoiled by the tears. As if it’d been a horror movie.
“I wanted to be friends with you. I really did. But you know what Ron? You can forget about it. Forget about me.” With that, she shut the door leaving me alone with the realization sinking in of what I had done.
At first I wanted to run after her. Run after her and apologize. But then I knew that wouldn’t help. After realizing I screwed it I sat heavily on the sofa and covered my face with my hands.
How I wished I could of turnt back time and taken my words back. I didn’t mean them. Not at all. I loved Shari and I loved Aunt Candy. I than realized how I would be even more screwed if she decided to tell her mother. And I worried that might be a possibility which made me feel even worse. I loved Shari with all my heart and yet I treated like her like she was nothing but a whore who got pregnant with random guys after causal sex with out any thinking over the consequences. I was torn between feeling bad about treating Shari in a way which was obviously wrong and the fact that I knew my reasoning was right. I knew Shari still loved me, it showed in her every jesture, how she felt bad about the engagement and tried to hide it from me, and how she said “maybe” instead of firmly keeping her stance. I knew she was making a bad decision. If she’d had any doubt about her engagement, she shouldn’t of agreed to marry the guy in the first place. It had only been a couple of months since I left for Bridgeport. She should of given it a second thought. I could swear I didn’t misinterpret her signals. I lived with her all my life and I knew her to well. What was confusing me were her reasons for ditching me that memorable day at the end of high school. That was something that I couldn’t rap my mind around no matter how much I tried. There was something really bad about it and I felt like it was a decision she didn’t really make herself, it was so sudden. What made her do it? What made her ditch me and get engaged in such a short time after ending our longtime relationship?
Congratulations Ron. You’ve finally managed to find a solution to this problem. Now you’ll never get her to open up to you. But… I’m at least going to try. I can’t just let her make bad choices and do nothing bout it. She needs me and at any cost, I’m going to find a way outta it.
Note: Hello! I’m here to ramble even more, ’cause you know, this chapter is so short it just needs rambling to balance it out.
So, as you probably noticed, it’s the first time I used the height slider on a larger scale and despite maaany issues I had with the poses because of it, I’m truly loving the effect. I always imagined first Candy, and then her daughter, as curvy, albeit really short women and I could reach the desired effect here with her looking like a little doll next to Ron. I hope you like it, too. I can say I didn’t quite understand how much people loved having their characters have different heights, and I still don’t fully understand it, but in this case, it just feels so satisfying. Of course that means it’ll cost me a lot of work along the way and I’m going to add even more poses to my growing stock of the ones I haven’t uploaded yet, currently around 60. Man, I wish I had more time to finish all my projects! Anyway, this was a short one (not that I could manage to publish twice a week with how long the bonus was). Hope you enjoyed it! ♥