"No," she said quietly. "It's not that....Your father lives miles away.."
"Yeah, and it's not exactly like he's chasing after you either," I mumbled under my breath.
"Ouch...That was a bit harsh," my mother said with a heartless laugh.
"He's not my dad," I said simply, turning away.
"What?" my mother asked, leaning in closer. "Speak up."
"I SAID," I began, loud enough for James to hear. "That DOUCHE BAG is NOT my DAD!!" I shouted out. It was pure anger that took over, I hadn't even meant to say all of that.
I heard the brushing stop and the faucet keep running. Seconds later, James came with a towel over his shoulder and wiped his mouth. He silently stepped into his room and slammed the door.
I cringed at the slam and turned back to the couch. My mother stared at me angrily. "You didn't have to bring him into this, Mirage. James didn't do anything."
"He's here, that's bad enough," I mumbled.
I heard a door bang open and out came James, still shirtless, which strangely set my heart pounding and I shook as he approached. "Oh yeah, Princess? Well you can leave, the door's right over there." He pointed to the door and gave me a daring look.
I turned away with a scoff.
"James," my mother said, shocked. "What's the matter with you? You can't just kick her out!"
James looked down at her slowly and swallowed what seemed like a huge gulp of anger. I watched as his Adam's Apple bobbed up and down, wondering what he would say. Suddenly, he smiled. He grabbed her hand. "Are you coming to bed?"
My mother blushed and patted his chest. "In a bit," she murmured, her face a deep cherry.
"Okay," he said, grinning broadly. "Take your time..." He looked at me with an annoyed look and then turned away.
"Disgusting," I mumbled, turning away.
My mother sighed and grabbed James's arm, and together they walked away, my mother whispering, "Good night," and James turning off the light.
As I snuggled onto the couch in the thick blanket James had provided, I couldn't help but realize that the feeling that outweighed the rest wasn't disgust, or anger...but jealousy. I turned to the balcony overlooking the city and shut my eyes tightly.
I woke up with a sigh and pulled out my cell phone. 3:30AM. I looked around, stretching, and then flopped back down as I realized I was still alone and in the dark. I slowly walked up to the balcony and looked over. The street below was still busy, mainly with taxis and other vehicles, but I sensed a sort of silence about it. It was relaxing, but also had an eerie feel to it.
I leaned over the balcony, too sad to realize I was deathly afraid of heights and how dangerously close I was getting to jumping over completely. I felt the cool air whip my face and shut my eyes. It was all so peaceful, I just felt like falling....Falling.
Suddenly, my stomach didn't feel the hard edge against it any more. My arms waved wildly around me as I realized I was nearly tipping over. I screamed silently and tears of panic rushed to my eyes. I tried to feel at the cool cement under my feet but all I felt was air as I keeled over towards the edge. I was...falling.
I heard a grunt as somebody grabbed me tightly around the waist and pulled me back. I whimpered as I fell face forward onto somebody. I was too afraid to open my eyes, so instead, kept them closed.
Until, somebody shouted, "Are you okay?! Hey! HEY!" I felt a few hard thumps on my back and awoke with a jolt.
I looked into James golden eyes and for once felt relieved to see them. I grabbed him and hugged him close.
He had just save my life. Me.
"Thank-you...Thank-you so much.." I murmured into his bare chest. I didn't care anymore.
For a while James lay there, limp, just letting me cling to him. Then I slowly felt arms close around my waist and he held me tight. I nearly wanted to cry, I felt so happy to actually be there with the douche I had just hated hours ago.
After a few more minutes of holding each other close, I snapped back to reality and pulled away, wiping away my tears self-consciously.
James looked intensely at me for a few more seconds. "Are you okay?" he asked in a quiet, mysteriously gruff voice.
I nodded and hugged my knees against the balcony. He pulled me back and said, "Stay away from there.."
I just sat there as he pulled me close to his side. A few seconds later, the warm sensation that rushed inside me froze as he said harshly, "What the HELL is wrong with you anyway?!...Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" he shouted.