Way Back When - Winx Club Fanfiction

Chapter 13: nothing else to live for

Chapter 13: nothing else to live for

Running back to my house took about 2 minutes tops. All
through my little run, I heard somebody calling out my
name. But I couldn't stop for anyone. I had to think.
I entered the house and jogged up the stairs in a fast pace
that apparently, wasn't fast enough.
"Stella" my mom called out to me below the staircase. I
stopped on about the 10th step, halfway up the stairs and
rolled my eyes before I turned around to face my mother. I
waited for a couple of minutes but got no reply from her.
All she did was stare at me. I just shook my head and made
my way back up the stairs and into my room.
I closed the door and shut my blinds before falling face
first ontop of my bed. I breathed in and out and turned
my head to the side to breathe better. I stayed that way
for about 3 minutes before my mother called out to me
again.
I groaned loudly and got off of the bed and slouched as I
walked out the door and to the balcony that gave us an over
view of almost everything down stairs.
I put my hands against the rails of the balcony before
summoning the most grouchy and obnoxious side of my voice.
With one last breath, I closed my eyes tight and spoke or
more like screamed.
"Gods mother what do you want!" I said until I was met
with another deafening moment of silence. I lifted an eye
lid to see my mother with a shocked look covering her
porcelain like face.
"Um" she began "your... friend is here?" she spoke the words
with such confusion and an awkward expression when she
said the word friend.
"Friend?" I asked as she moved to the side and revealed
Mr. Fart face himself. Brandon had a look of sympathy on
his face that really confused me. It's not like somebody
died, so why is he staring at me like that?
And we most definitely aren't friends. This is something I
had to clear up right away. I don't want my mother to get
the wrong idea. "Ma, that living moron, is not my friend" I
said as I waved them off and made my way back to my
room.
But my mothers' next words made me stop and turn back
around. "Oh c'mon Stella, he ran all the way here just to see
you." I walked back over to the railing and leaned on it as
I stared at Brandon with a confused expression on my face.
"what?"
She cleared her voice before speaking again. "He ran all the
way over here just to see you" I blinked a couple of times
before I shook my head and sighed. "Fine" I said, feeling
bad for my rude comments and attitude. I just wasn't in a
good mood.
"Get up here, and hurry before I change my mind." I said
while walking by the stairs. He looked at me with a face full
of amazement that I found really cute, but I was able to
put on an expressionless face to hide the fact that I was
very elated to know he ran all the way over here just to see
me.
He nodded and started to make his way up the stairs before
my mother put a hand on his shoulder causing him to stop.
"Have we met before?" my mother asked him.
Brandon thought for a minute before looking back at my
mother and shrugging. "I don't know, you look really
familiar but I can't really remember." Mother nodded and
released Brandon from her grasp before making her way
back to the kitchen.
With one last glance at my mom, Brandon jogged his way up
the stairs to where I was standing. "Hey" he said
breathlessly as he stared at me.
I looked back at him and pursed my lips in a duck like
manner before looking him up and down with my eyes half
closed to make me look like I was glaring. "Sup". I said as I
walked through the hallway and into the room signaling
Brandon to follow me with a small tilt of my head.
Brandon followed lead and we made our way towards the
room. I couldn't help but notice the way Brandon looked
around the house with amazement. Pshhh, like he's never
seen a 4 story house. He probably lives in one himself.
I just shook my head and turned the fancy silver knob of
room before pushing the door open and stepping aside so he
could enter.
We made our way into the room where he looked even more
amazed. I saw him look over to the bed and then back to
me. "what" I asked him snapping him out of his gaze.
Brandon looked a little startled. "Nothing it's just that,
you, you sleep in that? He said motioning to my king sized
bed ontop of the platform in the center of the room.
I looked over to the bed and then back to Brandon. "Why,
you don't?" I asked. Brandon shook his head and pushed
out the white chair by my desk. I backed up and sat on the
second step of my bed. I just stared at Brandon for a while
trying to read the expression on his face.
He looked very confused at the moments, his eyes observing
everything in the room, and zeroing on the picture on my
desk. He tilted his head a little and moved forward before
pointing a finger at the frame and looking back at me.
I looked at the picture as well. "He's just some kid I used to
eat ice cream every day when I was little." I said shrugging.
Brandon looked a little offended though I didn't really
know why. He looked back at me, about to say something
that never came out.
Well this is akward.
I coughed a little and cleared my throat as I watched him
stare at the photo one more time.
What's up with this guy. It's just a picture of me and my old
bud eating ice cream together.
I decided to start a conversation since this room was filled
with whole hearted awkwardness. I moved up to the third
step of the bed and started fiddling with my fingers. "So,
what brings you here?"
"Huh?" he said confused.
I hated repeating myself. It made me feel like they didn't
really care about what I was saying. I rolled my eyes before
speaking again. "why did you run all the way over here?"
Brandon sat up straight and stared at the ground. "I
thought that you'd want somebody to talk to"
"What?" I said obviously confused.
He shifted in his seat a little before looking up at me. He
held his gaze on me steadily and continued talking. "I
thought that you'd want someone to talk to"
I shrugged and shifted a little more, I was obviously
uncomfortable and was silently praying for him to change
the subject. I took a deep breath. "I don't know what you're
tal-"
"Don't lie to me Stella"
"huh" I was a little startled by the seriousness in his voice.
He continued speaking. "I saw what happened with your
father... and that women."
Gods, I should've known it was him screaming my name out
as I ran. "So" I said trying to act tough but it was as if
Brandon could see right through me. "Okay" I sighed
defeated "I do feel bad and officially hate their guts.
Brandon got up from the seat and walked towards me
before kneeling so we were face to face.
He put two comforting hands on my shoulder before pulling
me into his embrace.
"Whaaaa?" I said shocked at his sudden motive. Brandon
held onto me tight. "You can tell me anything Stella"
Okay, now I'm really confused, and freaked out, so very
freaked out.
But I liked the feeling if me in is arms. It makes me feel...
complete.
Though Brandon was hugging me, I didn't hug him back. I
just let my hands fall to my sides and buried my head into
the crook of his neck.
Suddenly, I heard the door open.
Aww crap... here it comes.
"Stella I brought you two some-" my mother stared at us
with a confused face.
Brandon was still hugging me but I was staring at my
mother. Suddenly, my mother reached into her back pocket
and took out her phone.
I stared at her with confusion before I heard a click and
saw a flash.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I screamed as I pushed
Brandon off shocking him. My mother giggled feverishly as
she put the tray of cookies by my vanity. "Oh-hoo-hoo this
is so going in my Face book" she said as she walked out of
the door "hmm I wonder how many likes this will get?"
I rolled my eyes at my mothers' childish behavior and
walked over to Brandon to help him up. "Thanks" he said to
me as he stood up
We walked over to the vanity and ate some of the cookies
and just talked for a while. All through our conversation,
Brandon kept taking glances towards the direction of the
frame. I decided that he thought I looked cute when I was
a toddler and didn't question him about it.
Before we knew it, it was 8 pm and Brandon had to leave.
It sort of bummed me out that he had to leave already but
I decided not to show it.
Brandon walked over to me and spread out his arms as I
backed up. "Whoa bro whoa" I said leaning against my table
as Brandon looked at me confused. I guess he forgot that
we were nothing but friends, if we are even to be called
friends.
I'm not even sure what my relationship with Brandon is
anymore. I put my hand in a fist and put it out towards
Brandon as he looked it with confusion plastered all over his
face. After about 2 minutes, he finally understood that I
meant for him to give me a fist pump.
He clenched his fist and bumped it against mine before
turning around towards the door and then stopping.
"Stella" he said while looking to the side.
"Hmm" I replied while looking at him.
Brandon took a deep breath before speaking once again
"you really don't remember don't you"
My already curled smile turned into a straight line as he
continued speaking. "Its' okay." Was the last thing he said
before fully exiting the room and walking towards his house.
I leaned against the table and crossed my arms.
Remember what?
...
I woke up to the sound of my parents screaming at
eachother.
"I don't care about what you say Radious, you're never here.
Where were you when we needed you?" My mother screamed
to my father "wait, don't tell me, I don't even want to
know!"
I tiptoed toward the door and opened it slightly before
walking towards the balcony and leaning on the floor. I saw
my father in his casual wear and my mother in her
pajamas, them arguing while my father had a duffel bag on
his shoulder and a hand on the doorknob.
My mom continued scolding my dad. "Where the heck do you
plan on going at 5 am in the morning.
I raised my eyebrow at this and pursed my lips. Probably
out with your overdressed girlfriend and her slut like
daughter.
I waited patiently, eager to hear my father's excuse. My
mother isn't as easy to lie to, so his excuse better be good.
Even if it was, I already knew that he was in the wrong.
And he knew it too.
"It's nothing important" my father said as he turned the
knob.
"Yes it is!" my mother said as she pushed the door close and
stood infront of my father. "this is ridiculous Radious,
you're never home! Tell me Radious is there another
woman?"
Ding ding ding!
My father rolled his eyes and pushed my mother aside
"Don't be ridiculous Luna"
My mother followed him out. "Oh yes, there is isn't there I
know" My father ignored her and kept walking. "You can't
walk away from me, get back here!" She screamed
"Radious... RADIOUS!" my mother shouted so loud, I was
almost sure that all the windows would bring.
"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she yelled as she stormed back into
the house and slammed the door.
I took deep breath and wiped my eyes before getting back
up and walking over to my room and then stopping.
I couldn't do this. I had to know.
I walked back into my room and quickly changed into some
jeans and a sweat shirt. I put on some converse and
grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys before walking out to
the hallway.
I made sure to be extra quite as I walked down the stairs. I
heard my mother's sniffles from the dining room. I had to
refrain myself from going in there and hugging her. For
now, this was more important.... To me atleast.
I made my way out of the house and walked over to the
park. I saw my father walking away towards this direction,
and if I am right, he went over to the storage house by the
clinic.
I crossed the street and tightened my grip on my sweat
shirt. Gaaaahhhh. I should've worn better clothes.
I stopped in the middle of the street and looked up at the
sky to see that it was nearly sunrise. Look at me. What am I
doing walking through the streets of Gardenia at 5 in the
morning. Oh right. Following my idiotic, cheating, and half
broke dad.
My dad doesn't even work. Everything we've got is either
from my mom's money, or mine.
I continued my journey towards the storage house to find
that I was right. The light was on in the blue and red garage
and our car was parked there.
I shook my head and ran across the street over the
oversized window giving me a perfect view of everything I
needed to see.
There, stood my father with that woman and her daughter.
All three of them were surrounding the duffle bag as if it
had all the treasures of the world hidden in it.
I watched as my father opened the duffle bag to reveal
about 2/3 of our family's life savings as well as my mothers,
mine, and my father clothes along with canned goods.
I watched as the raven haired girl picked up one of my
favorites blouses and smile to herself. I glared at her,
practically burning holes through her back.
Ha, as if that could even fit you.
I turned over to my father and that woman. The lady
picked up one of my mother's diamond necklaces and
examined it as my father looked at her, very pleased with
himself.
I looked around the storage house through the window and
saw that these people have almost all our belongings. The old
sofa, the 2 spare king beds, my old mattresses, our clothes,
a stove, and our food.
My mouth opened like a gaping fish as I spotted my favorite
wedges that I supposedly lost on the girls feet. She doesn't
even look good in them!
I scrunched my face and shook my head as tears
threatened to pour out. I was able to refrain myself from
crying. Those people aren't worth my tears.
My father practically started a new family and stole our
belongings. The reason he was never around our family, was
because he started another.
Unbelievable!
I turned around and leaned against the metal wall as I
allowed myself to slip into the ground.
I opened up my phone and saw the wallpaper of my mother,
father, and I on one of our trips. I looked into my fathers'
eyes and read his smile. Fake, it was all fake.
I should've known.
I pushed my bangs out of my face and slumped a little
before I started drifting off.
Look at me. My family is a mess, my health loves playing
games, that slutty butt has my favorite wedges, my mother
is slipping away, and my father is practically robbing us.
I took a deep breath and let the cold air consume me.
What else is there to live for?