Bloody Mary

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Chapter Twelve: Part Two


"Michael, she's coming back to get me," I whispered to him as we both sat down on the couch, while he rubbed my back soothingly.


I woke up because of a nightmare, and as usual... It was because of Violet.


I already told Michael that I remembered the past, though I was flustered, I told him what I remembered first anyway.


But he was obviously hiding something from me, which bugged me off.


"I won't let her," he whispered hoarsely.


I sighed and tried to convince myself what he said was true, but somehow I knew deep inside that Violet was stronger than Michael for some reason.


"Let's go back... please?" I begged.


He looked into my eyes and then nodded without a single word.


We packed our bags and we left Boston. I couldn't stand another day staying at a place where many people died because of me.


The drive back to Ashford was long, and all I did was watch Michael as he drove slowly and he was focused on the road. We didn't speak, and the silence killed me.


He wouldn't even take a look at me, and I wondered why I was begging for his attention. All I could think was; Michael! Look at me!


But nothing. He was thinking so hard, not even noticing that he has someone on the passenger seat.


"Michael..." I whispered calling his name. But he didn't budge.


"Michael." I tried again.


Nothing.


"Michael!" I yelled, and then he flinched— but he didn't look at me. And that annoyed the heck out of me.


He cleared his throat, "What?"


"What's got you thinking so hard?" I complained, huffing.


"Nothing," he responded, still focusing on what's front.


Can't he take a single glimpse?


"Look at me," I begged. I didn't know why, but I was desperate for him to look at me. So, so desperate.


"No," he said sternly.


I grew furious. "Michael, damn it! Look at me, please?!" I pleaded, hitting him on the arm softly.


And then he did, but damn I wished he didn't. And he knew he shouldn't have looked at me. But I was too persistent, and it costed me heartbreak.


"Thanks for tonight, Andrew," I said, giggling.


He smiled widely at me and grabbed my hand with his, as his other was on the wheel. "You deserve this, babe."


I frowned. "No, I don't."


He sighed and then pulled over on the side. "Look at me," he ordered, and I complied.


"You deserve to be happy, okay? And I love you to death. You deserve to be cherished, and loved— you deserve happiness, Mary. And damn it! Stop thinking about the past, okay? You're not dirty, you're the same pure Mary that I really really love— and I'm glad you trusted me enough to make love to you." He took my face by his hands and kissed me sweetly.


I swear I could've melted.


"You're the only exception," I said honestly.


"I'm glad you feel the same way."


"I hope it's over." I mumbled, looking away from him as he focused on the road again.



He cleared his throat, "I hope so." But he sounded so unsure.


"I wanna marry you," I whispered, gazing at him.


He looked at me with a shocked expression, and then he smirked. "I know I'm hot and all, babe... but being proposed at? Now, that's something I never thought would happen." He chuckled.


I laughed, and smiled at him, my eyes coated with love and care. "I love you."


"I love you, forever and ever. I don't think I could love anyone more as I love you. You will always be my first, and my last."


I felt like crying. I felt like breaking down. He was so good to me, and I was undeserving of him. He gave me his purity, but I lost mine to someone I didn't even love. I still felt dirty, but I didn't say more of it.


I felt used and broken. But he slowly fixed me, and he slowly made me rise again.


"What did I do to have you?" I asked, tears threatening to fall down.


He chuckled, "No... What did I do to have you?" He emphasised the 'I' and that made me laugh softly.


"Seriously, Andrew..."


"You did nothing... But you gave me the whole world, and the reason to live."


Sometimes I wonder if I'm the girl... He sounds so much like a girl rather than me.


I just nodded in response, and then he sang me a song he usually sang when he wanted to say something to me. But it was in his native language, though I already knew the translation.


"Kung inaakala mo..." He started with the chorus. I smiled. "Na'ng pag-ibig ko'y magbabago, itaga mo Sa bato, dumaan man ang maraming pasko. Kahit na, di mo na abot ang sahig, kahit na, di mo na'ko marinig. Ikaw pa rin... ang buhay ko..."


'If you think that my love for you will change, engrave it on the stone, even if a lot of Christmas will pass. Even though you can't reach the floor, even if you can't hear me anymore... You will still be my life.'


I honestly had a hard time translating all of those. I had to ask his mum, his dad, and his sister and brother. It was difficult, but I got it anyway... Though some of my words were practically wrong I guess.


"My life," I said, smiling.


"My life..." he repeated.


I sighed in content, loving every moment of the comfortable silence.


"Andrew," I whispered.


"Hmmm?"


"Mahal Kita," I said, blushing. I wasn't sure if it sounded right. I wasn't sure if I said the words correctly. I wasn't sure if I pronounced it right.


He chuckled, "I love you more."


"Did I say it right?" I asked sheepishly.


"You said it very right, love." He chuckled.


"Liar," I accused amusingly.


"It was cute... very cute," he said.


"God, I love you so much."


"But not as much as I love you," he winked.


I blushed more in response. God, I loved Andrew so much.


It became silent again, but I felt a tug on my gut, making me feel uncomfortable. And I knew that that feeling was like the feeling I got when each of the person I have ever loved, died... or is about to die.


I looked at Andrew in fear, but before I could say anything we crossed the intersection, and a truck came my way.


Andrew tried so hard to get away from it, but then he looked at me and his eyes screamed 'I'm sorry, goodbye. I love you.'


I cried internally, and then I lost consciousness. My heart metaphorically breaking into tiny pieces like shattered glass.


— ※


The light blinded me as I slowly opened my eyes. I felt weak and I felt pain all over my body, but more on my stomach.


Am I dead?


Am I alive?


"Ms. Levine?" A raspy voice called.


I looked at a stranger's blue eyes, and I squinted.


"Where am I?"


"You're in the hospital. I'm Dr. Lucas Robinson. Your aunt just left, but she will be back soon."


I nodded, trying to recall the last events.


And then it doomed me.


Andrew.


"W-where's Andrew...?"


The doctor sighed. "I really hate this job when it comes to this," he muttered.


"He's dead, isn't he?" I asked, broken.


"I'm very sorry..."


I nodded, tears unknowingly streaming down my face.


"B-but... How did he die? I was supposed to be the one who'd be dead by now." I cried. "It hit me on my side!" I growled.


"That's a mystery, Ms. Levine. But Mr. Sanchez... suffered a severe head injury, and broken bones. We tried to save him, but it was too late..."


I wiped my tears away, sobbing.


"It was never over, Andrew... It's never going to be over." I whispered to myself.


"I'm very sorry, Ms. Levine... but, you also lost your child," he said regrettably.


Child?


Lost?


Mine?


My head snapped towards his direction. "What?" I croaked.


"You didn't know?"


"What do you mean child?" I snapped.


"You were one month pregnant, Ms. Levine... But because of the impact of the truck, and the accident... Your child couldn't hold on. I'm very sorry for your lost."


No...


No...


It's all a lie, right?


Andrew said everything's over...


But no, it's never gonna be over.


I felt empty; like I'm all alone in the world, with no one to love, and no one to share my feelings with.


I was literally broken.


It felt like the last straw, but I had to be strong... That's what Andrew would always say.


But it hurts...


So goddamn much.



"Mary, Mary! Breathe, okay?! Follow my breathing. Come on! In, out, in, out..." Michael's voice snapped me out of the flashback, as I began hyperventilating.


His touch made me feel calm, causing my breathing to stay steady.


"Good." He smiled weakly at me, and whispered thanks to him.


"Violet killed them all, didn't she?" I asked, looking out the window as he began to drive again.


"Yes," Michael shortly said.


"You know..." I sighed. "She killed Andrew..." I paused and let a tear slip. "And my baby— and we didn't even get to know. I felt so freaking lost. What does she want from me?" Your soul. I remembered Violet's words— thought I didn't believe it, it felt so real.


"She threatened to kill me, Mary... And she threatened to kill you. So I stayed away from you— she pushed us away from each other." Michael confessed.


"She told me different lies about you that made me hate you."


"Well, I knew those..."


"I'm sorry."


"It's okay— we were being controlled by a mind freak."


I sighed and looked at him. "What happened that made me lose my memories, Michael?"


"I can't tell you, Mary. You'd have to remember it. Don't worry, I'll take you to some place I know you'd remember... I won't leave you, I promise." He assured me by holding my hang and tightening his grip.


I nodded and closed my eyes.


I promise.


Two words that lingered on my mind, causing my heart to stir as how Andrew made mine.


It felt so right.


So perfect.

 

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