Xander Barns: Always Wanted Forever Part 33

"Well?" I asked again, impatiently.

"Since you had only one bedroom worth of things, my movers placed them in your new room and my designer arranged everything." Xander explained.

"She touched my s.h.i.+t?" My jaw dropped, horrified. I didn't like it when people touched my s.h.i.+t. I had attachment issues.

"He actually did." Xander corrected. "And don't worry everything is as we found it, not an item missing."

"For your sake, I hope so." I told him walking towards the bedroom. Then I remembered I had no bed or desk, all I had was my used leather chair. I stopped before going inside. "I don't have a bed or a desk, the ones from my old room belonged to Mrs. Lee."

Xander walked up to me. "Don't worry about that, I fixed that." We stared at each other for a few seconds too long. This guy was driving me crazy. He's f.u.c.king disgusting, but at the same time, he's kind of sweet.

I looked away, stifling a smile. "You're still a perv."

"Never said I wasn't that too." Xander said and my smile erupted.

"Let's see what your designer guy did, there better not be a Victoria's Secret theme going on in there." I mentioned before opening the door.

"d.a.m.n...that's a good idea. I wish I came up with that." Xander exclaimed 'sadly' as the door opened and I gasped, shocked at the room before me.

"Oh my G.o.d!" I screeched, taking in the huge room decorated in soft shades of purple and green. There was a queen-sized bed with a lush purple and green comforter, and four matching pillows. I had a long gla.s.s desk with my laptop nestled on top with my used leather chair in front. Beside the bed was a chestnut dresser as high as I was. I turned and gaped at Xander. "I don't understand?"

"Do you like it?" Xander asked, looking serious.

I gulped. "Yeah," I said breathily, turning back to take in my new room. I walked all the way in and immediately pointed to a pair of double doors. "Is that a closet?"

"Open it." Xander instructed, smiling.

I opened it and gasped. "It's a f.u.c.king walk in!"

"That's right, it's a f.u.c.king walk in." Xander said breathily, right behind me. "Tomas arranged everything inside here, plus a few things I had Harmony pick up for you."

My jaw dropped.

"Anyways, relax and look around. I have to go and make a few calls regarding tonight." Xander explained.

"What's happening tonight?" I asked on his way out.

He stopped and turned. "We go out for dinner. I'm going to need your help with a client, bestie!"

"I'm not f.u.c.king anyone for you!" I snapped.

"I wouldn't dream of it. Anyways, if it were that easy to win people over, I already have girls who would be willing to do that, so no worries." Xander smirked leaving the room. I heard the front door open and close.

I placed my leather bag on my new desk, running my fingertips along the edges of the smooth gla.s.s.

s.h.i.+t...this was fancy.

Grinning, I took three leaps and jumped backwards into my new huge a.s.s bed. I fell into the heavenly comforter, curling the fabric into my back.

Oh my G.o.d, this felt amazing, especially after sleeping on a hard mattress with thin sheets for almost three weeks.

f.u.c.k me, how did that happen? Did I actually go to prison?

It felt like a nightmare, like it didn't even happen. Unfortunately it did, and sooner or later, I was going to have to tell my family.

But not now.

f.u.c.k it...maybe not ever.

"Hey Darcy!"

"Marisa, you're back!" Darcy yelled happily from the other line. I hoisted my newly reactivated cell to my ear and smiled.

"That's right I'm back, I just got my phone back." I explained.

"Thank G.o.d, dad has been going crazy. He keeps asking me questions, thinking I'm lying. I'm like I'm not, her phone's in repair. He was like well then why doesn't she just use a payphone and I'm like I don't know you'll have to ask her the next time she calls. Then he was like well why doesn't she email and I'm like, dad her internet's been cut off. Then he was like, well why doesn't she just go to the library, it's free there and I'm like, dad, you're just going to have to ask her." Darcy said, practically in one breath. I could hear her pant, trying to catch her breath.

"Slow down!" I laughed. "Wow, I made him worry."

"Yeah, you did. But its okay, everything's okay right?" Darcy asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine now." I told her, lying down on my new bed.

"Good! Wait a minute, dad's here." Darcy began to say. "Dad.... Marisa's on the phone!"

"Marisa?" Dad answered the phone instead of Darcy. "Are you okay?"

"Hi dad, yes I'm okay." I answered.

"What happened, I've been worried sick." Dad exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I just fell behind on my Internet bill and my phone was in repair." I explained, hoping he'd really believe it.

"Do you need money, because I can send you some money." Dad offered.

I laughed. "No, I'm okay, everything's sorted now. But thanks."

"Hold on a second." Dad said, then from the sounds of it, he was answering someone. "It's Marisa, you want to talk to her now?"

Dad comes back on. "Marisa, your mother wants to talk to you."

My eyes widened, horrified. "Why?" I jerked up into a sitting position.

"I don't know, anyways, here she is." Dad said.

s.h.i.+t!

"Marisa!" Mom's screechy voice pierced my ears.

"Hi Mom," I told her, apprehensively.

"I hope you're happy." Mom screeched.

And it f.u.c.king begins.... s.h.i.+t...not even a f.u.c.king h.e.l.lo first.

"Happy about what?" I snapped, bewildered.

"I just came back from Gwen's house, and let me tell you, she's horrified!" Mom yelled. "And it's all your fault. Jesus Marisa, why on earth do you have to be so selfish?"

"What are you talking about?" I exasperated, sliding off the bed and onto the cream coloured carpeted floor.

"I'm talking about Ben!" Mom yelled. "He's been in a constant state of depression since you left three and half weeks ago!"

"Ben and I hashed things out the last time, if he's depressed right now it's not because of me." I stated.

"You are so selfish, and blind. How can you look at yourself knowing the chaos and misery you left behind, all because of you!" Mom screeched.

"Because of me, it's not because of me!" I yelled back.

"That boy does not need to be feeling like this," Mom snapped.

"And I do?" I snapped back.

"You did this!" Mom screeched. "You are nothing but trouble!"

I'm nothing but trouble.... where have I heard that before? I felt water at the ends of my eyes. I couldn't hold them back. The worst thing was that I had promised myself I would never cry because of her unfair and hateful words again. I just gave back that power to her, and that f.u.c.king killed me.

I lay on my back and held the phone next to my ear as she screeched uncontrollably about how much of a disappointment I was. I should have hung up, but I wanted to say goodbye to Dad.

"And Ben, that poor boy, he was always too good for you. We all thought you were lucky to have him. I knew one day you'd ruin it. He's got everything going for him. He doesn't need the likes of you to bring him down!" Mom yelled one last time before I interjected.

I f.u.c.king had enough of this b.i.t.c.h, and she was going to get it.

"Are you done?" I said nonchalantly, desperately trying to contain myself from exploding.

I heard her gasp. "Excuse me?"

I took a deep breath. "I said, are you f.u.c.king done?"

She gasped again. "I can't believe you just said that to me. I'm your mother."

"Are you done?" I asked again.

"What kind of a daughter are you?" Mom hissed sounding shocked, as if she just found out I was a criminal.

I was, sort of.

"Not yours that's for sure!" I yelled all of a sudden. "Give the f.u.c.king phone back to Dad!"

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" Mom screeched. "I'm your mother and you will listen to what I have to say!"

"You're not!" I snapped, my voice beginning to sound hoa.r.s.e.

I heard her gasp again. "Excuse me?"

"You are not my mother! You don't act like a mother, you haven't for a while! Now give the f.u.c.king phone back to dad!" I snapped, my voice getting hoa.r.s.er.

"I can't believe you just said that to me, that language, how could_" Mom cried before I interrupted her at the first sound of sadness in her voice. She had no f.u.c.king right to sound sad.

"I said give the f.u.c.king phone back to Dad!" I screamed.

Mom hanged up the phone, my jaw dropped as the dial tone echoed hauntingly into my ear. "You f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!" I screamed into the receiver before tossing the phone across the room, thankfully not breaking it. I curled my face into my hands as a wave of tears cascaded down my face.

"It's not f.u.c.king fair." I cried to myself, shaking against the floor. "I didn't do anything!"

After a while, my tear soaked face dried, but not without leaving that beautiful leftover sticky feeling, a reminder of what had just happened. I needed to wash it off. But I had no energy to get up and go to the bathroom. I certainly don't want to see my reflection. G.o.d knows what I looked like right now.

A big, f.u.c.king, disaster.

Three tiny knocks startled me. Without inviting anybody in, the door creaked open slowly, showing Xander hunched behind it.

"Hey," he said, and then walked in and lay down next to me.

I thought this was my place, I guess not. There will be no privacy, not anymore. Whatever, I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore.

"What is it?" I whispered after a few minutes of him staring at me in silence.

I heard him exhale before answering. "I heard...the conversation."

I turned to my side, facing him. "Yeah...well my mom likes to yell at the top of her lungs when she knows it's me on the other end of the line. Kind of gives her joy, you know." I explained nonchalantly, feeling numb.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. The tears started again, pouring down my face before I could answer.

I didn't want to cry in front of him again.

d.a.m.n it!

"No," I sniffed, wiping the tears away.

"Don't," Xander said, gently pulling my hand away from my face. "Let me."

He gently wiped my tears away as they continued to fall freely all over my face. I couldn't stop them. We lay on the floor in silence as his fingers gradually caressed my face, soothing my skin.

"I'm so tired," I said all of a sudden, beginning to feel anger course through my veins as memory after memory resurfaced, reminding me of all the s.h.i.+t I had gone through.

It wasn't fair.