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Feb 03, 2014 06:31PM
She smiled and watched him walk off.
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Becca walked inside the Room of Requirement, not knowing what to do in her mind.
Jake walked beside her. "Becca I know I haven't been the most attentive boyfriend in the world, nor the most appreciative but I want to stop that I want to spend more time together."
"No, I understand why you're like that. Actually, I'm quite used to it now," she said as she sat on a couch that had appeared, "I was just so surprised when you asked me. Don't take any offense to it, or anything, its just that I have to talk to you sometimes so I know my boyfriend is still alive."
"I'm sorry that's all I can say it seems." He said with a sigh.
She chuckled awkwardly. "No need to be sorry. It wasn't meant to offend you or anything," she said nervously, "I've learned a lot about you already, and I know you aren't the romantic type. You're more of the friendly, casual type of guy. I think its great though, because I'll accept you for who you are."
"Well there's a reason why I'm not a romantic guy or why I prefer not to get into relationships a lot." He said.
"Yes, I know. There's always some mysterious reason as to why you do or don't do," she said as she pulled up her knees, "I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't want to go back to those memories that haunt you." She stopped staring at him and sighed deeply as she took out a box of homemade cookies from her expendable pocket. "And I know that you like homemade cookies too," she said as she handed him the box, "It reminds you of someone."
"Yes, it reminds me of Joseph." He said taking them and looking at her then down at the ground.
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She decided not to ask and went back into her pocket. "You also like soft, orchestral music. Sometimes a little soft rock in between," she said as she handed him a mix tape, "Mostly Celtic, from your Scottish and Irish roots." She took out a small bouquet of yellow roses and put them on his lap. "You have a female friend back in your village that you deeply care about," she explained. The last thing she took out was a cane that looked like a snake that had the small Slytherin crest on top of it. "You had an abusive father who constantly beat you with his cane. You were determined to get away as far as possible and ended up coming here, where the Sorting Hat felt your ambition and sorted you into Slytherin." She went back to staring at the ground after the gifts were given to him.
"H-how did you know all that?" He asked looking at her completely stunned at her knowledge half the things she said he had never told anyone before.
"I do my research pretty well," she answered, still not looking at him, "I researched different kinds of spells until I found one that would let me into your memories whenever you were deep in thought. I just wanted to give you a gift of your memories."
"Thank you so much becca." He said. "But you should know about Joseph."
"Well I'm all ears for you," she said.
"Back in Ireland I had a small relationship with a man named Joseph this relationship went on for a year before he said he had to leave to America, he usually crosses my mind once every two days I just always wonder what's happening with him." He told her. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, well that's awkward," she said quietly, "You could've just told me you weren't ready for a relationship..."
"Yes but I hate seeing people upset." He said sighing. "Again I'm sorry I know it doesn't fix anything but I truly am sorry."
She looked away from him and took off the ring. "Please, don't talk to me anymore. Just stay away," she said emotionless as she gave him the ring.
He nodded and took the ring walking away with a sigh.
Becca just let the tears fall again, her heart definitely shattering and then burning to a crisp. She felt herself quickly hiding back into her dark, closed hole, hidden in the shadows from everyone. A few hours later she wiped away the last of the tears and turned the room into her art studio. She burned every single one of her drawings and paintings until everything was Ashes.
Damien walked in feeling Becca be there. "Oh my God Becca what happened?" He asked rushing up to her side.
"No! Go! Leave me alone!" She yelled angrily as she looked up at him with red eyes, "I hate you. I hate Jake. I hate me. No one ever understood me. I'm done with my heart being shattered over and over again! This pathetic weak heart will no longer be necessary."
"Becca people understand you your family does and so do I." Damien said to her. "Becca you can't give up on love there is someone out there for you." Damien said putting a hand on her shoulder.
She hissed when he touched her. "Don't you ever say that again. I hate love. I hate life. I would have sold my soul to the devil, if Rachael was not of importance," she said as she pushed him aside, "I will never be pushed around like a ragdoll any longer, hear me now." She glared at him and walked out angrily, scaring everyone in her path.
"Becca there are people that love you people who care about you." He said chasing after her.
Vlad and Victor ran in once Becca was out. "Why the hell does our cousin look like the devil herself?" Vladimir asked him worriedly.
"Jake did something I guess and she burnt up all her drawing and paintings but that all I know." He told them.
"I'm gonna kill him," Victor said angrily, but Vlad stopped him. "We will do no such thing. We will treat him with respect, and hope that Rebecca fixes this on her own," he said with cold eyes, "She will definitely have trust issues, and will desperately change herself to accommodate her heartless self. Yes, our dear cousin has become overcome by darkness, and I am sad to say that there is no way out from wherever she is lost in her own shadow." Victor shook his head angrily and kicked the Ashes of Becca's paintings.
"Victor can you not do that." He said sighing and sitting down.
Rachael ran inside. "Mum is definitely not okay," she said fearfully.
"She just burned down the boathouse." He announced looking out the window.
"Should we go out to talk to her?" Victor asked him as he held Rachael.
"I wouldn't recommend it." He said.
After watching a few hours more of Becca burning down half of the forbidden Forest, the boathouse, and the pumpkin patch, she finally stopped and fixed everything again. She came back inside with her pearly white dress now burned to a pitch black. "Rachael, come. We have work to do," she said in a stern voice. Rachael ran to Damien and shook in his arms.
Damien held Rachael and looked at becca. "Do you see what you are doing?" He asked looking at her his eyes hard and stern.
She ignored him and stared at Rachael. "Rachael, I promise I won't hurt you," she said as she held out her hand. Rachael looked up at Damien, asking if she could trust Becca.
He came down at Rachael eye level in a whisper so no one could hear him but her he said. "Be carful dear, go with her but if anything happens tell me alright?"
Rachael nodded and quickly went with her mother.
Damien muttered something in German and shook his head sitting down.
Vlad shook his head and looked outside the door.
"I just want to find out what in gods name Jake did." He said.
"I don't know you can try the viaduct he likes it there because of the queit I guess." He said shrugging.
Victor walked into Becca's art studio, looking for her while wiping tears away.
She ran in after following him, "Vic! Please! I am sorry!"
"Get away from me! I'm done!" he yelled at her.
"I am sorry! I am sorry!" She walked up and tried to hug him. "You cheated too!"
He pushed her away. "I know what I did as wrong, but you did it, right after I begged for your forgiveness and changed myself for you. My mistake doesn't give you an excuse to do the same thing I did, especially since you were doing it for you own selfish, self." Becca turned around from where she was drawing, not helping her, understanding her cousin's pain.
"I did it to try and get you back! Not to sleep with someone just to get I over with! I am being selfish?" She walked up toward him, "I am sorry! It still doesn't make it right, but I didn't do anything! I just told him after I couldn't go out anymore because my heart belonged to someone else."
