Goodbye
#3 of History
Hi people! I hope you're enjoying this story so far. I'm not giving away any hints as to what is going to happen. This is my third chapter in History and I love it. If you wonder why I called it History well it sounded better than Math or Science. Well Chemistry could have been used, but that's not the point. The point is History was one of my favorite subjects back in school and it makes sense for it to be called that. That's the end. If you're under 18 somethings may be unsuitable. Maybe not in this chapter, but earlier chapters and chapters to come. So don't read. If you read it's your choice. The chara's mainly belong to me. That's right I came up with them so back off lol. That's about it so bye bye!
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The next week seemed to deal Alison harsh blows. She had been waiting to go to college so she could try to get into Juliard. The letter came and she was declined. Alison sighed and threw the letter against a wall. On her computer desk were accepts from many schools, but the school of her dreams didn't want her. She wondered what the point of working her ass off for the past fourteen years met. She had been in dance since she was two. Working her ass off every day to be the best. She was the best! She took the lead in everything she did. She didn't settle for second best only first. When she tried out for Juliard she put all of her best performances from ballet all the way to hip hop and they had said no.
Alison picked up the phone and dialed Xavier. She heard him say hello before her mom entered the room.
"Get off the phone Alison...we need to talk..." she said.
Alison was about to reply, but her mother gave her a glare that meant hang up and no questions or no talking to whoever it was. Alison dropped the phone and sighed following her mother out of the room.
"Alison?" asked Xavier and suddenly he grew worried when the phone went dead.
He growled a few curses and got up and got dressed. He didn't think to make himself look presentable since today was his lazy day. His only thoughts were Alison was in trouble and just called to ask for help. He got in his car and drove to her house. Everything seemed normal nothing out of the ordinary, but he didn't trust that. He got out of the car and went to the door which was unlocked(as always her father had forgotten to lock it after getting their daily edition of the New York Times). He pushed in and went strait to the kitchen not thinking and growled.
"ALISON!!!!" he shouted surprising the small family.
Her mother dropped her spoon and her father abruptly stopped talking to the young girl who's eyes were red and filled to the brim with tears. Feeling rather embarassed Xavier skipped apologizing to go and comfort her. His lips roamed over her forehead and her cheeks kissing away her tears right infront of her parents.
"Xavier..." she whispered hugging him tighter to her body.
His lips found hers in an intimate chaste lovers kiss. It wasn't filled with tongues longing to draw each other into their mouths. It wasn't filled with lust, but only love. They displayed several of these before she buried her head in his chest.
"I'm sorry...I assumed she was in danger. She called and then abruptly hung up with out as much as a hello," he said.
"I made her hung up. I should have known she was talking to you," said her mother.
The words shocked him a bit. She had always known her parents didn't approve of him even though he tried to be as well mannered as possible. They thought of him as some wild animal who just wanted to take their daughter for a joy ride.
"Mrs. Brock Ali and I never got to talk," he said.
"That is just the kind of disrespect we don't like about you Mr. Santos! Maybe in the country you were born in it's alright to talk to people like that, but here in America we treat every one with respect!" said Mr. Brock.
"Dad...I don't understand. What did he say that was disrespectful?" asked Alison.
"Don't play dumb with me Alison! You know I never liked him! Something about those eyes tell me he's dangerous! I don't want my daughter dating an animal!" he replied.
"He's not an animal!" shouted Alison.
"Oh, but I am Alison. I'm a danger to you let them put it. I should show them how animalistic I can be," said Xavier growling.
Alison grabbed his arms her eyes pleading for him not to.
"Xavier...calm down, sweetheart," she whispered.
"That's right you bastard! Calm down! You know what get the hell out of my house!" said her father.
"Bastard?!" Xavier almost roared.
His anger was flying and his human senses were being lost with in seconds.
"I'll show you a bastard," he said even as Alison continued to plead with him.
He could feel the change almost on him and if that ounce of humanity left at the moment in him broke they'd indeed see a wild animal.
Her father stood and tore Alison from him pushing her almost into his wife.
"You aren't to see him anymore, Alison May Brock do you understand?" he shouted more towards him then to her.
"Father you can't-" she began.
"You are under my roof and these are my rules Alison! This boy is no longer to see you! All he wants from you is sex!" said her father.
"If that was true dad! He's already gotten all he wants!" she shouted sarcasm filling her voice.
Alison ran up the stairs to her room slamming the door shut and locking it. She began filling her suitcases with as much stuff she could fit in it. She wasn't a child and wanted more. At the moment all she saw was Xavier. She couldn't even see the rift in them that had been created that night in the hotel. Her heart would mourn the loss of children later, but for now it didn't matter. Her parents were having another baby and wouldn't even think about her when she left.
Alison ran down the stairs back to the kitchen. Xavier was no where to be found.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"Gone...where do you think you're going?" asked her father.
"I'm getting from under your roof," she replied, "Just like Eddie did!"
"If you leave Alison you are never to come back again," said her father.
"It's not like you'd want me to anyways," she said and walked out the door.
Xavier was pacing the house. It had been a few hours since his talk with her parents. He had never been so angry in his life. He had wanted to pass over the line and show her parents what he truly was. He was this animal they spoke of. He wanted nothing more than to just show them how cruel his kind were. It finally dawned on him at the moment and his anger slowly left to be replaced with a sadness. He was an animal while Alison was a human. It was like a dragon falling in love with a princess. It was not meant to be. That's when the doorbell rang. He ran to it and opened it and his heart beat suddenly ran marathons in his chest.
"Alison..." he said breathlessly.
"Oh god Xavier! I hate my parents! They're evil! They don't care if I'm happy!" she whispered before lunging into his chest.
Xavier held her close, but felt they were furthur apart then ever. He loved her all the same, but the drift that had parted them since birth had finally made him realize things.
"Alison...they're right," he whispered softly.
Alison's tears stopped wetting his chest and she was now shaking as she looked up at him.
"They're wrong!" she said.
"I'm a were wolf Alison. Can you imagine us a couple of years down the road? One fight and I could kill you," he said.
"I could be killed by a human as well Xavier, but I don't love a human I love you!" she said and now her tears threatened to return.
Xavier shook his head.
"I love you Alison and because of it I have to do what is best for you. We're breaking up. You should go home," he said.
Before he could even finish she was out of his arms and running. He sighed knowing it was for the best. Suddenly his phone rang and he picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Are you happy you fucking bastard! I hope you rot in hell for taking our little girl away!" came the voice.
"You should be happy! I sent her right back home to where she belonged!" he said.
"I guess we were right! She's not welcomed back in our house! Because of you she has no where to go!" he said.
Xavier's eyes widened and he dropped the phone and ran to the door. She was no where to be found. He sniffed a bit, but her scent had disappeared with in the smell of gasoline and burning rubber. He hadn't known and by God if he had he wouldn't have given a damn about species and thought more on the subject of love. She had loved him enough to leave everything behind, but he didn't love her enough to look past how they were born.
End of This Chapter