My Bride [I'll Protect You] - Miyavi -

Chapter 9:

Your POV- 2nd Person

“Excuse me miss, but you have to leave.” One of the security guards says. You slowly walk out, Yuki and Taku by your side, holding you close and making sure you’re okay.

“It… really happened…” Your eyes watered as you stood in front of them outside. Taku slowly held you in his arms, in a completely unperverted way. You imagined Miyavi being the one holding and consoling you. Though, it felt nothing like his loving arms.

“Don’t worry, Yumi-chan. You will most definitely find each other again, soon” Yumi said to you.

That night Yuki decided to stay over at your motel. Taku left you alone with her, giving you some girl time. All you could remember was watching romantic comedies, crying, eating pizza, ice cream, crying, and more crying. You never remembered falling asleep, but falling into deep thought that consumed you into a world of happiness and pain.

Sadness no longer was seeping from your heart, but a sort of relief that you weren’t crazy the day you woke up from your coma and that Miyavi remembered you after so long. Though, you were fucking pissed at the fact that your own mother lied to you.

You, Taku, and Yuki said your goodbyes after exchanging addresses and cell phone numbers. Their home was in Anaheim, while your house was back in Denver. You can hardly call it a home anymore, since a home is where you’re supposed to feel safe and being lied to be not in the ‘safe’ category.

Speaking of home, you decided to take a short drive back to your old house on Opal St. You stood in front of the same light pink house you grew up in. You smiled as you looked up at the huge pine tree that was there as far as you could remember. “Can I help you?” A middle aged lady said when she opened the door.

“Oh no! I’m sorry.” You looked at her, “You have a very nice house here… Take care of it.” You walked away with your hands in your pocket and drove off. You decided not to see your old friends. It didn’t feel the same as it used to. Life seemed to have a sort of melancholic feeling to it now. It didn’t feel whole, and seeing your friends seemed pointless. They never called, anyways.

In the end, you decided to just head back to Denver, and confront your mother about her lie.

You arrived at your house exhausted from the sleepless 12 hour drive. I swear I gained 20 pounds from all that junk food I ate. You thought. Even though you were sleep deprived, that wasn’t going to make you go easy on your ‘mother.’

“Sweetie! You’re back!” Your mom said as she gave you a hug.

“Hello woman who gave birth to me” You venomously said.

“It’s only been a few days, Sweetie, you can call me ‘mom’” She laughed, trying to hide the panic in her voice.

“No, I can’t!” You started. She was about to speak, but you cut her off, “You lied to me!”

“Sweetie, what are you talking about?” She asked, faking her concern for you, obviously having it directed to herself.

“Cut the crap! You know you lied to me about Miyavi!”

Suddenly, her face because very serious, “Okay, I did, but I did it to protect you.” She walked closer to you and reached out to you. You brushed away her hand.

“Well, ‘mother’, I don’t feel protected! I feel deceived and betrayed by a witch!” You yelled at her.

“Don’t you speak to me with that tone of voice! I’m your mother, damn it!” She yelled back at you.

“My mother?! My mother?!” Your voice was rising again, “Mothers are supposed to make you feel safe! Their supposed to hug you when you cry, and tell you that all the mean people are going to go away! You aren’t a mother!” Your tears began watering, but you continued, “I don’t feel safe! YOU made me cry! YOU are the bad person!”

You saw that your mother began to cry as well. She tried hugging you, but you couldn’t tell if she was sincere or lying to you about feeling sorry. You pushed her away and ran upstairs.

You entered your room, closing the door behind you and locking it. Banging was heard coming from your door. Collapsing on your bed, you fell asleep, ignoring the tears and bangs coming from the door.

You woke up at 3 AM to your alarm, decided that today was the day you’d move out. After emptying your room in many duffel bags your dad used for work, you threw them out your window, yourself following them. You unlocked your trunk and placed in the duffel bags. You started up your Mazda RX7 and raced through the street, beginning your long journey to nowhere.

You were fatigued. You’ve been driving for hours now, decided to go back to California and stay at Yuki’s house for a bit, already calling her and asking if it would be okay. That night you passed out on her bed, finally being able to sleep comfortable. Well, close to comfortable anyways.