Never underestimate an apology.

February 21, 2012
The Bently Garden

“So you want the roses over here?” I asked Haley and she nodded her head, smiling. I grabbed all of the roses and put them in a color coordinated pile, and I began to dig holes.


“I want to thank you for helping me in the garden today. Mrs. Styles never helped me, even if I asked her to.” I looked at her and she nodded her head.


“That’s awful.” I shrieked and she nodded her head again. “Well now we know that’s something that all the Styles’ have in common. They’re selfish, and they don’t worry about anything else but their own needs.” I viciously stabbed the dirt with the shovel.


“What happened between you two?” Haley asked, laughing a little.


“Nothing happened. It’s just that I’ve come to realize that the only reason why I love living in this hell is because you are here. That’s it.” I planted the first rose, flinging dirt over to the left.


“Thanks hun.” I could feel her smiling and I nodded my head.


I planted three more rose bushes and sat on my bum, looking up to the clouds. It was a great day to be outside, and I loved the way it felt outside. Yet I still felt trapped.


“Good morning, Headmaster Styles.” Haley smiled, but I didn’t bother to look.


“Good morning, Haley. Did the little mouse decide to finally come out of her room?” I heard him snicker, and I snapped my head towards him.


“Did the selfish ass decide to stay out of his office today and actually talk to someone?” I turned back towards the roses and took a deep breath.


I heard Haley laughing and I threw a gardening glove at her.


“Someone doesn’t feel good today?” Harry suggested, walking over to me.


But I stood up, and started walking away from the garden and to the lake, away from him. “I have things to do today Mr. Styles. I don’t have time for you.”


“Ouch.” He said slowly and I balled my hands into fists. “You know. You missed breakfast today. I was bit worried.”


“My ass.” I scowled and he chuckled.


“I’ve never seen you this upset. Was it because of me not doing what you wanted yesterday?”


“Bite me.” I snapped, turning the other direction, yet he still followed me.


“Come on Anastasia. Stop running away from me.” He put his hand on his chest.


“Give it up Headmaster Styles. You may rule a lot of things, but you don’t rule me. Now, I’d like for you to leave me alone so that I could get my things done. I don’t have time for you.” I pushed my way past him and back towards the garden.


I sat down on my bum again and planted another rose bush.


“You know, I never asked you to help with the garden.” He said beside me and I sighed.


“Yeah well I took it upon myself to actually help Haley, you know, since I’m not selfish and she’s the one who feeds me and takes care of my clothes.” I began slamming dirt down.


He laughed and squatted down next to me, making me look at him. “You really are mad at me, aren’t you?”


“Well of course not. I’m all happy and peachy with you.” I rolled my eyes and his hand landed on my jaw.


“You dare roll your eyes at me?” He said through gritted teeth and I rolled my eyes again, becoming more sarcastic.


“Get away from me. Go in your office or something because I don’t have time for you, mole.” I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it up, but when I turned I saw that it landed right on him, making me cover my mouth.


He went to reach for me but I threw another handful on him and it made me laugh.


“This makes you happy?” He asked and I nodded my head, throwing two more. “Okay. I’ll show you what makes me happy then.” He said and my smile dropped as I threw another.


Before I knew it, he threw me over his shoulder and I began throwing a rampage.


“You put me down!” I yelled and he only shook his head and chuckled. Then I was tossed into the cold, freezing lake. “Are you insane?!”


“No. I’m selfish.” He said sarcastically and I scowled. “Besides, you needed a bath anyways.” He wiped the dirt off of his black t-shirt.


“Come here. Let me help you.” I stood up and walked towards him.


He cocked and eyebrow and I grabbed his arm, pulling him into the lake.


“Arrghh!” He yelled, holding out his arms, not believing that I just pulled him into the lake. “I can’t believe you just did that! I just took a shower!”


“You were dirty anyways!” I said and he rolled his eyes. “You dare roll your eyes at me?” I mocked his tone and he glared at me. “You’re so pissy! Why don’t you forget about what’s going on inside your head and look at what’s in front of you!” I didn’t realize how bad that sounded until I realized I was in front of him.


He crossed his arms and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re wasting your time trying to make yourself happy here! You’re never going to be happy when you’re here with me. Why can’t you get that?”


“What are you talking about?” I threw my hands in the air and he put his hand on his forehead, shaking his head again.


“I am never going to make you happy. You should move out with your friend, because I am never, going to make you happy.” Why would he want to make me happy?


“I don’t want to be happy.” I shook my head and he drew his brows together.


“I don’t understand.” He ran his hands through his hair.


“Being happy is completely overrated. Why be happy when angry or sad is a stronger feeling?” I scratched my arm and remembered… I’m mad at him. “You know what? I am not talking to you about this. Because of you, I don’t talk about myself to men because they will just use me. Men only want sex, right?”


“Wrong.” He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. “I don’t want sex from you.”


“But you think I want sex from you?” He scowled, seeming a little insulted. “I am not like other women Harry! I don’t sit at men’s feet and beg them for what I want. If I want something, I will get it! If I don’t get it, it wasn’t worth it. I am not in it for the money, and I am not in it for the sex. I would never-”


“Not yet of course. You’re only seventeen Anastasia. Just wait until you get older, and then you tell me what you’re in it for.” He crossed his arms and I yelled out.


“I am so majorly pissed at you right now! I wish, I wish…. God. I just hate you right now! I am done! I. Have. Things. To. Do!” I yelled, walking out of the lake and away from him.


“Are you still mad at me for yesterday?” His laughed angered me even more. “Can’t you tell that I’m sorry?”


I laughed out loud. “Yeah. Because you yelling at me and calling me the same as a bunch of whore’s is definitely making me reconsider about forgiving you and forgetting that you are a selfish pain in my ass.”


“Selfish. What is it with you and that word?” He looked down and I stepped away from him some more. “I don’t like arguing with you like this.”


“I don’t like arguing with you either Mr. Styles, but this is your fault.” I shook my head and walked into the house.


If I keep arguing with him like this, then I am going to lose him 100%. I won’t be able to talk to him… Like he talks to me enough anyways.


I took a quick shower and slipped on a small sun dress after blow-drying my hair. Then I walked down the stairs to get some dinner.


When I walked into the kitchen, Haley was already preparing the food.


“Hey girl. You need any help?” I asked, walking up next to her.


“You’ve already helped me enough honey.” She said, finishing the tomatoes.


“But I wanna help. Plus, I love to cook. And I like to cook sometimes when I’m aggravated. So, can I help you?” I asked again and she smiled.


“I need the salad prepared if you want to do something.” She smirked at me and I grabbed the salad out of the fridge. “But soon enough you’re going to have to leave the kitchen because Headmaster Styles doesn’t like anyone in the kitchen when he bakes.”


I stopped where I was. “Do what?”


“Headmaster Styles bakes cakes, so he won’t want you in here.” The. Hell. “Here he comes. I’ll be in your room cleaning if you need me.” She smiled and left the kitchen.


I leaned against the counter when Harry came into the kitchen. I guess I didn’t bother him being in there because he didn’t tell me to leave.


He began to gather pans and cake mix and I widened my eyes.


“Since when do you cook?” I asked, standing straight.


Without looking at me he said, “Since when do you care?”


I rubbed my eyebrow and sighed. “I was just asking a simple question that deserves a simple answer. If you can’t give me that, than there’s something wrong.”


“Well since I am cooking now, can’t you tell that I’ve been cooking for a while?” He snapped and I growled under my breath. Now he’s mad at me. Funny how that works, am I right?


“So I heard you don’t like it when people are in the kitchen while you’re cooking. Why is that?” I asked and he sighed.


“Because some people don’t know how to shut up and it distracts me badly.” He began to stir the cake mix. “So, if you would be ever so kind and-”


“Oh I’m not leaving. The kitchen that is.” I crossed my arms.


“So you’re saying you’d leave anyways?” He questioned.


“I’ve thought about it a few times. And the reason why I’d leave would be you, so maybe if you would stop being a jerk I wouldn’t leave.” I said and he set down his bowl.


“You always taunt, but you never do it.” He took a deep breath and I raised my eyebrows. “If you wanna leave so bad, than pack your shit and leave! No one is stopping you Miss Greene!” His angry smile frightened me and I went to say something but he stopped me by screaming, “Leave!”


Then I jumped back and shook my head, tears filling my eyes as I ran up to my room. I grabbed my phone and ran back downstairs. Malina can get my stuff later because I can not come back to this hell-hole.


I sprinted to the door and quickened my step when I heard my name being called.


“Wait! Anastasia! I didn’t mean it!” I walked out of the door but the voice followed behind me. “Anastasia wait! I’m sorry!” His apology was real, but I couldn’t take it. “Anastasia!!”


All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and I gasped. He pulled me close to him.


“I am sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please… Stay.” His rapid breaths were intoxicating my own because he was so close. His lips were inching closer to mine as he rasped, “Stay."

Notes

So.. Can someone like... Shoot me with a gun?
Because this story is rolling downhill and I'd rather be rolling with it.