Someone I Used to Know Chapter 3!
Hey! So, here is Chapter 3! This week is kinda...eh. I'll have more time to write either tomorrow night or Wednesday! :D
Title: Someone I Used To Know
Pairings: Ian/Anthony (later...)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (for language)
Summary: Anthony finally comes face to face with Ian after 4 years...
Author's Notes: None really.....enjoy!
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/491587.html
Chapter 2: http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/494375.html
I remember when I first met Ian.... It was in 6th grade, and our teacher paired us up to do a project together. I had never really looked at him untill now. His deep mysterious blue left me curious, intrigued....in love almost. We made small conversation and were soon laughing and before I knew it, he was going over to my house to play video games. I was so happy! I might have finally found a true friend who had things in common with me and could relate to me! And, everything just, bloomed from there...
He stared at me with disbelief. Like, his mind was playing a cruel trick on him and I was nothing but his imagination...
"Anthony..." he whispered. "What are you doing here?"
"I came back to try and make things right with you...with us." I said, smiling a weak smile.
"Daddy! Are you gonna believe this crock of shit?!" Morgan said.
"Morgan!" Ian snapped. "Please. Let Your father and I....talk." he said looking at me. Morgan stormed down the hallway. "Well, she is definatley you." he said looking away from me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She looks like you, laughs like you, smiles like you...and got all her hate because of you." Ian said. He leaned against the couch, crossing his arms, shutting me out almost.
"Ian...I'm so sorry I left that day." I began. My voice began to crack as I tried to find the right words. "I never meant to hurt you. I was selfish, immature, and I see now, that you and the girls are more important than anything in the world!" I said, begging for his forgiveness.
He turned his head in my direction, tears swimming in his eyes. "How do I know you're not lying?" he whispered, his voice quavering. I held up my hand, my wedding ring still present on my ring finger.
Ian stared at my hand. I could see him shaking as he tried to fight back his tears. He bit his bottom lip and walked to the kitchen. I followed him.
"Why did you keep your's on all these years?" I asked him. He stared into the sink, his tears falling down his face. He stifled a sob before speaking in a whisper.
"Because...because I always had the slightest feeling that one day you would return home. But...but I didn't know how I would react when you finally did..." he whispered. I slowly took his soft, cold hand. He didn't pull back, didn't flinch, nothing. I kept my eyes on him, waiting for him to look up. He didn't. Instead, he squeezed my hand slightly and kept his eyes on my wedding band.
"Why didn't you keep yours on?" he asked, fresh tears falling.
I looked at my ring. "I couldn't part with it. When I took it off that one time, a pain rippled through my body like I have never felt before. I felt like I had let you down enough, I didn't want to do it again. And when I looked in the ingraved words, "I.H & A.P-forever" I believed that was true.
He wiped his cheeks with his free hand and looked into my eyes. Even though his were red, the blue still shown bright like the stars on a clear summer night.
We didn't speak for a moment, just stood there, holding eachothers hands, our warmth passing through eachothers grasp. Finally, he spoke.
"I'll give you another chance. But it's gonna take a lot to earn my trust and love back. Same with Morgan and Riley." He said giving my hand a final squeeze before breaking the contact, leaving my hand cold and empty.
"Are we gonna discuss things?" I asked, relief in my voice. Ian stopped, inches away from me, smiled and gently placed his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes, realizing how much I missed his touch.
"Yes." he said walking twords the couch. I took a seat next to him and we began to discuss the future.
The next day...
"Now guys, there's some things we need to talk about." Ian began. The four of us were seated at the kitchen table, me next to Ian and Morgan and Riley next to eachother.
"Your Dad is gonna come visit each day and make things right with you guys. He and I are gonna work our relationship out, and he's gonna work his out with you two, make up all the years he missed."
Morgan shook her head. "He's gonna live at his apartment, but he'll be here each day." Ian started.
"Why are you doing this?" Morgan said.
"Because he's still your father and still my husband. And we are gonna try to fix this." Ian said. I smiled, grateful for him.
"You may try to fix this, but he can never make up the years he missed. My first heartbreak, first day of high school..." she said. "Riley's first day of school, first words, first birthday, first steps...The first's are done. It's now the fifth's when her birthday rolls around. And it won't be as special." she said leaning back in her seat.
Suddenly, a motorcycle engine reved outside. Riley covered her ears as Morgan got up and grabbed her purse. "I gotta go, Mark's outside!" she said happily.
"Where are you going?" Ian asked standing up.
"The mall! We are gonna go tux shopping. Our junior class is having a summer dance." she said giving Ian a kiss on the cheek and Riley a kiss on the head, totally ignoring me as she ran out the door. I watched out the window as she embraced her boyfriend, them making out in our driveway before she slipped on her helmet and they sped away.
"Jesus..." I said.
All was quiet for a moment before Ian spoke. "Well!" he said forcing a smile. "How about we start with you Riley! What do you think of this?" Ian asked. Riley thought for a moment before she said,
"Can we get ice cream?"
I laughed with Ian a little. "Yes..." Ian chuckled.
"Then I like this idea!" she said smiling before skipping to her room. "I'll get my shoes!" she yelled.
Later that night...
I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Ian is gonna give me another chance, but he still is cautious around me. Riley is fine with this situation, and Morgan just full out fucking hates me. Great.
I can't help feeling almost...defensive over Morgan, seeing her speed away with her boyfriend on that god damn motorcycle made me feel nervous... Wait... why am I thinking this?! She doesn't care so neither should I...right?
I rolled on my side and tried to sleep. Images keep flashing through my mind. The first time I saw Riley in four years, her under her tree, Ian's face when he first saw me after I left, Morgans hateful eyes...
It's no use. I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. I climbed out of bed and sat in front of my laptop, going through my old pictures I didn't have the heart to delete.
I skimmed through Ian and I early in High School, pictures of us laughing, smiling, posing before my eyes. Then pictures of our wedding day. The feeling of slipping the ring on his finger, claiming he was ine forever and I was his, was an amazing feeling. One words can't describe.
These made me feel guilty. I made Ian so happy all those years we were together, and I robbed his happiness from him the day I left. I caused him pain I never thought imaginable. I can never forgive myself.
I bowed my head in shame, fighting back tears as the faces of us stared back at me in the darkness.
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