《Sirens in Seattle》{Chapter 30}
Advertisement
I snuggled into my warm soft white blankets for a bit longer before I opened my eyes.
I let out a deep sigh before sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
This was my second night at this hotel and last night I slept way better than the first, since well, I didn't sleep the first.
I sat up and grabbed my phone off of the charger to see like 4 missed calls from Phoenix and a few texts.
I groaned and rubbed my eyes, pushing my hair back. I could only ignore him for so long before I had to decide what I was going to do.
I hated when things were complicated.
Forgive and forget?
Don't forgive and don't forget?
I wanted so badly to forget this , and go back to my cozy apartment and cuddle into Phoenix's side while watching whatever TV series we were addicted too or simply talking.
But this time he really hurt me and I didn't know what to do. My heart literally ached and I couldn't get that stupid perfume smell out of my nose or brain.
My blood began to boil as I thought of it, making me clench my teeth and sit up straighter.
My phone rang again and without really thinking I answered it.
" I growled.
"Mia? Y-you answered." Nix's voice echoed back in the phone surprised.
"Yeah I did." I replied still feeling the anger surge through my body.
"I miss you so much Amelia, just please come home." He begged me.
"No Phoenix. I'm not even sure if I'm ready to forgive you ok. Or to be honest if I will." I said quietly.
"Please. You don't have to come here if you don't want to. I'll come to you. Just tell me where your staying, I have to make sure your okay, then I'll leave." He continued to plead.
Advertisement
I wanted to hang up but for some stupid reason I sighed and said "Maryhill Hotel."
"On my way." He said hanging up not letting me say another word.
I knew I still needed more time to try and get over this, but in all honesty I didn't want to feel angry like this still. Maybe a talk with him would set my perspectives straight.
I got out of my bed and decided to take a quick shower to freshen up since to be honest I was a little dinghy.
I lathered my hair with the hotel shampoos and conditioners, which I admit were a nice calming cucumber sent. I scrubbed my body thoroughly and even decided to shave my legs slowly and carefully, making them model smooth.
I got out feeling much better while slipping on a pair of comfy crop leggings and a loose white shirt that showers off the light pink bralette I was wearing under.
I wrapped my hair in the towel I used to dry my body, since I was much too lazy to blow dry it, and I was in a natural wave mood.
I walked out of the bathroom and let out a small scream when Phoenix was sitting on one of the beds.
"Fuck, why couldn't you just wait or knock or let me know you were here." I said trying to catch my breath after the small scare.
"Sorry." He mumbled. "I didn't want to bother you while your in the shower. I brought your favorite breakfast sandwich from Starbucks. The one with bacon." He said handing me a bag along with a big caramel frap.
"Thank you." I said taking the food and sipping the sweet caramel drink.
Phoenix was wearing his dark officer uniform that showed off his slim body and large biceps. His hair was gorgeously wind swept and his cheeks were slightly flushed a pale pink.
Advertisement
He sat back down on the bed and didn't say anything and neither did I for a while.
"So we need to talk." I finally started.
"Amelia please. I love you so much. I miss you, and I need you. I am sorry ok?" He pleaded with me.
Tears clouded my eyes immediately.
I wanted to forgive him so badly, and go back to our home and have a glorious day laying in bed in pajamas. But the ache of the broken heart I experienced was still there.
"Listen. I know your job is super important, and I want you to keep up with this case because I'm so proud of you, but my problem is you use it as an excuse." I tried to explain calmly.
"How." He asked simply, surprising me.
"You ditched me Phoenix. I waited for fucking hours, do you understand that? Hours. Your always late and distracted,and you have no remorse!" I pointed out.
He sighed and stood up putting his hands on his head, pacing a little.
"I'm sorry ok? But it's my job. I have to have it as one of my main priorities." He tried to explain.
"Alright. Let's talk about the perfume then. Is that a main priority? To hoe around?" I seethed.
"Amelia." He began clenching his teeth. "I am with you. You are my girlfriend, I would never do anything to or with another women while I was with you. " he tried to explain frustrated.
I just crossed my arms and chewed on my bottom lip.
"I think we need a break." I declared.
"No Mia, I need you. I need you to forgive me." Phoenix begged once more, his eyes filling up with tears as he ran his hands through this hair.
"Then I can't feel like this!" I exploded at him. "I feel stressed, I feel angry, I feel forgotten. I refuse to feel this way anymore." Tears began to cloud my eyes as I let all of my feelings out.
We both stopped yelling , I sat on the bed with my face buried in my hands, letting the cries flow. I heard Phoenix give the occasional sniffle as he paced the floor in front of the bed .
We stayed like this for what felt like forever until I felt arms ingulf me from behind.
"Please don't leave me." Phoenix whispered.
-------------------------------------------------------
NEXT UPDATE WILL BE SOONER.
Advertisement
Sky Drifters
A spin-off story from my Infernal Engineer's books, this is my current project. Becca Marshall is the last of her family, and an airship captain. Aboard her small skiff, Sweetwind she braves the dangerous skies of Endaria in a time where travelers from another world are suddenly reemerging in massive numbers. Strange, mysterious and undying, these strange beings are bringing war and strife into her world. As the storm clouds of war blow, she picks up a new apprentice from among the travelers, and patches together her band of misfits, cutthroats and arcane tinkers as she plunges her airship deep into trouble, including a runaway girl and her stolen dragon, and an epic search for a lost vessel that could change her fortunes forever.
8 95Shizuka
A/N: I'm actually writing two stories at once, this and another story on ScribbleHub. I have decided to put Shizuka on hiatus due to some RL issues but my story on ScribbleHub will continue since I'm co-writing it with a friend which is easier. Please do check it out on ScribbleHub. Series name is Walking in Shadows. Four Heroes were summoned from earth to combat an evil threat in Evarenan but there was a fifth person, Hirano Shizuka. She was never meant to be summoned. It was purely coincidental and unintentional. The God who acted as the intermediatery for the summon, has shunned her. Fated to live a harsh life in a foreign world. Abaddon, a Goddess, the Empress of Night, took pity upon Shizuka. Fascinated by the strength of her will and soul, and fond of her humble and accepting character, the Goddess offered Shizuka to be her Champion which Shizuka accepted. A month passed after the arrival of the Heroes and a plus one at Evarenan, the real trials and nightmares of this world had only just begun for our offworlders, especially Shizuka. AN: Shizuka is the sequel to Overture of an Odyssey, which takes place after the events of the latter.
8 135Saga [Dropped]
He is a young mercenary with the goal of becoming stronger. Why? Because he wants to once again find purpose in his life. Purpose is something he lost due to, as he says, his own weakness. It was a mistake he made that would haunt him for years to come. After he finishes a job for a certain noble he is yet again tasked with another job. Finding a runaway girl that was supposed to marry the nobles son. Deciding that he had no interest in looking for some girl he continues on his travels.After saving another noble from a bandit attack he gets hired to help him conquer one of the many towers that are scattered all across Extoria. And then as if by pure chance he finds the runaway girl and decides to bring her home and collect the bounty which somehow ends up with him having no choice but to leave the country. Deciding that he would turn his back on the war between his homeland Ion and the Empire of Avalon he becomes an adventurer who travels all over the world. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 173Book 1: The Forgotten Fighter
Follow a collection of chance encounters turned potential allies as numerous forces work to tear through the fabric of reality. Viamarr, a continent in the world of Rinterria, holds host to our tale and to the city of High Morr, which sits snugly on its frozen island in the middle of a great frostbitten lagoon. When High Morr is suddenly crippled by a series of mysterious sinkholes, our heroes do what they do best. Try to run. Keep up with them to find out where they end up and what exactly is chasing them in return. I hope to publish a new chapter 3 times a week. This is reduced from my previous number, hopefully temporarily, due to an increased workload outside of Royal Road. I welcome any and all feedback to improve my writing, so thank you for taking the time to check out my page.
8 219A World With or Without Aliens
Nothing matters. It's not my opinion, it's a scientific fact. This is neither good nor bad, it just... is. I watched my entire country burn, fried on a patriotic pan after some jerk fired a bunch of nukes at the docile fleet of alien ships hovering over us. Who gave this moron such power? I don't know. Everyone involved is most likely dead by now. As for me, I can't die. I feel pain like a normal person would (I think), but no matter how terrible the conditions, I will never die or pass out. Fortunately, a lot of alien technology survived its crash to Earth, so I get to spend some time playing with it until Mr. Author gets bored and decides to screw up my life. Beware, this has a "harem" tag. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm the main character and am therefore subject to this novel's timeline. While this bars me from the sweet ignorance of Chapter 1's me, it does have other perks... for example, I can tell you that heroine number one is personally responsible for kil-!? H-hey, back off! I'm your character, so if you didn't want me to be like this, then you should've written me differently! Randomguy here! In all seriousness, this novel is meant to explore the concept of nihilism as a post-apocalyptic/supernatural-scifi/satire told from a nihilistic introvert's first-person perspective. As you heard from my unsettled main character, each heroine is going to be a different type of horrifying socio/psychopath with dark motives and dangerous abilities (most of which are psychological). Why would I do something like this? Because I am, in reality, a nihilist who is often frustrated by weird things, like unrealistically dramatic stories, the industrialization of art (specifically music), and people who think swimming in brown creekwater for five hours is a "fun" activity. Don't get me wrong, neither me nor my character are depressed, we're just malcontents who make a lot of nerd references. I feel like the true essence of an "everything is worthless" perspective is lost on most pop-culture figures. The closest character I can think of at the moment is Rick from Rick and Morty, who is a drunk, angry nihilist that experienced tremendous loss. I, personally, find this belligerent state of mind to be very relatable, and have incorperated it into every chapter's introduction. Here, the main character talks directly to the reader (and me), shamelessly complaining about some semi-relevant facet of society, which probably doesn't make much sense... it's not really supposed to, though. These "angry nihilist" moments are just a peak into the main character's everyday existence, and also act as miniature rage-journals for me. It will sometimes take a subjectively 'positive' turn, but not very often. This is because reality isn't good or bad, "it just... is". I will eventually bring it full-circle to optimistic nihilism, since that seems to be a more practical way to live (and by "practical", I mean "doesn't create mental health issues"). It is, of course, a satire. I did this because most unnecessarily emotional moments or people usually make me feel kind of awkward, so I decided to mock them. That is, I plan to mock the characteristics about them I don't like in characters based solely off said characteristics. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy my story!
8 284Savage Sonata: Oath-sworn Song
Morgan belongs to the Khantani, a tribe of sea smiths granted the power to craft legendary weapons and armor by an otherworldly god, at the cost of being unable to wield the weapons themselves. For centuries they flourished in isolation until one day they find themselves being hunted by a genocidal king.Cast into a savage world filled with mystically twisted islands, Morgan must harness the power of slain beasts and wild spirits to craft weapons for his new fickle allies; a withdrawn soldier that can never leave war behind and a shapeshifter that forgets more of themselves day by day. **Updates are now Tuesdays and Saturdays** What kind of story is this? Savage Sonata is an epic fantasy story with classic fantasy world building. It contains light dungeon elements in the form of Isles, while heavily focusing on classes, character progression and the use of monster remains for crafting.
8 87