A Missing Puzzle Piece
Chapter 17
2 YEARS LATER
Nicole's POV
Ilya looked into my eyes and sighed. "Nicole, she's not coming back! It's been 2 years! I do not see why we have to wait any longer!"
I was in tears. "Please," My voice was raspy. "Give it another 6 months! I want her here for my wedding!"
Ilya wasn't sympathetic anymore. "Look, I think you want to marry me, but perhaps I'm incorrect."
"No!" I screamed. "Please can we just wait on it!"
His shoulders sagged. "I have an idea. You said give it 6 months. Fine. Pick a weekend in July."
It was Decemeber 17th. i nodded. "That seems fair. But Ilya, you can't get mad at me about... Her." I dance around saying her name.
Ilya kissed me lightly. "I'm sorry."
"I'm going to make you sorry."
He pushed me up against the wall and I knew I was his prisnor until he was done with me. I opened my mouth to grant him access and his tongue explored it.
He pulled my shirt off and easily slid my sweatpants to the ground. Returning the favor, I unbuttoned his shirt, and unzipped his pants, sliding them to the ground. He undid my bra and pulled down my panties.
Ilya threw my down into the bed. There was no time to tease, he was too fargone for that.
He slid into me and thrusted hard and fast. I picked up my speed, knowing neither of us would last.
His thrusts were already getting sloppy, and I was going to blow at any moment. But I came first, screaming his name as the orgasm took me.
His came soon after, and we rode it out together.
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Zach's POV
"ZACH!"
My eyes fluttered open. Carrie. Of course. "What?"
Her nasily voice replied, "It's time to wake up. It's already 8:30!"
"Is that all?" I muttered to myself. "Coming."
Carrie and I had gone public YESTERDAY. And I'll look like a bitch if I dump her now, even though we've been dating in secret for around 6 months. Yes I was determined to keep her a secret.
Coming downstairs, I missed the red walls of the old house Travis and I used to share. Travis had kicked me out on Jaymes's request. We both have bitchy girlfriends.
"I didn't have time to make you any food, but I made you some waffles and now I'm going to be late! I hope you enjoy the waffles!" Carrie said, a hint of anger in her voice.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
I kept my anger in. Out? Where's that? I have the sneaking suspicion she's cheating on me, but there's nothing I can do about that, it there?
Once she left I threw out the waffles. God knows I can't cook, but I can try
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3 AM (Still Zach's POV)
There was a knock on the door downstairs. I stirred, thinking it was just me. But when the person rapped on the door again, I got up and went downstairs.
It was pouring, and I opened the door.
Standing in the doorframe was a small girl. Even in the dark I could see she had long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was TINY. She looke about 5'7, but I could see her clothes would fit anyone else, but hung off her body limply, like a dead tree branch off a tree. She looked unhealthy, like she was a ghost with a beating heart. Her clothing was soaked through. She had deep-set eyes and bags under them. She was crying.
"Hello." I said, trying to sound welcoming to this stranger.
"Hi." Her voice broke and a new round of tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Don't cry," I whispered, hoping I wouldn't wake Carrie.
She sobbed, "Please help me!"
"What can I do?"
"Drive me to this address." She handed me a slip of paper. I recognized my old address. I looked into her eyes.
"Travis and Jaymes?" I asked.
She nodded. "Please!"
I said, "Alright. How did you get here though?"
She sniffled. "Leah."
"Where's Leah?"
She shrugged.
I showed her to the garage and she climbed into the Lexus. She was crying again. I had no idea where she came from, or who Leah was. What did she want with Zajac? Or Jaymes maybe? But she seemed to know exactly where she needed to go. Did she know who I was?
We pulled up in front of Travis's house. I felt a pang of disappointment, the house used to be mine too. Before Jaymes and Carrie. Back when life was SO MUCH BETTER. I longed for those days. I don't know what made everything fall to pieces.
She got out of the car. "Thanks." She said, a sob caught in her throat.
I nodded. "I'll wait here until Travis lets you in." She walked up to the door and I saw her knock. After a few minutes, Travis answered the door. She said something to him and his whole face lit up. He led her inside and shut the door.
I sighrd. I wished I had asked her more qusetions. But her voice had been flat, and she hadn't wanted to make conversation. I turned on the radio. Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen. "She'll let you into the parts of herself that will bring you down, She'll let you into her heart if you got a hammer and a vise."
The lyrics came out of the speakers. Too slow. I changed it to a rock station, "Who Says You Can't Go Home" by Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles. "Who says you can't go home? Who says you can't go back? Been all around the world and as a matter of fact There's only one place left I wanna go Who says you can't go home?"
I pulled back into the garage and Carrie was standing on the stairs. She looked aggravated and slightly threatning.
She shrieked, "ZACHARY JUSTIN PARISE WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Her voice echoed off the walls of the roomy garage.
"Some girl-"
"What girl? Are you sleeping around? You're supposed to be my boyfriend! Maybe even my fiance! My HUSBAND! If you ever-"
"I was gone for 20 minutes!"
"20 minutes is enough time to go somewhere else, have sex and come back!"
"No its not Carrie"
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT? YOU ARE SLEEPING AROUND!" She screamed angrily.
I yelled back, "You're so UNREASONABLE!" I considered getting back in the car and speeding off. But I would have to something about her, and I better just do it
Carrie yelled, "I'll never choose YOU as my husband if you're going to be like this."
I muttered, "Last time I checked the GUYS did the asking." I raised my voice. "No guy would chose you anyway!" Okay, maybe THAT was a little harsh. But it did the trick.
She was so pissed at me now. She ran down the stairs. She slapped me in the face, and screamed, "Just to let you know I've slept with Adam Larsson, Adam Henrique, Bryce Salvador, Ryan Callahan, Brian Boyle, Alex Semin and so many others. All better lays than you!"
She unlocked her car. Before getting in she snapped, "We're over, and this is the last you'll ever see of me."
Nicole's POV
Ilya looked into my eyes and sighed. "Nicole, she's not coming back! It's been 2 years! I do not see why we have to wait any longer!"
I was in tears. "Please," My voice was raspy. "Give it another 6 months! I want her here for my wedding!"
Ilya wasn't sympathetic anymore. "Look, I think you want to marry me, but perhaps I'm incorrect."
"No!" I screamed. "Please can we just wait on it!"
His shoulders sagged. "I have an idea. You said give it 6 months. Fine. Pick a weekend in July."
It was Decemeber 17th. i nodded. "That seems fair. But Ilya, you can't get mad at me about... Her." I dance around saying her name.
Ilya kissed me lightly. "I'm sorry."
"I'm going to make you sorry."
He pushed me up against the wall and I knew I was his prisnor until he was done with me. I opened my mouth to grant him access and his tongue explored it.
He pulled my shirt off and easily slid my sweatpants to the ground. Returning the favor, I unbuttoned his shirt, and unzipped his pants, sliding them to the ground. He undid my bra and pulled down my panties.
Ilya threw my down into the bed. There was no time to tease, he was too fargone for that.
He slid into me and thrusted hard and fast. I picked up my speed, knowing neither of us would last.
His thrusts were already getting sloppy, and I was going to blow at any moment. But I came first, screaming his name as the orgasm took me.
His came soon after, and we rode it out together.
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Zach's POV
"ZACH!"
My eyes fluttered open. Carrie. Of course. "What?"
Her nasily voice replied, "It's time to wake up. It's already 8:30!"
"Is that all?" I muttered to myself. "Coming."
Carrie and I had gone public YESTERDAY. And I'll look like a bitch if I dump her now, even though we've been dating in secret for around 6 months. Yes I was determined to keep her a secret.
Coming downstairs, I missed the red walls of the old house Travis and I used to share. Travis had kicked me out on Jaymes's request. We both have bitchy girlfriends.
"I didn't have time to make you any food, but I made you some waffles and now I'm going to be late! I hope you enjoy the waffles!" Carrie said, a hint of anger in her voice.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
I kept my anger in. Out? Where's that? I have the sneaking suspicion she's cheating on me, but there's nothing I can do about that, it there?
Once she left I threw out the waffles. God knows I can't cook, but I can try
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3 AM (Still Zach's POV)
There was a knock on the door downstairs. I stirred, thinking it was just me. But when the person rapped on the door again, I got up and went downstairs.
It was pouring, and I opened the door.
Standing in the doorframe was a small girl. Even in the dark I could see she had long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was TINY. She looke about 5'7, but I could see her clothes would fit anyone else, but hung off her body limply, like a dead tree branch off a tree. She looked unhealthy, like she was a ghost with a beating heart. Her clothing was soaked through. She had deep-set eyes and bags under them. She was crying.
"Hello." I said, trying to sound welcoming to this stranger.
"Hi." Her voice broke and a new round of tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Don't cry," I whispered, hoping I wouldn't wake Carrie.
She sobbed, "Please help me!"
"What can I do?"
"Drive me to this address." She handed me a slip of paper. I recognized my old address. I looked into her eyes.
"Travis and Jaymes?" I asked.
She nodded. "Please!"
I said, "Alright. How did you get here though?"
She sniffled. "Leah."
"Where's Leah?"
She shrugged.
I showed her to the garage and she climbed into the Lexus. She was crying again. I had no idea where she came from, or who Leah was. What did she want with Zajac? Or Jaymes maybe? But she seemed to know exactly where she needed to go. Did she know who I was?
We pulled up in front of Travis's house. I felt a pang of disappointment, the house used to be mine too. Before Jaymes and Carrie. Back when life was SO MUCH BETTER. I longed for those days. I don't know what made everything fall to pieces.
She got out of the car. "Thanks." She said, a sob caught in her throat.
I nodded. "I'll wait here until Travis lets you in." She walked up to the door and I saw her knock. After a few minutes, Travis answered the door. She said something to him and his whole face lit up. He led her inside and shut the door.
I sighrd. I wished I had asked her more qusetions. But her voice had been flat, and she hadn't wanted to make conversation. I turned on the radio. Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen. "She'll let you into the parts of herself that will bring you down, She'll let you into her heart if you got a hammer and a vise."
The lyrics came out of the speakers. Too slow. I changed it to a rock station, "Who Says You Can't Go Home" by Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles. "Who says you can't go home? Who says you can't go back? Been all around the world and as a matter of fact There's only one place left I wanna go Who says you can't go home?"
I pulled back into the garage and Carrie was standing on the stairs. She looked aggravated and slightly threatning.
She shrieked, "ZACHARY JUSTIN PARISE WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Her voice echoed off the walls of the roomy garage.
"Some girl-"
"What girl? Are you sleeping around? You're supposed to be my boyfriend! Maybe even my fiance! My HUSBAND! If you ever-"
"I was gone for 20 minutes!"
"20 minutes is enough time to go somewhere else, have sex and come back!"
"No its not Carrie"
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT? YOU ARE SLEEPING AROUND!" She screamed angrily.
I yelled back, "You're so UNREASONABLE!" I considered getting back in the car and speeding off. But I would have to something about her, and I better just do it
Carrie yelled, "I'll never choose YOU as my husband if you're going to be like this."
I muttered, "Last time I checked the GUYS did the asking." I raised my voice. "No guy would chose you anyway!" Okay, maybe THAT was a little harsh. But it did the trick.
She was so pissed at me now. She ran down the stairs. She slapped me in the face, and screamed, "Just to let you know I've slept with Adam Larsson, Adam Henrique, Bryce Salvador, Ryan Callahan, Brian Boyle, Alex Semin and so many others. All better lays than you!"
She unlocked her car. Before getting in she snapped, "We're over, and this is the last you'll ever see of me."
11/30/12