Shattered Princess

[Amorentia]

Seeing him with her, the look of love on his face, it was everything I'd been waiting to see since the day he said he loved me.  That moment when I would know it was all lies, that I had been a fool once more, and that it was over.  I stood there, watching as her body devoured his, my heart shattering at the vision before me.  As Peni moved forward to where the three of them stood, a tangle of arms and legs, I stepped back, taking a deep breath as I closed my eyes, my heart, against him and left.

On autopilot, I made my way back to the house that was supposed to be ours, pulling out my wand to send a patronus to someone I new would understand. Someone that was no better.  Up the stairs, I stopped in the nursery, kissing the tops of the three tiny heads in the room, whispering instructions to Kelsey of where I'd be but swearing her to secrecy, reminding her to use the tapes I'd made of the kids bed time story and the song Brails liked,  before heading to my room.  Our room.  Seeing the pictures of the two of us together on the nightstand, I fought against the catch in my chest, refusing to cry.  Not yet, not now, not here. Not over him.  I went to the closet, grabbing a bag and stuffing underclothes in it before deciding not to waste time gathering much else, walking out to grab what essentials I needed.  My eyes fell on the Prince Charming and Sleeping beauty figurine that bastard kept on his side of the bed.  A symbol of the lie he'd fed me, I grabbed it without a thought, chucking it at the wall and watching the glass sparkle as it fell to the floor. Looking at it on the floor, a bitter laugh bubbled up seeing the Prince was still intact, but the princess...she was shattered into tiny pieces.  My arms wrapped around me, holding tight, trying to stop the gaping pain ripping through me, willing it to stop. 

I took a picture off the dresser of our family, tracing my finger across the smiling faces before I placed it on the bed, taking a post it from my stack and quickly penning him a note,

                                                I hope it was worth it. 

As the first two tears slid down my cheeks and I felt my chest began to tighten, I looked down at the ring on my finger, his promise of forever still ringing in my ears, as I closed my eyes and slid it off, placing it gently on top of the letter, in front of the picture of everything that he'd destroyed. 

"Sara...." I heard a familiar voice behind me, the footsteps bringing him closer.

"Don't touch me." I held up a hand turning to look at Reg, "Your just as bad as he is." I could feel that choking in my throat, knowing I couldn't hold it much longer, I said to him, "If he's not back in an hour or two, please call Ab to get the twins and you take Brailee home.  Kelsey can help Ab out."

"Sara, slow down, what are you talking about?" his voice tried to be soothing as he moved to place a hand on my shoulder.

I jerked away from him, half yelling as the anger flowed back through me, "Don't touch me" My voice was beginning to crack, and I turned my saline eyes on his, "You said he wasn't that guy...you said he wasn't like you..." I brought my hands up over my face, covering my tears as I tried to breath, getting myself back under control.  The overpowering surges of hurt, anger, and frustration at my own stupidity were at war with one another, dragging me from one direction to another. 

"Blaise...Sara did he do something...."

I looked up to see him looking genuinely surprised, and I laughed bitterly, "Of course he did. I'm never enough...you'd think I'd be used to that by now..."  I wiped my eyes, moving to grab my bag, "I need to get away from here...a few days...can you just do what I asked?"

"You know I will, but who told you this?  I just don't see Blaise with anyone else...he loves you.."

"I guess he had us both fooled," I told him with a shrug, taking one last look at the picture, flicking my wand to fill the room with a song, "No one had to tell me, Reg, just like with you, I got to see it with my own eyes," I held up a hand to keep him away from me, "With you, a part of me was expecting it, and I got up and brushed myself off....this..." I shook my head, there weren't words for the pain that was this. 

"You can't go..." he tried again.

"I can't stay," I looked up at him, letting my eyes show the rage burning inside of me, "If I do, I'll kill him." Part of me wanted to, God knew he'd stomped on me without a thought, but I had to keep my head, for my kids.  I had to leave for my kids.  Here, here was better for them, I didn't know who or what I would be by morning.

              

I pushed past him, not looking back.  The part of my life in that room was done.  I needed to find a way to accept that before I set foot in this house again, 

Jalil POV

It was a compulsion I felt to leave the Veteran Pack House to come outside. Something wasn't right. Once outside I saw Scrappy crying, rushing out of her house. It was the echo of her pain that I was feeling, drawing me to her. I jogged over asking, "Scrappy...?"

Her eyes were dark like they always were when she was maddest. She warned me off, "Go away J."

That wasn't going to happen. With all that had happened lately, I wasn't surprised something broke. I'd spent long enough away from her these last couple of weeks. Not moving from my Sidekick I asked, "What happened?"

Scrappy let out a bitter laugh, "What always happens?  I found him fucking someone else." A sour smile dawned her pouty lips, "And not just anyone. But Pansy."

Stop the presses. Back the record up. Eyes wide with disbelief, I stepped forward feeling my hands wanting to start shaking, "No, he didn't. Not after you've been killing yourself for him all this time. Where is he?"

"Doesn't even matter," Shaggy shook her head. "I should have known.  That's what guys do.  They get bored and they fuck you over."

Biting back the weight of my anger wasn't easy. I'd seen what Blaise did to my Sister. Now he was doing it to my Scrappy. He was the bane of my existence and of the women I loved.  "Where are you going? What are you going to do?" I asked, knowing where she said, I was going to be there, too.

"I'm getting out of here," she stated. "Past that, who knows." After a shrug, she ran a hand through her hair, "Don't you have some girls to get back too?  Some game to play?" Bile filled her words. It didn't bother me. I didn't mind in the least her taking some anger out on me if it helped her. Shaking her head, she laughed sharply moving past me, "I'm outta here."

With a non-threatening arm around her, I pulled her back to me with one gentle request, "There's only one place I've been wanting to be. If you go, let me go with you."

Sara POV:

I turned in his arms, my fury flaming,"Why so you can screw me too?"  J was a player.  Apparently, to every man in my life, I was just a game.  Why shouldn't he join the ranks?  Looking back over all our moments, I wondered if that's what he was doing anyway, "If that's the case, let's get it over with now.  You can get yours and get gone and it's a whole lot less messy on both ends" I looked him over, adding. "You can go back and tell everybody you had your turn and your officially part of the gang"  

His arm around me tightened, his expression sincere when he replied, "You know it's not like that with me. it never has been. I'm your friend," he pause, "Who loves you. you don't need to do this alone. If you change your mind, I can use my portkey necklace to get back. Come on..."

Closing my eyes, I refused to believe the sincerity in his face.  Blaise had looked sincere too every time he'd soothed me with his words of how he wasn't that guy.  Trying to remind myself that J was more than a player, that he really was my friend, my best friend before I'd been so stupid as to allow my love for Blaise to over ride everything else that mattered in my life.  Quietly, I warned, "I'm telling you now J, this is not the time to play games with me."

"I'm not playing. I never have been. Let's get out of here." Opening my eyes, I looked up at him.  Over his shoulder I saw Reg pulling the door to my house opened and I knew I had to decide right there, before Reg could come over or Blaise could return home.  Wrapping an arm around J's waist, I said simply, "Fine." and apparated us out.

[Amorentia]

Feb. 8, 2010 at 6:04 PM

Blaise Zabini written by Amorentia Sara Black written by shtteredprncess. Jalil Clearwater written by Amorentia

 

Want to read more? What to join in the Creative Writing fun? Our full stories are in the RPG writing group Through The Looking Glass. Link HERE to join as a reader or writer. Or check out our Sister Group for artists of all kinds: Written In The Stars HERE.

(Original Poster)

[stargazer69]

Feb. 8, 2010 at 6:09 PM

Oh...this is so heartbreaking.  I hope Blaise is happy too, poor Sara, talk about hitting her where it hurts.  The shattering of the statue...that made me cry.  I hope J can help her somehow.  Bitter, angry and hurt...she needs someone.  I hope Peni has someone too......

[louisianagir76l]

Feb. 8, 2010 at 7:26 PM

Holy crap.

[mountainluvnmom]

Feb. 8, 2010 at 8:13 PM

Awww...Scrappy, save your tears, he's an ass and doesn't deserve them!  I know I am absolutely horrible, but I am so excited to see Scrappy and J leaving together!  I have my fingers crossed that this is what I have been waiting for!  Blaise is a dick and J is a doll and Scrappy deserves someone as sweet as she is!