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43- End of the Dream

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I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL!! THAT MEANS SUMMER WRITING SPREE, AND ALSO THAT I'M A SENIOR!

Chapter Forty-Three

~Thea's POV~

I storm away from the beach, each step feeling like a furious drum that keeps vibrating through my entire body. I push through crowds, not even bothering to be polite about it, and nearly burn off some surfer's hair when he gives me a nasty look because I accidentally knocked into him and made him drop his precious board.

Videl, stupid, damn, selfish, stubborn, argumentative, murderous BASTARD. Every bad word I can think of, I think-shout it at Videl's name. Or think-scream. Or think-howl, or think-shriek.

We had been in Costa Rica for a month, and I was just starting to get a good feeling about my life, even those it's obviously screwed up, and then Videl had to ruin it! Now I know that I mean literally nothing to him, and that he's just trying to look after me because of some stupid thing he has against Loki, and I don't even know what that is.

As I stalk past the hotel, deciding to bypass the idea of going back to the room because Videl and Angelique will look there, my golden necklace hums against my skin rapidly, causing Jack's dolphin necklace to rattle against my neck. I don't pay it any attention, but continue walking, turning onto the street.

It's a small street, then the town square, not paved, with a couple small stores and restaurants centered around a fountain of some historical leader, I don't even give a damn who it is. I walk around tourists, Spanish-speaking natives, dogs, chickens, and squealing children in an absolute rage, clenching my fists and breathing like a provoked dragon. Which is applicable because the tips of my fingers are beginning to burn slightly with my tempted flame.

I walk under a covered tunnel, which, above me, doubles as a bridge that the townspeople use to walk their animals across, or just another way to get to the beach. Under the bridge, it's cool and quiet, with half a dozen crates thrown around, some with overripe or rotten fruit still spilling out from them.

I nimbly climb up on top of one of the larger crates, leaning my head against the cool wall and looking up at the tunnel's ceiling. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

No matter how hard I try, I can't get Videl's hateful words out of my head. I feel sick just thinking about them, and even sicker when I remember what I had said to him. I don't feel sorry. But the one thing that had shocked me, and still continues to appear in the back of my head are the tears that were plastered on Videl's face. Videl, actually crying? And why was he crying about Leah? He didn't care about her at all, he had killed her in cold blood. He had tortured me. He'd never apologized for anything that he's ever done to me, not anything. For what freaking reason had he been crying?

I think about Loki. Had Videl been right? Is the Loki I had known before Neidra not really the real Loki? Is Neidra's influence more of a beacon than a blockade?

My head spinning, I sigh, leaning against the wall, and begin playing with my fingers. Thankfully, the burning in my fingers-and the necklace- has stopped, once I had gotten control of myself. I'm not shaking anymore either, and my breathing isn't as ragged. Maybe at last, I've become the master of my emotions.