Post by shilo on Jun 20, 2010 11:37:57 GMT -5
i'll make my own way
it's a circle, a mean cycle
it's a circle, a mean cycle
A twenty-one year old beautiful red head. That was what most people saw when they looked at Shio. They didn’t see a girl that stepped out of line. They didn’t see someone who worked two part time jobs and took a full time schedule at college. They probably saw the college part, but not the jobs. They didn’t see a girl who was forced away from her boyfriend to move to the small, secluded town of forks. Most importantly, the thing people did not see was someone who had mistakenly gotten pregnant in high school and had someone’s baby. Not to mention, she had been forced to take that baby away from her father without so much as a word. But all those things made Shilo. Needless to say, life was not easy. When she first moved, she was determined to get herself and her daughter out of her parents’ home, even if she didn’t make it back to her father’s baby, which she hadn’t managed to accomplish yet. She hadn’t even made an attempt to replace Chase in Anjel’s life. In fact, maybe Shilo purposely made sure she told every guy that ever approached her that she was a single mother in the hopes that it would scare them all away. Well, so far, so good. She had managed to scare away every straight guy that showed an interest in her. She didn’t want their attention or their “love.” The ones that had accepted Anjel were a little harder to get rid of than the ones that decided a child, someone else’s child, was too much to take care of. To those people she made sure she showed pictures of her and Chase with Anjel. Shilo made sure they knew how controlling and obsessive her parents had become since an unplanned pregnancy became of their daughter. She did everything that would keep them from asking her on a date. She had already picked up and left on him. She couldn’t afford to commit infidelity, even they were no longer together and thousands of miles apart.
Somehow, quite expectedly, she had become very lonely and kind of disconnected. The only friend she had that remained was one she had met when she first came to Forks, a boy who decided she was perfect to receive relationship advice from. Really, her only company was the daughter she conceived, and it was hard to look at Anjel some days. Shilo looked at the girl and only saw Chase. The only features Anjel possessed that belonged to Shilo was her flaming red hair and her nose. Anjel’s eyes reminded Shilo distinctively of looking into Chase’s. In fact, when Anjel had asked Shilo why daddy hadn’t come to look for her and why he wasn’t around, they reminded Shilo of the night she told Chase she was pregnant. Looking into those eyes killed her and to see her daughter bare the same eyes two weeks before this day made her almost cry. She had been praying that Chase would find them after they moved. She prayed for it even more when she saw Anjel so torn over the fact that her dad wasn’t around. Until she could find a way to contact Chase, Shilo had been doing everything in her power to keep her daughter’s mind of the missing link in her life. She took Anjel to her grandparents, invited over “Uncle Blake,” Shilo’s best friend, and “Aunt Laney,” Blake’s girlfriend who didn’t care much for Shilo but was in love with Anjel, and even took her to the park regularly to play with friends she had manage to make. She was much better at making friends with people than her mother. Today, those options being out, Shilo had decided to take Anjel to the docks. It had become one of her favorite places as she liked to sit on the ground near the lake and feed the ducks. It was also very quiet and really secluded, those being Shilo’s favorite features. It seemed like a good plan to her. How could it ever fail?
Shilo, holding Anjel’s hand, led her daughter down to the water, a loaf of bread in Anjel’s hand. When they sat down together, Anjel sat close to Shilo. She wouldn’t lie. She found it adorable that her daughter sat so close to her all the time. They were so close. In fact, the only person Anjel would be closer to would probably be Chase. She was a definite daddy’s girls. As a mother, her mother, Shilo was kind of jealous of it. If ever Anjel was screaming and crying and Shilo couldn’t fix it, all she had to do was call Chase or hand the baby over to him and in a matter of seconds she would be calm. Then again, she had a tendency to stress out and babies supposedly knew when their parents were freaking out. She was not one to handle everything so well, not until Anjel was at least sleeping through the night. Only then did Shilo calm down enough to function like a normal human being. But doing it all alone was worse than anything. She had her parents to thank for that. It was also a reason she tried to keep them at a distance between her and Anjel. Shilo never told them where she was, unless she wanted to see them for something, like meeting up once or twice in the past weeks. They weren’t really her friends. She became aware of that when she came home from school one day and everything was packed in a moving van and she was forced into a car. Too bad she wasn’t sure she could convince Chase that happened. She wondered how he would honestly take that news. Would he believe her or think she was lying in an attempt to put it all on her parents? It wasn’t like Shilo didn’t understand what they were trying to do. They were trying to get her away from a town that practically shunned her and paid no attention to her. She just didn’t appreciate it. She was fine with things the way they were.
And now, Shilo had grown accustomed to this life, even if she wasn’t sure she liked it all that much. In reality, she was happy as long as Anjel was happy. Really, though, Shilo didn’t think keeping her daughter’s mind off things would fix what had happened. It wouldn’t take back what she had asked. Sure, Anjel was happy sitting right there, tossing bread crumbs as far as her little arms would let her, but this “happiness” was really only for the moment. It wouldn’t last long. Shilo knew to enjoy this while it lasted. It was only a matter of time before she was once again asked the question about Chase, and she wasn’t sure how to respond to it. She couldn’t just lie about it, but she didn’t want to put any negativity towards Anjel’s grandparents. Shilo felt more than enough anger towards them for both her and her daughter. No need to make anyone else mad at them. Anjel would just have to grow up hating Shilo for the lack of a father. That would be fine with her. But for now, there was no hate between the two of them. That was good. They had a bond that was quite obvious when, after about an hour or so of throwing bread into the air, Anjel tried her very best to wrap her arms around Shilo and nuzzled against her. Shilo moved her daughter so that she was sitting in her lap. It was just a matter of time until she was asleep. Then it would be hard to move Anjel, bu Shilo couldn’t do that. Things were just too cute the way they were. She decided she would have to wait until Anjel decided she was ready to go. It was funny how she was the one that took control of when they did things. Shilo lost that a long time ago, like when Anjel was born and woke everyone up at all hours of the night. So, it wasn’t hurting her to wait longer. What could happen in the time she would spend there to harm anyone? If they needed her, they had her phone number. That was it.
TAG !? chase ♥
WORD COUNT !? 1,393
GRAPHICS !? by nixon
LOCATION !? the docks
WEARING !? this
LYRICS !? careful ;; paramore
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !?