Chapter Four: Resentment

You've reached the deepest part
Of the secret in my heart
I've known it from the start
My only love
- Jennifer Love Hewitt

She was sent by her father every day to get water for the crops, and each day her father grew sicker and sicker and constantly needed her care. She hadn't told anyone about her engagement to Matthew, especially since she hadn't seen him in a few days. Imagine how she felt when word of an engagement between the two wealthiest families spread into the village; the Williams' middle child was engaged to Clarissa Tomlinson, daughter of probably the wealthiest family in Salem.

"Catherine." His voice startled her as the bucket slipped into the river. She turned to him, a confused look on her face as he kissed her gently on the lips.

"What are you doing on this side of the river?" She asked, pushing him away. It was a well known fact to every peasant living in the village that a wealthy person would rather die than cross the divide. Yet Matthew had come to her...

"I came to see you. You ran off the other night and we haven't spoken since."

"Well that sounds good to me, afterall you are engaged to Clarissa now." She ignored his eyes upon her as she crouched down, her light dress dragging in the mud as she stretched her hand out to reach the bucket.

"Catherine...That's nothing but a promise between our families." He said, struggling to find the words to convince her. She sighed and continued to ignore him, her fingers skimming the rim of the bucket as he crouched next to her. "I love you, Catherine." He said, taking her other hand and smiling as she blushed.

"Well you can't be with me if you're promised to her." She said, yanking her hand away as she pulled the bucket closer, filling it with water. They stood up in unison and he reached for the other bucket, already filled with water. "No, I don't need your charity." She said, pushing him firmly away as she groaned at the effect of the heavy water on her arms.

"Catherine, please..." He yelled after her, to no avail. On the other side of the river Clarissa watched the girl walk away from her fianceƩ, her brow creased in confusion. She had been taking a stroll along the riverside with her friend when she noticed Matthew across the river, her mind searching for reasons as to what he could be doing.

"Are you okay Clarissa?" Her friend, Lucinda asked, tucking a stray peice of brown hair behind her ear. Clarissa couldn't deny her friend was pretty, yet she got cast in the backlight at parties when Clarissa was around. Clarissa was the perfect image of beauty; her blonde hair trailed down her back when it was let down, and she seemed to glow with a certain elegance as she wore only the finest dresses. And who was the redhead who could compete with that?

She was laying on the backseat of his car, her cheek sticking to the warm leather. They were moving as she woke up, and she began to feel sick; what had happened? Surely it was a dream?

"So sleeping beauty's awake?" Liam laughed as she rubbed her cheek, staring at her through the mirror.

"Shut up and take us to school." She muttered, feeling like she had a hangover. Her bag was next to her and she reached into the zip for her mobile, hoping to find something to entertain her so she wouldn't have to talk to him. Afterall, if her dreams were true he had left her for some rich blonde named Clarissa. The mobile beemed the words at her; 13 missed calls! All from Amanda, of course, probably wondering why she wasn't at school. Liam was still staring at her through the mirror, but she couldn't exactly hide from his gaze.

"What are you looking at?" She asked as he began to annoy her. The car swirved abrubtly left and pulled into the school gates, making Natalie fall across the back seat as Liam laughed and got out the car.

"After you...Catherine." He whispered the last part as he opened the door to let her out, and she softly pushed him as he closed the door.

"Don't call me that." She said through gritted teeth, yet gasped as he pushed her back against the car door and kissed her roughly. Her eyes flew open in shock as he deepened the kiss, his body pinning her firmly against the door as she moaned in pleasure. His hands moved all over her body, finally settling on her back under her top. She closed her eyes as she fell more and more into his kiss, her body exploding with pleasure.

"My my Catherine, you haven't changed." He whispered, trailing kisses to her ear. It was as if her senses came back; she pushed him firmly and slapped him across the cheek, hard. His mouth hung open at her slap, and she was glad she pulled one on the sly jerk.

"I told you, don't call me that! My names Natalie, and I'm not this Catherine you're looking for." She said before walking away, putting all her strength into not turning back and running into his arms.

"Oh yeah, that's definately Catherine." He said, a smirk spreading across his face as he headed into the IT room.

"Where is she?" He screamed at his mother and Clarissa, who stood in front of him, blocking his exit.

"She's not right for you Matthew. Now, stop thinking about this pesant girl and we can focus on your wedding to Clarissa." His mother said, her arms crossed firmly across her chest. He pushed through them both, suddenly not caring if he hurt them.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is she?" He yelled, startling his father from his sleep.

"She decided to go swimming." Clarissa smirked, causing Matthew to frown as he tried to figure out what she meant. "Oh god..."

"Why do you care? She's a witch Matthew, she was only after your money." He growled in furstration and headed out the door towards the river, yelling her name and praying for a response. The sun was setting as he strained his eyes to find her, looking as far into the water as he could. A dark figure was at the other side of the river, sinking towards the ground. He gasped in shock as he realised what his family had done; how long had she been underwater anyway?

He jumped in and swam as fast as his lungs would let him, hoping he wasn't too late. Taking a deep breath he dived under, the water stinging his eyes as he drew closer. Her red hair flayed about her face as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to the surface as his body was about to spasm out of control.

"Oh god, Catherine?" He yelled as he pulled her onto the surface, her limbs numb and her eyes empty. "Catherine, don't do this to me!" He pulled his jacket off and wrapped his it around her, desperate to keep her warm. He pressed his lips to hers, trying to resucitate her as tears spilled from his eyes. "Please, please don't be dead..." He asked, holding her limp hand as he kissed it softly. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful; just as he remembered her from the night before, when they met down an alley in the dark of the night and couldn't contain their happiness.

"I love you Catherine." He whispered, stroking a stray bit of hair away from her face as he kissed her lips softly; her lips were cold and stiff, not the way he wanted to remember her. Tears fell freely down his face as he mourned the only one he had truly loved.

She was in the middle of Psychology when it came to her; she had no idea how it happened but she felt faint afterwards. Her scream startled the rest of the class as she collapsed, her world turning to black as students around her gasped.


"Liam, hey Liam!" Amanda ran after him when the bell rang, glad she had found him. She thought he deserved to know about Natalie. "Nat collapsed in Psych, and nobody can wake her up!" Tears were springing from her eyes as Liam felt like his heart was stopping; he couldn't lose her again. "She's in the nurses office." The pair of them ran to the office, desperate to see how Natalie was doing.

"Oh god, what if she doesn't wake up? What if she's put into a coma or something?" Amanda asked as they waited to go in. Liam put an arm around her shoulder reassuringly, his own eyes producing tears.

"I'm sure she'll be okay." He said as the nurse came out, her head caked with sweat. She murmered something about no visitors, but the pair begged with her to let them in. Finally she agreed to let one of them in for five minutes. "Amanda...mind if i go in?" He said, tears pouring down his face. She furrowed her brow at him; he had only known her a day yet he thought he had top priority and was crying?

"Uhh...yeah sure, I guess." She was mad, but she wasn't the type of person to show it. He pulled his arm from round her waist and opened the door, watching the nurse move off down the corridor. At least she was trusting him alone with Nat.

She was lying on the bed in the corner of the room, her skin pale and her eyes closed. His heart caught in his throat; she looked exactly like she did when she had died in Salem. He walked over to her slowly, praying for her to wake up and for everything to be okay. Sitting cautiously on the side of the bed, he leant over her so his face was directly above her.

"Natalie? Nat, can you hear me?" He whispered hoping she would stir, but nothing happened. "C..Catherine?" He muttered, his eyes brimming with tears once more. "Catherine, please don't leave me. Not again. I love you, please." Nothing happened as tears fell onto her flawless cheeks, following the curves of her face. He lent closer and hesitated before pressing his lips against hers, her lips cold like in Salem. "Please don't leave me.." He muttered against her lips.

"I'm not going anywhere." Her voice was groggy and harsh, like she had a terrible hangover. He laughed at the fact she was going to be okay, his face still hovering over hers as he stroked her hair back, her eyes pericing into his. "I died." He was shocked at the blunt brutality of her words; what was he supposed to say? "I died, and you tried to save me." She said, moving her hand to stroke his cheek gently as he smiled.


He sat on his bed, Clarissa sleeping softly next to him, her bare back shining in the light. The ring on her finger glistened as she moved her hands under the pillow, and Matthew held back a laugh as he thought about how he had been forced into wedding her. Typica that the only way they could do that was by killing the one he truly loved. The wedding went by without a hitch as they expected, and they even consummated their relationship on their wedding night in hopes that Clarissa would get pregnant.

The gun next to his bed seemed to glitter, urging him to do what he wanted; to finally be with Catherine. He looked towards his new wife and sighed in fustration; he didn't love her, he knew that. And he was pretty sure she knew it too. He winced as he moved for the gun; his shoulders ached from where Clarissa had dug her nails into his skin. He moved the gun around in his hand, urging himself to escape the life he hated. With his luck, Clarissa would be pregnant and he would be forced to raise a child with a woman he despised. He wanted so badly to be with Catherine, tears springing to his eyes as she had been killed a month ago. The whole wedding seemed rushed, as if they felt he would kill himself beforehand. He cocked the gun and held it to his head, finally smiling as he knew he was happy. A gunshot rang through the household.

Well, he had to admit, they were right.

She lay on her bed reading Sense and Sensibility, yet her mind was elsewhere. She had been sent home early because of her fainting spell, yet both her parents were out so it seemed pointless to her. Her friends were most likely out partying, and she couldn't help but be envious. Her brother was out with his girlfriend, Tanya, a girl from her year with big breasts and the IQ of a nut.

"Shittt." A voice yelled outside her window, and she rushed to see what was happening. There was a reasonablyclimbable tree outside her window and she saw none other than Liam climbing up it. Well, attempting to climb up it in his drunken stupor.

"Liam?" Natalie hissed, sliding her window up, "What the hell are you doing?" He was almost at her window, and she was suprised at what lengths he would go to to piss her off.

"I thought I'd serenade you, like in Romeo and watsit." He was gesturing wildly with his hands for her to let him in, and she sighed; she couldn't be bothered to deal with him now. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up, careful not to get him stuck in the branches. They both fell back with a loud thud, Liam landing on top of her as his breath stank of whiskey.

"You're drunk. What do you want?" She asked; she had gone back to being cold hearted, refusing to let him in. Attempting to push him off her, she placed her hands on his arms and was sidetracked by his muscles.

"I think you know what I want..." He whispered, his breath tingling her ear. He trailed kisses along her jaw and stopped at her mouth, kissing her gently and urging her to want more. His hands found hers and pinned them above her head, leaving her helpless, and him in control. She deepened the kiss, desperate to feel him, to be connected with him. Holding both her hands in one of his, his other hand wormed under her top, cupping her breast as she moaned in pleasure. His hands moved down to the bottom of the skirt she wore, finding its own way underneath and groaning as he discovered she was wearing tights.

"Tease." He whispered, slipping her clothes off until she lay under him in her underwear. He looked at her breathlessly; she was beautiful in every aspect. His hands caressed the inside of her thighs, making her want to scream in pleasure. She undressed him slowly, kissing his tanned chest as she worked her way down. As she wrapped her legs around his waist he picked her up, supporting her with his hands under her bum. Their passion heated up as he pushed her back, her body slamming against the wall as she giggled; the shelf next to them collapsed as he thrusted, books falling about them as she pushed her hands above her in pleasure.

His hands moved up to her breasts, leaving her stuck between him and the wall as he pushed deeper inside her. She was still wearing her bra, but it only turned Liam on more. His breathing had become irregular as they both gasped for air, her red hair tumbling around her pink and black lace bra. After their intense love-making was over, they collapsed on her bed, both of them with their head in the clouds and a sense of never coming back down. Neither of them had ever felt anything like what they had just done, even when they lived in Salem and their relationship was kept secret.

"Time for round two?" She muttered in his ear, not bothering to wait for a response as she straddled him, almost pushing him over the edge once more as he gripped her waist, urging her to go on.

Authors Note: Reviews pls :) This is a generally happy chapter, but there's more angst to come for the newfound lovers. So reviews pls :)
And sorry I haven't been posting lately, I have my exams and shiz going on so I might not be posting until June.