Hate, Anger & Regret
“Excellent!” Spike said excitingly and held her hand, helping her to her feet. “What do you wanna do now?”
“I’m not too sure,” she turned to Scoots and Lyvia, “...any ideas guys?”
Lyvia shook her head; she didn’t feel like doing anything with Sweetie right now. Scootaloo however, had to go and she stood up and walked over to Sweetiebelle and gave her a hug.
“I have to go, Rainbow wants me to start training for the Wonder Bolts again. I’ll see you soon...” she let go of the hug; “It was great to see you again.” she smiled and flew off into the sky.
“Oh well... Spike what do you wanna do?” Sweetiebelle asked as she watched her best friend fly off into the sky.
“How about we go into town for a while? We can see if there’s anything good to buy.” he suggested, looking a Lyvia for approval, wondering if she would want to go.
“Ooo That sounds like fun. Lets go!” Sweetiebelle bounced in excitement.
Lyvia nodded, although she didn’t entirely want to go. She was only going to go with them because she had nothing better to do. Also, she wanted to explain herself for why she got them expelled from Canterlot School of Equestria’s Gifted; it had been picking away at her mind for a while and she felt like she was being a crappy friend. In fact, it would be best to ruin there moods before she went off with them, just so she could get it out of the way... after all, she was a crappy person.
“Hey Spike. I need to talk to you two.” Lyvia called out as they had began walking; which happened to stop them in their tracks as they looked around at her; curiously.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I want to tell you the reason why I got you expelled.” she began, looking down as she felt a little ashamed.
Hearing this, Spike immediately got defensive and distrust filled through him. He felt so angry with her for what she did. Yet, he was willing to hear her out, just so he could hear the reason why.
“Well... Spit it out, will you!” Spike growled.
“Please, don’t think bad of me when I say this... I didn’t have a choice...” she sat down against the tree. “You see, I used to work with the Black Apple Gang, and so I knew of their plans. I tried to get you guys out of that school so that you could be safe... but... but that didn’t work and you still got kidnapped... I’m... I’m really sorry.” she apologised and hid her face in her face; she was absolutely ashamed.
What she had just said was spinning through Spike and Sweetiebelle’s minds. They didn’t know if they had heard her right or not, did she just say that she was part of the Black Apple Gang?
Fear and Anger sprouted in Sweetie as she was looking in the eyes of someone who worked with her kidnappers.
“YOU’RE PART OF THE BLACK APPLES!” she yelled aloud and she clenched her fist.
“I’m not part of them anymore... I quit and I had to run away... because you can’t just leave them... they hunted me down, or at least tried too... that senior that Lil’ Dew tried to kill was one of them... it’s also why he didn’t die.” a few tears began to fall from her eyes and drip down her cheek, her sobs were also present in her voice. “I didn’t want to tell you directly because I had only just become friends with you guys, and I didn’t want to destroy that... but I see that I was being stupid...!”
“Yeah! You were!” Spike snarled and he too clenched his fist and he gritted his teeth. He was fuelled with blinding rage that he would surely end up taking it out on Lyvia.
“I’ll leave you if you want... I see that I’m not wanted here at all... I’ll just go back home and be alone again...” she got up and she choked on her sobs when she said ‘alone’. She knew that she had just ruined an already unstable friendship, and she wished that none of it had ever happened.
She was trying to be mature about everything, but she was still only the same age as Spike and Sweetie, she was still only fourteen years old and she couldn’t help but let her emotions get to better of her. She began to openly sob, letting tears stream down and form together on the leafy ground.
“I’m really sorry okay... I never wanted this to happen... I was trying to help you... but I f-failed...” she took her hands away and looked up at them with teary eyes. She was willing to leave if they wanted too, but then she wouldn’t have any friends.
These words made Sweetiebelle reconsider her feelings. She didn’t understand why she would be angry with someone who at least tried to help her, but she didn’t like being kept in the dark, she never did.
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell us.” she said, sounding less aggressive but still a little hostile as she slowly began to step towards the crying, cream-coloured, earth pony.
“Be-because... I didn’t want to lose you as a friend if I told you that I was part of their gang... so I acted distant and mysterious so I wouldn’t give anything away...”
“Likely story!” Spike spoke, sounding unconvinced and he began to pull on Sweetie’s hand; tugging her away. “Come on Sweetie, let’s go.”
“No.” Sweetiebelle pulled her hand away and walked closer to Lyvia; she felt sorry for her and she believed her story. “Lyvia... what you did was brave and selfless... even though I hate you for it.” she said and held her hand out. “Do ya want to come into town with us?”
“Sweetiebelle!” Spike protested.
“Spike! She’s my friend and I understand her reason’s why. I won’t hate her over a failure.”
“It’s not just a failure, she got you kidnapped by not telling us!”
“Are you deaf Spike, she just said that she was scared to tell us!”
“The Lyvia I know isn’t scared of anything!”
“Then you obviously don’t know her!”
“I know her well enough to know how evil she can be and how much of a bad girl she is!”
Sweetiebelle growled as she heard this, from all people, she never expected Spike to be such as asshole to them.
“Then you can just go away... I don’t want to see you!” she yelled back.
Spike’s eyes widened as he heard this; he was shocked. “Wh-what? Are you choosing her over me?”
“You heard me Spike... go away... I don’t want to see you for a while!” she picked up a rock and threw it at him, cutting through his scales and making him bleed. “Come on Lyvia.” she grabs the crying girl’s hand and starts to pull her along and away from Spike who couldn’t do anything apart from stand there.
“Sweetiebelle wait! I...” Spike began to call after her but instead she was immediately interrupted.
“I don’t care Spike... come speak to us when you want to apologise!” Sweetiebelle scowled and continued to pull Lyvia along.
The two girls walked all the way into the centre of the town, Sweetie was pulling Lyvia most of the time though. however, as the turned onto the main street, Lyvia began to walk on her own beside Sweetie and she wiped away her tears; trying to seem strong again. She was utterly shocked and surprised that Sweetiebelle had accepted her as a friend even after what she had done... but now her and Spike were fighting and she couldn’t help but feel guilty for that.
“Are you two going to okay?” she asked softly. She had changed a little and tried to act like her normal self again, which she hadn’t been in years.
“I don’t know Lyvia, if Spike apologises then I’ll stay with him... but if he keeps this up then I’ll just dump him.” Sweetie replied.
“But you two were perfect together and I thought you vowed to stay together...?” Lyvia began to argue, she wanted the two to stay together so she wouldn’t feel responsible for a break-up.
“It’s as you said, Lyvia... Young love doesn’t last.” Sweetie answered simple and the two of them arrived at the markets. “Anything you want?”
Lyvia shook her head. “No... I’m alright, thank you for asking though... I think I just want to sit down.”
“Okay then, anything that’ll make you smile.” she brought her over to a roadside bench and the two sat down next to each other. They had a great view of the markets and they could see everyone who was there; Sweetiebelle even knew some of them. They was Carrot Top selling her carrots, Granny Smith, who was still alive somehow, was buying apple based products, Blossom Forth was there too, but she was just sitting at a café table.
However, someone else caught her eye, and she didn’t know who they were. She could see something rather appealing though, he wasn’t a normal person, no, he was a griffon. Although he wasn’t Gilda, he was the same age as them and he actually looked kind of cute.
She also noticed that this griffon was staring back at her and her had a slight grin on his face. To her surprise, the griffon began to walk over to them.
“Hey babe, whatcha up to?” he asked seductively and he put his elbow on the bench’s armrest.
Sweetiebelle sighed. “I’m not a ‘babe’... and I have a boyfriend.”
“He’s not here right now though...” he stared into her dreamy eyes, which ironically happened to be full of rage and despair.
“I don’t have to be with him all the time. Now leave me alone.” Sweetiebelle warned.
“I don’t have to do what you say, babe. You look too cute for me to resist.” he grinned and put and arm on her shoulder.
“Alright, creep! Get away from her! Right, now!” Lyvia stood up in a fit of rage to protect her only friend and she clenched her fists; readying herself for a fight.
“Or what? You’ll poke me to death?” he laughed and kissed Sweetiebelle on the cheek and grinned at her once more.
“Alright... that’s it!” she stepped forward and grabbed the griffon by a scruff of feathers and she held him in this grip. “I warned you, asshole!”
She used her other hand to hold him by the throat and she used a leg and knee him on the back of his knee, which hit a nerve and slightly numbed his leg.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” he yelped.
To finish him off, Lyvia threw him to the floor and stomped on his stomach, immediately winding him.
“AAARHHH!!!” he screamed in pain.
“Did that put you in your place, or do you want a stomp to your genitals?” she threatened and lifted her foot up.
The griffon shook his head quickly in fear of her. He didn’t expect her to be so strong from how small she was.
“Good.” she turned to look at Sweetiebelle. “You okay?”
Sweetie nodded, “Yeah... why did you do that?” she asked with a slight smile on her face. She wasn’t going to hide it; she quite liked watching that.
“Because I’m not letting my only friend get flirted on by some worthless creep.” she explained. “You accepted me when no one else did, I won’t forget that, Sweetiebelle... Thank you.” she said simply and the two of them began to walk away from the scene, leaving the poor, injured griffon to roll around in agony as some people snicked and others rushed to help him.