“Yes, I am,” I said calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I said it.
“Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
“I love him,” I said.
“I thought you loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
“You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander more than her.
“Why don’t you love me?” she asked.
“You raped me, and I married you only because the baby,” I said. “Then I stayed with you, because I thought you would get your dad to tell the psychiatric board I wasn’t ready for the job.”
“Wait…What baby?” Grey asked her brow furrowed.
“The baby…You got pregnant the night you raped me. You had a miscarriage, remember?” she had to remember, right? Maybe she had repressed it, but it wasn’t like her to repress things. That was more my style.
“Oh my God,” Grey laughed, and shook her head. “You really fell for that?”
“Fell for what?”
“I lied to you. I was never pregnant. I told you a lie, and I knew you would marry me. You would never let a child suffer,” said Grey. Something inside me broke. It was one thing to lie, but it was another thing to lie about a child.
“How dare you…You’re such a bitch, a selfish, hateful bitch,” I spat. I tried organizing words in my mind. It wasn’t working.
“I didn’t know any other way,” she said coolly.
“Why did you want me anyway? Was it not obvious enough that I was gay? You’ve kept me in misery for years,” I said.
“I wanted you, because you were sexy. We would be all the rage, and I wanted that. I knew you were gay, but I thought I could turn you…I was wrong,” she said her head down.
“Yes, you were wrong; because of you I have been stressed. All I’ve wanted was Alexander, but no, I couldn’t have him. I was with you, and you kept me on such a tight leash Grey,” I said, furious. “I was ready to commit suicide, and it was all your fault.”
“Damien, I’m sorry,” Grey said, but it was not sincere.
“No you aren’t,” I walked up the stairs she trailed behind me.
“Damn it Damien, you’re such a bastard! How do you know what I feel? Why do you do blame me? It’s your own fault! I never said that you couldn’t leave me,” she said.
“You implied it. The way you would talk about me, how you treated me. I am your toy! That’s it, and if I would’ve left, my career would be over,” I said. Grey had a look on her face, she knew I was right.
“Leave, now,” she said sternly.
“I will,” I took my suitcase out of the closet and walked out of the house. I was furious I had to calm down. I would never go back…Never…
“Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
“I love him,” I said.
“I thought you loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
“You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander more than her.
“Why don’t you love me?” she asked.
“You raped me, and I married you only because the baby,” I said. “Then I stayed with you, because I thought you would get your dad to tell the psychiatric board I wasn’t ready for the job.”
“Wait…What baby?” Grey asked her brow furrowed.
“The baby…You got pregnant the night you raped me. You had a miscarriage, remember?” she had to remember, right? Maybe she had repressed it, but it wasn’t like her to repress things. That was more my style.
“Oh my God,” Grey laughed, and shook her head. “You really fell for that?”
“Fell for what?”
“I lied to you. I was never pregnant. I told you a lie, and I knew you would marry me. You would never let a child suffer,” said Grey. Something inside me broke. It was one thing to lie, but it was another thing to lie about a child.
“How dare you…You’re such a bitch, a selfish, hateful bitch,” I spat. I tried organizing words in my mind. It wasn’t working.
“I didn’t know any other way,” she said coolly.
“Why did you want me anyway? Was it not obvious enough that I was gay? You’ve kept me in misery for years,” I said.
“I wanted you, because you were sexy. We would be all the rage, and I wanted that. I knew you were gay, but I thought I could turn you…I was wrong,” she said her head down.
“Yes, you were wrong; because of you I have been stressed. All I’ve wanted was Alexander, but no, I couldn’t have him. I was with you, and you kept me on such a tight leash Grey,” I said, furious. “I was ready to commit suicide, and it was all your fault.”
“Damien, I’m sorry,” Grey said, but it was not sincere.
“No you aren’t,” I walked up the stairs she trailed behind me.
“Damn it Damien, you’re such a bastard! How do you know what I feel? Why do you do blame me? It’s your own fault! I never said that you couldn’t leave me,” she said.
“You implied it. The way you would talk about me, how you treated me. I am your toy! That’s it, and if I would’ve left, my career would be over,” I said. Grey had a look on her face, she knew I was right.
“Leave, now,” she said sternly.
“I will,” I took my suitcase out of the closet and walked out of the house. I was furious I had to calm down. I would never go back…Never…
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The day ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her heart sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her heart was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no more pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically writing this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 year old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 year old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 year on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if you liked this, please comment and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from day to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and heart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be milk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from day to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and heart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be milk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He said kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I said sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He said kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I said sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.