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Sing
Chapter
Seven
I paused and let that sink in for a minute.
When he didn't answer me I looked up at him, "Well?"
He shook his head slightly, "Well what?"
I gulped a mouthful of air. "Aren't you going to run screaming? Or never want to touch me again?"
My voice was barely above a whisper. He seperated my fingers from his, and inched away from me on the couch.
I willed the tears back, trying to stay strong. "I get it, i'm disgusting." I started to stand up.
He pulled me back to him. "Are you serious? You think I don't want to touch you because of that?"
I yanked my arm from his grip, "You just pulled away from me. You just moved away from me." I let the anger
seep into my words. He just shook his head, "I wouldn't think you would want me to touch you. I-I'm sorry."
He laced his fingers through mine and sat me down on his lap.
He was strong, his arms locked around me, keeping me safe. He smoothed my hair and it wasn't until he kissed them away did I realize tears were streaming down my face.
"Y-You don't l-look at me d-differently?" I hiccuped, praying he could understand me through my snot and tears.
He grimaced. "Hell no. I knew you were fragile from the start. And all I've wanted to do since I met you was be there for you. It's strange, seeing as we don't really know each other. But already I can tell I care about you more than anybody else and that is so new to me. But so wonderful." He brought his face close to mine and pressed our foreheads together.
"You're amazing. And you deserve to be treated as the best."
I shut my eyes. "No. I'm not. I'm garbage."
I reluctantly pulled away. I didn't deserve him.
He let me go, but wouldn't stop looking into my eyes. "Don't do this, Mary."
I started to walk out and he followed me down the steps and just as I was leaving he grabbed my wrist gently.
"Please, don't." I faced him sadly, "Why? Why not?"
He looked on the verge of tears,
"Because I think i'm falling for you."
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I paused and let that sink in for a minute.
When he didn't answer me I looked up at him, "Well?"
He shook his head slightly, "Well what?"
I gulped a mouthful of air. "Aren't you going to run screaming? Or never want to touch me again?"
My voice was barely above a whisper. He seperated my fingers from his, and inched away from me on the couch.
I willed the tears back, trying to stay strong. "I get it, i'm disgusting." I started to stand up.
He pulled me back to him. "Are you serious? You think I don't want to touch you because of that?"
I yanked my arm from his grip, "You just pulled away from me. You just moved away from me." I let the anger
seep into my words. He just shook his head, "I wouldn't think you would want me to touch you. I-I'm sorry."
He laced his fingers through mine and sat me down on his lap.
He was strong, his arms locked around me, keeping me safe. He smoothed my hair and it wasn't until he kissed them away did I realize tears were streaming down my face.
"Y-You don't l-look at me d-differently?" I hiccuped, praying he could understand me through my snot and tears.
He grimaced. "Hell no. I knew you were fragile from the start. And all I've wanted to do since I met you was be there for you. It's strange, seeing as we don't really know each other. But already I can tell I care about you more than anybody else and that is so new to me. But so wonderful." He brought his face close to mine and pressed our foreheads together.
"You're amazing. And you deserve to be treated as the best."
I shut my eyes. "No. I'm not. I'm garbage."
I reluctantly pulled away. I didn't deserve him.
He let me go, but wouldn't stop looking into my eyes. "Don't do this, Mary."
I started to walk out and he followed me down the steps and just as I was leaving he grabbed my wrist gently.
"Please, don't." I faced him sadly, "Why? Why not?"
He looked on the verge of tears,
"Because I think i'm falling for you."
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Sing
Chapter
Four
"Well?" She demanded.
I glowered at her, irritated. "Well what."
She snorted, "Wow, Mary. Uh, how about it's now just 10:00 in the morning and you've been gone for a good 3 hours. And you didn't leave a note or anything. Not even a text message." I glared at my mother. "You may be my mother but you aren't the boss of me any more. I'm almost 20 you know." She shook her head. "While you live here, you follow my rules. Go to your room." I shook my head, tears streaming violently down my face. "No."
I stormed out, back the way i'd come, and instict drove me straight to the coffee shop.
It was really early morning, so the place was deserted. "Hey, Mary. I'm actually heading out for a bit. Mind holding down the fort while i'm gone?" I smiled at Lori, and she hugged me. "Here, i'll be back soon." She tossed me the keys to the place and locked the door on her way out.
I roamed around, aimlessly bored. I turned on the radio and jumped up to a great song.
"strip to the waist, we fall in to the river"
"Cover your eyes so you don't know the secret."
I hummed and sang along with Ellie Goulding.
"But since we found out, since we found out, that anything could happen."
I belted out the long notes, and completely unaware I was no longer alone.
"Well done, Mary." I gasped and spun around, dropping the books i'd been placing back on the shelves in the loft.
I fumbled to turn off the music and we were left in a momentarily awkward silence.
"Why did you stop?" He asked. I ignored it, "How did you get in here?"
He jingled a few keys in my direction. "Lori let's me stop by sometimes. I heard you singing. You're amazing."
I could feel my face heating up, "Er thanks, but i'm nothing special." I waved it away but he insisted.
"Stop acting like you aren't beautifully talented." He took a few steps closer and pulled me into a tight hug, which I let myself melt in to. When I stepped away and looked curiously up at him, he merely smiled crookedly at me.
"Come on Mary. Sing."
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"Well?" She demanded.
I glowered at her, irritated. "Well what."
She snorted, "Wow, Mary. Uh, how about it's now just 10:00 in the morning and you've been gone for a good 3 hours. And you didn't leave a note or anything. Not even a text message." I glared at my mother. "You may be my mother but you aren't the boss of me any more. I'm almost 20 you know." She shook her head. "While you live here, you follow my rules. Go to your room." I shook my head, tears streaming violently down my face. "No."
I stormed out, back the way i'd come, and instict drove me straight to the coffee shop.
It was really early morning, so the place was deserted. "Hey, Mary. I'm actually heading out for a bit. Mind holding down the fort while i'm gone?" I smiled at Lori, and she hugged me. "Here, i'll be back soon." She tossed me the keys to the place and locked the door on her way out.
I roamed around, aimlessly bored. I turned on the radio and jumped up to a great song.
"strip to the waist, we fall in to the river"
"Cover your eyes so you don't know the secret."
I hummed and sang along with Ellie Goulding.
"But since we found out, since we found out, that anything could happen."
I belted out the long notes, and completely unaware I was no longer alone.
"Well done, Mary." I gasped and spun around, dropping the books i'd been placing back on the shelves in the loft.
I fumbled to turn off the music and we were left in a momentarily awkward silence.
"Why did you stop?" He asked. I ignored it, "How did you get in here?"
He jingled a few keys in my direction. "Lori let's me stop by sometimes. I heard you singing. You're amazing."
I could feel my face heating up, "Er thanks, but i'm nothing special." I waved it away but he insisted.
"Stop acting like you aren't beautifully talented." He took a few steps closer and pulled me into a tight hug, which I let myself melt in to. When I stepped away and looked curiously up at him, he merely smiled crookedly at me.
"Come on Mary. Sing."
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Sing
Chapter
Four
"Wow, you look amazing, Mary." He said, as I walked up to the door of the building. He opened his arms for a hug but I awkwardly stepped around it, hiding my face in my brown wavy hair.
He shrugged it off and pushed open the door to let me in. "Go on, I don't bite."
He winked at me, "Hard."
I supressed a giggle but smiled anyway. God, being happy felt good.
"Well, lets cut to the chase then. If you'll drop your bag, phone, and shoes in this box, don't worry I'm not stealing your stuff. And then have a seat on the sky blue love seat."
I did as I was told, and enjoyed the feel of the smooth wood floor on my bare toes. I sat on my knees, resting my fingers splayed across my thighs. He sat across me from, on a high stool.
"Tell me about yourself, Mary. Let me see you."
All sense of nervousness melted away and I opened my heart.
"Mary Stella, 19, born in california, raised right here in massachusetts. Fell from the popularity tree a couple months back. Recently i've aquired a taste for being alone."
He sat completely still watching me.
"But thats not you. You're used to being in the center of things." He didn't say it in an offensive way, and I didn't take it that way.
I just nodded.
"If it doesn't make you too uncomfortable, would you take your sweater off?"
There was only silence between us, and it lasted for just a moment.
"Yes." I slowly slid my sweater up over my thin and barely bruised body, and didn't realize until the swoosh of fabric hitting the floor, that I had my eyes closed so tightly I was straining my forehead.
I relaxed and opened my eyes. And he wasn't staring at my chest, like you would've expected.
He was staring directly at my face. Into my eyes.
I blinked at he was looking down at his canvas, scribbling away.
I shuddered, the air was chill, goosebumps raised along my arms.
"What do you see when you look at me, Mary?"
I scrunched my nose at him, "I see a tall, handsome artist."
His eyes twinkled in delight, "Look deeper."
My eyes locked in his and suddenly I was seeing clearly.
I saw happiness, and then grief. And anger. His jaw told the story and an unpleasent encounter, and his angular bones suddenly made his face look unhappy and for a moment he seemed filled with rage.
I relaxed and he was normal again.
"What do you see when you look at me?" I asked quietly, barely whispering the words.
There was a moment of silence that seemed as natural as the sun setting, and then his sweet melodic voice filled the empty echoy room.
"I see anger. And sadness. Overwhelming sadness. I see a sweet girl who's been broken, and needs help putting herself back together. Someone who can help her be herself again."
His breath tickled my face and I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me, holding out my sweater.
I selfconsciously pulled it over my plain black bra and he held his hand out to me, I took it and he pulled me into a hug.
"You can be you again."
He let go of me, and handed me the canvas.
When I looked down, I almost gasped aloud.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked into what could've been an open book on myself.
And I saw everything he had been describing.
The sadness in my eyes, the hurt in my face, the grief that had settled in my brow.
I hugged it to my body and smiled at him.
"Thank you."
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you get those bruises?" He asked, tracing one lightly with a soft finger.
I flinched away. "Nowhere, it was nothing. Thank you, I appreciate it. I have to go though, and I'll call you I guess."
He nodded, seemingly untouched by my obvious lie.
"I can help you. Or at least try." His voice broke on the last syllable, and I looked away.
"I'll call you."
.
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"Wow, you look amazing, Mary." He said, as I walked up to the door of the building. He opened his arms for a hug but I awkwardly stepped around it, hiding my face in my brown wavy hair.
He shrugged it off and pushed open the door to let me in. "Go on, I don't bite."
He winked at me, "Hard."
I supressed a giggle but smiled anyway. God, being happy felt good.
"Well, lets cut to the chase then. If you'll drop your bag, phone, and shoes in this box, don't worry I'm not stealing your stuff. And then have a seat on the sky blue love seat."
I did as I was told, and enjoyed the feel of the smooth wood floor on my bare toes. I sat on my knees, resting my fingers splayed across my thighs. He sat across me from, on a high stool.
"Tell me about yourself, Mary. Let me see you."
All sense of nervousness melted away and I opened my heart.
"Mary Stella, 19, born in california, raised right here in massachusetts. Fell from the popularity tree a couple months back. Recently i've aquired a taste for being alone."
He sat completely still watching me.
"But thats not you. You're used to being in the center of things." He didn't say it in an offensive way, and I didn't take it that way.
I just nodded.
"If it doesn't make you too uncomfortable, would you take your sweater off?"
There was only silence between us, and it lasted for just a moment.
"Yes." I slowly slid my sweater up over my thin and barely bruised body, and didn't realize until the swoosh of fabric hitting the floor, that I had my eyes closed so tightly I was straining my forehead.
I relaxed and opened my eyes. And he wasn't staring at my chest, like you would've expected.
He was staring directly at my face. Into my eyes.
I blinked at he was looking down at his canvas, scribbling away.
I shuddered, the air was chill, goosebumps raised along my arms.
"What do you see when you look at me, Mary?"
I scrunched my nose at him, "I see a tall, handsome artist."
His eyes twinkled in delight, "Look deeper."
My eyes locked in his and suddenly I was seeing clearly.
I saw happiness, and then grief. And anger. His jaw told the story and an unpleasent encounter, and his angular bones suddenly made his face look unhappy and for a moment he seemed filled with rage.
I relaxed and he was normal again.
"What do you see when you look at me?" I asked quietly, barely whispering the words.
There was a moment of silence that seemed as natural as the sun setting, and then his sweet melodic voice filled the empty echoy room.
"I see anger. And sadness. Overwhelming sadness. I see a sweet girl who's been broken, and needs help putting herself back together. Someone who can help her be herself again."
His breath tickled my face and I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me, holding out my sweater.
I selfconsciously pulled it over my plain black bra and he held his hand out to me, I took it and he pulled me into a hug.
"You can be you again."
He let go of me, and handed me the canvas.
When I looked down, I almost gasped aloud.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked into what could've been an open book on myself.
And I saw everything he had been describing.
The sadness in my eyes, the hurt in my face, the grief that had settled in my brow.
I hugged it to my body and smiled at him.
"Thank you."
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you get those bruises?" He asked, tracing one lightly with a soft finger.
I flinched away. "Nowhere, it was nothing. Thank you, I appreciate it. I have to go though, and I'll call you I guess."
He nodded, seemingly untouched by my obvious lie.
"I can help you. Or at least try." His voice broke on the last syllable, and I looked away.
"I'll call you."
.
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Sing
Chapter
Three
My cheek rubbed hard across the pavement, I winced in pain.
My legs were roughly pulled unti I was laying flat on my back.
I could feel something pooling below my neck, my throat ached as I opened it to scream.
I sat up gasping, clutching my throat. The tears rushed down my face and I dropped back down into the satin sheets. I rolled over and wiped my eyes, trying hard to breath evenly.
And in that moment I did something that I still don't regret.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the small, messy number that had been scribbled on a torn napkin.
It rang four times, and I almost gave up.
There was a click, a disgruntled sigh, "Morning?"
My voice quaved uneasily, "H-Hi. Sorry, I didn't realize h-how early it i-is."
There was an audible intake of breath, some rustling around, and then Daniel cleared his throat.
"No way, don't worry about it. This is Mary, right?"
I nodded, mentally noting he couldn't see me. "Yes, this is Mary. And I decided you can paint me. If you still want to." I could hear a bit of rushing around and then a door slam. "Hell yes I do. Meet me at this address, 20 minutes sound good?" I agreed and hung up, and put on dark denim skinny jeans, and a peach and white striped sweater. It was just baggy enough to not look messy. I brushed out my beach wave hair and grabbed my MK bag.
When I was sitting in my car, almost done applying a little makeup, I realized I was smiling.
I actually felt pretty. It was such a change from the usual sweats I wore.
And I was giddy. I was going to meet a total stranger in some art gallery, and I was excited about it.
I shook my head as I sped off in the direction of the gallery.
In the direction of Daniel.
Of my destiny.
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My cheek rubbed hard across the pavement, I winced in pain.
My legs were roughly pulled unti I was laying flat on my back.
I could feel something pooling below my neck, my throat ached as I opened it to scream.
I sat up gasping, clutching my throat. The tears rushed down my face and I dropped back down into the satin sheets. I rolled over and wiped my eyes, trying hard to breath evenly.
And in that moment I did something that I still don't regret.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the small, messy number that had been scribbled on a torn napkin.
It rang four times, and I almost gave up.
There was a click, a disgruntled sigh, "Morning?"
My voice quaved uneasily, "H-Hi. Sorry, I didn't realize h-how early it i-is."
There was an audible intake of breath, some rustling around, and then Daniel cleared his throat.
"No way, don't worry about it. This is Mary, right?"
I nodded, mentally noting he couldn't see me. "Yes, this is Mary. And I decided you can paint me. If you still want to." I could hear a bit of rushing around and then a door slam. "Hell yes I do. Meet me at this address, 20 minutes sound good?" I agreed and hung up, and put on dark denim skinny jeans, and a peach and white striped sweater. It was just baggy enough to not look messy. I brushed out my beach wave hair and grabbed my MK bag.
When I was sitting in my car, almost done applying a little makeup, I realized I was smiling.
I actually felt pretty. It was such a change from the usual sweats I wore.
And I was giddy. I was going to meet a total stranger in some art gallery, and I was excited about it.
I shook my head as I sped off in the direction of the gallery.
In the direction of Daniel.
Of my destiny.
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Sing
Chapter
Two
"Hey. Mind if I have a seat?"
I looked up startled as a tall and well built guy placed his hand on the chair next to mine.
I smiled weakly, still fixed from my last memory..
"Sure,"
His face fell almost unnoticably. I ignored it and sipped my cocoa.
"What are you drinking? Anything good?" He looked over to peek in my huge green mug. I crinkled my nose at the stranger. "No alcohol, just cocoa." He chuckled, "I love chocolate. Lor, can i get a mug of that?" He gestured to my own half empty cup and then grinned at the petite blonde woman.
He looked back to me and held out his hand, "I'm Daniel."
I eyed his hand warily and nervously picked at the hem of my hoodie.
He held up both hands in mock surrender, "Just trying to be friendly."
His hair was wavy, mid length and the darkness of it framed his tan skin nicely. His teeth were perfect and white and his eyes were the most brilliant shade of green i'd ever saw.
Without thinking I reached out and grabbed one of his hands and shook it. "I'm Mary."
I dropped his warm hand as fast as I grabbed it and reached for my cocoa.
He grinned, "Hi, Mary."
He was silent for a moment, "Well what's a lovely girl like yourself doing out here all alone on a saturday night?"
I shrugged, "I'm not lovely. And I really haven't got anybody else." I was purposly being as blunt as possible.
He didn't seem to catch on to it.
"I think you're beautiful. And surely you must have tons of friends, I don't believe you."
Again, I shrugged. "I used to. But nobody wants to be friends with me anymore."
He seemed surprised, "Surely you're joking? Because, here I sit, a total stranger, and I'm struggling to make small talk with the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."
I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked away. "I'm not beautiful."
He shook his head, undeterred. "You are. And i'd like to paint you sometime. I'm an artist, and I feel like you are a wonderous inspiration." He dropped a torn piece of napkin in front of me and slipped a 5$ bill under his mug before walking out.
As I lay in bed that night, (The napkin with his number on it securely placed in my nightstand)
All I could think about was how his eyes were
The most brilliant shade of green i'd ever saw.
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"Hey. Mind if I have a seat?"
I looked up startled as a tall and well built guy placed his hand on the chair next to mine.
I smiled weakly, still fixed from my last memory..
"Sure,"
His face fell almost unnoticably. I ignored it and sipped my cocoa.
"What are you drinking? Anything good?" He looked over to peek in my huge green mug. I crinkled my nose at the stranger. "No alcohol, just cocoa." He chuckled, "I love chocolate. Lor, can i get a mug of that?" He gestured to my own half empty cup and then grinned at the petite blonde woman.
He looked back to me and held out his hand, "I'm Daniel."
I eyed his hand warily and nervously picked at the hem of my hoodie.
He held up both hands in mock surrender, "Just trying to be friendly."
His hair was wavy, mid length and the darkness of it framed his tan skin nicely. His teeth were perfect and white and his eyes were the most brilliant shade of green i'd ever saw.
Without thinking I reached out and grabbed one of his hands and shook it. "I'm Mary."
I dropped his warm hand as fast as I grabbed it and reached for my cocoa.
He grinned, "Hi, Mary."
He was silent for a moment, "Well what's a lovely girl like yourself doing out here all alone on a saturday night?"
I shrugged, "I'm not lovely. And I really haven't got anybody else." I was purposly being as blunt as possible.
He didn't seem to catch on to it.
"I think you're beautiful. And surely you must have tons of friends, I don't believe you."
Again, I shrugged. "I used to. But nobody wants to be friends with me anymore."
He seemed surprised, "Surely you're joking? Because, here I sit, a total stranger, and I'm struggling to make small talk with the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."
I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked away. "I'm not beautiful."
He shook his head, undeterred. "You are. And i'd like to paint you sometime. I'm an artist, and I feel like you are a wonderous inspiration." He dropped a torn piece of napkin in front of me and slipped a 5$ bill under his mug before walking out.
As I lay in bed that night, (The napkin with his number on it securely placed in my nightstand)
All I could think about was how his eyes were
The most brilliant shade of green i'd ever saw.
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Sing
Chapter
One
I ran my fingers over the already fading bruises, they were a little bigger than the size of my palms, and were splatter on my upper body.
I traced my chapped lips with a cold and nail bitten finger.
I shut my eyes to try and block out the mental images.
A hand, reaching out and pulling me in..
Rough fingers, scraping my skin. Pulling my hair.
I shuddered and opened my eyes.
I was home. I was safe.
I pulled a grey hoodie on over my bra and some sweatpants over my new vistoria secret underwear.
"Hey, sweetheart." My mom came in as I was tying the loose pants tight. "How are you feeling?" She asked. I looked away and brushed a tear from my cheek. I cleared my throat, "I'm feeling fine. I'm going to go to Lilys house." I grabbed my purse from the bedside table, trying to avoid the fear displayed on my mother face..
"Are you s-" I cut her off, holding up my hand. "I'm a big girl. She's right down the road."
I didn't need another 'I told you so lecture." I stormed out of the house, my long brown hair whipping around my face in the wind. The cold air bit my cheeks and made my eyes water. I didn't go to Lily's.
I pulled into the little coffee shop/cafe that was on the corner of Berk St.
I grabbed my wallet and raced through the wind and was welcomed by a gush of warm, peppermint filled air.
"Mary. It's been so long." Lori came bustling over to me from behind the counter. She hugged me tight and kissed my hair. "Cocoa on the house, come and relax." She walked away swiftly and I thanked my not-so-lucky-recently stars Lori was such a kind soul.
She slid a huge mug of steaming chocolate my way and I sipped greatfully.
When I shut my eyes, a mans face swam in to view.
Tall. Gruff. Angry.
I gasped, and choked a little as tears filled my eyes.
When would the nightmare end.
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I ran my fingers over the already fading bruises, they were a little bigger than the size of my palms, and were splatter on my upper body.
I traced my chapped lips with a cold and nail bitten finger.
I shut my eyes to try and block out the mental images.
A hand, reaching out and pulling me in..
Rough fingers, scraping my skin. Pulling my hair.
I shuddered and opened my eyes.
I was home. I was safe.
I pulled a grey hoodie on over my bra and some sweatpants over my new vistoria secret underwear.
"Hey, sweetheart." My mom came in as I was tying the loose pants tight. "How are you feeling?" She asked. I looked away and brushed a tear from my cheek. I cleared my throat, "I'm feeling fine. I'm going to go to Lilys house." I grabbed my purse from the bedside table, trying to avoid the fear displayed on my mother face..
"Are you s-" I cut her off, holding up my hand. "I'm a big girl. She's right down the road."
I didn't need another 'I told you so lecture." I stormed out of the house, my long brown hair whipping around my face in the wind. The cold air bit my cheeks and made my eyes water. I didn't go to Lily's.
I pulled into the little coffee shop/cafe that was on the corner of Berk St.
I grabbed my wallet and raced through the wind and was welcomed by a gush of warm, peppermint filled air.
"Mary. It's been so long." Lori came bustling over to me from behind the counter. She hugged me tight and kissed my hair. "Cocoa on the house, come and relax." She walked away swiftly and I thanked my not-so-lucky-recently stars Lori was such a kind soul.
She slid a huge mug of steaming chocolate my way and I sipped greatfully.
When I shut my eyes, a mans face swam in to view.
Tall. Gruff. Angry.
I gasped, and choked a little as tears filled my eyes.
When would the nightmare end.
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Sing
Prolouge
"42." I heard someone call.
I perked up and went to the counter to get my green tea.
I fought the crowded coffee shop to get outside, burning my tounge on my beverage.
The sky was darkening, the sun was slowly slipping below the horizon of small shops.
Murky windows beckoned like sunken eyes, colors were bleeding into each other.
My phone rang, breaking me from my reverie.
"Mary! Where in Gods name are you!?" My mother shrieked into the phone.
I juggled my purse, phone, tea, and boutique bag. "Mom, chill out. I was at Belle's and then grabbed a tea at Starbucks. I'm on my way home now. I'm gonna grab a cab, my feet are killing me."
"NO! No cabs. You will walk. You know I don't trust those things. You're 19, you're still a young woman. Hurry and get home, babygirl."
She hung up and I tossed my phone into my Michael Kors bag. (50% off at Macys!)
Ignoring her demands, I haled a taxi over. There was no way I could walk another mile or so to the parking lot up town where I'd left my car.
I took a seat in the back and handed the man 10$, pretty generous for a 5 minute ride. "The lot up town."
He stuffed the money away and started around towards my destination.
About a minute into the drive, we were stopped, flooded in traffic. "Sorry ma'am." He spoke in clipped spanish accented english. The sky was really getting dark now. 6 minutes later I grew fed up.
"Let me out, keep the change." He unlocked his cab and I grabbed my things, taking off down the sidewalk.
"Hey, sweet thaaang." I heard someone snicker at me. I hugged my coat closer to my body and hurried my pace.
A huge wall loomed up to my left and in front. Did I take a wrong turn?
I paused to looked away.
That would have been my first mistake.
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"42." I heard someone call.
I perked up and went to the counter to get my green tea.
I fought the crowded coffee shop to get outside, burning my tounge on my beverage.
The sky was darkening, the sun was slowly slipping below the horizon of small shops.
Murky windows beckoned like sunken eyes, colors were bleeding into each other.
My phone rang, breaking me from my reverie.
"Mary! Where in Gods name are you!?" My mother shrieked into the phone.
I juggled my purse, phone, tea, and boutique bag. "Mom, chill out. I was at Belle's and then grabbed a tea at Starbucks. I'm on my way home now. I'm gonna grab a cab, my feet are killing me."
"NO! No cabs. You will walk. You know I don't trust those things. You're 19, you're still a young woman. Hurry and get home, babygirl."
She hung up and I tossed my phone into my Michael Kors bag. (50% off at Macys!)
Ignoring her demands, I haled a taxi over. There was no way I could walk another mile or so to the parking lot up town where I'd left my car.
I took a seat in the back and handed the man 10$, pretty generous for a 5 minute ride. "The lot up town."
He stuffed the money away and started around towards my destination.
About a minute into the drive, we were stopped, flooded in traffic. "Sorry ma'am." He spoke in clipped spanish accented english. The sky was really getting dark now. 6 minutes later I grew fed up.
"Let me out, keep the change." He unlocked his cab and I grabbed my things, taking off down the sidewalk.
"Hey, sweet thaaang." I heard someone snicker at me. I hugged my coat closer to my body and hurried my pace.
A huge wall loomed up to my left and in front. Did I take a wrong turn?
I paused to looked away.
That would have been my first mistake.
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Stormy Night
Chapter | Two
I've
always heard that when you die, your life flashes before you.
Personally, I don't believe it.
TWO YEARS
LATER
My mom called for me to wake up just as my alarm sounded off. I
groaned but stood up and let my long auburn hair fall behind me.
I changed fast into short denim shorts and a blue and orange
loose sweater. I laced my converse and grabbed my bag, because I
knew in exactly 3 minutes my best friend Lindsay would be pulling
up in front of my house to give me a ride to school.
"Have a good day, Melanie." My mom said to me, as I
walked through the kitchen. I smiled dully and patted my littler
sister, Emily, on the head before shutting the door behind me. I
walked a little down the side walk and lit up a cigarette, taking
a drag before I heard the smooth engine of Lindsay's BMW.
16th Birthday present. We, (All of us) Are so spoiled.
She honked once and I tossed the unfinished smoke to the
ground
and ran to the passenger side. I hopped in and we took off.
"I saw that missy!" Lindsay said, I smiled. Leah
complained from the back, "Why does she always get the
passenger side?" I stuck my tongue out at her, "Because
I'm amazing. Bagels?" I asked hopefully, Leah tossed me
a muffin instead and Linds pointed to a chai tea in the cup
holder.
" We wouldn't forget!" I munched happily. "So,
sleep over tonight? Whose house?" We stopped to pick up
another one of us. (We have a little group.) I grinned as Sara
climbed in the car, "Hey hotties, Muffins? For me? You
shouldn't have!" She grabbed a muffin from the brown bag
and licked her lips happily. "Love you guys. Mmm."
"Where's Bella?" Lindsay asked,
as if she'd only just noticed her absence. "Sick as
f*ck." I laughed and we pulled into the last of the senior
parking spots, beating Miranda Corbin to it. She honked angrily
and drove off to park down the street like everyone else.
''My house for sure." Lindsay said, and we all
stepped out of the car.
By now, I was used to all of the looks we got. I mean, we were
all pretty and likeable. Now just because I'm 'one of
those girls' as you say, doesn't mean i'm a b*tch.
Because trust me, I've been on the bad end of the food chain
before. But of course, with a bit of hard work, I ended up right
on top. Where I deserve to be.
My boyfriend, Aaron Looke, walked up by my side and grabbed my
hand in his. He planted one on my unsuspecting face, and I had to
descreetly wipe my mouth after it.
That was something I didn't like, his kissing. But I'd
been in love with this boy since the third grade and I was not
letting him slip through my fingers.
"Melanieee, come on." Lindsay moaned, intertwining our
fingers and pulling me along. Aaron kissed me again and walked
off with his friends.
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