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Falling Slowly by Nobody: 10:48pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
Prologue The sun disappeared under the heavy, dark gray clouds - a sign that a storm was approaching on the vast horizon. It would hit Fairhope in an hour tops judging by how angry the sky looked. The wind howled in mourning, like a widow at the bedside of her husband in passing. I listened to the sounds around me- the swings moved back and forth in a screech by their own accord. The trees rustled in the wind, while a few cars passed by with a honk or two. It was desolate, standing here in the vacant park; the sudden chill in the air bit at my skin. My breath fogged up in the air as I breathed out in slow steady breaths. Shivers ran down my spine as the temperature began to drop in an alarming rate. I should be home under the warmth of my covers, curled up in bed reading a book as I got lost in the pages written in black and white. Or maybe I would be practicing the piano as mom always instructed me to do so. Even if she didn’t I would still play on my own will. I loved the piano just as much as it was necessary to breath. It was a part of me, a part that had grown since I was seven. But today had been different. Today hadn’t been an ordinary day filled with dungeons and dragons or damsels in distressed being rescued by the love of their lives. No, today was the day I had gone to the doctors, while mom and dad told me what they had been hiding from me since I was born. Today everything changed as the knowledge I’d gained swept into the very core of my existence, settling there like a turtle and its shell; it was part of me – it always had been. I shook my head, trying to forget about today and just focused on waiting here in eye of the storm. There weren’t many people I would do this for, especially when a storm was brewing, threatening to hit my home any minute. But I was waiting because I had promised and I seldom broke a promise. I was waiting for my best friend. He was supposed to be here at three o'clock sharp. Looking down at my wrist watch I read that that had been twenty-three minutes ago. I don't know what I was still doing here in light of the storm. Maybe, it was the fact that he needed me right now. His mom had just passed away after years of fighting cancer. We all knew her time was coming as she began to go to the hospital more often than usual. It was hard as Mrs. Rowely had been like my second mother. She was kind and nurturing to all the kids in the neighborhood as she knew most of us from her daycare center. Many of her kids from the past and present showed up the day of her funeral with tear streaked faces and red roses to be set on her coffin as we all took turn to say goodbye. Tomorrow would mark the third week since her death – twenty one days to the letter. Thinking of Mrs. Rowely sent a pang through my chest and my eyes to water at her memory. No one deserved to die from a terrible illness like cancer. Why did some people have the privilege to live life without any harm, while others died unexpectedly from sickness? It wasn’t fair. Life isn’t fair, Anya. I gulped back my father’s words. He was right and I knew that life wasn’t fair, but sometimes I wished there was a reason for why things happened. Why this was happening to me or why it was going to happen. It was inevitable. I looked down at my wrist watch again as I read 3: 47. He was almost an hour late. I wondered what was keeping him so long. Part of me wondered where he was, while the other part began to form the words I would say to him when he arrived. He would hate me – of that I was sure of. He would never talk to me ever again. But isn’t that what you want? Yes, but it’s complicated. I sighed,replying back to my conscious. Life is complicated. |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 10:51pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
I sighed as the internal battle raged on inside of me with no sign of levying any time soon. There were just so many different ways that my news would affect him. He could choose to stay by my side with the new development or he could choose to leave. Part of me wanted the latter because I didn’t want him to go through any sort of pain again, not after what he just went through with his mother. The other part – the stronger and righteous part wanted him to stay because I knew that he would never leave me no matter what. Through thick and thin we would be friends forever. It was a promise we had made each other back in second grade. I began to walk towards the playground, my feet dragging on the grass. I felt the coldness of the ground as the grass poked my sandal covered feet, sending a slight prickle up my leg. I took every step warily, counting how many paces it took from my spot to the swings. Fifteen…seventeen… twenty-one… Nothing else existed beside the steps in front of me as I made my way towards the playground. It was as if time froze, and took all my thoughts away with the wind as they flowed freely in the sky. It was exactly forty- three steps when I got to the swings as I took my seat, and pushed myself off the ground. The air around me burned my skin, gnawing at it like fire ants – leaving a trace of their brutality behind. I didn’t care, though. I felt numb. The fear of a cold didn’t scare me as it used to. Everything was different now and I felt fearless because nothing could hurt me; nothing but this one thing. I heard footsteps as my heart thudded in my chest only to fall as I saw that it was only an officer. Disappointment sank into my stomach and I realized how much I wanted to see him – how much this meeting meant to me. He had always been my rock when the waves came crashing on the shore. He never let me wash away, holding me intact when life got rough. Even when his mother was dying he had been strong, holding down the fort while everyone around him sank deep down into their grief. There was only once when I saw him breakdown, and I held him as his tears soaked my shirt through, and heart wrenching spasms racked his body. “You need to get on home, kid. The storm will hit any second and you don’t want to be caught in it.” I looked up, the voice cutting through my thoughts as the memories slowly faded. I saw clear blue eyes looking at me with concern as I recognized who he was. “Anya, did you hear me?” “Yes. Sorry, Mr. Weatherly! I’ll go home right now.” I said, hopping off the swing. “Good,” he said, giving me a knowing sly smile. “Tell your folks I said hi. Get home safe, kid.” I turned back and yelled, “Will do!” and began to run as the wind became fiercer, making it hard to run or even walk for that matter. As I made my way home I didn’t see him and the disappointment was too hard to ignore as it made my heart sink. I had needed him today more than ever and he hadn’t been there. Maybe, he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Summer was almost ending and that meant starting high school in just a few weeks. He probably had found new friends to hang out with – cooler people than me. He probably had better things to do now. The boy I knew as my best friend would never leave me waiting for an hour for him to show up. No. Things were changing – he was changing. In the midst of all that had happened today I had hoped that he would be the only thing in my life that would remain the same. I now saw that it couldn’t be, as much as I didn’t want to admit it. Everything was changing from this day forward. Nothing would ever be the same way again. |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 10:53pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
--Author's Note-- So, what did you guys think? Love it...hate it? Should I continue or just stop? Give me your opinions! I'd love to hear them Comment. Vote. Fan <3 |
Re: Falling Slowly by richyimos(m): 11:59pm On Nov 29, 2014 |
pls continue, am following, and i sense it gonna be interesting! be ecouraged, someone is listening! |
Re: Falling Slowly by Aliyuozioma(f): 7:59am On Nov 30, 2014 |
continue pls, following u bumper to bumper, waitn for mor update |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 9:15am On Nov 30, 2014 |
Chapter One: First Day of School Four years later… “Anya! You’re going to be late for school!” I sighed, taking one last look in the mirror before I grabbed my bag, and rushed down the stairs – almost tripping on the last step. I caught myself on the banister, and looked menacingly down at my untied shoe lace. Kneeling down I quickly tied my shoe and checked the other, making sure that it was also tied. Tripping would not be the best thing to do on the first day of my senior year. It would mostly likely deem me as a klutz along with the many other names I’d gained throughout the years. “Anya!” My mother called again from the kitchen. “You’re going-” She stopped mid- sentence as soon as she saw me standing in the foyer, her shoulders relaxing in relief. “All set?” She asked as she continued to wash the remaining dishes from last night. I sighed, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She smiled. She put the dishes away in a clatter and turned on the dishwasher to run its cycle. Her eyes were warm and joyful as she enveloped me in a hug. “Look at you! You grow more beautiful each year like the roses in the garden.” “And that is a fact,” my father chimed in kissing me on the forehead. I smiled. They never tired of giving me compliments no matter how much I protested. That’s parents for you; They loved you, suffocated you, annoyed you, but at the end of the day they were still family. They were my family and I loved them nonetheless. My father grabbed his thermal full to the brim with coffee and gave my Mom a quick peck on the lips before he was out the door. A second later he said, “C’mon, bug. Don’t want to be late to school, now do we?” “Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’. Dad was always running late, but we got me to school safely even if he did have to break a few traffic laws here and there. He used to be a ‘daredevil’ as my mom called it before he settled down to have a family of his own. He traded in his motorcycle for a sensible Ford Taurus and his leather jacket was now tucked away in the back of the closet, covered by his suits and ties. I draped my messenger back over my shoulder and gave Mom a quick kiss on the cheek. I turned; ready to leave when she grabbed my elbow, her eyes assessing mine. “Did you take your medicine?” I nodded. How could I forget? It’s a pattern that I’d been adapted to my whole life, but I’ve been taking it on my own for the past four years – ever since I found out that stormy day. It wasn’t entirely a bad thing. There was still hope, and that is what I’ll always have – no one could ever take that away. Hope is what made people stronger everyday; sometimes, it was all that people clung to. “Anya! Now, we’re really going to be late for school!” My father called from the garage breaking through my reverie. I shook my head from my thoughts and quickly gave Mom another kiss before shooting out the door in frenzy. *** The cacophony of voices, lockers being shut, and the occasional shriek of shoes scrapping against the linoleum pierced my ears as I walked through the halls of Velmont High. I treaded carefully through the hallway, weaving my way through my peers as I made my way towards the end of the hall where a list of homerooms was taped outside the theater. I accidentally bumped into someone - my shoulder colliding with a girl’s. I winced from the contact – certain that I would have a bruise the next morning. I muttered a quick “Sorry!” and continued onward. But my apology wasn’t accepted as she called, “Watch where you’re going, vampire!” |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 12:12pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
=continuation= “And the fun begins,” I muttered. There were a few cackles of laughter around me, but they were drowned by the buzz of people’s conversations. I kept walking and was almost to my destination when I saw a kid being slammed into the lockers. The sound was loud like thunder as it echoed throughout the hallway. Conversations ceased as silence filled the atmosphere in a heavy, tense manner reminding me of the subtle tranquility before a storm hits. My heart stopped beating for a second when I realized who was causing the trouble. The kid (my guess was that he was a freshmen) was cowering before him – his hands held up to cover his face as fear radiated from him in perpetual waves. Liam leered down at him, while his friends backed him up and snickered. A strange feeling overcame me, and before I knew it I was weaving my way towards him. My hands were shaking when I said, “Count on Velmont High’s infamous bad boy Liam Rowely to cause a scene on the first day of school.” My voice came out surprisingly brave without a tinge of fear. How I was feeling was an entirely different matter. I wasn’t feeling brave at all, but instead nervous at standing this close to him. He slightly turned his head at the sound of my voice, his eyes shining brightly with malice. “Back off, Vanchester.” “No. Leave him alone.” He snickered, his lips twisting up in a smirk. “What? Is he your boyfriend?” He searched my eyes, scrutinizing me. I wanted to back away, but held my ground. I wasn’t going to show him that I was weak even though it is what I felt inside. He shrugged. “Thought you could do better; guess I was wrong.” I rolled my eyes. “Leave him alone, Liam. Or are you that much of a coward that you can’t find someone your own size to harass?” There was the distant sound of gasps and low murmuring from my peers at my words. For the first time since I’d confronted Liam I looked around my surrounding and noted that our peers had enclosed a small perimeter around us, watching the spectacle unfold in front of their eyes. My eyes flickered from one face to another until I found the eyes of my best friend, Gemma. Her brown eyes shined with admiration and fear all at the same time, and I saw her slightly nod to show that she had seen me. The bell rang; signaling the start of the school day. Everyone began to scatter like deer trying to get away from their predator. Guess who was the predator? I knelt down and offered my hand to the kid – Liam’s slate blue eyes watching me intently. The kid grasped my hand without hesitation, his brown eyes shining with gratitude. He mumbled a quick “Thank you” and ran to the other end of the hallway into a classroom. Liam’s crew was long gone by now and there were only a few bodies lingering in the hallway, grabbing last minute items before morning classes officially began. Smoothing down my dress, I hurriedly walked to the end of the hall to the list, ignoring Liam on my heels, and read that I was in RM 818, my dad’s room. I sighed, hastily walking towards the other end of the hallway where the room was located. Liam was still on my heels and I refrained from turning around and telling him to leave me alone. He would have to get to his class eventually. There was only three minutes left until the late bell rang. My father greeted me with a nod as I entered his classroom. He was writing his name on the whiteboard and I took a seat in the second row next to Gemma. It was a blessing that she and I had a last name close in alphabet or else I’d be doomed to spend the hour with no one to talk to as the tedious paperwork was prepared and finished. As the final bell rang, Liam casually strolled in and took the unoccupied seat on the other side of me. There were plenty of other empty seats scattered throughout the classroom, but he just had to sit next to me. |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 3:29pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
=Continuation= I felt the brush of Gemma’s hand on my forearm, her face etched with worry. Her hand went up to her hearing aid, pushing a button to turn it on, and disappeared behind her straight jet black hair. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced at Liam and then at me. She signed, “What do you think he wants?” I shrugged signing back, “Probably wants to make my life miserable.” She tilted her head in thought then signed, “Maybe he’s drawn to you like moth to a flame because you stood up to him and it was the first time you’ve talked to him in years.” I scoffed. That was absurd. Liam Rowely didn’t care about me or anyone else for that matter. The only thing he cared about was himself and the so- called reputation he steadily obtained since he stepped through these halls. “You’re joking, right?” I asked aloud. She shook her head, smiling. “No joke.” Liam cleared his throat loudly; gaining the attention from the students surrounding us. “Why don’t you take your secret language somewhere else. Some of us are trying to learn.” Anger boiled inside my veins at his petty remark. It was a low blow to make fun of Gemma’s disability. He knew better than to laugh at other people’s expense. “You can move if you like. That will solve all our problems.” He grinned, leaning in to me; his face only inches away from mine. His slate blue eyes danced with amusement as he said, “I always liked them feisty. Want to go out sometime?” My cheeks flamed at his remark and I turned my head slightly, hiding my face with my hair. I heard him chuckle, satisfaction ringing in his laughter. I sighed in frustration and reached into my bag, grabbing my notebook. He always made me so angry! I didn’t understand the sudden outburst of annoyance whenever I saw him or heard of his endeavors. Maybe it was the fact that I once knew a boy who was merely a shadow to the one sitting next to me. My pencil began to sketch on its own accord as my thoughts drifted to the past, where the boy sitting next to me was my best friend instead of a stranger. ♥ Oooh what do you think she meant by that? What did you guys think of this chapter thus far? (: I'd love to hear your thoughts as always! |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 6:55pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
Chapter Two: Lunch “So, I heard you had an interesting morning,” Hayden said sliding into the bench next to Gemma. He kissed her forehead in greeting and she smiled, tenderly and lovingly. I sighed slumping down into my seat, feeling small. “I should have just stayed invisible.” The dark clouds loomed overhead, covering the edge of the sun as the world turned gray. It was going to rain. In any other given day I would welcome the rain with open arms, but not today as I was wearing a dress and would be walking home. Dad had a first day of school meeting, and I imagined that they would throw a grand old party filled with confetti, balloons, cake - the whole shebang. They’d probably celebrate the first day of school, and the very fact that no teacher committed murder or strangled a kid. I took out my peanut butter and banana sandwich from my bag taking a huge bite of it as the growling in my stomach ceased. The sticky peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth, while the sweet taste of banana added an extra hint of yumminess. There was nothing better than peanut butter and banana sandwiches for the first day of school. It was tradition, a custom that was presently only celebrated by one. “I think it’s too late for that.” I heard Hayden say bringing me back from my thoughts. I looked at him and saw his eyes flickering back and forth between me and something behind me. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Gemma to see if I could detect any trace of what Hayden was looking at. I had no such luck. Gemma was finding her container full of fruit seemingly more interesting than the conversation at hand. She glanced at me, but quickly averted her eyes. I looked back at Hayden to see the smirk on his face. Curiosity got the best of me and I turned around to lock my brown eyes with cold slate blue ones. He was leaning against the stucco wall of the art building. His arms were leisurely crossed over his chest and his eyes were calculating as he watched me. There was no wave. No smirk. No way of indicating that he saw me looking back at him, curiously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lit it in one swift motion. I shook my head, disappointment washing over me like a giant tidal wave crushing me under its might. “Looks like he’s taken an interest to you.” I turned around and glared at Hayden. He was amusing himself with this new piece of information and I kicked him under the table. “Ow, hey! I’m just messing with you. Relax, will you? You don’t need to be violent.” Gemma stifled a laugh and I smiled. She spoke as she signed, “Shouldn’t have said that.” Point one for Anya. Score! Hayden was going down. I smiled and said, “Exactly. Listen to your girlfriend. Jerk.” He shook his head. “Women.” Hayden was so difficult sometimes. But I liked him. He was a good guy for Gemma and saw past her disability. He even started to teach himself how to sign with the help of Gemma and I on a daily basis. At this very moment, Hayden was trying to sign, but wasn’t getting anywhere by the confused expression on Gemma’s face. Her brows were drawn together, making a crease on her forehead. Hayden became animated – waving his hands in the air in frustration as neither one of us understood what he was trying to say. It was quite amusing. Eating my delicious sandwich made me thirsty and I reached inside my bag for my soda, but ended up empty handed. I rummaged through my bag as panic rose up like bile in my throat. “Dammit,” I muttered. This could not be happening. Could this day possibly get any worst? “Hayden?” “Hmm?” |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 6:58pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
=continuation= “Will you go grab me a soda from the vending machine?” I asked pushing the money across the table. “Please?” He looked at me like I was a pest that he was examining under a microscope. In an instant his expression changed to amusement as he casted a glance behind me. “Are your legs not functioning?” God, how I really detested him sometimes. “Please?” I asked sweetly. “No, Anya.” He said firmly. Gemma gave him a loaded look and he sighed being reprimanded for his harsh tone. Score! Two points for me, while Hayden sat at a whopping zero. Maybe he’ll go and get my soda out of guilt. “Look, you can’t avoid him. You know him. He’s not going to back off until he gets what he wants, Anya.” “So that’s a definite no?” He raised his brow and motioned me to go. I did but I sulked my way there. This was ridiculous! Some so- called friends that I have; Hayden was definitely going to get pushed down the stairs today. That was a fact; unless Gemma tried to stop me then it wouldn’t be that good of a plan. I chuckled and it made this walk a bit more bearable. When Liam saw me coming towards him he raised an eyebrow, continuing to smoke his cigarette leisurely like a still black and white fram of Hollywood actor from a 50’s film. I ignored him as I put the money into the machine and pressed E3 for my Coke. “You think you’re better than me?” I stiffened at the sound of his voice. My soda had been dispensed, but I made no move to grab it and go. Instead I risked the chance and looked at him. A burning sense of familiarity made its way into the very fiber of my being. I remember that same look…years ago. It was the kind of look that asked me to implore him with understanding and answers. It was the latter that I could not give. Even if it had been years it didn’t mean that I had lost my ability to read him like a newly written novel. Every chapter was a mystery as the words hid a deeper meaning than anyone else could ever understand. Yet, he was still a stranger to me. I didn’t fully know him any longer. “No,” I answered in a whisper. “That isn’t true.” “Then what is it?” He asked, taking in a breath of the cigarette and drawing out the smoke towards me. I tried not to notice how his lips gingerly curved around it, or how he held it gingerly pinched between thumb and third finger as he drew it almost reverently to his mouth. “Wasting away your life is my problem, Liam.” He chuckled but it wasn’t friendly. He stepped towards me and the smell of smoke assailed my nostrils, making me take a step back. He leaned in close to my face, while the cigarette was now in his hands, letting the ashes fall on the ground. “What I do with my life is none of your concern.” It used to be, I thought but instead in one swift motion I took the cigarette from his hand and dropped it on the ground, stomping it with my foot. “Hope that was your last one.” I said, raising my eyebrow in a challenge. “If I knew you were this feisty I would have asked you out years ago. How about now?” I scoffed. “I’d rather spend time with my mother’s cat.” Amusement flickered in his eyes as he ran a hand through his ashen blond hair. “You always liked that cat better than me.” He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “How’s Mr. Cuddle’s these days?” “Is this your way of trying to be on my good side? ‘Cause if it is,” I leaned in to him and stood on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “It’s not working.” |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 7:01pm On Dec 01, 2014 |
=continuation= A bemused expression settled on his face as I crouched to grab my soda from the machine. No matter how much I wanted to see his expression as I walked away I willed myself not to turn around. It was a monumental step of epic proportions. I had talked to Liam Rowley for more than five minutes, while holding a semi-civil conversation. It was an accomplishment nonetheless, seeing as he and I haven’t spoken a word to each for four years. As I sat down at the table and rejoined my friends as they high- fived me, I couldn’t help but notice the gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach. There was no telling what was going to happen next, and it frightened me. With Liam Rowely there was no telling what the next day would bring. It was always unknown territory, a place that I had not ventured in a very long time, and was uncertain if I ever wanted to return. It was dangerous to associate with him because of who he was now. It was irrational to even be in the same vicinity as he was. But I had done it, and somewhere a can of proverbial marbles had spilled. ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ********** What do you think is going on in Liam's head? It's kind of weird to just be staring at her like a stalker Hehe loved to hear your overall thoughts as always! Love you guys. Seriously, you guys are amazing! |
Re: Falling Slowly by McJANNY(f): 1:40pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
Pls keep the updates coming..your diction is simply amazing, good storyline too!! |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 8:12pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
Chapter Three: Body & Mind Thunder roared overhead as the cracks of lighting followed after as if there was a war above unseen by human eyes. I knew that I should have gone home straight after school as Dad had suggested. Hayden offered to drive me home, but I had declined – wanting to take a walk down town and go to the music store. It had been a few weeks since I’d last seen Mr. Edison and I missed his stories of the war and the beautiful sheets of music that he’d compose in his earlier years. I could spend hours in his music store, and it was exactly what I had done. It was nearly six when I headed out into the cold, frigid air. The rain quickly covered me, drenching me from head to toe. Silently, I prayed that the sheets of music Mr. Edison gave me would not be ruined by the rain. They were too precious and valuable to have the ink smeared, making the pages unrecognizable and weathered. The streets began to flood with the drastic pouring of the rain. I cursed myself for forgetting my cell on top of my vanity this morning. Mom and Dad would be worried sick when I got home, and I’d probably get grounded. Not to mention that I’d probably have a wicked cold tonight; I could already feel my bones begin to ache deep down to the marrow. It hurt. The loud roar of an engine startled me as it stopped beside me, and the driver cut off the engine. I kept walking, wondering where he was heading. All the stores had closed due to the sudden storm – well, all the stores I had passed. As I looked down the street I saw the other owners begin to close up shop; Open signs were switched to say Closed, lights switched off, and cars whizzed by in a hurry to get home. “Anya!” I turned around at the sound of my name, needing proof that it was who I thought it was. “What are you doing here?” I asked. Liam gave me a bewildered look and grasped my hand as he began to pull me towards his motorcycle, or bike as I liked to call it; a bike with an engine. “You’re going to catch your death. Take the favor.” I snatched my hand from his grasp, digging my heels to the ground. He stopped, eyeing my warily. “I don’t need your help. I’m not a lost puppy. I know my way home.” “I also know that you get sick easily. Stop being stubborn and hop on,” he said motioning to his bike. “I won’t bite.” Really, I thought, could have fooled me. I watched Liam’s expression change from wariness, to irritation, to pleading all in a matter of seconds. “How did you know I was here? This is nowhere near your house. Have you been following me?” He scoffed. “Stop thinking of yourself so highly, Anya.” He ran a hand through his matted blond hair that looked more like a dirty blond soaked from the rain. “Will you just listen for once?” I eyed the bike suspiciously and then glanced back at Liam. He was going out of his way to take me home, why? Four years of silent reproach had been broken this morning when I stood up to him, but that was because he was being a jerk - terrorizing an innocent kid on the first day of school. Talk about a horrible nightmare coming true for a freshmen. It wasn’t enough reason for Liam to begin to talk to me. Even when I went to the vending machine, I pointedly ignored him. He could have done the same, but instead he talked to me – he actually talked to me. And now this? It was strange and uncommon. Like an eclipse; it only happened rarely and after years of it being dormant. “Are you coming or not?” He asked, impatiently. He was already straddled over his bike, the engine loud in the silence and emptiness of the street. I bit my lip, weighing my options. I could politely decline his offer and go home only to get sick for a week. Or I could go with him and make him hate me less and complete number 9 on my list. |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 8:15pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
==Continuation== I chose the latter. It was selfish and hoped that I wasn’t wrong. I ran forward and saw the small smile forming on his lips. “Do you have an extra helmet?” He grabbed his and tossed it at me. “Your house is just over the bridge. I’ll be careful.” Gnawing at my bottom lip, I suddenly felt queasy. “No, I-what if something happens? It’s raining and the road is dangerous.” I took a step back, thinking twice about my decision. “You could lose control and you-” “Will you just get on?” He said annoyed. I huffed in agitation and strapped on the helmet. Hiking up my dress I climbed on and shivered at the coldness of the leather on my skin. “Hold on tight.” He revved up the engine and gently pushed off the curb – the action made me veer to the left and without another thought I snaked my arms around his waist like a vice, fearing that if I let go it would cause my untimely death. Liam chuckled and I had a smartass retort at the tip of my tongue, but my voice caught in my throat as we began to zoom through the streets. I gasped at the velocity and tightened my hold around Liam’s waist. The air whipped around me and I pressed the side of my cheek to his back, making myself small in the space given between us. I was hyper aware of my surroundings, and of my body. My thighs ached by how clenched together they were around Liam’s hips; holding on for dear life. My arms were tightly clasped around his waist where I could feel the hardness of his abs underneath his leather jacket. Then there was the strong scent of his musk that strangely smelled of cinnamon as I breathed him in. It reminded me of warm winter nights sitting by the fire drinking eggnog, while we talked about everything and nothing… What in the world was I doing? I mentally slapped myself and closed my eyes, blocking away all my thoughts - concentrating on the rain and wind as it bit my skin. The roars of thunder made me shudder as its angry cries filled the vast plane. I looked up at the sky to catch the crackle of lighting breaking through the dark gray atmosphere. Slowly, I began to count in my head as I did when I was younger. One Mississippi…two Mississippi…three Mississippi…four Mississ- Another wave of lighting broke through the sky and I cringed. The storm was only four miles away. We began to slow down as the familiarity of my neighborhood came into view. Liam came to a stop on the curb of my house and killed the engine. I climbed off the bike ungracefully; almost tripping over my own feet as the feel of gravity came crashing down on me. Liam caught my forearm, sending a burning fire coursing through my veins as he steadied me. “Thanks,” I muttered as I averted my eyes to look at my feet. I was suddenly nervous to be around him, and I was afraid to see what I might find when he looked at me. This was unprecedented. I wasn’t very good when it came to dealing with things out of my comfort zone, and he was definitely one of those things. “I think I see your dad at the window,” I heard him say. I turned on my heel and saw that his observation was true. Dad disappeared, drawing the curtain back as I saw his shadow move towards the direction of the kitchen on the thin white curtains. I was so dead. Dad was going to blow a gasket. I sighed, dreading the uncomfortable conversation that would ensue once I stepped inside. The roar of the engine made me whirl around, and before I could thank him for the ride – Liam was already down the road with only the glow of streetlights to illuminate his way home as the sun set. |
Re: Falling Slowly by Nobody: 8:19pm On Dec 02, 2014 |
==Continuation== Later that night, as I laid in bed, I heard my parent’s muffled voices through the paper thin walls. My father’s voice was low and had an edge that I’d never heard before. “She was on the back of his bike, Charlotte. It was dangerous and reckless! She shouldn’t have been on it in the first place. Not with this kind of weather and not ever in her life until she’s thirty!” I heard my mother giggle and said in a tone that I could only guess as teasing, “I never thought to see the day you’d be acting this way.” Pause. “Oh, God…I’ve become my worst nightmare: the overprotective father.” A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth at my father’s realization. It couldn’t have come at a better time. There was a small part of me that feared he would talk to Liam tomorrow before homeroom. I would die of humiliation or better yet, I’d silently pray for the ground beneath me to open up and swallow me whole. Either one would be great. “It happens to the best of us. You wouldn’t be a good father if you didn’t care about your little girl’s well being,” my mother said soothingly. There was a long pause and I waited for what seemed like hours for more words to be spoken between them. I glanced over at my clock and read 10:47 in big neon purple numbers. I sighed, feeling the heavy wave of exhaustion wash over me like quicksand. But I willed my body and mind to stay awake for just a bit longer. Finally, I heard my mother say, “We need to let her make her own decisions. It’s her life and if she wants Liam back into her life we have no right telling her otherwise. You know how these kinds of decisions are precious to her.” I sighed in relief. If I could I would jump out of bed and hug my mom. She always understood when it came to factors of my life. If I told her I wanted to go and jump off a small cliff she would support me. Dad would also support me after he tried to reason that it was dangerous. He was always concerned about my well-being, and I didn’t blame him. “I know,” dad said. “You’re right. I’ll just have to grin and bear it, won’t I?” “That’s right, honey.” I had to hand it to Mom. She was the best negotiator on the planet! With my mind at ease I let my body rest and hoped that aching in my bones would subside by morning. My mind was a different matter as they were filled with thoughts of Liam. He had entered back into my life, and now it would be difficult to extract him from my mind like it had been in the very beginning. It had taken two years to let him go, and watch as his life slowly unraveled from the seams. Could I do the same thing again? ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ******************** ************ Hiya lovely fans! (: So how are you guys loving the story? Give me your thoughts so I can get inside your headdd Hope you guys enjoyed and are having a great week! I'm so reading for Christams....so I can eat s'more! lol ) Vote. Comment. Fan! ♥ |
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