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TEOSB: Four
The eyes of someone blue: Four"Taking chances.” DAY TWO: TUESDAY. “Oh my god,” I declared in utter disbelief, crumpling up the paper. “What’s wrong?” David questioned with jejune. “Everything,” I stepped down from the comfy bed and towards the exit door as he stood up from the chair. I turned around before he could accompany me, “Don’t even try, Dave. I don’t need any part of you to comfort me. It’ll only get worst,” I cast a livid glare with my finger pointing a don’t-you-dare warning. David allowed me to fend for myself as he gave no motion to his legs. Finally, someone listened to me. I was grateful for it so I at least showed him my appreciation through an angry Thank you before I left. I bang the door, trying to relief anger. I gazed at the huge open window at the end of the hallway, and caught sight of plenty of things to do. As I inhale, I reached the lobby and got hold of Mr. Parkman, my personal driver David hired for me, so that he could bring me somewhere that involves forgetting the shit that has been happening to me lately. “Yes, miss? Where to?” Mr. Parkman asked. “Anywhere, as long its not here.” He sighed and paused for seconds. “Okay, I got a place, Miss Belle,” Mr. Parkman insisted. “Great, let’s go then,” I sounded glad. Mr. Parkman was most lovely compared to the rest. During the car ride, he told me everything about him. Two kids, beautiful wife, amazing career. He does seem a little too happy for a moody psycho like me. “– if I only could repay back David’s kindness. If it weren’t for him, I guess I would be living on the streets right now,” Mr. Parkman exhibited felicitously, “And there is no joke to that.” I gasped. “So you’re telling me you used to be a homeless beggar, and now you’re some fancy driver working for the rich guy?” “Yeah. It’s a miracle, isn’t it?” he answered with a wide grin, “So, how has David helped you? I mean, what brings you here?” Parkman questioned. “He says he can help me. Everyone believes in him, but I don’t,” I put a bet on it. “What do you find so hard to believe? Everyone deserves to be happy.” “I just wish life works out that way. Simple but strong, you know what I mean? But the last time I checked, not everyone gets their fairytale endings like you do,” I responded truthfully. “Why not? It’s your decision that changes things, not anything else.” “But everything I do won’t get things into place. I keep making mistakes I can’t undo. Unlike you, people actually have normal, stinky lives.” “Wrongs are for you to do them right the next time. Anyway, it won’t hurt to try again,” he felt slightly affronted, “But if you think you’re not going to make it, then why are you here? I'm sure there's an inch of hope left inside of you.” “Hope? Probably not. I have been let down too many times to do that," I add in a sarcastic chuckle, "All my life I’ve been sparing chances for people who think they can prove me wrong. Cause so far, I’ve been so totally spot on.” “Well, I’m sure David will manifest you soon. You’re gonna losing this game, Miss Belle,” Mr. Parkman smiled with satisfaction to his words. “It’s Marie. Only idiots call me Miss Belle.” I flashed a wide spread of white, Colgate teeth. Parkman smiled and nodded. I valued the stunning overpopulated area around me. The people who rush to work with a plastic cup of latte in their hands, the moms who bind their children’s hands together to get across the street, the flaunty girls who wear shirts as dresses . . . Everyone seemed to revolve around me. They all had an objective – a reason to live every day. I just wish I have that strive in me, you know? It’s like I’m the one who’s stopping the world from enduring, because I can’t move ahead, tag along, or go with the flow. With my two feet stuck to the ground, no one can help me get out of the black hole I’m sucked into. “Right, we’re here. You don’t have to send me back to the hotel later. I’ll find my own way home,” I turned left and right, feeling like a needle in a haystack. I had to act all smarty pants and put others on top of the ladder first, “You would probably need to go home to your family by then. I’ll be really late when I’m done.” “Um, actually, I do have to drive you. Mr. Anderson wants you back by seven. He’s taking you out to dinner,” Mr. Parkman pointed out. I sighed bitterly, “Don’t you do anything besides obeying his orders?!” He shook his head. “Okay,” I had blood-thirsty sarcasm flowing in my veins. To alter it into a more serious situation, I raised the volume to full, “Just tell Mr. Anderson to fuck off!” I shut the door loudly. My face turned sour when Parkman flinched. Where am I? I’m in a land with a borderline that keeps me trapped in Anderson-ville. I want out, and now. - - - I walked into every store in the Orange County shopping district. I hope for something that I could buy for Sarah with the fifteen hundred David pocketed in my striped cardigan. Since he doesn’t mind it, I’ll spend it however I wish. I look so distinct with the dress I wore last night underneath. Good thing I keep a handy pair of scissors wherever I go. Funny how I like carrying sharp objects along with me. Now, it’s cut to my knee’s length. I’m just too smart for this country, am I not? - - - Oh, I see something rather fascinating. “Hi there, here’s fifteen hundred,” I straightforwardly hand over the cash to an armless man leaning on the paths of the street walls. I cast a sinister, generous smile. “Thank you, Miss,” the man hugged me tightly, squeezing out tears, “God bless you,” his grey hair brushed against my cheeks as he pulled away. “You too,” I grinned. “I’m sorry I wasn’t sincere but –” I was apologizing for my evil plans I had in mind not too long ago. But he interfered. “You don’t have to be sorry, my dear. Anyone who spares me fifteen hundred has thought of life in crap and dumpsters. You, my dear, were being considerate, but you’re way too considerate for me to accept this gift,” he rejected the generous offer so I had to find another gift. I took noticed of his eyes that were resting on the guitar strapped onto my back, “You like music? I just picked it up from Roger’s. They say I can borrow it.” The elderly man nodded. “Maybe a song or two would make my day,” he beamed. I shrugged the strap off my shoulders and balanced it on my lap as we crossed our legs on the floor. I strummed a few notes of Minor A which caught the attention of the pedestrians of Wall Street. I play songs based on how I feel, and Fergie’s ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry’ said it all. “Da da da da da,” I hummed along with the melody. “You're probably on your flight back to your home town, I need some shelter of my own protection baby, to be with myself and center, clarity, peace, serenity,” for Sarah. “The path that I'm walking, I must go alone. I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown. Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay,” this particular verse displayed the conditions I was going through. As my head tilted up to catch a glimpse of the crowd the song attracted, that was when I saw him in the middle. David had his hands in his pockets, looking calm and cool as always, plastering a half smile on his face. I know he’s angry. It’s late and I made him miss hours of our dinner date. My voice went down low when I reached the chorus. David shut his eyes and breathed in deeply as it came to his turn now, “I hope you know, I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you, it's personal, myself and I, we've got some straightenin' out to do.” Mother, “And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, but I've got to get a move on with my life, it's time to be a big girl now, and big girls don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry,” the last strum brought out a slight tear in my eye. The elderly man started the applause, and the rest followed after. The guitar casing filled of coins and dollar notes enlightened his face, I mean, our faces. Time to meet David’s gaze, and it's very overwhelming. - - The walk to Roger’s – should I say awkward? He tried several times to keep up with me because I was walking so fast, it literally seemed like I was racing to cross a line and he wanted to lead. And I wasn’t in a mood to be started a conversation with. “You didn’t tell me you were musical,” David crossed his arms and leaned his back against the counter. “You never asked.” “Anyway, what did you do with the money? You don’t seem to be holding shopping bags anywhere, so I assume you’d rather throw it to a poor man’s bank account,” he piqued his curiosity and caused me to swell in nerves. “A rich, handsome man like you underestimating the poor. Why am I not surprised? And for a matter of fact, it’s entirely up to me what I should do with the money,” I cash the fifteen hundred over to the cashier, and eyed David when I did, “Keep the change,” I hand over the whole amount and hugged the guitar casing safely. I cast an ominous grin at him, boasting off my new guitar set. “You think I’m handsome?” he smiled as he bragged. I can’t believe I said so much – mainly insults, and the only thing he took from me was the praise. I should have known. I finally found someone compatible and more irritating than Sarah. “Whatever,” I said with a mild blush, “It’s unfair that now you know some truth about me and in return, I have no clue about you other than seeing people worshiping you like a God in this outré world you live in.” “Want some juicy details? Join me for dinner. I’ll spill everything,” David grinned. My instincts tell me this isn’t a good idea but for my body’s sake, I have no choice but to share a meal with this lunatic. Can’t blame me for hunger, can you? - - - Egg rolls and salad for early dressing. Main course, lamb shank. Dessert, multi-layered gelatin with champagne. And my stomach rests at empty. Shockingly. “Why are you not eating? I thought you liked food.” “Yeah, I like it when you’re not cooking,” David’s forehead crinkled. Oh, about that. Since it was ten and there weren’t any fancy diners open, he brought me home. His home. And trust me; his house was nothing like how I imagined it to be. He would live in this million-dollar medieval palace of his own. But it was nothing like that. Maybe I should lower my high expectations for the riches. “Well, sorry if I poisoned you. So, will you take a bite now? I swear, it’s really not that bad,” he pleaded while my fork danced with the sweet slice of gelatin. “Aren’t you hungry?” David asked again. “Not really. I'm not in a mood for food,” I dropped the fork on the table and walked away. “I’ll be going back to the hotel now,” I spoke hesitantly; his eyes scanning me for clues. I took fast steps to the door, but I couldn’t manage to shake off the hand on my arm. “Is there something you want to tell me?” David questioned. “Yes, there is,” I turn around, my face pensive. “What is it?” he urged. I muttered, “This isn’t working out for me, David,” I said with my deepest sorry excuse. He raised an eyebrow, watching me carefully. After that, all I hear was my adrenaline pumping in my veins, “Then what do you want me to do? You don’t like shopping, you don’t like my food, and you don’t enjoy anything I do for you. What do you want from me?” “Nothing, I want nothing,” I let down a streaming line of tears, because the last chance of me reaching happiness is ruined. I don’t know why this is hurting so badly when I have always seen this coming like I knew it was déjà vu. Maybe hope exists then, but now, I’m positive there’s nothing at all. “I just want to go home, that’s all,” I whispered. David's stare was too heavy to meet so I didn’t look into those woeful eyes. “I know you," saying like he really did know me, "- you don’t want that. You want me to help you, so let me,” both of his hands seized my shoulders with intensity. I was forced to face him. God, he sounds so believable. I felt like bowing down before my knees to idolize him. “Why should I? I’m not Parkman, or any of those people you dealt with before. I'm not like the others, Dave. What makes you think you can help me?” I even laughed at the how ludicrous it sounded when I challenged him. “I have succeeded all of the time. So why should I stop now? Whatever it takes, I know I can do it. I mean, I know you can,” he convinced, "Besides, I'm not afraid of taking chances." “Then prove it to me,” I repeat myself, “Prove it,” our eyes finally meet. This feeling, I hate it. I feel like I'm utterly in his control. I thought everything went perfectly well. Until he kissed me. Our lips locked together, inseparable as they were, he released me, from the kiss, the black hole, the depression . . . everything. He left me feeling all weak and helpless. At least when there’s emptiness, there’s space for something good to fill and flourish in. David Anderson Why can't I resist the temptations she sends me? There’s an urge that I fought hard against but perhaps, I was never strong enough to pull myself away from her. Opportunities don’t just come by snapping your fingers. 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Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended © 2009. Plagiarism is outlawed.I am Sandra Lau (blogger of sandralautzelin.blogspot.com). And I've been charged for passionately writing too many emotional and suspensive dramas. I live by my tacky metaphors and deep quotes, but hell yeah, I love 'em! Reviews means a lot to me, and criticism are most welcomed as well. About the Story
The Eyes of Someone BlueWho says darkness can't be lit up again? The prequel: Marie Belle goes through living hell daily and when she was delivered the worst news of her life - her mother's death, she finds it impossible to regain such a thing called happiness. Hence, her dad set her up on a television broadcast competition and therefore, she also won. Her prize? A stranger, and another who appears later - both likely to fall in love with her. But whoever said 'Don't talk to strangers' doesn't want you to make new friends. But they are only unknowns to her, but to the world, they are the kings of the music industry. Was it worth the fight? Maybe, maybe not. Starring: 1. Charles Belle (Joaquin Phoenix) 2. Chase Anderson 3. Clara Belle (Julianna Margulies) 4. Damon Anderson 5. David Anderson 6. Emma Rose (Katie Holmes/Cruise) 7. Lennea Parkers (Shantel VanSanten) 8. Lily Anderson (Cate Blanchet) 9. Marie Belle 10. Sarah Gabriels (Leighton Meester) 11. Trevor Parkman (Hayden Christensen) Click here to read: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Reviews
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