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TEOSB: Seven
The Eyes of Someone Blue: Seven“One of too many falls.” DAY FIFTEEN: MONDAY In a dream where it starts off so beautifully, Dave would hug me with his arms stroking my back in soothing motions, and I would be absorbed into sedation and feel his utmost ardor. We would embark on a kiss so powerful, that every war will fall beneath us because as a pair, our strength is mighty together like the stars hold the moon. Lips that lingered on my temple snapped me out of my reverie. “Dave?” my bleary-self spoke. “Guess again,” he smirked. A wipe off my eyes gave a clearer vision of the dewy morning. Oh, it’s the arse. “Chase, what are you doing here?” he frowned after I detected his identity. I paused for a moment to get the drowsiness cast aside and said, “Ya’ know, after observing you guys with kid gloves, I find you two are nothing alike.” “And you just figured that out?” Chase simpered. “Yeah, and you’re the eccentric one,” I tantalized with jest as his forehead crinkled. As I rise up from bed, there was a golden tray of food placed carefully on my lap. “Acting like a servant doesn’t obliterate the fact that you’re still an anomaly,” I spited for the pun of it. In the meantime, a quick look at the scrummy food served before me had my stomach growling fiercely. There were butter cookies, a bowl of Mac N’ Cheese, and a glass of tropical fruit juice – the classic delights. “I know,” he smiled kindly. That was impressive – Chase agreeing to an insult. I thought he would be the first one to erupt when affronted. Ah, breakfast in bed is definitely a prior activity when I become rich and famous. Though that is only limited to my personal dream world, there is nothing wrong in feeling overly ambitious. As I picked up a piece of cookie, I wouldn’t have expected Chase would do something this inappropriate to his brother’s girlfriend. He held the tip of it, lifted my chin, and tilted my head so he could bite the same cookie which half of it was in my mouth. Oh god. My reddened face gave him something to laugh about. I kicked the blanket off my feet and propelled to rally my belongings. Like a mad lady, I got the hell out of the room before he could toy with me any further. Chase – he who was satisfied – did a furtive, diabolic fleer. And that got me ruffling through my hair angrily, while I descended the stairs with loud, stomping steps. That arse. How can I be so foolish to keep falling for his devilish schemes? I am not one who will endure such behavior, so Chase Anderson – prepare to meet your worst nightmare. Well, that is I think I can pull off the acts of an amateur witch. - - - Oh, here comes arse number two. “Good morning, Lily,” I droned with an I-hate-you-but-I’m-forced-to-respect-you tone in my voice. Lily’s response was as grim as mine, “Likewise,” she poised at the scenic sunrise and pored, “Friday mornings are most splendid of the week. And I wonder why I’m such in a bad mood,” she turned to me and forced a grin which I translated it into, “Vanish from my sight.” Tolerating her was hopeless, thus, I was happy enough to not watch her play queen regnant of the house and went upstairs to get dressed instead. But where should I go? David suggested I should let Parkman do the honors and bring me someplace beauteous. All I know is I can’t stay here. Not when I’m stuck with two of the most hated people in my life. My eyes couldn’t believe the amount of female clothing wear in a room beside David’s. I hope it’s not Lily’s, but who else could they belong to besides her? Okay, enough with the shock. It’s not like I’m stealing them or anything; I’m just borrowing it so I can go on my errand. I appareled myself in a patterned shirt with a retro-looking skirt wrapped around my waist. As I walked out, a whisper tickled my ear, “Where are you going dressed like that?” “Nowhere,” I made a hasty exit. “If you’re planning to stay here with me, I’ll serenade you all day,” Chase gave a pleading smile. The thought of it made me shiver. “Bye, Chase,” I bid a wave at him and walked into the car. “Hey, wait up!” Chase yelled from behind, and the next thing I knew . . . he was beside me at the back seat. With my arms folded, my face was sulking, my eyes were glaring, and Parkman became one heck of a gritty man to allow Chase to enter without my consent. “I hate you,” I faced Chase, and I was happy that he looked pretty torn up by that particular comment. “Why so?” he pushed himself closer to me, leaving myself squeezed. “You’re snobby, gross, and infantile,” I affronted while Chase expressed an ‘ouch’ face, “Most of all, you’re the cause of my melancholy.” “Nice speech,” he pretended to clap, “For some girls, this torture is their way of expressing oh-my-god-Chase-Anderson-is-crushing-on-me, so I assume you are no different,” Chase explained with an egoistical smile. Fuck the heck out of him. Why can’t he just flee off when I tell him to? Instead, Chase would rather stick to me as if he splashed both of us in super glue. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me. I still hate you,” I said sternly, “And why are you an inch near me? Go further.” Then, I gave myself a smug glow of self-congratulation after I injured his pride. - - - “Do you even know where you’re going?” Chase questioned as he stood in front of me after Parkman dropped us. “No,” I replied, “I don’t need to know. As long as you keep your distance away from me, I’m gratified.” “Sorry, but that isn’t going to happen. I’m not letting you disappear from my sight,” Chase held my wrist and hauled me to a night bar called Starlight, “I’m going to sing for you.” Why isn’t the stupid head distancing from me? Why isn’t he afraid of me? And did he just mention the word sing? Okay, this should go well. And it pretty much did. Chase pranced up on the small stage and took hold of the microphone as if he was challenging it. He sang a short prelude to celebrate Starlight’s opening ceremony with pomp. The song was called, Hero. “This song is something I wrote for a lady – a lady who meets beyond of all my circumstances; she who have yet to love me for who I am, and not who I portray to be. She’s the one who I have to prove, that I’m her hero.” And that led to a series of ‘I-love-you’ and ‘Would-you-marry-me?’ from the corner where the female inhabitants went gaga over Chase. But he discounted those girls, and I was the only one who he gave to spotlight to. I didn’t even understand a word of his fucking speech. And why does he think that I will love him? That isn’t going to happen even if I was about to die from poison and he would be the only potion of antidote. Although I’m pretty sure he’s nothing but a nutcase, I stopped cursing him and listened. As Chase glowered at me, he started singing. Would you dance, if I asked you to dance? I am utterly bewitched by him. He put me under a spell I couldn’t break, and that makes me feel so uncomfortable. What am I saying? I better to leave before I actually do fall in love with him. I rippled my hair with frustration and bolted off from the bar. Just as I sallied for the door, Chase went lightning speed to have grabbed my arm in time. “Marie,” Chase pronounced it as if he was about to confess his undying love for me. One day, he’ll be the asshole who bugs me around the house and flirts with me like I’m some kind of bimbo bee. And the next day, he’ll turn into a dream. A dream I can’t never fall for because my heart belongs to another. “Look, I can’t do this - especially not you, because I’ll never know if you’re fooling me or not,” I told him. And then, his hands crawled behind my neck and pushed me towards him so that he could plant a forceful kiss on my lips. It was too mighty to fight against and the passion of the kiss was beating my own strength. Chase finally freed me, and we pulled away immediately to catch our breath. I have just shamed my own dignity by letting him do that to me. “I’m not fooling you,” he said breathlessly, “Out of all those times you thought I was joking, I probably was. But believe me now, because I never meant anything this much before.” “You shouldn’t have done that,” I muffled my cry. I was glad he cut me loose because it was the one time he didn’t chase after me. - - - That night, I laid myself on the bed; ceaselessly hoping my prayers will search for Dave and bring him home so I didn’t need to live another day with his brother in picture. David has been working straight for seven days, and I feared becoming lonesome like I was before I got here. My vows for the moment – I will stay loyal to Dave. I will not love anyone but him – even if the opponent has what it takes to capture my heart. But after a long, deep thought, I made a decision that could change almost everything that has been going on. And when I did make up my mind, David returned. Why is there always such irony haunting me from day to day? Gazing upon his glistening eyes and lustrous ash brown hair made my heart shudder. Either it was from all the excitement or from the guilt of almost betraying our relationship. “Welcome home,” I smiled. I ran to his arms that grasped tightly onto me, and this feeling I craved so badly have returned right where they belong. David kissed my hair as he secured me with a hug. As much as I want to stay, I can’t. But I won’t bail on my vows either. “Why are you crying?” he assumed I let out these tears because of I was too happy during his arrival. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” I started off slowly in a way the good news comes first. “Believe it,” he pressed his lips on my neck while we were in his room. “David,” I sniffed in between a giggle, “I want to go back home – my home.” “Don’t you like living here?” “No, it’s not like that,” my forehead furrowed, “It's just that we’re moving rather quick, don’t you think so? It’s been two weeks since we met and now we’re all lovey dovey with each other? It doesn’t make much sense to me.” “So you’re saying you don’t want to?” “Of course I want to. But since it doesn’t matter where we are because we still love each other, Utah wants me back. I miss my family, Dave, and I need them.” “And you’re crying because of that?” David laughed, “Silly, of course I’ll let you.” “Really?” I grinned and cupped his face. “Yes, really.” “Oh, and can you come too? You can live at my house. But there’s no guarantee you’re gonna love living in a pathetic home where you have an exquisite one here.” “It doesn’t matter. And I would love to go,” he enlightened me, “– but the contract with my father on the show and the tour only ends next week,” then caressed my cheek, “I am so sorry.” David explained that he and his cohort are on national tour so he can’t flee with me. Yes, I’ve experienced heartbreak. Although this is far behind sadness, I have to admit, I was pretty somber after that. Well, at least by doing this, I get to escape Chase’s torments and stay true to David. So, I’m killing two birds with one stone. Saves a hell lot of energy, don’t you think? - - - DAY SIXTEEN: TUESDAY “Goodbye,” I beamed, trying to pull away from his tender lips. “Goodbye,” David said, but he still did not let go of me. “I’m gonna miss the plane if you won’t stop –” he interrupted me with another I-have-to-kiss-you-a-thousand-times-before-you-leave. “Tell me why I can’t get enough of you,” he questioned with a wide, irritable smile. “Because you’re gonna miss me so terribly bad that you can’t sing properly on tour?” I played with him like a toy. “Then tell me why you are so smart?” “Because I am, and you’re so dumb,” I laughed, “Take a look at the time now.” While he took a glance at his watch, I took the opportunity to leave. I didn’t run – of course, I didn’t – instead, I ran full pelt towards the exit; hoping he’ll be alright on his own. It’s kind of sad actually – okay, who am I kidding? – I meant, really depressing. To part from someone you love, and thinking you won’t ever see him again? It’s a damn good thing I made him swear that we’re not officially leaving and it’s only going to be a period of time before we can see each other again. - - - “Passengers of Flight BA135, you can leave the plane in an orderly manner but first, gather your belongings. We will not be held responsible for your lost. We have arrived safely in Salt Lake City, Utah, so join us next time. Till then, have a nice day,” the pilot announced after the landing. Sitting in the aircraft for solid twelve hours was a pain in the ass, and I remembered myself repeatedly moaning in my mind about how slow aircrafts fly when they are named the fastest mode of transport. Such lies. Sarah’s so gonna torture me with, “Where are you two getting married?” or “Are you gonna name your kids after me?” Oh boy. But isn’t this why I love this place? - - - Standing right at the porch of my home, I peeked through the translucent windows on the door. It looked pretty empty so I went ahead and entered without knocking. “Mom? Dad?” I turned left and right with a broad smile on my face, “. . . Sarah?” I called out. But there was no answer. So I assumed Sarah’s attending the first week of our school’s last semester. And Dad should be working at some architectural site, but Mom – I couldn’t think of a place she would rather be than home. As disappointed as I am to see this place evacuated, I dropped myself onto the couch and planned to wait for their return. But a restless person like me who can’t hold still shouldn’t be, so I roamed around the living room instead. I picked up plastic bottles, college application forms, work documents that were cluttered everywhere. It was rude of them to litter. I guess they can’t live without me after all. My eyes caught hold of something. One of the documentary papers lying on the coffee table. And it was queer to find ‘Ivory Road Ceremonial’ bold and centered in it. Isn’t Ivory Road near my place? Since I was too jobless, I took a spin around Ivory Road to check out what ceremony I was missing on. Maybe I’ll find them there. Who knows? I just hope it isn’t some Welcome Home prank or some kind of a mishap. - - - People dressed in formal black crowded the ceremonial grounds adorned in bouquets of white daisies. “I think I’m the wrong place,” I muttered to myself, feeling queasy. But I wasn’t. It perfectly stated on the wooden stand of ‘Ivory Road Ceremonial’ in front of the entrance gates. Immediately after the sullen and slate-grey sky poured down heavy droplets, I regretted my hypothesis. My old car let out noises which probably meant it can’t function anymore. Then, a few heads started glowering at me after the noise attracted their attention. I stepped down of the car, having the intention to apologize to whoever I bothered. But their faces didn’t seem annoyed or displeased at all. They looked more aghast. As I paced forward to send my deepest condolences to who might have passed away, I noticed the familiar faces which were saturnine and swarthy. And then I saw Dad and Sarah – both in formal attire – leading the group. Everyone was shedding a non-stop flow of tears. And then I knew. At least, I thought I knew what was going on. No . . . it couldn’t be. My heart sank when my eyes hung onto the wordings engraved on the gravestone. Clara Belle – a loyal wife and loving mother – died on July third this year. May the angels watch over her. This is just too much. If this was a nightmare, I would beg myself to wake up. But it wouldn’t work even if I did try. Dad and everyone who knew lied to me. It was all played out so successfully so that I wouldn’t know Mom had died two months ago. “Mother?” I murmured in horror, and bawled after, “She’s not here?” She can’t hear me, can she? No matter how loud I scream, she won’t be able to hear because she’s dead. There, I’ve finally said it. But why can’t I believe it? All this time, after I willing agreed to be sent away with Dave, I thought I could change and my life would get better. But to know that it was for Dad to plan out a burial ceremony for Mom, it gave me endless reasons why I should join her. I had never felt so close to death before. And I wanted to, so willingly too. “Marie,” Dad was aghast, “No . . .” he breathed heavily, “You’re not supposed to see all this – you shouldn’t be here!” Appalled as I was, I fought the outraged disbelief. I took another glance at the grave, and then my eyes couldn’t take it. They grew so heavy putting up gallons of tears. The bond tied between us had been cut off, and she had let go because I didn’t pull hard enough. I have been holding onto her long enough, and it’s time for me to realize I was grasping onto nothing all along – just the lies I couldn’t believe. She’s . . . gone. “You’re a disgrace – all of you!” I yelled. Chase was in front of me when I turned back to run. I halted for a moment, but I didn’t look at him. Not before long, I exit the ceremonial grounds and bombarded out of there. They had been deluding my mind. And for what? My soul – this fragile piece of life – it will always be absent in mind. I hastened into the house, and sprawled myself onto the cold marble floors of my room. Tears may shed, but memories don’t. Wounds can heal, but scars are forever. And this is certainly the largest one. - - - “Why the hell are you here?! If Dad and Sarah sent you here to check on me, you better just fuck off!” I threw a pillow at Chase but he dodged. “I didn’t come here for them! For your sake, I came here because I care about you and I thought you needed a shoulder, but seeing how much you despise of me, yeah, I’ll fuck off!” Chase bellowed, “– if that’s what you want.” But no matter how much he gives in himself to me, he can never fully undergo the same situation I’m going through. Anyhow, I considered his thought and it was literal. What I really needed was someone to sooth in the pain. “Wait!” I called out before he stepped out. I invited him to the bed, so I could use his shirt as a mop to suck in all the water. “I don’t hate you, Chase. Maybe I do - a little - but I didn’t really mean it,” I sobered, “In fact, I hate myself more than I hate you,” I did a fake chuckle, “I don’t even know if I’m the one who screwed up – I don’t even know why things like this always happen to me; it’s as if everyone has a thirst for my grief. But hey, they got what they wanted, didn’t they? But now, it can’t be fixed. Not even you or David can be my first aid kit.” “I lost a mother. And to think she died two months ago with me totally unaware of it – it’s killing me,” I muttered and cried at the same time. Divorce – I can handle that. They can stay apart for centuries and I wouldn’t mind. But death isn’t an option – I get that – but it was Dad’s opt to hide it from me. I know Mom would say, “It’s God’s will.” But why did He have to choose her? “And I’m tired of people asking me the same question – whether I’m alright – because I’m not; I’m not okay, Chase.” “I know,” Chase comforted as he toyed with strands of my hair, “Believe me, I know.” I didn’t even care that he kissed my hair. Whenever I get pushed down a cliff, David and Chase would be the first to throw a rope for me to hold onto. But that’s not what concerns me. I didn’t care whose rope I would catch first, because all I needed was to know I’m safe. Chase’s chest was where I rested my head on. He smelt of raspberries – always. For evermore, I will love his scent, and the way it never fails to calm me. Straight in the eyes, I looked at him with much desire. I glanced at him docilely because I didn’t manage to hear his whisper. Instead, I caught his lips and kissed it. Labels: The eyes of someone blue |
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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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