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TEOSB: Nine
The Eyes of Someone Blue: Nine“May the best man win” DAY FOURTEEN Marie Belle I never asked for this. Only Satan himself would revel watching me suffer. Like hell, who could deny I’m a perfect match for it? Upon all agreements, I have no other talent than putting people on the verge of agony. I wonder if one day, pain would be like a pinch on my arms and seconds later, it would disappear and I would feel nothing – because if I was to be numbed, I would have lost all my feelings and emotions. So without it, love of the last phase could seem nearly impossible to reach. And with it, the hope I have for the future could at least sound real to me. I may seem crazy, or painfully shy, But having to break away from drama for one second was certainly not wise of me, I mean – David and Chase – they are a part of me, and I actually like who I am now. My duty is just to realize that snapping my fingers won’t do the trick. Put yourself in my shoes, and you would know how a child fighting against a world’s army felt like. It’s just unimaginable. But I keep forgetting. I’m not a child anymore. A girl such as me who has consumed so much confusion and heartsick events should know better. With all the fully-equipped armor and preparation, I am strong enough, believe it or not. I’ve thought about things carefully then. Chase did ruin everything – our non-existent friendship and David – but without his belief in me, I would have never survived my mother’s death. I believe everyone has an expiry date stapled on their foreheads and we just don’t know when it happens. But I wish I knew; so that I did not have to carry this undying anger to see her again – to say a goodbye, at the very least. But death is permanent. Wounds may heal overtime but scars are forever. But it was days back when Chase said that 'Scars do not define who we are. It is what we make of them that could change the world around you'. I did was I was told and yes, miracles do happen when you are in need of one. And when it comes to Dave, his love keeps me alive. It awakens me from the blindness I was veiled under. Like always, I have never felt more secure in anyone’s arms before. He just won’t let go of anything I hold. Hey, all’s fair in love and war. If one of them drops out of the battle, there would be anything left worth fighting for. No prize, no victory, just more losses to weep over. Now all I have to do is wait, even if they don’t come back. Thus, am I falling for both of them? Oh, god. - - - Chase Anderson What in hell was I thinking? Is it me or have my decisions been getting a little overrated lately? But it wasn’t entirely my fault – she did kiss me back – so she has to take part of the guilt too, right? Okay, scratch that. I’m the one responsible. And so shall be it. Before I went crazy in my thoughts, I raced after David back home – his home. He never looked this tattered. My car was right behind his as I followed him tightly without him noticing the furtiveness. David parked at his front porch, while I quickly got out of my Porsche and paced towards his Lamborghini. He laid on the driving wheel whilst striking some furious blows on it. I never thought I would see him squeeze out tears over a girl – not after Lennea Parkers. Who is she, you might ask? Don’t fret, you’ll find out soon enough. It wasn’t long till he sighted of me and thrust through the door of his front porch. Then was when I figured following him was not a brilliant idea after all. “You can hate me, Dave, but don’t hate her. She had nothing to do with what I intended, I swear –” I told him. Then, David turned around and faced me. “You can have her, Chase, for all I care. I just want you to butt out of my life,” he warned furiously, “– because I can’t live with you in it. Please, please, would you leave?!” David pleaded. Yes, I admit – I can be a little like The Terminator who does nothing but destroys though Arnold Schwarzenegger is nothing like me physically. I am of a better quality, deal with it, Arnold. Okay, forget that thought, Chase. This is way more important. Now pull off a straight face. I was good at obeying my own mind, so this certain instruction was not at all a problem. “So you’re gonna give her up like what you did to Lennea?” I mentioned her name and his face muscles tighten. He must have never heard it for years. Well, he didn’t have the guts to say it even once. No one did. After all, she was the main reason he was mentally depressed before Marie filled the holes in his heart. “What are you talking about?” he choked after a pause. “You know what I mean, Dave. Don’t pretend like she meant nothing to you,” I pushed. “This has nothing to do with her. And no, I did not give her up. You took her away from me. And everyone who I have ever loved.” “For God’s sake, Lennea died in her apartment in which you help her cause a fire,” David was ready to punch my pretty – I could not believe my ego still did not wear off even at a time like this – face, but he refrained from doing so, and I don’t know why. “Don’t talk about her like that. She means more to me than you’ll ever know, Chase. And that’s because you’re reluctant to face the fact that you will never find love, because you’re just as fake and selfish as Dad!” his rage made me flinch. “Why can’t you just admit that you like seeing me like this; to see me unhappy, for the most part?” Why bring Dad up? He raised us up well, considering we did not have to lift a finger for almost two decades now. But on the other side of the hill, I have to agree. He wasn’t a great father. We were never good enough to please him. And that sort of urged him to be on the look out for other artists he could make contracts with. Though David and I possess many, Dad will never see anything good in us. Let the curtains down – it’s end of story for the Anderson men. Easily as it seems, it was the hardest thing I had to do by far. I was done fighting. Lies are just way too complicated to be kept as a secret. So here it is now. I need another story, “How can I admit that I can’t live one day without being jealous of you? How can I admit that I’ve always dreamed of living your life for a change?” it was my turn to pour out my emotions – and yes, I have emotions, “– because you don’t have to do anything, Dave. You don’t have to, because in the end, you’ll get everything I wished for, and that comes without effort.” “That’s not true, Chase,” he stated, “You never said anything.” “You expect me to come up to you and say ‘Hi, I envy you?’ Don’t be foolish, Dave, you out of all people should know I have more self-respect than that,” I glanced up to scan his expression and David was grabbing onto my every word, “All I could do was play tricks on people.” “I don’t get it. Who are you trying to fool?” “Myself, in particularly. In middle school – even back then, popularity was no exception to me, or to everyone – as a matter of fact. I was scared that my life would be ruined if didn’t do what I did. So I started off by getting the prettiest girl in class, a spot in the football team, bringing up our family name, but I was never fully satisfied. Call it perfect but it’s . . . not. I was living a lie for almost half my entire life. It’s about time things started to change.” “That’s quite a speech there, Chase. Are you sure you’re not making empty promises?” David tried to reassure himself. “No,” I said dryly. And I finally told him why, “I give you my word for that.” “I’m sorry I judged you,” David let out a sigh. That was fast. He forgave me in less than thirty minutes. What a record. “I’m sorry I gave you a reason to,” I retorted; glad that I was finally given a chance to smirk again, “And before you say anything else, I want you to know that falling for Lennea and Marie was nothing but a coincidence.” “A coincidence, really?” he teased. “C’mon, don’t do this to me, Dave. I just told you my deepest, darkest secret, and this is how you repay me?” a wide grin came after a giggle. “I was joking, Chase. Anyway, it just shows we have extremely good taste.” We punched our knuckles together like we used to. Normally, it follows after achieving some sort of success, and this absolutely is our greatest one – being able to trust each other again. “Thanks for listening.” “Great to have the old, humble you back,” David acted a servant’s bow, “And it is my pleasure, your highness. So where could the egoistical, self-centered beast be?” “Ouch. Oh, don’t worry, Dave. I haven’t lost him yet. Wait and see,” I simpered. David Anderson He just did it – the Chassell F. Anderson trademark smile. I guess the real deal didn’t go missing after all. He remained like the usual self, but this time I did not judge, because for once, I know who he is. I get that now. No matter how hard he’s trying to be The Next Big Thing, Chase will always be Chase – my selfish brother. “Now would you do me the honours of trying to snatch Marie away from me? It’s about time you return to her and make things right again. She needs you,” Chase made a strict demand I doubt I could follow. I shook my head faint-heartedly, “I don’t know, Chase. She hates me. It would take awhile for her to forgive me.” He tittered, “Hate you? Why would she hate you? In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Tell her you still love her, Dave. She needs to hear it.” “So, what are you gonna do next?” I asked hesitantly. “Fight until the very end and I shall spare you no mercy,” Chase flashed a wide grin. “May the best man win,” I reached out for a hand, and he shook 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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