This is a story that has been brewing in my cranium for awhile...I got the idea from a one-on-one. Constructive criticism would be appreciated if necessary. As would telling me if you would like to see more.
Newest Post: O6-2O-II
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My eyes snapped open at the sudden sound.
Buzz! Buzz!
Groaning, I pulled the mauve-colored sheets of my bed over my face.
Buzz! Buzz!
Being my easily-irritated self, I flung the covers off my body with a grumble and snatched my cell phone off the bedside table. It was a miracle the ‘talk’ button didn’t break when I clicked it.
“Hello?” I asked groggily as I stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully the person on the other end could tell they’d disturbed me from my very-much-needed slumber.
“Well, good morning to you too, babe!” the familiar deep voice from the other end said with a chuckle. I glanced at the caller ID. Blaine Harrison. Best friend since fifth grade. Beloved boyfriend. We’d started dating at fifteen. Then, in our junior year of high school, when I was seventeen, we’d gotten into a huge fight. We broke up, and a couple of weeks later my dad said that we’d have to move to Paris, France because of his job. It was a devastating time for me. And most likely Blaine too. Many things happened in Paris. Things that make my stomach twist to remember. But I finished high school in France. My family and I ended up moving back to our home town two years later after my senior class had graduated, when I was nineteen. Did I mention that we’d added a new member to our family? Well…more like I’d added a new member to our family.
Mentally kicking myself, I shook the thoughts out of my head and gave a long yawn. He continued, “Or should I say afternoon? Since when does Amber Rousseau sleep in till two o’clock?” Blaine and I had gotten back together a few months ago, before we started going to the same university.
“Since she gets two day off of college and her dorm was way too loud to even think of sleeping.” I replied, swinging my legs over the bed. I shuddered as my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes. Compared to my dorm room, this bedroom at my parent’s house was heaven. I’d only been going to college for a few months now, but even though I lived on campus, it was nice to come home some weekends.
“Oh, I see. Did she have a tough week?” Blaine asked.
“She did. Three tests.”
He gave a short laugh again, a laugh that always made me smile. “I’m sure you did fine.”
“Let’s hope,” I said, standing up and looking in the mirror. I suppressed another groan at the sight of how pale I looked.
“Well, I just called to check up on you since you didn’t call me last night. –“ Damn, I’d completely forgotten,”-But I have to go work for a little while.”
“Sorry, Blaine.” I said, “Call me later?”
“I will. Love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” With that, I hung up, placing my phone back on the table before heading to my shower.
After I’d gotten dressed and ready, I straightened my mid-back length black hair and brushed some mascara on my lashes that surrounded my violet-colored irises. Ready for breakfast, I began to walk out of my room, only to hear a noise. A very, very familiar noise.
A baby’s cry. Down the hall. Hurriedly, I turned to the left and walked to the room next to my parents’. The six-month old baby boy was sitting up, chubby little arms poking through the bars of his crib. His black curls stood up in every which way, and his large green eyes were wide and wanting. Everyone had been fooled into thinking that he was my mother’s child.
“Oh, Charlie,” I said quietly as I plucked him from the crib and held him against me. He instantly became quiet. I began to sway back and forth slowly when I heard muffled voices from my parents’ room. I concentrated, trying to decipher their words.
“Yes, I’m positive! I just got word from his mother.” I heard my father say in a hushed tone.
“But I don’t understand why his parents allowed him! They know what this could do to Amber,” my mother replied quickly. Now, I became concerned, my arched eyebrows furrowing. What in God’s name were they talking about?
“They couldn’t stop him. He’s applied for the university already and moved out. He’ll be here in a matter of days.” said my father.
“No. No. This can’t happen,” I could barely hear my mother.
“It already has, darling. I’m sorry. There is nothing I can do. Louis is coming.”
His last sentence made me freeze. Everything stopped. All the voices. My breathing. My swaying. And my heart.
He is coming.
How? Why?! I tried to remember how to move, but couldn’t.
Louis du Ponte is coming. The twenty-year-old man that I had met in France. The son of my father’s best friend. The man that I’d fallen in love with. The one who- because of me- had a part in changing my life forever. The one who I had told to stay away, no matter who much he begged me. It would be easier for Charlie this way. Easier for me.
The father of the baby that I held in my arms. My baby. The baby who everyone- including Blaine–thought was my little brother.
And Louis was coming.
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Tell me if you want more.
Newest Post: O6-2O-II
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My eyes snapped open at the sudden sound.
Buzz! Buzz!
Groaning, I pulled the mauve-colored sheets of my bed over my face.
Buzz! Buzz!
Being my easily-irritated self, I flung the covers off my body with a grumble and snatched my cell phone off the bedside table. It was a miracle the ‘talk’ button didn’t break when I clicked it.
“Hello?” I asked groggily as I stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully the person on the other end could tell they’d disturbed me from my very-much-needed slumber.
“Well, good morning to you too, babe!” the familiar deep voice from the other end said with a chuckle. I glanced at the caller ID. Blaine Harrison. Best friend since fifth grade. Beloved boyfriend. We’d started dating at fifteen. Then, in our junior year of high school, when I was seventeen, we’d gotten into a huge fight. We broke up, and a couple of weeks later my dad said that we’d have to move to Paris, France because of his job. It was a devastating time for me. And most likely Blaine too. Many things happened in Paris. Things that make my stomach twist to remember. But I finished high school in France. My family and I ended up moving back to our home town two years later after my senior class had graduated, when I was nineteen. Did I mention that we’d added a new member to our family? Well…more like I’d added a new member to our family.
Mentally kicking myself, I shook the thoughts out of my head and gave a long yawn. He continued, “Or should I say afternoon? Since when does Amber Rousseau sleep in till two o’clock?” Blaine and I had gotten back together a few months ago, before we started going to the same university.
“Since she gets two day off of college and her dorm was way too loud to even think of sleeping.” I replied, swinging my legs over the bed. I shuddered as my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes. Compared to my dorm room, this bedroom at my parent’s house was heaven. I’d only been going to college for a few months now, but even though I lived on campus, it was nice to come home some weekends.
“Oh, I see. Did she have a tough week?” Blaine asked.
“She did. Three tests.”
He gave a short laugh again, a laugh that always made me smile. “I’m sure you did fine.”
“Let’s hope,” I said, standing up and looking in the mirror. I suppressed another groan at the sight of how pale I looked.
“Well, I just called to check up on you since you didn’t call me last night. –“ Damn, I’d completely forgotten,”-But I have to go work for a little while.”
“Sorry, Blaine.” I said, “Call me later?”
“I will. Love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” With that, I hung up, placing my phone back on the table before heading to my shower.
After I’d gotten dressed and ready, I straightened my mid-back length black hair and brushed some mascara on my lashes that surrounded my violet-colored irises. Ready for breakfast, I began to walk out of my room, only to hear a noise. A very, very familiar noise.
A baby’s cry. Down the hall. Hurriedly, I turned to the left and walked to the room next to my parents’. The six-month old baby boy was sitting up, chubby little arms poking through the bars of his crib. His black curls stood up in every which way, and his large green eyes were wide and wanting. Everyone had been fooled into thinking that he was my mother’s child.
“Oh, Charlie,” I said quietly as I plucked him from the crib and held him against me. He instantly became quiet. I began to sway back and forth slowly when I heard muffled voices from my parents’ room. I concentrated, trying to decipher their words.
“Yes, I’m positive! I just got word from his mother.” I heard my father say in a hushed tone.
“But I don’t understand why his parents allowed him! They know what this could do to Amber,” my mother replied quickly. Now, I became concerned, my arched eyebrows furrowing. What in God’s name were they talking about?
“They couldn’t stop him. He’s applied for the university already and moved out. He’ll be here in a matter of days.” said my father.
“No. No. This can’t happen,” I could barely hear my mother.
“It already has, darling. I’m sorry. There is nothing I can do. Louis is coming.”
His last sentence made me freeze. Everything stopped. All the voices. My breathing. My swaying. And my heart.
He is coming.
How? Why?! I tried to remember how to move, but couldn’t.
Louis du Ponte is coming. The twenty-year-old man that I had met in France. The son of my father’s best friend. The man that I’d fallen in love with. The one who- because of me- had a part in changing my life forever. The one who I had told to stay away, no matter who much he begged me. It would be easier for Charlie this way. Easier for me.
The father of the baby that I held in my arms. My baby. The baby who everyone- including Blaine–thought was my little brother.
And Louis was coming.
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Tell me if you want more.
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