I didn't know. Something about the way she played made the deepest of my fears alive. Maybe it was how at ease she was with everyone or the way she closed her eyes as her delicate fingers consumed the piano like it was her own favorite miracle. That scared me because whenever I looked into her soft green eyes, I had to know everything that she did and felt; it was like we were connected by unbreakable strings. I couldn't get enough but something inside of me told me that I shouldn't have let her in because love was like killing yourself slowly. I loved my mom but she left, so I was biased about love.
She stopped playing and took a deep breath as if she was afraid to speak to me. It was something about the aura I radiated around her but my colored eyes couldn't leave hers. It was like our eyes were interlocked into an attraction phase that made the whole world around us stop.
I was still feeding my heart on the piano music sheets and trying out the keys for the newest piece I wrote. The pressure was hard since the winter annual ball was on Saturday and I only had two days to go to practice; it was only Wednesday.The thoughts of that guy, Ryson, invaded my mind again. He was so mysterious to the eyes with his stony gazes and strict expressions. It was like he never had any fun or enjoyed anything. But I could tell that the piano interested him when he saw me play before.Closing the piano lid after Mrs. Davidson reminded me it was closing time, I grabbed my bag filled with sheets and a textbook on how to have key control with the steady rhythm that I was studying for the winter annual and Julliard."Have a great evening," I said to Mrs. Davidson politely, s
Evangeline reminded me of what it felt like to lose my mother when she was rolled on a stretcher to the hospital room. It was agonizing; she made me reveal my emotions and I was tired of fighting the sorrow. Waiting outside while the nurses do their job was the torture I had to endure, I couldn't even fucking get comfortable sitting on their hard rock chairs so I kept pacing."Young man, is your girlfriend going to be okay?" the old woman asked with apprehension imprinted on her face. The mere thought of Evangeline irked me because I didn't want to feel that way towards her. I had been trying my best to get away from her yet here I was, waiting for her to get better. I wanted not to care and just go back to the disruptive father and his prostitutes but I couldn't get my feet to go along the path of the hospital entrance. I wanted to make sure she was better.
I was resurrected to life when the tears of pain formed a huge puddle on the bathroom ground. I wasn't going to cry out for him anymore; my howls became silent and my beating heart calmed down after the mental exhaustion I had put myself through. He was going to leave sooner or later and I had to come back to my stable tracks.I stood up from the ground and walked with my wet blue hospital gown and severely pink aching cheeks with dried tears. I tried so many times to keep him just like my mom but he left. He didn't want anything to do with me in the first place and I was slowly starting to embrace it."We were looking everywhere for you," the nurse grabbed my arm when she saw me at the front of the men's bathroom. "Come with me, darling." This time I didn't rebel, I complied. Like the goody-two-shoes I was.
"What the fuck?" I yelled, grabbing my dad away from the prostitute, who was half naked and now on the floor, "you need to wake the fuck up, you just came out of the hospital, you bastard excuse of a father." I spat out at his angry face, I didn't care, I had reached the limit where I was immune to dad.The living room's stench was unbearable and I had to get out of there before I lashed on dad again.I pushed him as the stripper dressed up and ran away from the crazy household. He didn't say anything, he was too furious to so I left him.I let go of that flashback about what happened before catching the man that had Evangeline and wanted to trade her for slavery. Mr. Yeman was a vile man of no morals, I knew him when I was a part of his gang, he disgustingly
It was time. I wiped my hands on the rich navy long dress I wore in anticipation. I had done a lot of these shows before but none of them meant something like the bigger inside of me. This was my chance to show the Julliard executives that I was worth it.Mom, I hope you're watching this.This is for you.The sound of the audience rushing in to get to their seats made my heart beat faster and my hands sweaty. I closed my emerald eyes and prayed for success, prayed that I don't mess this up.The white stage lights illuminated the stage like a circus show and the audience stopped making noises of approval, the red curtain that was in front of me opened, the grand piano that was my friend in all my times of need placed
The pure rush of the air blasted against my cold pale skin as I drove the red burrowed motorcycle to where she was going, I just had to make sure she got there safely with no trouble.You're not forced to do that.I dismissed my jumbled thoughts and concentrated on the road ahead. It would have been mighty fine if mom was with me, laughing as the wind sweeps her hair out of her face and her precious blue eyes look up at the sky. I could only hope she comes back again.Her friend's silver-colored Jeep stopped in front of a big mansion that had blasting music and neon lights out of the window, they got outside and my eyes stuck to Evangeline's back as she walked with her friend.I left the motorcycle a bit far off from her friend's car
The toned arms of his strong sculptured body glowed under the bathroom light and his amber eyes lightened up when he found mine, the scars, and bruises on his chest were a Leonardo Da Vinci masterpiece, my pale hands contrasted against the cold skin of his body as it went to the outlines of his abs to his arms as he closed his eyes like he was being hypnotized just like I was.I couldn't get enough of him when he opened his eyes again, I stopped and my body was against his as my dried tear stained eyes found him again. We were both in a fatal trance, never letting go of the attraction that would ruin us forever. It didn't matter anymore. I heard the imaginary rip of his caution tapes off as his eyes hungrily took in my face as if he was trying to save a mental picture of me.He neared me, ever so carefully, and his pink patched lips clo
The interrupted conflicts that have been going on through my head like a heavy tantrum started to calm down as the night's calm reached our state. I was more than just lost, I wanted this as much as Evangeline wanted this too. I couldn't just drag her from her perfect life to this."Mommy, I met a girl in the club!" I frowned when I told my mom, "she was mean to me!""Honey, that means she likes you." she smiled down at me the moment she responded."just the way daddy likes you?" I giggled at her as I said that and she ruffled my golden curls."Yes," she whispered with sad eyes.The problem was in me, I had been involved in too much shi