He sighed wearily, upon glancing at the seemingly comatose woman. She always got like this when she spoke to Mother Dearest. Ha. Their mother was a selfish, alcoholic. What good is she? Yet poor Emma still gave her chances.
Interrupting his inner monologue, she sat up abruptly “That's it! I'm done with her. Mother can go straight to hell. I'm through with her manipulation-and cruel words. “ She scrunched her eyes, struggling not to cry. Then, gathered her strength. “I'm through.” She said with finality.
I saw her sad eyes, determined not to shed tears-not this times; and engulfed my sister in a hug.
She's so compassionate, and sometimes she forgets that she's strong.
“I love you sis.” I told her.
She gasped for breath, what she does before a panic attack-you can blame Mother Dearest for that condition too.
But, she surprised me by controlling it.
Simply whispering, “I love you too.”
Monday, April 30, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Hopes up
“Don’t get your hopes up, darling.” He told her.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t expect anything. It’s just sex.”
He looked at her in shock; that was his line. Usually, the women cried, begging him to stay at this point.
Grabbing her dress on the floor, she quickly got dressed.
“Oh,” she turned around to address him. “I will call you, if I want more. “
She closed the door behind her.
What did I get myself into?
A few weeks later, she called him at 10 pm. He was supposed to meet her at a coffee shop near her apartment.
When he arrived, she was gingerly drinking a cup of Joe, and texting on her phone. She looked up when he sat down.
“You came.” She said simply.
“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be sitting down.” He snipped. There was something about her that made him ill at ease.
Not at all bother by this, she quirked an eyebrow and said nothing. She went back to texting.
He coughed, not liking being ignored.
This wasn’t how women reacted to him.
He found it enchanting, as well as frustrating.
“Tom, we are going to a party.”
Standing up, he saw that she was dressed in a tight purple sweater dress and leggings.
She was a confident woman that knew she looked good-and used it to her advantage.
Taking her hand, an impulse he didn’t regret, he followed her into the night.
10:40 pm
“What is your name, by the way? I don’t think I ever caught that.” He asked her. They were walking downtown, the street lights illuminating their shadows.
“You never asked. And it’s Christina. Christina Watson. “She grabbed his hand, steering him to a back alley. “Shortcut. “She explained sheepishly.
He stared at their hands, but didn’t say anything.
10:55
A guy with a well-kept beard, and a pin-striped suit showed them into a fancy apartment, leading down the way to the basement.
“My name is Charles, by the way. My boyfriend, Colin, is throwing this party. “The bearded man told them.
“I know Colin, we went to NYU together.” Christina smiled fondly, caught in the memories.
“Awe, Christina. He told me a lot about you. You’re a writer for teen vogue, right?” Charles asked.
“Yes, I fill easily influenced teenagers minds with clothes they can’t afford, and try to slip politics in. It usually works because the editors are dingbats.”
I’m assuming, who must be Colin, shouted “CHRISTINA! Up to your same insulting authority ways?” He laughed heartily and kissed her on the cheek.
Yes, definitely Colin. He thought.
When they reached the basement, they were assaulted by gay men- all of whom seemed to know Christina. It’s like this girl found solace in Gay Men.
It was no matter, he found himself laughing all the same; smiling she threw her head back in laughter. She was so carefree with her glee, unlike his usual dates that covered their laughs, and contained their amusement to seem girly.
He was happy for the moment, and thought of future moments with her.
Then, as all things, it came to an end when her ex-boyfriend came.
I’m handsome, as I have been told by many.
But, her ex-boyfriend? I was starting to doubt my own attractiveness.
He swept in, with all his French glory, his sweet whispers and all I saw was red.
It’s silly of me, to be so jealous when I hardly knew her.
I was satisfied when she slapped him. No one noticed it, everyone was getting drunk,
But, I did, and like a knight, I saved her.
12:33 am
“I don’t know why he came. He wasn’t even invited.” Christina looked likely to scream, but took angry breaths.
I held her hand. We were walking back to the coffee shop, which apparently was 24 hours and served “divine pancakes.”
She looked at me, long and hard.
For some reason, all I wanted was her looks, her staring at me forever.
I kissed her.
The stars were above us, and I was on the clouds.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t expect anything. It’s just sex.”
He looked at her in shock; that was his line. Usually, the women cried, begging him to stay at this point.
Grabbing her dress on the floor, she quickly got dressed.
“Oh,” she turned around to address him. “I will call you, if I want more. “
She closed the door behind her.
What did I get myself into?
A few weeks later, she called him at 10 pm. He was supposed to meet her at a coffee shop near her apartment.
When he arrived, she was gingerly drinking a cup of Joe, and texting on her phone. She looked up when he sat down.
“You came.” She said simply.
“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be sitting down.” He snipped. There was something about her that made him ill at ease.
Not at all bother by this, she quirked an eyebrow and said nothing. She went back to texting.
He coughed, not liking being ignored.
This wasn’t how women reacted to him.
He found it enchanting, as well as frustrating.
“Tom, we are going to a party.”
Standing up, he saw that she was dressed in a tight purple sweater dress and leggings.
She was a confident woman that knew she looked good-and used it to her advantage.
Taking her hand, an impulse he didn’t regret, he followed her into the night.
10:40 pm
“What is your name, by the way? I don’t think I ever caught that.” He asked her. They were walking downtown, the street lights illuminating their shadows.
“You never asked. And it’s Christina. Christina Watson. “She grabbed his hand, steering him to a back alley. “Shortcut. “She explained sheepishly.
He stared at their hands, but didn’t say anything.
10:55
A guy with a well-kept beard, and a pin-striped suit showed them into a fancy apartment, leading down the way to the basement.
“My name is Charles, by the way. My boyfriend, Colin, is throwing this party. “The bearded man told them.
“I know Colin, we went to NYU together.” Christina smiled fondly, caught in the memories.
“Awe, Christina. He told me a lot about you. You’re a writer for teen vogue, right?” Charles asked.
“Yes, I fill easily influenced teenagers minds with clothes they can’t afford, and try to slip politics in. It usually works because the editors are dingbats.”
I’m assuming, who must be Colin, shouted “CHRISTINA! Up to your same insulting authority ways?” He laughed heartily and kissed her on the cheek.
Yes, definitely Colin. He thought.
When they reached the basement, they were assaulted by gay men- all of whom seemed to know Christina. It’s like this girl found solace in Gay Men.
It was no matter, he found himself laughing all the same; smiling she threw her head back in laughter. She was so carefree with her glee, unlike his usual dates that covered their laughs, and contained their amusement to seem girly.
He was happy for the moment, and thought of future moments with her.
Then, as all things, it came to an end when her ex-boyfriend came.
I’m handsome, as I have been told by many.
But, her ex-boyfriend? I was starting to doubt my own attractiveness.
He swept in, with all his French glory, his sweet whispers and all I saw was red.
It’s silly of me, to be so jealous when I hardly knew her.
I was satisfied when she slapped him. No one noticed it, everyone was getting drunk,
But, I did, and like a knight, I saved her.
12:33 am
“I don’t know why he came. He wasn’t even invited.” Christina looked likely to scream, but took angry breaths.
I held her hand. We were walking back to the coffee shop, which apparently was 24 hours and served “divine pancakes.”
She looked at me, long and hard.
For some reason, all I wanted was her looks, her staring at me forever.
I kissed her.
The stars were above us, and I was on the clouds.
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