Roses are Red (standard:horror, 2229 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: Welis	Added: Nov 22 2004	Views/Reads: 2742/1937	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Chapter 2 - 3

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“It's a surprise that I know and you'll later find out.  Go ahead and
turn on the television, make yourself at home.” He smiled and walked 
away to prepare dinner. 

When she turned I on she was happy to see that he had satellite.  It
meant that him having a hundred plus channels, he liked variety. 

Finally, dinner was ready, and the food was delicious! They had past,
garlic bread, white wine, and for desert they had  chocolate mousse . 
When  they were through eating it was only  10:00, so they decided to 
go sit in the living-room and they could talk. "So, who are your 
parents?”  John asked while glancing at the television set, which was 
on King of the Hill. 

There was a short quiet pause.  “Well, they died a while back.  When I
was fifteen, my father was caught in an unfortunate house fire.  It was 
kind of sudden and I wasn't really prepared for it.”  Which was the 
truth, she thought to herself.  John looked at her with a sympathetic 
expression.  “But, I‘m over it now.  I have had a rough childhood and 
it didn't hurt for him to be gone.  My mom died two years ago of lung 
cancer.  She had been a heavy smoker already, and it really got bad 
when my father... died.  Many things had happened that were never spoke 
of.”  She kind of just sat there, staring at the TV screen with an 
unreadable expression. 

“I'm sorry Sarah.  I ... my mother died when I was fifteen, and the same
with my father.  Much of my childhood was taken from me when my mother 
died.  She was taken from me.  My father had beaten her literally to 
death.  All the while he was cheating on her.” 

“Oh, John.” She said as she laid her hand on his, in a comforting
gesture. 

“I never really thought about the fighting.  I thought, you know since I
was so young, that all families fought.  But, I knew they fought more 
than others.  I was just so young and näive that I never told anyone 
and I tried to not let it affect me as I matured.” 

“John... I'm so sorry.  I know there is probably nothing I can do or say
to make you feel better but...” she stammered, choking back the tears 
of her emotion. 

“But Sarah, you have made me feel better.  You are the only person I've
ever been able to share my feelings with.  The only person who has a 
little bit of an idea and I love you for that.  I've gotten to know you 
faster in a week than any other person in the world, and I'm in love 
with you.  I love you.” 

Sarah was sitting next to a man ho she had barely known a week and she
had feelings toward him that she never thought she would ever have.  
She knew she was in love and she was scared.  She had a past and was 
scared of it too and didn't want anyone to know of it, but she loved 
him and wanted him to know.  I love you she screamed in her mind.  She 
stared crying and hated herself because she knew it made her look like 
such a drama queen but she was just so damn emotional. 

John was looking at the beautiful woman next to him with more admiration
than ever.  He couldn't believe he had told her his feelings like that. 
 No other person had made his feelings surface that way and it 
contributed to his feelings toward her.  Tears were welling up in his 
eyes now.  A week is a very short time, but every time he is with her, 
time isn't relevant anymore.  He need not worry what he has to do at 
work tomorrow, the people he has to kiss up to every day, the stress of 
making everyone happy when he is with Sarah.  He knew he loved her and 
now she knew.  He felt kind of awkward sitting in the presence of a 
person he had confessed so many feelings to .  How could he love 
someone so much that he knew so little about? 

“I love you too.” she managed to get out as she cried.  All the tears
she had ever had, poured out as she fell into his strong embrace and 
for the first time ever, to anyone, she wanted to tell him everything.  
Everything she had pinned up inside, everything she had been holding 
back for five years, which felt like an eternity.  No one has ever made 
her feel this way at all and she partially hated it and liked it all at 
once. 

John sat holding the woman he deeply loved in his arms stroking her soft
hair.  Oh, God, please forgive me.  My past has been much too wrong.  
How could you have given me her?  I don't deserve her.  Silent tears 
started to slowly make their way down his deeply tanned face and onto 
Sarah's beautiful brunette hair.  They stayed there on his couch for a 
good while.  He loved the feeling of her right there with him.  The 
feeling of having a woman who could somewhat understand his deep 
secrets.  Never has he ever felt this way about someone and hoped he 
never would again.  He wanted to stay there forever, with her. 

Sarah nearly fell asleep in his large, protective arms as she slowed her
flowing tears to a soft sob.  She knew she probably looked terrible 
with smudged mascara and liner running everywhere, but it didn't matter 
now.  She knew he was a very special person and she didn't want to ever 
let him go.  She knew she wanted to stay with him until the world 
stopped turning and they were the very last people left alive.  She 
looked up at him and he stared at her and they were locked in each 
others gaze for what seemed like hours.  He bent to kiss her and it was 
miraculous.  Never would he love someone like this, ever. 

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

The next morning Sarah awoke at dawn as the sun came in through the blue
curtains in the east set window and looked over, across the bed at the 
man she had shared so much more with than anyone in her entire life.  
She quietly got up and got dressed.  She hoped when he woke that he 
wouldn't get the wrong idea.  She needed desperately to go home and get 
ready to go to work.  She went over to him and kissed him on the 
forehead and left without making so much as a whisper. 

Chapter 3 

My secrets, they were only my secrets and no one else's.  I had always
tried to put them in the darkest corner of my mind, hoping light would 
never hit them.  No matter how much I tried to forget, I just couldn't. 
It was just so hard to forget and to never remember. 

As a child, I grew up with my stepfather never treating me quiet like a
daughter.  I was always treated as though I was just someone he had to 
take care of.  Treated like a Barbie doll that he controlled.  Things 
that happened as a child stayed in my mind.  They stayed there when I 
moved up to middle school, stayed with me through Jr. High, and were 
there every step of the way through High School.  I sometimes wondered 
if things would have been different if I had opened my mouth, if maybe 
I had told even just one person, lives would have been spared.  Every 
time a guy touched me, every time one tried to get me to like him, I 
saw my father.  He was in every male face I saw. 

I would sometimes cry myself to sleep at night when I felt so inferior
and small.  He would make me feel like I was a complete nothing.  He 
was always bringing me down.  I would go to sleep thinking about the 
many ways he could die, then want to die myself for thinking that about 
the person who kept the family together.  If only the family knew what 
he was really like.  Once, he pushed me too far. 

I was sixteen, he was asleep in bed and I was in my room staring at the
blank walls, thinking about what I was going to do.  I got up and went 
to his gun cabinet.  He kept the key on his keyring, which he kept on 
the counter in the kitchen.  I took out the pistol and loaded it with 
one shot, meant for only one purpose.  I sat on my bed and put the gun 
to my head.  I knew that if I didn't point the gun right at my temple, 
the possibility increased that I would survive, and that couldn't 
happen.  I didn't cry, but I was thinking.  Why am I going to do this?  
He is the one who deserves it.  He is the one that has permanently 
scarred me for life.  The one that I can't get out of my mind.  The 
only one in the world that I truly hate.  I stood up and looked at 
myself in the mirror.  I looked much older than I actually was.  Stress 
had taken its toll on my young face.  The stress of doing well, and the 
stress of not being able to do what needed to be done. 

I walked into his bedroom, pistol in hand.  I raised the gun and pointed
it at him, aiming between the two eyes that I despised more than 
anything in the world.  This seemed more right.  His life is worthless. 
 I couldn't let any of this go on, it has to end here and now.  I 
smiled.  “Yippee Kai Yay, motherfucker.”  I recited my favorite line 
from one of my favorite movies.  I pulled the trigger.  He didn't even 
know it had happened.  He didn't make a noise and the only movement was 
from the momentum of the bullet.  I put the gun in his hand and picked 
up his lighter that was lying next to his cigarettes.  I flicked the 
lighter and stared at it for a brief moment.  It felt as if a giant 
anvil that had been strapped on my back for over fourteen years had 
been lifted.  I dropped it on the mattress and walked outside to a 
neighbor's house, which was a ways down the road, to call the Fire 
station. 

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