Misfortune of the Best Kind.
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Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,841
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Part 5
Part 5
How easily someone can come to despise themselves. She was fine yesterday, she believes she was. But today everything was different.
What could have happened in such a short time?
Nothing….well, not nothing. Christine was back, but she was different. So different. Anna could still remember her when she used to wear white dresses and pull on Anna’s shirt, urging her to join in their next “adventure.” But she was no longer a little girl and neither was Anna. They were adults.
Adults? Anna can’t help but laugh at that word. Adult’s are villains, while children the heroes. Adults never save, they simply use till they cannot use any longer and leave. Children save.
Anna did not want to be an adult.
****
Glass was shattering everywhere.
“Anna, now really. Is that anyway for a young lady to behave?”
Anna is 7, and in a pink dress her mother insists she wear. Her soles hurt. Something is digging into them. She looks down and there is blood. There is glass everywhere.
“I sometimes don’t know what to do with you, Anna.” Her mother sighs. There is restrained anger in her voice. She always seems to be angry, Anna thinks.
Her blonde hair shines in the sunlight. Her mother is beautiful. People always ask why Anna doesn’t have blonde hair like her parents do. Her father always jokes that when she was just a baby she was blonde like himseld and her mother, but he had been carrying her around the old coal mine - to show her where her great-great grandfather used to work - and just as they enter the mine, her father had dropped her. Of course, as all fairytale stories go, she was not hurt, but she was covered from head to toe in soot. Her father raced her home. Washed and dried her, but the soot would refuse to come out of her hair. No matter how many times he bathed her, her hair remained brown. “So really. It was all my fault.” He would laugh and kiss Anna’s nose and she would laugh and hold her hands out to him.
“Anna.” Her mother calls and Anna jerks out of the memory.
“Why do you continue doing this? I am on my last nerve here. Anna don’t look away from me when I’m talking to you.” Mother’s voice is angry and she has her hands on her hips which is never good.
“I didn’t do it.” Anna mumbles as she clutches at her dress trying not to cry at her mother’s angry tone.
“Anna…” Her mother is interrupted as her father walks in. Her father is very handsome, or so she is told; her parents are a perfect couple. Her mother loves to show all of her friends the handsome, rich man she could get while they were stuck with the local village “idiots“ as her mother would call them. Her mother was not very nice to her friends, Anna realized very soon.
“What’s all of this screeching?” Her father asks in a calm voice.
“Your daughter broke all of the glass again.” Her mother fumes as she points at an accusing finger at Anna.
Anna looks down, her chin quivering from suppressed sobs. She tries hard not to make her mom angry, but she is always making her angry.
“Anna did you do this?” Her father walks up to her, picks her off the floor and sets her on the counter. He is gentle and looks her deeply in the eyes. His love for her shines through to her.
“No, I didn’t.” She says as she looks at him. Her father smiles at her, turns to her mother and says, “I’m sure it was an accident, there is no reason to get so worked up over such a small thing.”
“Fine, both of you can take care of this mess now.” Having said that she storms out of the kitchen. When she is gone, her father looks down at Anna with heavy-lidded eyes.
“I could only put up with that for you.” he murmurs to her. Anna looks at him questioningly.
“Put up with what?” She asks puzzled. Her father smiles that calm smile of his and carries her to the sink. Gently he sits her down on the counter and puts her feet in the sink.
“Do I have to watch your every step, Anna? Hmmm, is that the only way I can keep you from stepping into quicksand? From losing you?” He whispers in her ear making her giggle.
“Stop, that tickles.” Anna laughs at her father. She looks up and sees her father’s and her own reflection in the window. Her father presses his cheek to her own and looks at her in the window.
“You are the most beautiful thing in the world, do you know that Anna?” Asks her father.
“No I’m not.” Anna says making a face.
“Yes you are.” Her father chuckles. “And you will make some man very happy.”
“Why would I do that?” Anna asks truly puzzled.
“Because you will marry him and make the most perfect wife.” Her father answers.
“I can’t make some ‘man’ happy, Daddy.” Anna says appalled.
“Then who will you marry?” Her father asks.
“Christine, of course.” Anna answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“Would you marry me?” A darker voice asks. Anna looks up and sees Gabriel gazing down at her. “Well, would you?”
“Where is my daddy?” Anna asks cautiously. She knows he is something bad, something made of nightmares, and she is trying very hard not to make him angry. She trying to plat a game she doesn't understand.
“Now, Anna…be a good girl and answer my question.” Gabriel says grasping her chin and turning her head so she was looking up at him. “Would you marry me?” Her cheeks are all smoothness and plumpness of youth.
“I have to marry Christine.” Anna responds desperately. She has to make him understand, so that he isn't angry, so that he doesn't hurt her because she knows he will.
Gabrielle smirks and roughly pushes his mouth onto hers. He kisses her mercilessly, pushing his tongue into her small mouth. She isn't sure if he's happy or not.
****
Her coffee cup lays shattered on the floor. What was she about to do?
She heared the bell of the door ring and turned around to finds Christen and Gabrielle smiling at the door. She is confused. Her cheeks still feel the ghost of someone's fingers. She feels like a child. She numbly traces her hand over her cheeks and looks at Gabriel. He knows something she doesn't.
Note from Author
I know I'm overdoing the dreamscape crap, but I'll get back to the story.... hopefully.
I would also like to thank my only fan for leaving her/his suggestions and comments, I really appreciate them. I'll try my best to show the close relationship between Anna and Christine, but I'm not sure how at the moment.
I'm sorry, but I'm a little giddy. I actually have a fan... or critic, but fan sounds so much nicer doesn't it? ;) Thanks Ana and see you next chapter.
How easily someone can come to despise themselves. She was fine yesterday, she believes she was. But today everything was different.
What could have happened in such a short time?
Nothing….well, not nothing. Christine was back, but she was different. So different. Anna could still remember her when she used to wear white dresses and pull on Anna’s shirt, urging her to join in their next “adventure.” But she was no longer a little girl and neither was Anna. They were adults.
Adults? Anna can’t help but laugh at that word. Adult’s are villains, while children the heroes. Adults never save, they simply use till they cannot use any longer and leave. Children save.
Anna did not want to be an adult.
****
Glass was shattering everywhere.
“Anna, now really. Is that anyway for a young lady to behave?”
Anna is 7, and in a pink dress her mother insists she wear. Her soles hurt. Something is digging into them. She looks down and there is blood. There is glass everywhere.
“I sometimes don’t know what to do with you, Anna.” Her mother sighs. There is restrained anger in her voice. She always seems to be angry, Anna thinks.
Her blonde hair shines in the sunlight. Her mother is beautiful. People always ask why Anna doesn’t have blonde hair like her parents do. Her father always jokes that when she was just a baby she was blonde like himseld and her mother, but he had been carrying her around the old coal mine - to show her where her great-great grandfather used to work - and just as they enter the mine, her father had dropped her. Of course, as all fairytale stories go, she was not hurt, but she was covered from head to toe in soot. Her father raced her home. Washed and dried her, but the soot would refuse to come out of her hair. No matter how many times he bathed her, her hair remained brown. “So really. It was all my fault.” He would laugh and kiss Anna’s nose and she would laugh and hold her hands out to him.
“Anna.” Her mother calls and Anna jerks out of the memory.
“Why do you continue doing this? I am on my last nerve here. Anna don’t look away from me when I’m talking to you.” Mother’s voice is angry and she has her hands on her hips which is never good.
“I didn’t do it.” Anna mumbles as she clutches at her dress trying not to cry at her mother’s angry tone.
“Anna…” Her mother is interrupted as her father walks in. Her father is very handsome, or so she is told; her parents are a perfect couple. Her mother loves to show all of her friends the handsome, rich man she could get while they were stuck with the local village “idiots“ as her mother would call them. Her mother was not very nice to her friends, Anna realized very soon.
“What’s all of this screeching?” Her father asks in a calm voice.
“Your daughter broke all of the glass again.” Her mother fumes as she points at an accusing finger at Anna.
Anna looks down, her chin quivering from suppressed sobs. She tries hard not to make her mom angry, but she is always making her angry.
“Anna did you do this?” Her father walks up to her, picks her off the floor and sets her on the counter. He is gentle and looks her deeply in the eyes. His love for her shines through to her.
“No, I didn’t.” She says as she looks at him. Her father smiles at her, turns to her mother and says, “I’m sure it was an accident, there is no reason to get so worked up over such a small thing.”
“Fine, both of you can take care of this mess now.” Having said that she storms out of the kitchen. When she is gone, her father looks down at Anna with heavy-lidded eyes.
“I could only put up with that for you.” he murmurs to her. Anna looks at him questioningly.
“Put up with what?” She asks puzzled. Her father smiles that calm smile of his and carries her to the sink. Gently he sits her down on the counter and puts her feet in the sink.
“Do I have to watch your every step, Anna? Hmmm, is that the only way I can keep you from stepping into quicksand? From losing you?” He whispers in her ear making her giggle.
“Stop, that tickles.” Anna laughs at her father. She looks up and sees her father’s and her own reflection in the window. Her father presses his cheek to her own and looks at her in the window.
“You are the most beautiful thing in the world, do you know that Anna?” Asks her father.
“No I’m not.” Anna says making a face.
“Yes you are.” Her father chuckles. “And you will make some man very happy.”
“Why would I do that?” Anna asks truly puzzled.
“Because you will marry him and make the most perfect wife.” Her father answers.
“I can’t make some ‘man’ happy, Daddy.” Anna says appalled.
“Then who will you marry?” Her father asks.
“Christine, of course.” Anna answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“Would you marry me?” A darker voice asks. Anna looks up and sees Gabriel gazing down at her. “Well, would you?”
“Where is my daddy?” Anna asks cautiously. She knows he is something bad, something made of nightmares, and she is trying very hard not to make him angry. She trying to plat a game she doesn't understand.
“Now, Anna…be a good girl and answer my question.” Gabriel says grasping her chin and turning her head so she was looking up at him. “Would you marry me?” Her cheeks are all smoothness and plumpness of youth.
“I have to marry Christine.” Anna responds desperately. She has to make him understand, so that he isn't angry, so that he doesn't hurt her because she knows he will.
Gabrielle smirks and roughly pushes his mouth onto hers. He kisses her mercilessly, pushing his tongue into her small mouth. She isn't sure if he's happy or not.
****
Her coffee cup lays shattered on the floor. What was she about to do?
She heared the bell of the door ring and turned around to finds Christen and Gabrielle smiling at the door. She is confused. Her cheeks still feel the ghost of someone's fingers. She feels like a child. She numbly traces her hand over her cheeks and looks at Gabriel. He knows something she doesn't.
Note from Author
I know I'm overdoing the dreamscape crap, but I'll get back to the story.... hopefully.
I would also like to thank my only fan for leaving her/his suggestions and comments, I really appreciate them. I'll try my best to show the close relationship between Anna and Christine, but I'm not sure how at the moment.
I'm sorry, but I'm a little giddy. I actually have a fan... or critic, but fan sounds so much nicer doesn't it? ;) Thanks Ana and see you next chapter.