Heartless prick with puppy dog eyes
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Category:
Romance › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,441
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This story is fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters and story belong to me, please don't copy without concent.
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Littlemiss- I saw ur review n thought I reviewed my own story without realising haha then I noticed the missin gg :D you have a similar Chris in your life?! :O
RamenS- aww, thank u for the pep talk. I\'m glad your liking the story, lack of reviews is sometimes disheartning and slackens your motivation to write, coz u think, well if it\'s not liked what\'s the point? But like I said, I will carry on with it, it\'s my first baby, and I\'ve got plans for the story. The plot gets more intricate everytime I sit down to do a chapter. I know I\'m not pumping updates as fast as you\'d like, and unlike a good artist, I\'m totally blaming my equipment :D and a full time job and a hectic life. Pls bear with me.
Eatmorefish- I can\'t tell you how much I look forward to ur review, u never fail me, I\'m glad I could get u intrested in het stories, I\'m just kinda writing what I\'d like to read, if that makes sense. Thanks for being lovely :)
teejayden- I\'m not abandoning it :O I couldn\'t, plot n twists are always in my head, so it\'s either I write them or become a schizophrenic and have internal conversations about what\'s gonna happen next :/
Thatsjustit- (wipes wet face whilst simultaneously cackeling hehe) I know I know, this chapter won\'t be much good for you either... On a side note, u should tell me u know; I won\'t use it against u, I\'m a trustworthy soul (image of me with a halo).
Your: ruth should get with tony comment made me laugh really loudly on the bus. People thought I was demented, so thanks for that ;)
Autumnwind- anytime :) my bad day at work consisted of a really bad on call shift where the fone just wouldn\'t stop ringing!! So yeh, bad on call = bad mood = bad twist to an essentially straight forward story lol
thanks for ur reviews guys xx
(by my standards this is a quickish update wouldn\'t u say? I\'m still suckin up for last time :D)
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chapter 7
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I can’t open my car. The keys just wont fucking go in! I try again, only to feel Chris wrap his hands around mine, steadying the shaking I didn’t realise was there. I yank my hands away; I have no time for this shit, and try again. He reaches again, taking the keys away from me.
“I’m driving.” He states, opening the door on the first try. I’m not gonna argue, I hate driving, and he’ll probably get us there without an accident. I cant have an accident; who’ll look after my mom if something happens to me? No, he can drive.
“Mel...” he starts.
“Drive.” I tell him.
“Mel, “
“Chris, drive or get the fuck outta my car and I’ll drive. I don’t have time for this crap, my mom NEEDS ME!!” I shout, tears streaming down my face, fear gripping my heart. Why is he doing this to me?
With that he drives off. I look resolutely out of the window, not wanting him to see the tears that won’t stop flowing.
She’s fine. Of course she’s fine. She’s fine.
Oh God, what if she’s not? I choke back on a sob and hear Chris release an anxious sigh.
“Mel.”
“No.” I say choking on another sob. Nothing is wrong. I don’t care what he said, it could mean something else. He got it wrong. Miscommunication. Happens all the time. I just need to go home. I’ll find my mother there, and we’ll both laugh at his stupidity. Stupid Chris. Stupid, stupid Chris. Just need to get home.
At which point I notice that he’s not driving to my house.
“That’s not the way. Where are you going? I need to get HOME! Why are you doing this? You got it wrong ok? It’s fine though, I just need to go home, just take me home, please take me home.” I say sobbing. He does a sharp manoeuvre and suddenly we’re not on the road anymore. He gathers me in his arms, and I’m beyond fighting. I’m so scared.
He rocks me in his arms, making humming noises that vibrate through his chest and through me, lulling me a bit and calming my hysteria. When the sobs subside, and I try to widraw, he holds me firmly against his chest.
“Your moms not home. I’m taking you to the hospital. Mums there too, so is your dad.”
“My dad? What’s he doing at the hospital?” I pull back from him and ask confused.
My parents were separated. That’s how my mom got the stroke in the first place. He was having an affair, she found out, kicked him out of the house, and had a stroke. He tried to mend things, to get back together with her, but she never forgave him. It was beyond the affair after that. To her, he was the reason she was now an invalid. Her words not mine.
I was caught in the middle. The story of my life.
“They are still married; they had to call him… Let me get you to the hospital.” He says and shifts gears to go back on the road, giving me sideway glances now and then.
The fact that he didn’t bring up what actually happened to mum again, doesn’t escape me.
***
What greets me in the hospital makes my mantra of ‘every things fine’ vanish.
Ange is sobbing in her husbands arms. My dad is in a corner talking to a police man, his eyes red. Tina, the lady that stays with mom when I’m at school is in another corner with another police officer.
Why are the police here?
When they see me, they all approach me from their different occupied corners. I start to tremble, wanting to bolt, but feel Chris’ hands tightening on mine, willing me to calm down.
“I’m so sorry Mel.” Says Tina. “I only went out for an hour, I swear, it was just an hour.” She sobs.
“Miss Bartlett, can I have a word?” This from one of the police officers.
“No, I need to speak to her first. Mel…” This from my dad.
“Oh God Mel…” This from a sobbing Ange.
She’s gone.
It hits me like a slap in the face.
***
Suicide.
I cant remember who told me. Whether it was my dad or if the police man beat him to it, or even if Ange or Tina sobbed it out.
All I heard was suicide.
And then I collapsed.
***
My dearest sweetheart Melanie;
I love you more than words could ever say. More than I could show.
I love you so much that I can’t do this to you anymore.
When you were a little girl you wanted to be a doctor in Africa, an astronaut, a field scientist. You wanted to climb mountains.
Back then it amused me all the careers you went through in just a day. One thing always remained fixed though, regardless of the career choice; you wanted to be anything that would have you explore the world...
It wasn’t just the world that you wanted to explore though. Everything was fascinating to you, and God knows you’d nearly given me a few heart attacks trying to find you when you were supposed to be in the back garden with Chris and you’d just vanish! My favourite excuse was the ‘ghost hunting’ in the park. I couldn’t keep a straight face while shouting at you... it still makes me smile. My daughter the explorer.
I could never keep you in the house.
I never thought I’d be the one to ruin all yours dreams.
I often feel guilty about this but I always thought, she’ll grow up and get a reality check this dreamy daughter of mine. She’ll soon realise she can’t climb mountains on the moon; but God how I wanted it all for you. I wanted you to be a doctor in Africa, that was my favourite by the way. I’d already picked out the spot I was going to hang your graduation certificate and photos you know...
Never did I think that id be your reality check.
Never thought I’d cage the girl that was born to be free. Never thought that instead of exploring the world you resigned yourself to the back yard.
Sometimes I’d watch you from the window sitting on that log...
Back then I’d shout at you to not stray from our little world; today I hate myself for giving you no choice but to stay.
Its not too late. You can be all you wanted to be. I know you don’t think your smart enough, but truth is with all the responsibilities at home, you never prioritised your school work. Despite that, you still pass all your exams. So you ARE smart. Just work for it a bit more and you’ll ace everything.
I’m so, so proud of you. Your kind, beautiful, and generous and I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. I feel blessed. You’ve grown up faster than you should have and it’s something I can never give back to you, no matter how much I want to.
You’ve given me so much, but taking anymore would just be greedy.
Go live. And love. And be the incredible person you are. I’m jealous of all the people whose lives you’ll touch, but hope they’ll be able to give you more happiness than I ever could.
I’ll always be here. All around you... just with less baggage :)
You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t have done anything more. You were perfect.
I love you.
PS: The living room above the TV. I wanted your certificate there. Anyone who walked in would see them. I even bought the frames...they’re in the attick, under my wedding dress.
Live.
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tbc
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reviews = luv
RamenS- aww, thank u for the pep talk. I\'m glad your liking the story, lack of reviews is sometimes disheartning and slackens your motivation to write, coz u think, well if it\'s not liked what\'s the point? But like I said, I will carry on with it, it\'s my first baby, and I\'ve got plans for the story. The plot gets more intricate everytime I sit down to do a chapter. I know I\'m not pumping updates as fast as you\'d like, and unlike a good artist, I\'m totally blaming my equipment :D and a full time job and a hectic life. Pls bear with me.
Eatmorefish- I can\'t tell you how much I look forward to ur review, u never fail me, I\'m glad I could get u intrested in het stories, I\'m just kinda writing what I\'d like to read, if that makes sense. Thanks for being lovely :)
teejayden- I\'m not abandoning it :O I couldn\'t, plot n twists are always in my head, so it\'s either I write them or become a schizophrenic and have internal conversations about what\'s gonna happen next :/
Thatsjustit- (wipes wet face whilst simultaneously cackeling hehe) I know I know, this chapter won\'t be much good for you either... On a side note, u should tell me u know; I won\'t use it against u, I\'m a trustworthy soul (image of me with a halo).
Your: ruth should get with tony comment made me laugh really loudly on the bus. People thought I was demented, so thanks for that ;)
Autumnwind- anytime :) my bad day at work consisted of a really bad on call shift where the fone just wouldn\'t stop ringing!! So yeh, bad on call = bad mood = bad twist to an essentially straight forward story lol
thanks for ur reviews guys xx
(by my standards this is a quickish update wouldn\'t u say? I\'m still suckin up for last time :D)
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chapter 7
***
I can’t open my car. The keys just wont fucking go in! I try again, only to feel Chris wrap his hands around mine, steadying the shaking I didn’t realise was there. I yank my hands away; I have no time for this shit, and try again. He reaches again, taking the keys away from me.
“I’m driving.” He states, opening the door on the first try. I’m not gonna argue, I hate driving, and he’ll probably get us there without an accident. I cant have an accident; who’ll look after my mom if something happens to me? No, he can drive.
“Mel...” he starts.
“Drive.” I tell him.
“Mel, “
“Chris, drive or get the fuck outta my car and I’ll drive. I don’t have time for this crap, my mom NEEDS ME!!” I shout, tears streaming down my face, fear gripping my heart. Why is he doing this to me?
With that he drives off. I look resolutely out of the window, not wanting him to see the tears that won’t stop flowing.
She’s fine. Of course she’s fine. She’s fine.
Oh God, what if she’s not? I choke back on a sob and hear Chris release an anxious sigh.
“Mel.”
“No.” I say choking on another sob. Nothing is wrong. I don’t care what he said, it could mean something else. He got it wrong. Miscommunication. Happens all the time. I just need to go home. I’ll find my mother there, and we’ll both laugh at his stupidity. Stupid Chris. Stupid, stupid Chris. Just need to get home.
At which point I notice that he’s not driving to my house.
“That’s not the way. Where are you going? I need to get HOME! Why are you doing this? You got it wrong ok? It’s fine though, I just need to go home, just take me home, please take me home.” I say sobbing. He does a sharp manoeuvre and suddenly we’re not on the road anymore. He gathers me in his arms, and I’m beyond fighting. I’m so scared.
He rocks me in his arms, making humming noises that vibrate through his chest and through me, lulling me a bit and calming my hysteria. When the sobs subside, and I try to widraw, he holds me firmly against his chest.
“Your moms not home. I’m taking you to the hospital. Mums there too, so is your dad.”
“My dad? What’s he doing at the hospital?” I pull back from him and ask confused.
My parents were separated. That’s how my mom got the stroke in the first place. He was having an affair, she found out, kicked him out of the house, and had a stroke. He tried to mend things, to get back together with her, but she never forgave him. It was beyond the affair after that. To her, he was the reason she was now an invalid. Her words not mine.
I was caught in the middle. The story of my life.
“They are still married; they had to call him… Let me get you to the hospital.” He says and shifts gears to go back on the road, giving me sideway glances now and then.
The fact that he didn’t bring up what actually happened to mum again, doesn’t escape me.
***
What greets me in the hospital makes my mantra of ‘every things fine’ vanish.
Ange is sobbing in her husbands arms. My dad is in a corner talking to a police man, his eyes red. Tina, the lady that stays with mom when I’m at school is in another corner with another police officer.
Why are the police here?
When they see me, they all approach me from their different occupied corners. I start to tremble, wanting to bolt, but feel Chris’ hands tightening on mine, willing me to calm down.
“I’m so sorry Mel.” Says Tina. “I only went out for an hour, I swear, it was just an hour.” She sobs.
“Miss Bartlett, can I have a word?” This from one of the police officers.
“No, I need to speak to her first. Mel…” This from my dad.
“Oh God Mel…” This from a sobbing Ange.
She’s gone.
It hits me like a slap in the face.
***
Suicide.
I cant remember who told me. Whether it was my dad or if the police man beat him to it, or even if Ange or Tina sobbed it out.
All I heard was suicide.
And then I collapsed.
***
My dearest sweetheart Melanie;
I love you more than words could ever say. More than I could show.
I love you so much that I can’t do this to you anymore.
When you were a little girl you wanted to be a doctor in Africa, an astronaut, a field scientist. You wanted to climb mountains.
Back then it amused me all the careers you went through in just a day. One thing always remained fixed though, regardless of the career choice; you wanted to be anything that would have you explore the world...
It wasn’t just the world that you wanted to explore though. Everything was fascinating to you, and God knows you’d nearly given me a few heart attacks trying to find you when you were supposed to be in the back garden with Chris and you’d just vanish! My favourite excuse was the ‘ghost hunting’ in the park. I couldn’t keep a straight face while shouting at you... it still makes me smile. My daughter the explorer.
I could never keep you in the house.
I never thought I’d be the one to ruin all yours dreams.
I often feel guilty about this but I always thought, she’ll grow up and get a reality check this dreamy daughter of mine. She’ll soon realise she can’t climb mountains on the moon; but God how I wanted it all for you. I wanted you to be a doctor in Africa, that was my favourite by the way. I’d already picked out the spot I was going to hang your graduation certificate and photos you know...
Never did I think that id be your reality check.
Never thought I’d cage the girl that was born to be free. Never thought that instead of exploring the world you resigned yourself to the back yard.
Sometimes I’d watch you from the window sitting on that log...
Back then I’d shout at you to not stray from our little world; today I hate myself for giving you no choice but to stay.
Its not too late. You can be all you wanted to be. I know you don’t think your smart enough, but truth is with all the responsibilities at home, you never prioritised your school work. Despite that, you still pass all your exams. So you ARE smart. Just work for it a bit more and you’ll ace everything.
I’m so, so proud of you. Your kind, beautiful, and generous and I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. I feel blessed. You’ve grown up faster than you should have and it’s something I can never give back to you, no matter how much I want to.
You’ve given me so much, but taking anymore would just be greedy.
Go live. And love. And be the incredible person you are. I’m jealous of all the people whose lives you’ll touch, but hope they’ll be able to give you more happiness than I ever could.
I’ll always be here. All around you... just with less baggage :)
You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t have done anything more. You were perfect.
I love you.
PS: The living room above the TV. I wanted your certificate there. Anyone who walked in would see them. I even bought the frames...they’re in the attick, under my wedding dress.
Live.
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tbc
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reviews = luv