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Elliott
I stood in my underwear, surveying my closet, looking over my countless number of jeans, plaid shirts and tank tops and silently cursing myself for having not one sexy party dress.
I groaned when I noted the time, it was 7:45pm, and Echo would be here in fifteen minutes. I can’t wear jeans to go dancing.
Sighing I sifted through my closet, pushing apart jeans after jeans until a black sequined fabric at the very back of my closet caught my eye.
What is that?
I pulled the dress out and my eyes widened. I remember this dress. I bit my lip as I took in the black shimmering fabric of the strappy, bodycon dress with a very high thigh slit. I still had this dress?
This was the dress I wore out with Kain on my birthday all those yea
So sorry for the wait guys, as i said in my last post, i went through a big life transition lately nad i've trying to settle in, but i will be posting regularly now. Kisses and shower me with your gems.
Chapter Fourteen. Drunken memories. Kain. The door closed behind me, the sound echoing around the silent apartment. Elliott was probably in our room getting ready. I let out a huge sigh, appreciating the silence and loneliness of my surroundings for a minute before I started towards my room. I lied I lied to Elliott about my job. Staring into her blue eyes, my chest constricted and I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth, construction really?? That was so far from the truth. The truth was so much worse. I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t tell her that I was a thief, a cheap, petty burglar that preyed on rich people’s empty homes. Seth was the person who brought it up first. He said he had a couple guys who made it big, robbing the houses up on the estate hill and they were looking t
continued from the previous part...... Kain. These paperwork were making my eyes cross. I blew out a huge sigh before flipping to the next page of the stack of documents I held. This is so exhausting. This will be the last time I lose a round of rock, paper, scissors to Seth. That stupid motherfucker. I reached for my mug and sipped at some coffee, this was basically my routine now. Staying late at the office staring at an ever increasing stack of paperwork until my eyes cross and I call it a night at usually 3am So far for an exciting life. Damn! I still remember when I was 23, all those wild parties. Seems like a lifetime ago. I ran my hand through my disheveled hair and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I wonder
Chapter Fifteen. A finalized divorce. Elliott. I held his hand tightly in mine as we strode down the sidewalk together, the crisp, slightly cool night air blew against my skin, ruffling my hair, bringing with it the scent of the sea. The tapping of my heels echoed on the asphalt as we continued walking, the comfortable silence stretching between us as we went. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me and why it was so far away from the apartment but I couldn’t find it in me to disrupt this peaceful stretch of stillness around us. I sucked in a breath and squeezed his fingers in mine slightly. Admittedly, I was getting a tad bit impatient. I had been waiting all day for this surprise. It was as if he could sense my agitation, he glanced at me, his eyes twinkling in the soft light emanating from the lamp posts
continued from the last part....ElliottI knew the bed I laid in wasn’t mine, I knew it even before I was fully awake, I knew it wasn’t Forrest’s familiar citrus scent that surrounded me, no this scent was much heavier, musky and spicy, teasing my senses like a long forgotten memory.I knew someone who smelt like this, who smelt this good.Consciousness caught up to me and I immediately let out a groan as the all too dear headache rolled from the back of my head to settle just between my temples.My mouth felt like sandpaper and my limbs ached from being twisted under me as I sleptI cracked one eye open and then the other, my gaze meeting tangled navy sheets. Wait a minute! I don’t own silk sheetsI sat up too quickly, caugh
Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms. She had been staring at the box of condoms for five minutes now, trying to decide whether to get them or not. The basket in her hand contained a gallon of milk, a box of Coco puffs, some grapes, a new razor and a box of brunette hair dye. She came to the store on a whim, being alone
continued from the previous part..... “I think I’m depressed” Dr Sybian Greer peered up at her patient, her scribbling slowing to a stop. She immediately asked, more of a reflex action than true concern “Why do you think you’re depressed Elliott?” Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears
Continued from the previous part. ~ She was daydreaming again… Dreaming, unrealistically. So unreal. A memory, a long forgotten memory. Kain was smiling as he opened the door to their new apartment with a flourish, pride evident in his movements as he held her hand and pulled her into the empty room. “I know this isn’t the apartment by the ocean we wanted” he started, wrapping his arms around her, his deep melodic voice by her ear, sending shivers down her spine “but its ours, our little home” Elliott looked around, at the obviously old but sturdy walls painted a soothing pale yellow, almost like an egg yolk, at the empty wooden floors in need of a firm polishing, at the wide windows that offered a nice overhead view of the town and the dark ocean bordering it,
Chapter one A nightmare wedding. Elliott. Today is a brand new day Today, I will be a better person than I was yesterday. Today, I will be ladylike and polite Today, I will try not to imagine ripping someone's head off. "These morning affirmations are ass." I commented, sinking lower into the brown leather couch I sat on. "You've gotta keep working on them Elliott, just saying it doesn't make them happen" Dr Sybian, my therapist drawled out from across where I sat, folding her long legs, her brilliant green eyes still glued to my dream journal on her lap. "Maybe if you change them, maybe I'll make an effort to be lady like and polite and not want to rip off heads" I muttered under my breath, picking at a loose fray on my jeans. She didn't reply, although I
Continued from the previous part. ~ She was daydreaming again… Dreaming, unrealistically. So unreal. A memory, a long forgotten memory. Kain was smiling as he opened the door to their new apartment with a flourish, pride evident in his movements as he held her hand and pulled her into the empty room. “I know this isn’t the apartment by the ocean we wanted” he started, wrapping his arms around her, his deep melodic voice by her ear, sending shivers down her spine “but its ours, our little home” Elliott looked around, at the obviously old but sturdy walls painted a soothing pale yellow, almost like an egg yolk, at the empty wooden floors in need of a firm polishing, at the wide windows that offered a nice overhead view of the town and the dark ocean bordering it,
continued from the previous part..... “I think I’m depressed” Dr Sybian Greer peered up at her patient, her scribbling slowing to a stop. She immediately asked, more of a reflex action than true concern “Why do you think you’re depressed Elliott?” Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears
Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms. She had been staring at the box of condoms for five minutes now, trying to decide whether to get them or not. The basket in her hand contained a gallon of milk, a box of Coco puffs, some grapes, a new razor and a box of brunette hair dye. She came to the store on a whim, being alone
continued from the last part....ElliottI knew the bed I laid in wasn’t mine, I knew it even before I was fully awake, I knew it wasn’t Forrest’s familiar citrus scent that surrounded me, no this scent was much heavier, musky and spicy, teasing my senses like a long forgotten memory.I knew someone who smelt like this, who smelt this good.Consciousness caught up to me and I immediately let out a groan as the all too dear headache rolled from the back of my head to settle just between my temples.My mouth felt like sandpaper and my limbs ached from being twisted under me as I sleptI cracked one eye open and then the other, my gaze meeting tangled navy sheets. Wait a minute! I don’t own silk sheetsI sat up too quickly, caugh
Chapter Fifteen. A finalized divorce. Elliott. I held his hand tightly in mine as we strode down the sidewalk together, the crisp, slightly cool night air blew against my skin, ruffling my hair, bringing with it the scent of the sea. The tapping of my heels echoed on the asphalt as we continued walking, the comfortable silence stretching between us as we went. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me and why it was so far away from the apartment but I couldn’t find it in me to disrupt this peaceful stretch of stillness around us. I sucked in a breath and squeezed his fingers in mine slightly. Admittedly, I was getting a tad bit impatient. I had been waiting all day for this surprise. It was as if he could sense my agitation, he glanced at me, his eyes twinkling in the soft light emanating from the lamp posts
continued from the previous part...... Kain. These paperwork were making my eyes cross. I blew out a huge sigh before flipping to the next page of the stack of documents I held. This is so exhausting. This will be the last time I lose a round of rock, paper, scissors to Seth. That stupid motherfucker. I reached for my mug and sipped at some coffee, this was basically my routine now. Staying late at the office staring at an ever increasing stack of paperwork until my eyes cross and I call it a night at usually 3am So far for an exciting life. Damn! I still remember when I was 23, all those wild parties. Seems like a lifetime ago. I ran my hand through my disheveled hair and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I wonder
Chapter Fourteen. Drunken memories. Kain. The door closed behind me, the sound echoing around the silent apartment. Elliott was probably in our room getting ready. I let out a huge sigh, appreciating the silence and loneliness of my surroundings for a minute before I started towards my room. I lied I lied to Elliott about my job. Staring into her blue eyes, my chest constricted and I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth, construction really?? That was so far from the truth. The truth was so much worse. I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t tell her that I was a thief, a cheap, petty burglar that preyed on rich people’s empty homes. Seth was the person who brought it up first. He said he had a couple guys who made it big, robbing the houses up on the estate hill and they were looking t
continued from the previous part.... Elliott I stood in my underwear, surveying my closet, looking over my countless number of jeans, plaid shirts and tank tops and silently cursing myself for having not one sexy party dress. I groaned when I noted the time, it was 7:45pm, and Echo would be here in fifteen minutes. I can’t wear jeans to go dancing. Sighing I sifted through my closet, pushing apart jeans after jeans until a black sequined fabric at the very back of my closet caught my eye. What is that? I pulled the dress out and my eyes widened. I remember this dress. I bit my lip as I took in the black shimmering fabric of the strappy, bodycon dress with a very high thigh slit. I still had this dress? This was the dress I wore out with Kain on my birthday all those yea
Chapter Thirteen. Drunk with my friends. Elliott. I woke up to the sun shining onto my face through the window and an empty space beside me. I groaned as I felt around blindly for Kain. He wasn’t there, his pillow cold. After we made love again, we fell asleep, snuggled into each other. I sat up and looked around our messy bedroom, blinking the sleep from my eyes. The wall clock across the bed told me it was just 11:30am, that I had been asleep for five hours and it was still my birthday. I smirked, I was finally 20. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any different but I did feel happy. Birthdays were always my favourite occasion, I loved the fuss and the presents and the cake. God! I loved the cake. Ever since my parents and sister died, I haven’t found the zeal to celebrate my birthday because it just reminded me of how alone I was, that I h