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"You are the only exception," she used to say. I didn't believe in her until I was sent to my dad in California.
Because there I met Daniel.
And I'm starting to believe that I'm the only exception ... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 11, 2010    Reads: 65    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Prologue: The Only Exception.

"When i was younger i saw
my daddy cry
and curse at the wind
he broke his own heart
and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it
and my momma swore
that she would
never let herself forget
and that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
if it does not exist."

Aaron was sitting on my bed, listening to his iPod. I sighed; couldn't he use his own room?I stamped over to the huge suitcase that was laying open on the bed, and smacked it close. All my clothes were in there.

Then I walked over to the window, and sat up on the deep window frame. It was raining outsideour aunt Dorothy's little house in the outcasts of Birmingham.

But tomorrow, at this time, there would be sunny. At leat where me and Aaron would be. Tomorrow, me and my annoying little brother would be flying to California. We were going to live with our dad, his newwife. I think her name is Auburgine-something-blah, and her daughter, Monica who was just as old as Aaron.

At least she was a girl.

I closed my grey-green eyes and rested my head on my knees, remembering these last eight months. The months since my mother had died. The months since she had killed herself.

My parents divorced when I was nine and Aaron seven. My mum had been completely broken after that, and she soon grew more and more into herself. I saw how her beauty faded and how her face fell. Her hair lost it's gloss and her eyes lost their sapphire-shine. Dad had ran off to America. There he married some old, desperate women in L. A.

Back then, I promised myself that I would never sing of love, if it does not excist. But my mum always said ...

"But Darlin...
you are the only exception
you are the only exception
you are the only exception

you are the only exception

maybe i know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts
and we've got to find other ways
to make it alone
keep a straight face
and i've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance
and up until now i had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
because none of it was ever worth the risk

well you are the only exception
you are the only exception
you are the only exception
you are the only exception ..."

'Keep the faith in your heart' my dad used to say. He was the one who had decided my name, Faith. I quite liked my name. Not to avarage, not to rare. Faith Hart. My dad used to call me his little heart, his mini-cupid. A tear fell down my cheek as I turned to Printing House Street. I stopped outside an old, grey building. In the building there were several apartments, many of them small and badly plummed.

Me, my mum and Aaron had lived in one of those.

I found the window into our old flat. I suddenly got the urge to throw a stone at the fragile single-glass. I bent down and grabbed a stone. I looked at the window. It was two floors up, I could hit that. I positioned.

And threw the stone.

The little rock hit the glass, and I heard a loud, satisfying 'CRACK* as the glass fell tp one billion microscopic pieces. I felt some kind of odd relief stream through my body as I moved back towards Birmingham's Chidren's Hospital where the bus stopped.

I was leaving tomorrow.

As I jumped off the bus at my aunr Dorothy's house, I saw a couple walking through the alley, holdig hands. I just shook my head. In a couple of months they would get tired and bored of eachother and break up.

I unlocked the door and went inside, trying to be quiet.

But there was already light in the kitchen?

I hurried inside, just to find Aaron sitting by the PC on the kitchen table. I sighed with relief. He looked up at me.

"Hey, Fae," he greeted me with that silly nickname he hadalways used. I grabbed a glas of milk, and sat down next to him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Checking out the school," he answered. "Look," he said and turned the PC towards me. "This is BVH."

"What the hell is BVH?" I asked him.

"Beverly Hills High School, smartarse." He turned the computer back.

BVH? More like WTF?

I stood up and made my way back to my room. I fell down on the bed, and waited for it; the tears. They came back every night. The pain was horrible. It felt like I had no heart, nothing inside of me. An empty shell.

"Mum ..." I mumbled between my soft sobs.

"Whatever happens, we'll always be a family," mum said as she brushed my hair one night. I suddenly turned my little seven-year old face towards her.

"Mommy, you don't love dad," I stated. A pained expression flew over her pretty face and a shadow laid on her sparkling sapphire eyes. She put the hairbrush down, and looked at me seriously.

"Faith," she said, but I was a child who didn't know when to stop. Because just that morning I'd seen my dad kiss another women out from the car window on my way to school.

I looked down, ashamed as the first tear fell from my mothers eye.

The scenery shifted ...

"Then leave Richard! I don't care what the hell you do! But tell me one thing: Did you EVER care just the tinies bit about me?" mum shouted from downstairs.

"Cassy ..." dad tried, but it was hopeless.

"Just leave!" mum shouted. "LEAVE!!!"

I heard glass smash against the wall.

The scenery shifted again ...

"Love dosen't excist," I stated. I wasten years old and Aaron was sleeping. Mum looked at me, shocked, but at the same time, not really.

"No, it dosen't," she said. My eyes narrowed on her face, making sure she wasn't lying.

I then just turned my head away, and shot the book I had been reading. The book was named Cinderella. It was an illustrated copy of the old, classic fairytale. Mum noticed my action. She came down from the sofa and sat down next to me. She took the book and opened up on the first page.

"Do you see what is going on here?" she asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Cinderella's mum is dead and now she has only her dad," I answered. Mum shook her head, and pointed at Cinderella's face on the beautiful drawing.

"She is crying," mum said. "Because she's sad. I'll bet she feels about the same way as you do now." She put an arm around my shoulders and squeezed them. She then turned to another page, somewhere in the middle. A drawing of Cinderella and the prince dancing. "But look. She ended up happy."

I looked up at mum.

"But that's a fairytale. They always get happy endinhs. Love dosen't excist," I said as I felt the tears stream down atmy cheeks. Mum hugged me tightly.

"Maybe. But you know what?" she asked me. I shook my head.

"You are the only exception."

"I've got a tight grip on reality
but i can't let go of what's in front of me here
i know you're leaving in the morning
when you wake up leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

oh oh oh

you are the only exception
you are the only exception
you are the only exception
you are the only exception

and I'm on my way to believing
oh and I'm on my way to believing ..."

When I woke up the next morning, something was diffrent. I looked around the room, and saw the picture of my mum on the nightstand. I sat up and took theframe in my hands. I opened the back and took the picture out. I folded her smiling face and put the picture in the pocket of the jeans hanging on the chair next to my bed. Then I got up and dressed myself in the jeans and a black Paramore t-shirt.

I walked sownstairs and saw aund Dorothy making scrambled eggs for breakfast. I bumped down next to Aaron.

"Goodmorning sis," he said.

I smiled weakly back.

A/N: COMMENTCOMMENTCOMMENTCOMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!! Did I make myself clear? The 1rst chapter is full-length, by the way :) 11 lovely pages :b The song in this prologue was Paramore's The Only Exception, my new favourite song :) Remember COMMENTS!!!





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