Chapter 1: Some Where The Sky End's

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Well , It was my fault .  I shouldn't of been snooping around . My big , fat , curiousity got the best of me . It was November 12 , 1954 . I was 14 year's old that summer . My hair had finally grown to my upper back , red and curly . My eye's had alway's been the reflection of the moon , momma had alway's said , but today , it was a light . . Silver blue . I had gotton fat that summer , atleast 13 more pound's then I was . 123 pound's to be exact , my granny called my obese . That summer , that one , cold night out of all the rest that were scorching hot , I saw rape . Not of my own , not my own that had happened when I was eight by my step brother , but another girl , another man , and I didn't react . If you want to know , I have to start all the way over , all the way back to september 24 , 1954 . My mother died in a car crash , and I starved myself from that day on . I sat in the living room of my three story house , pink wall's , and diamond head board , I was wealthy in riches . My favorite show was on , but I couldn't watch . My mind was completely crushed with thought's of the car crash . I , in the back seat , Wouldn't keep quiet . I was the reason my mother swerved infront of an eighteen wheeler . I was the reason she stayed in the hospital 3 dreadful week's , and I was the reason my mother drowned in her sleep . I was responsible , I knew it . No matter how hard my tall , slinder , green lilly pad blue eye'd father tried to deny it , I was the one screaming in the back ground . I was responsible , and I was going to be the one blamed , even if I blame myself before the driver of the eighteen wheeler . " daisy . " My father , soft ,  red cheeked father , paused , looking into my sunken black eye's , " You need to sleep . " My face was burning hot , but pale as paper . I hadn't ate for a whole week , and I was starving . " I'm not tired , daddy . I can't sleep . " My eye's trailed through his grey , black hair . His name was Robert Lamare Blue , he was 6'4 , thin , and tan . All women found him attractive , and all teen's found me 'sexy' . " Daisy Marie Blue , Do not feed me them lies , I can see it writen all in your eye's . " I was about ready to give him a piece of my mind , but I was too tired to even talk , much less think of the harsh word's to say . " You're not right ! I'm not sleepy , I'm just a little . . . Mellow at the time being . I wished you'd go away daddy , I got a good show to watch , I really don't have time for this silly non - sence . " His eye's were filled with sorrow , I couldn't stand seeing him that way , I felt more dread then the fact that I killed my mother . " Daisy , Please . Just try to sleep , I am tired of seeing you this way , It wasn't your fault . It wasn't anyone's fault . It was just a big accident , and I'm trying my best to make you happy , you're tearing me apart , daisy . Your the only thing I have left . " I looked at him with hateful eye's . " Lies ! All lies , you have another woman , daddy ! You cheated on momma , and that blond haired tramp of your's is what's really tearing this family apart ! " With a powerful draw back , hisprotective hand's that were once my guarding angel's , popped the side of my cheek . Tear's in my eye's , I thought to myself , What have I done ? My nosed burned , and my cheek stung with pain . He hated when I called his love a tramp . She's a tramp and he's a bastard ; How does he like that one ? " I never want to hear those filthy word's spill from your mouth again , I wander why Your mother never spanked you when she has the chance . I'm gonna' be changing some thing's around here , daisy , starting with your attitude . I'm fed up with you , Daisy . This has got to stop ! " His ruff hand's slapped my glass table and made a small crack in the middle . My mouth dropped , my mother gave me that table when I was three , and I kept up with it all . All of the tiny china pieces for my play set , the napkin's , and the clothes for Tea party's . With one hit , He destroyed all of the momories I once managed to make . " Daddy ! " I stood up . My fist's balled with anger , I threw a punch . He caught my fist and swung with a hard THUMP ! Not only was my face stinging now , but so was my left butt cheek . I regret trying to hit him . " Now , Try to hit me again , Daisy . I'm threw playing with you . " He was out of breath , probably because of all the marvelous Newport cigarette's he smoked  day and night . Throwing me on the bed , he slammed my hot pink , marbled door closed . Abusive ? He once was . I will never let him be the alcoholic he used to be .

MORNING ; THE GREAT EXCAPE

It was morning time , I was awoke by my father's voice and the smell of sizzling hot bakon on a plate of egg's , grits , cheese toast , and jelly with my name on it . I woke with sleep in my eye's and tangle's in my curl's . Something wasn't right . My thing's weren't there . I snapped out the daze I was in and ran in a panic . " Daddy ! Hurry , Hurry ! Call the police , my thing's are gone ! My clothes , my make up , my sheet's , my - my - my . . . " I was shocked to see all my prized posession's in the door way of our beautiful house . My father was looking at me through thick rimmed glasses , hid behind the Daily New's Report of New York Time's . " Daisy , I need to have a quick word with you . Sit down . " His word's that he'd love to speak to me with , were not usual word's , they were comand's , and I hated them . I sat down and Looked at my plate . I about started eating when I remembered , I'm not suppost to eat , I'm on strike . I took a sip of orange juice . " Daisy , You need a break from the house . A break from Hollow Spring's . " I looked at him confused . " No I don't , I'm happy , Daddy . I'm happy here . " He could tell I was lying straight through my teeth . " No your not , and even the neighbor's can tell . Cindy and I thought it would be best if you should spend some time at an all girl's camp retreat in New Jersey . " I didn't know that much about History , But I knew well enough to know New Jersey was a good while away from New York . " Daddy , No ! I can't leave . My friend's . My Family , My Home . My Everything Is Here In New York . How are you just going to make me leave , daddy ? " He avoided looking at me , He knew he'd cave if he saw me . " This is final . " Cindy , a blond haired , hour glass figured woman approched my salty peppered haired father and placed her polished hand's on his shoulder's . Her dirty pool Brown eye's made me sick . I could tell I was going to hate her becuase I was now starting to . " Robert , Is this Daisy ? " I dropped my mouth open when I heard her voice . She sounded as of an angel . Her skin was fare and smooth . She was beautiful , But my mother out done that wintch by a thousand miles . " You little tramp ! Don't you ever say my name again , I hate you ! I hate you both ! " My father's face turned a dark shade of red and Cindy's eye's grew dark . " To the car , Daisy ! You are leaving this instant ! " I ran to the car , still looking a mess . I got in the limo , and cried . I wished as if I could fly , fly to empyrean . I was lost in emotion . Lost in tear's and frustration , lost in termol , in fear . I watch as the rest of my life was burning down , Burning like a bond fire , and there was no way to put it out . I was a burning time line , and I was adding gasoline to the wild fire , the arson . I'm not ready to set fire to the rest of everything I'm suppost to dream and live out , but it seem's as if I already did .  So , In imagination , My dream of a wish , I pulled the trigger . If only it was real . Oh God , If only .


Submitted: December 08, 2009

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