The Castle de le Jueves

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a romance short story set in a gothic theme. It is a great story with castles, legends and pretty rubies. Enjoy and please comment

Submitted: September 06, 2009

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I sat in the tower window of the Castle de la Jueves on the Isla Mujeres in Spain. A castle made of stone bricks with ruby red inlay and gold around all the windows. Three ballrooms, thirty bedrooms, two libraries and a massive dining room made up this prison. Not one member of the family had left this Isla in centuries. Since Aleixandre the first, my great great great grandfather had woken up from a nightmare with a prophecy he thought could only be handed down by God. This castle lived in a constant state of fear, everyone except for me, Aleixandre. Not one of the Havanas has left the Isla of de la Casas since. They were born here, raised here, and schooled here. They even married within each other, all because one member had a bad experience.

I longed to leave this place, just to see the world I had read about in the school books my mom had given me as a child. To find real love not to have one of my cousins picked out and then be married the next day in the garden behind the house. The gloom and fog settled upon the Isla but I stayed in my window seat imaging the mainland I could no longer see. One day…I hoped to see London, Paris and Rome but instead I would probably only see what was within site of this window. I need an out and just maybe if I could wait a little longer my plan would work. “ALEIX”, his mom screamed at the top of her lungs as she climbed the stairs invading my one place of peace. She entered the small room in a long royal purple and gold gown, her long brown hair was twisted into a dramatic fuzzy bun. My mother at sixty was still an unbelievable beauty. “Aleix, your cousin is having the baby.” A smile broke out across my face, maybe my plan would come into effect faster then I had thought.

I raced down the stairs hearing my mother screaming for me to slow down in the background. I headed straight for the east wing of the castle and run into my father’s chest as he ran from out of one of the library’s doors. The slam that follows is similar to a thunder clap, once we both get our heads to stop spinning we smile and jump back into our run. I make it there just as the nurse is pushing my cousin Ferdinand out of his bedroom and away from his now screaming wife, my cousin Elizabeth. My mom arrives and without looking at any of the men trapped outside the door, she entered the bedroom with the other women. The males wait in terror for Jamie to appear, like he does every time a birth happens in this house. The women thought the men were crazy for the stories that we told of Jamie. Jamie was the sign that this birth was over or that someone’s wife was dead. I watched as Ferdinand looked toward the door that Jamie always came from. Sure as day, Jamie’s ghostly leg appeared through the door before the rest of his body. Slowly, Jamie fully appeared with his transparent body completely naked and floated across the hall right by the men as they watched in horror. Mother opened the door just as Jamie disappeared through another wall. “IT’S A BOY!” she screamed with awe in her voice. All the men got up and rushed into the room with everybody’s focus on the new baby no one would notice me walking away toward the kitchen, but I had to stop to take one more look at the people I almost loved more than the thought of freedom. I turned away and dashed down the back stairs. When I got to the kitchen, I reached under the sink and got my pack filled with clothes, money and some food. I push open the window and swing one of my legs up and out of it; ready to throw myself into the fog and rain. “Aleixandre” My name being called shocked me so bad, that I almost fall out of the window. I turn to see my mother standing in the kitchen, her gold eyes were gazed with tears. She opened her mouth slowly and said with a tone I had never heard before, “You can never come back, never bring anyone back. Do you understand me? You shouldn’t even be leaving but I know what you need. I put some more food into your pack. I love you. Go before your father realizes what we have done.” I smile at her, blow her a kiss and drop out of the window; falling three stories to the muddy water below.

4 years later…

I was walking through the streets of London, my backpack in place. I had been many places in the last 4 years seen the pyramids, bathed in the Thames and stood on the Eiffel Tower, but none of them had been like home. I missed my family more than I ever thought I would; the screaming of ALEIX by my little cousin right before they jumped on my bed, playing relay with my father in the pond in the backyard and my mother’s golden eyes. I missed it all, but every time I thought about what I missed I heard my mother’s terror filled warning. Just as my thoughts started to over take everything around me I hear screaming coming from the house next to me. A high gate blocks access to a massive a tropical garden entry that leads up to a massive white house where a woman is screaming as if she has just witnessed the devil walking out from her kitchen. I dropped my bag and begin to climb the gate just as the screaming stops; still wondering if the woman was ok I continue over the gate.

I got to the window to see a man standing over a woman. Under the bruises, I could still see a perfect little brown and blonde haired, olive colored lady. I jumped through the window and quickly punched the man across the face, picked up the woman, and carried her through the window. I got back to the gate with the man still screaming close behind me, somehow I managed to get both the woman and myself over the gate without being caught by the man. I picked up my pack and started to carry the woman back to my apartment in the pouring rain and the fog. I drew attention as I walked through the streets of London carrying a bruised, passed out woman, but no one stops me.

I made it back to my apartment and layed her upon my bed. I ran to the kitchen getting rags and hot water to apply to her cuts. I wiped her clean and she slowly gets more beautiful as the blood and the dirt is removed. Just as I’m about to clean up her last cut, her eyes fly open, “Where am I? Who are you?” She looked around in complete terror and fear. “I’m Aleixandre or Aleix if you will and you’re in my apartment. Now, who are you and what was going on back at your house?” She looked me in the eyes for a very long time and finally after what felt like forever opened her mouth and said, “My name is Emma and that was my husband who has had the pleasure of beating up on me ever since my father sold me to him when I was 17. I’m now 21 and nothing has changed.” I have never felt more sorry for one person in my life. In that moment, Emma became my companion, we lived and went everywhere together. Soon we were more than friends, Emma was the love of my life and I couldn’t imagine any other girl taking her place. There was only one problem, she constantly asked to be taken home to my family. She wanted to meet the people I described and most of all my mother. The prophecy was never explained to any one in my family until they were married, so all I knew was that we could never bring someone home to Castle de le Jueves especially someone we loved. No matter where we traveled Emma would ask when we could visit my family.

Finally, one day I missed my family so much that I gave in and before I knew it I was climbing the castle fence and walking the bridge leading up to the front door in the pouring rain and fog. I knocked and my mother appeared at the door with the golden eyes I missed the most. She instantly hugged me and laughed, but Emma had walked into the living room already and I could hear her meeting the rest of my family. Suddenly, screams came from the living room and my mother’s face showed agony. “You brought someone home, I told you not to. Do you love her?” I was so confused, but I looked at her and said, “We got married two days before I came back. What’s going on Mom?” Tears came to my mom’s eyes, “I’m sorry.” I ran inside to find Emma dead on the floor with warts all over her, my family stood around her looking on. Someone was screaming, it wasn’t until days later that I realized I had been the one screaming.

I sat in my window looking out the tower through the fog and the rain. I loved her. I sat in this window after my marriage to my cousin, Jane, thinking I never should have brought Emma back here. Aleixandre the first had seen in his dreams that none of the Havanas would ever be able to bring their loves home, because they would die as soon as they came to our ghostly Isle and my great great great grandfather had been right.


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