Title: Chardonnay
Author: Jyira Keller
Email: jyira@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, possibly some language and some sexual
situations later on.
Summary: Beautiful teen movie star Chardonnay Monroe seems to have it
all. Until a secret from her past rears it's ugly head and threatens
to destroy her world and shame her forever.
Author's notes: An original story written V.C. Andrews style.
Feedback and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
/word/= italics ~word~ = thoughts.
Part 1
The ringing phone jerked me awake sometime in the middle of the
night. The alarm clock told me it was some time after two in the
morning, but my half awake brain didn't want to deal with numbers.
The phone continued to shrill in my ear. I reached out for the pink
receiver. "What?" At two in the morning I could be forgiven for not
being polite.
"Carolyn…you know who this is, don't you?"
I felt as if the blood had been squeezed out of my heart.
"You didn't think I'd forget what you did to me, did you, Carolyn?"
I clutched the receiver so tightly I broke a nail. I heard the
caller's deep, mocking voice, and I knew it was all over.
"I've found you, Carolyn. Or /Chardonnay/ as you call yourself now.
Cute. Now this is really perfect timing on my part, but of course, I
doubt you'll see it that way."
There was a morose, obscene laugh and the line went dead.
For a long, paralysing moment I clutched the phone, just listening to
the disconnected line. ~Oh God not now~. The ice in my veins had
given way to a flow of molten lava. ~Please, God, not now.~
My bedroom door slammed open, and harsh bright light flooded the room
through the large fake chandelier style light hanging from the centre
of my ceiling. "For God's sake, Chardonnay!" the angry voice of my
older sister January yelled. "I know you could get away with murder
if you wanted to, with your fame and fortune and all, but those of us
who weren't nominated for Best Actress at next month's OSCARS need to
get some /sleep/ so we can get on with our normal lives!" January's
voice was filled with undisguised loathing.
At her words my breath caught in my throat. For a moment I thought
for sure I was going to be sick.
"Tell your stalker to call at a /decent/ hour." The door slammed shut
after January stormed off, without turning off the lights as she
went.
I finally put the phone down, staring around my large neat and tidy
bedroom. ~Why now?~ I thought. ~Why now?~
I started to stand up to turn the light off when the door opened
again.
"What was that all about?" My mother came into the room, wrapped in a
red silk bathrobe, trimmed with black fur. "Door slamming and yelling
in the middle of the night is abnormal, even for January."
"I got a prank phone call. She claimed it woke her." I hoped my voice
was reassuring enough so Mother would believe me.
Mother smiled softly, reaching out to brush back a strand of my
golden blonde hair. "My little star. I just /know/ you're going to
win that OSCAR."
"There's fierce competition. I'm up against Abigail Hunter for one
thing. She's won twice already."
"Oh, but don't forget she had that horrible scandal with that vile
Stausky woman and then there was that tabloid frenzy. She's not
looking all that good at the moment."
"I guess."
"And there's going to Golden Globes, and Emmies, and BAFTAS."
Mother's expression was dreamy, her blue eyes were soft, her smile
far away.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that I wasn't going to get every
Best Actress award available in Hollywood. She was so proud of me.
"Oh, what happened to your nails?" Mother cried in alarm.
I looked down at my hands. I had broken one nail when clutching the
phone for dear life as if it had been responsible for my terrible
mistake. To Mother the terrible mistake was breaking the nail. "Oh,
I…" I trailed off.
"We can't have you going out in public with a disaster like this!
We'll get Joanne to fix it before you go to school tomorrow." My
mother left the room, closing the door gently.
I had only just turned seventeen, I still wanted to graduate from
high school. I attended a fancy private school full of kids with
respected parents, they were used to me by now.
Even as a small smile started to cross my lips, the words of the
caller flew back into my mind.
/I've found you Carolyn. It's my turn now./
My dazzling triumph had been snatched away from me in a manner I
would never have thought possible.
* * *
Author: Jyira Keller
Email: jyira@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, possibly some language and some sexual
situations later on.
Summary: Beautiful teen movie star Chardonnay Monroe seems to have it
all. Until a secret from her past rears it's ugly head and threatens
to destroy her world and shame her forever.
Author's notes: An original story written V.C. Andrews style.
Feedback and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
/word/= italics ~word~ = thoughts.
Part 1
The ringing phone jerked me awake sometime in the middle of the
night. The alarm clock told me it was some time after two in the
morning, but my half awake brain didn't want to deal with numbers.
The phone continued to shrill in my ear. I reached out for the pink
receiver. "What?" At two in the morning I could be forgiven for not
being polite.
"Carolyn…you know who this is, don't you?"
I felt as if the blood had been squeezed out of my heart.
"You didn't think I'd forget what you did to me, did you, Carolyn?"
I clutched the receiver so tightly I broke a nail. I heard the
caller's deep, mocking voice, and I knew it was all over.
"I've found you, Carolyn. Or /Chardonnay/ as you call yourself now.
Cute. Now this is really perfect timing on my part, but of course, I
doubt you'll see it that way."
There was a morose, obscene laugh and the line went dead.
For a long, paralysing moment I clutched the phone, just listening to
the disconnected line. ~Oh God not now~. The ice in my veins had
given way to a flow of molten lava. ~Please, God, not now.~
My bedroom door slammed open, and harsh bright light flooded the room
through the large fake chandelier style light hanging from the centre
of my ceiling. "For God's sake, Chardonnay!" the angry voice of my
older sister January yelled. "I know you could get away with murder
if you wanted to, with your fame and fortune and all, but those of us
who weren't nominated for Best Actress at next month's OSCARS need to
get some /sleep/ so we can get on with our normal lives!" January's
voice was filled with undisguised loathing.
At her words my breath caught in my throat. For a moment I thought
for sure I was going to be sick.
"Tell your stalker to call at a /decent/ hour." The door slammed shut
after January stormed off, without turning off the lights as she
went.
I finally put the phone down, staring around my large neat and tidy
bedroom. ~Why now?~ I thought. ~Why now?~
I started to stand up to turn the light off when the door opened
again.
"What was that all about?" My mother came into the room, wrapped in a
red silk bathrobe, trimmed with black fur. "Door slamming and yelling
in the middle of the night is abnormal, even for January."
"I got a prank phone call. She claimed it woke her." I hoped my voice
was reassuring enough so Mother would believe me.
Mother smiled softly, reaching out to brush back a strand of my
golden blonde hair. "My little star. I just /know/ you're going to
win that OSCAR."
"There's fierce competition. I'm up against Abigail Hunter for one
thing. She's won twice already."
"Oh, but don't forget she had that horrible scandal with that vile
Stausky woman and then there was that tabloid frenzy. She's not
looking all that good at the moment."
"I guess."
"And there's going to Golden Globes, and Emmies, and BAFTAS."
Mother's expression was dreamy, her blue eyes were soft, her smile
far away.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that I wasn't going to get every
Best Actress award available in Hollywood. She was so proud of me.
"Oh, what happened to your nails?" Mother cried in alarm.
I looked down at my hands. I had broken one nail when clutching the
phone for dear life as if it had been responsible for my terrible
mistake. To Mother the terrible mistake was breaking the nail. "Oh,
I…" I trailed off.
"We can't have you going out in public with a disaster like this!
We'll get Joanne to fix it before you go to school tomorrow." My
mother left the room, closing the door gently.
I had only just turned seventeen, I still wanted to graduate from
high school. I attended a fancy private school full of kids with
respected parents, they were used to me by now.
Even as a small smile started to cross my lips, the words of the
caller flew back into my mind.
/I've found you Carolyn. It's my turn now./
My dazzling triumph had been snatched away from me in a manner I
would never have thought possible.
* * *