Okay this is a story I've been working on for a while...You pronounce
the name Alay like alley...and there are some flashbacks in this story
(duh...considering it's about the past...I'm stupid!!!) I will let you know
when a flashback is taking place so don't worry!!!! Also anything in ** is
the person's thoughts....Enjoy the story and please review after you are
done reading!!
~Molly
~Past~
Memories....
Alay closed her eyes and tried to sleep for the millionth time that night. Her sleeping problems weren't because she was sleeping in a pitch- black Brooklyn alley where anything could happen. No, her problem with sleeping was caused by old memories resurfacing. Everytime she closed her eyes she would see him.
"Ramon Gonzalez," she whispered as she became lost in another memory. *He was so nice that first day....*
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"Alayna! I want you to meet someone. He's Senor Gonzalez's boy," said her brother Carlos as he gave her a look that clearly said 'Play nice. He's rich!'
"Hola, Senorita Gracia. I am Ramon Tomas Gonzalez, the third. Carlos, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had such a beautiful sister?" He turned back to Alayna. "Muy bonita."
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Very beautiful. That's what he said. She had actually believed at the moment that the poor daughter of a ranchero (sorry if that's misspelled) could be loved by the selfish rich son of one of Mexico's richest families. His father was the commandante (still can't spell) for goodness' sake. She had been so innocent and naive then. So very nice....
~***~***~***~***~Flashback~***~***~***~***~
Alayna blushed and smiled at his charm. She tucked a piece of her long dark brown, almost black hair behind her ear. Then she extended her hand toward him as she said, "Hola Senor Gonzalez. I'm Alayna Marie Gracia." He kissed her hand and bowed like a polished gentleman. Again she blushed. "I'm please to meet you."
"No, no senorita. The pleasure is all mine." He winked one of his dark brown eyes and pushed some of his rich black hair out of his eyes. "But I have business to attend to. I hope I see you again. Next time you may call me Ramon."
"Si, sen...Ramon," she corrected . "And you may call me Alayna."
"Buenos dias, Alayna." His voice hung on her name like a song.
"Buenos dias, Ramon." With that he was gone.....
~***~***~***~***~End of Flashback~***~***~***~***~
Carlos had had a fit after he had shown Ramon out. He had called her a slut, saying that she had practically thrown herself at Ramon. Alayna's temper had flared at that and she yelled back at him saying he had wanted her to be nice, so she had been.
Carlos had warned her to stay away from this mesmerizing ladies' man. Looking back, Alay couldn't help but think *I should have listened. I should have ran then. I'm so sorry Carlos. I failed you.*
"Uf!!," said Alay as she sat up in the alley and hugged her knees to her chest. It was a little after midnight so it was too dangerous to run off her anger and hurt. So Alay cried the anger and hurt away. She finally fell into a dreamless sleep a little while later.
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~Molly
~Past~
Memories....
Alay closed her eyes and tried to sleep for the millionth time that night. Her sleeping problems weren't because she was sleeping in a pitch- black Brooklyn alley where anything could happen. No, her problem with sleeping was caused by old memories resurfacing. Everytime she closed her eyes she would see him.
"Ramon Gonzalez," she whispered as she became lost in another memory. *He was so nice that first day....*
~***~***~***~***~Flashback~***~***~***~***~
"Alayna! I want you to meet someone. He's Senor Gonzalez's boy," said her brother Carlos as he gave her a look that clearly said 'Play nice. He's rich!'
"Hola, Senorita Gracia. I am Ramon Tomas Gonzalez, the third. Carlos, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had such a beautiful sister?" He turned back to Alayna. "Muy bonita."
~***~***~***~***~End of Flashback~***~***~***~***~
Very beautiful. That's what he said. She had actually believed at the moment that the poor daughter of a ranchero (sorry if that's misspelled) could be loved by the selfish rich son of one of Mexico's richest families. His father was the commandante (still can't spell) for goodness' sake. She had been so innocent and naive then. So very nice....
~***~***~***~***~Flashback~***~***~***~***~
Alayna blushed and smiled at his charm. She tucked a piece of her long dark brown, almost black hair behind her ear. Then she extended her hand toward him as she said, "Hola Senor Gonzalez. I'm Alayna Marie Gracia." He kissed her hand and bowed like a polished gentleman. Again she blushed. "I'm please to meet you."
"No, no senorita. The pleasure is all mine." He winked one of his dark brown eyes and pushed some of his rich black hair out of his eyes. "But I have business to attend to. I hope I see you again. Next time you may call me Ramon."
"Si, sen...Ramon," she corrected . "And you may call me Alayna."
"Buenos dias, Alayna." His voice hung on her name like a song.
"Buenos dias, Ramon." With that he was gone.....
~***~***~***~***~End of Flashback~***~***~***~***~
Carlos had had a fit after he had shown Ramon out. He had called her a slut, saying that she had practically thrown herself at Ramon. Alayna's temper had flared at that and she yelled back at him saying he had wanted her to be nice, so she had been.
Carlos had warned her to stay away from this mesmerizing ladies' man. Looking back, Alay couldn't help but think *I should have listened. I should have ran then. I'm so sorry Carlos. I failed you.*
"Uf!!," said Alay as she sat up in the alley and hugged her knees to her chest. It was a little after midnight so it was too dangerous to run off her anger and hurt. So Alay cried the anger and hurt away. She finally fell into a dreamless sleep a little while later.
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