See?? I told you guys would have a lot of comments about the other chapter! Lady Dulcina, here is where we get to understand why Robert left…
and YES, prindragon (who is my forum mate—aka fellow Meerkat—in EAA, hii!!) Giselle as a support group…and maybe something else…
Sonny! My other brotha from anotha motha! (Meerkat again…) thank you for ur comments…I loved that line too you know what im talking about :P :P
don't worry guys! This chapter will hopefully answer all of ur questions and concerns about my first chapter….which might be more of an prologue now… o.O anyway….
I don't own Enchanted…tho I would love to meet Amy Adams one day
Now, on with it!
"Robert? What are you trying to tell me?" The scene just moments ago had played-back in Robert's mind as he rode in the taxicab that drove him into the long and winding night of endless rain.
Silent tears escaped his eyes as he winced at the sound of both their hearts being broken at her question. He put his head in his hands.
"Do you still…love me?" If Robert's legs weren't standing upright, he would have melted into putty at the agonizing pain that he was putting them through
Oh Giselle, I still love you! He screamed in his mind, trying to convince himself more than telling the imaginary Giselle in his mind.
He gripped his hair from his scalp and held tightly until the scalding pain caused more tears to leak from his closed eyes. He rocked himself back and forth to try and comfort his empty shell of a man. He was nothing anymore; nothing would ever be the same.
"Don't push yourself too hard, Robert. You did a good job," smirked the cab driver from the rearview mirror. Robert recognized the deep and enigmatic voice of a woman anywhere.
The driver was no driver at all, but it was Prince Edward's stepmother who had come to New York City to redeem herself of her throne. Much to her demise, her plan foiled and she vowed to take revenge on the girl who started it all.
Robert looked up from his cradled position with his red and puffy eyes darting at the mirror. All feelings of enmity boiled up inside of him and almost felt more powerful than the black hole that was warping all of his insides until he felt nothing anymore.
"I've done what you've asked me to do," Robert's voice came out raspy and guttural from all the fluids gathering at the back of his throat. He felt dehydrated.
"Please, please let me go," he begged as his voice shuddered into moans of tears and broken love.
"And let you run back to your precious, little, squeaking mouse? What do you take me for? An idiot?" Narissa threw her head back slightly, keeping her eyes on the road before her, and laughed her malicious and sadistic laugh. Chills shot through Robert's skin.
"No, I have a better plan for you, dear Robert. You are coming with me to another portal hole, which leads to my secret lair. There I shall let your insanity of love take over you, and torture you until you beg for me to kill you,"
She laughed again and this time Robert tried to get out of the taxi. He reached for the door handle before sparks of purple and green shot at his fingertips and sent shocks of electricity up his arm. He was immobilized.
He screamed for help at the passers-by that just whizzed on by the taxi as Narissa was pushing the speed limit.
He saw her twirl her index finger in the air, and an invisible rope gagged Robert and caused him to shriek in agony.
"Nothing can save you now," were the last things Robert heard her say before he collapsed on the backseat of the taxi cab that would take him to his imminent destiny—a destiny without his true love.
Narissa swerved into an abandoned alley which led to an emptier street. She stopped the cab in the middle of the road. She got out and heaved Robert onto the pavement. He landed with a thud although he didn't stir.
Narissa uttered a few magical words and a pothole appeared a few inches from where Narissa's feet were. She shoved Robert in and jumped into the portal which would lead to a new world.
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"Giselle? Mommy, wake up." Morgan whispered in Giselle's ear and nudged her softly until Giselle's red-rimmed eyes opened with exhaustion.
Morgan looked up to Giselle as her mother and wanted to form a habit of calling her 'mommy' because she really meant that much to Morgan.
What puzzled her now was why she was alone on the bed. Her father's suitcase was still on his desk and he didn't write her a note saying what arrangements would take place when school ended in the afternoon.
"Where's Daddy?" Morgan gave a quizzical but innocent look to Giselle. She obviously hadn't heard anything last night and didn't hear her parents storm out of the apartment.
At the mention of Morgan's term of endearment, Giselle buried her face into her pillow and soaked it with fresh hot tears that were streaming from her eyes.
Morgan instinctively climbed onto the bed and laid beside Giselle hugging her tightly, trying to stop her from shuddering and crying.
Giselle didn't know how long Morgan and she laid like that but it must have been a while because Morgan's hug loosened and faint snores crept out of her little body.
Giselle didn't want to lie to Morgan about her father but at the same time, she didn't want her to face the truth Giselle was crumbling from now and risk traumatizing the little girl. Both parents walking out on her was too much for a child to have to bear.
She gently removed Morgan's arms and got up slowly as to not create creaking sounds with the cold floorboards under her blistered feet. She winced at the throbbing pain that radiated from her feet, signaling her to stop applying pressure on her soles.
But the nauseating and dizzying pain that racked Giselle's mind was far more excruciating than her feet. She felt like the room was spinning and that her stomach would empty its contents right there on the floor.
She held her stomach to keep from throwing up and waited until her body adjusted to the upright position she was in. She walked to the closet and pulled on a big shirt she wore for cleaning the house, and looked back at Morgan who was sound asleep in the middle of the bed.
She looked so peaceful that Giselle suddenly felt angry at Ro--him (she found it too unbearable to even speak his name) for wreaking havoc into the already happy life of his seven-year old daughter.
Giselle mouthed "I love you," to Morgan and walked out of the room. The place was still the same since the very first time she was brought there. The New York sunlight filled the living room area with garish illumination that Giselle had to squint to adjust to the lighting.
She felt like she lost a ton of weight just by crying. And each time she cried, the hole in her chest grew bigger. She a living person, but only in standard; her love had seeped out and she was a hollow body.
She walked into the kitchen and drank water to try and suppress the memories of him and her together.
As she was drinking, she lost control and her thoughts wandered over the night that they had spent kissing and caressing each other in the kitchen.
Her mind flashed at the vivid details of that memory: she was sitting atop the kitchen counter, Robert in between her legs; he was kissing her all over her neck and face causing her to emit soft whimpers of pleasure; she returned the favor by roaming her hands inside his shirt, and trailing passionate scratch marks all over his back.
Giselle doubled over and almost broke the glass when she spit out the gulp of water she just took in. She had to cover her mouth to avoid waking Morgan with her cries and ended up wobbling to the kitchen floor where she laid against the drawers in a fetal position and short hard breaths escaped her mouth as she hyperventilated.
The cold water pooled around her and she brought her arms and legs closer to the warmth of her body. She closed her eyes.
ohhh how i torture thee with thy flaming cliffies! xD!! told you it would get-a little- better... o.O what do u guys think?