Jory's POV
After arriving home late, I was exhausted. Melodie had emerged from our bedroom and insisted me waltzed all night. She had just told me she was tired!
All I could give her was one dance to a slow song before collapsing into a chair. She kissed me passionately and danced around the room. How could she expect me to stay up after a long day rehearsing a ballet? All she had done was played minor parts and set up props.
She pored out a glass of champagne and toasted to our family. I hardly touched mine. I felt ill. Run down. I told her and she suggested I had the day off the next day. Not once had I missed a day of dancing. I wasn't planning on doing so, especially with a ballet coming up. We had to get all the practise we could get if we were going to become more noticed in the world of dancing. At that thought, something caught his eye. Hanging above a vase of red berries and white roses was a square piece of embroidery. I had seen it somewhere. It was a crewel painting of a white house with trees showing above the roof. Then I remembered where I had seen it. It while to get a clear image of it but it was clear enough to be definite.
Mom had made this for my step-father, Paul. She had shown it to me when I was small, about four, around the time I was a toddler. Mom had kept it in her bedside table draw all the time I was growing up. She used to make it wet with her tears almost every night. But what baffled me was how Melodie managed to get hold of it.
'What are you thinking?' Her blue eyes were in mine
'That embroidered house', I muttered 'Where did you get it?'
'Cathy gave it to me. Its pretty isn't it?'
I clinked my wine glass against my teeth. She walked - as if on a cat walk - round to the back of my chair and massaged my shoulders.
'Oh honey.such tense arms' she said drunkley I steered her into our bedroom and told her to go to sleep.
'Good-night pudding' she yelled ad I shut the door. I crept into Julian's room and gazed at his beautiful face. How proud I was of such a perfect boy who was everything I wanted him to be; Handsome, kind, funny and a magnificent dancer.
I looked up at his wall of certificates from ballet. Most of them were first place, some were second and few were third. How proud I was! I was beginning to believe my life was improving. Because to be truthful, life was perfect then. I didn't realise that I still had to be punished by God for something I didn't know of, even though I had suffered a torturing childhood.
I was needing to learn more about life before I raised my hopes, thinking
everything would improve. I wasn't wise.
A/N , The story is updated when I get 6 reviews.
After arriving home late, I was exhausted. Melodie had emerged from our bedroom and insisted me waltzed all night. She had just told me she was tired!
All I could give her was one dance to a slow song before collapsing into a chair. She kissed me passionately and danced around the room. How could she expect me to stay up after a long day rehearsing a ballet? All she had done was played minor parts and set up props.
She pored out a glass of champagne and toasted to our family. I hardly touched mine. I felt ill. Run down. I told her and she suggested I had the day off the next day. Not once had I missed a day of dancing. I wasn't planning on doing so, especially with a ballet coming up. We had to get all the practise we could get if we were going to become more noticed in the world of dancing. At that thought, something caught his eye. Hanging above a vase of red berries and white roses was a square piece of embroidery. I had seen it somewhere. It was a crewel painting of a white house with trees showing above the roof. Then I remembered where I had seen it. It while to get a clear image of it but it was clear enough to be definite.
Mom had made this for my step-father, Paul. She had shown it to me when I was small, about four, around the time I was a toddler. Mom had kept it in her bedside table draw all the time I was growing up. She used to make it wet with her tears almost every night. But what baffled me was how Melodie managed to get hold of it.
'What are you thinking?' Her blue eyes were in mine
'That embroidered house', I muttered 'Where did you get it?'
'Cathy gave it to me. Its pretty isn't it?'
I clinked my wine glass against my teeth. She walked - as if on a cat walk - round to the back of my chair and massaged my shoulders.
'Oh honey.such tense arms' she said drunkley I steered her into our bedroom and told her to go to sleep.
'Good-night pudding' she yelled ad I shut the door. I crept into Julian's room and gazed at his beautiful face. How proud I was of such a perfect boy who was everything I wanted him to be; Handsome, kind, funny and a magnificent dancer.
I looked up at his wall of certificates from ballet. Most of them were first place, some were second and few were third. How proud I was! I was beginning to believe my life was improving. Because to be truthful, life was perfect then. I didn't realise that I still had to be punished by God for something I didn't know of, even though I had suffered a torturing childhood.
I was needing to learn more about life before I raised my hopes, thinking
everything would improve. I wasn't wise.
A/N , The story is updated when I get 6 reviews.