-------------------------------- Being gone for more then a year I guess I read my story again and I finally found my inspiration once again... I thank you all for you patience and that you're sticking to this story.
Love, Rosanne --------------------------------------------------------------------
11.
My recovery progress is slow and takes ages. Of course I heal fasther then any other patient but still, I'm no superman that heals in one day, you know. On school there is said that I was in a horrible accident and just lived trough it although it was a very close call. Yeah right, a car accident, pff, if they only knew who I am in the night. Because of me they can sleep save and warm in their beds. A stitch runs through my side and I clench my teeth. "Damn it!" I curse and close my eyes tightly. Afer halve a minute or so the pain subdues and I open my eyes once more and confronted with a pair of greengrey eyes. I lose my breath. Brad. There is concern in his eyes, a sign that he still cares for me. Stupid Annabel, stupid bitch, she was the one that made me lose him. There is an akward silence between us, both remembering how it came that I broke up with him.
At the end of every year we have an schooldance, a ball, or so to speak. Weeks sometimes months before, the girls are excited with who they will go with and they are worring what kind of dress they will wear. I roll my eyes and look for Brad, my boyfriend. I find him at the edge of the footballfield, looking at the game. Annabell comes up to him and starts flirting with him openly. I clench my fist and grunt my teeth, the bitch; she's after him already since the day I started dating him. I see how he answers her politly and that he will not give into the swaying hips and the innocent eyes of Annabell. He turns his head and sees me standing. He says something to her and leaves, coming to me. Annabell stares at him furiously and shoots daggers at me. I just raise my shoulders and smile as he wraps his arm around me and kisses me soft. Everytime he kisses me like that he leaves me like a puddle if goo.
Untill the ball you could say that there was nothing wrong between us. We were in love with each other and were wrapped up in our own little world. That all changed in that night.
The night of the ball was fastly approching and when that night came I was standing before my manhigh mirror and looked at myself. There was that dreadfull feeling in the pit of my stomach that this would be the last ball with Brad. I shook it off as nerves and looked at my dress once more. It was the same dress as last year. Some girls were buying a new dress every year, the new one better, more beautiful then the last one. I had mine already form the first ball and it just staid beautiful. My dress was a silvery green and left my shoulders naked and long sleeves were till my wrists and it had a long wide clock skirt.
Usually Brad would pick me up, but as the pick up time came and went I started to worry and I asked my father to drive me to school. It would be the first and last time he would do this. 'You look great girl. As always.' He said to me. I smiled and reached forward to hug him and I whispered a thank you in his ear. I stepped out of the car and walked toward the gym, were it was held. I stopped before the closed door and the feeling returned to my stomach. I dreaded the thing I would see when I would open that door. I shook it off again and with a big breath I opened the door to the gym.
I closed my eyes and I reopened them, hoping it would be just an illusion. It wasn't. Tears were welling up in my eyes and dripped out of them. It left mascara streaks on my cheeks and the black droplets were haning on my chin and fell to the floor or on my dress. My worst nightmare had come true. My boyfriend in the arms and kissing the girl I hated most. She saw me and with a devilisch grin she pushed herself tighter around Brad. My lower lip trembled like hell as I wiped away the spilling tears from my face and walked into the gym straight toward the couple in the middle of the dancefloor. Brad opened his eyes and they widend in shock as he saw me approching. 'Jea... Jeanly...' 'Shut up, how dare you call me by that name? Only my father may call me like that.' I spat at him as I glared daggers at Annabell who looked back at me with a triumpfed face. 'Do you have this much pleasure at breaking apart couple?' I whispered in a deadly whisper. 'I break couples that are coming to close to my and Jake.' Annabell says with a smirk. Suddenly I want to pound in on hre and beat that shitty smirk of her annoing face. But I don't do that, instead I turn to Brad and say: 'chose Brad, now and here, who do you pick? Me? Or Annabell here?' Instantly his arms tighten around Annabell. I swallow difficult and tears surface oncce more. I take the ring, that he gave me on second anniversay, and hold it in front of him. 'Here, I give this back. It belongs to you, not me. I wish you both the best. And I hope that jake never finds out about this Annabell.' I say and turn around and with a head held up high I leave the gym and then the school.
Outside I take of my shoes and begin the walk home.
'Hello Brad.' I say. 'Hee...' He says. Silence. He is nevous. And instantly I am on my guard. 'You know...' I began. 'What?' His eyes are big and hopefull. 'I was ready to forgive you let you in my heart again but I don't think this possible aftr I gheard from Jake that you cheated with Annabell again. I do not know why you are here? you'd better leave and go runting with Annabell. You two make a perfect couple anyway. Both devious and manipulating as hell.' I almost shout in anger. 'But...' 'You heard her, didn't you? Why don't you just leave quietly and hurry back to the bitch?' Comes from the door. I turn my head so fast that I hear some things crack in my neck. "Ow great more pain." I think furious as I grab the side of my neck where I heard it. I see a guy that is slightly familiar to me leaning against a doorpost with his arms crossed and looking angry. I look at Brad and make a mental note that I have to thank the guy in the doorpost. He looks from me to the guy and then walks away.
'Are you okay?' He asks me when Brad is aroudn the corner. 'Y-Yes I am... t-thank you.' Am I stottering? Damn it, I am. What the hell? He smiles at me and I smile back weakly. He looks at me and rememberance flashes across his face. 'Oh my god... It is you.' I whisper. I laugh and I say: 'if I'm not mistaken I hit you only a couple of weeks ago. We bumped into each other and you something in the way of women.' 'And you hit me.' Yeah I walked aroudn with a blue cheek for two weeks.' 'Did I hit you that hard?' He nods and asks if he may come in. I nod in return and point him a chair. He introduces himself as Andre Massenet and soon we start talking about everything. We laugh and have a good time. 'Why are you here?' I ask. 'My partner is lying here, in this clinic. I came over to say hello.' 'How did your partner came here?' 'My partner was attacked in line of duty.' 'What kind of work do you do?' 'You can say that I'm a kind off a police. Special investigations.' 'Cool.' 'It is pretty hard work but I like it.' 'Uhuh.' 'Well, I guess that I have to be on my ay again. I just came back from my partner as I heard you, so...' 'Yeah, thanks again, and sorry.' I say to him. He looks at me with a questioning look. I point at his cheek and say: 'about the cheek.' He laughs and says that is no problem and that I can hit pretty hard for a girl. I laugh at that again and he says to me that he will come to visit me tomorrowmorning. 'I look forward to that.' I say. He smiles at me and leaves. I smile as he leaves my room and waves at me as walks through the door. I wave back and he closes the door. With an enomous sigh I fall back on my pillow and close my eyes. "Thank you Andre." I think and close my eyes.
-------- I introduced a new character. Ow, ow, ow, ow. Who is Andre? And why is he there?
That is it from my part again... Bye!!! R&R ----