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Comfort
I headed for Marcus' room. I knew he was the one person that could help me right now. My mind was filled with anger, and pain.
Johnathan had kept my father's secret from me for ten years. 'Now I know why I was chosen. It was my father's will before he passed on.
But, why did he not tell me himself? Why did Johnathan wait so long to find me?' I had to get these thoughts cleared up and out of my mind. I needed more answers.
I reached a tall, heavy wooden door. It had old brass hinges and a crystal knob. It was a piece of art within itself.
I held my hand to the door and braced to knock. Then, I paused. 'What if he was not there? What if I was caught talking to him and accused of being unfaithful?'
The doubts kept rising. Tears still flowed from my dark eyes. I posed again to knock but I did not have to.
The door opened and I froze. "Dahlia... why are you here?" Marcus greeted me with a smile. "Oh Marcus... he came to me.
He came to me and I yelled at him. I called him a liar and left him there." He looked out and around the hallway, searching for any listeners.
All that could be seen was darkness, occassionally interrupted by a candle or two. The, too-quiet, stillness of the halls sent suspicion through our minds.
Just to be safe, he put his hand on my shoulder and led me inside his room. "Why did you leave him?" I looked away as I spoke.
"I had to get away. I could not bare to look at him. Even through all of my anger and sadness, I could see that I had hurt him."
We sat on a large sofa to the left of the door, in one of the corners of the room. The oversized black pillows took up most of the sitting space.
I took this time to glance around the elegantly decorated room. There was another small sofa on the opposite side of the door, and an old antique arm- chair in the other corner.
To my right, stood a round table. It's inhabitants included a glass dish and a small framed picture of a woman. I had the urge to ask about her, but I decided it could wait.
Marcus took a moment to think about my last statement before replying. He placed his hand over mine and leaned forward to catch my eyes.
I did not want to look upon him, but he insisted. I cautiously turned my gaze from the photo, to his face. He gave me a small smile, and I relaxed a little.
"I'm sure it is not all as bas as it seems. You were just caught up in the situation." My eyes began to fill with tears yet again.
It is like I have cried so much lately, my tears could fill an ocean. "But, I do not dare go back. I am afraid of what he will think of me.
I can not just go around yelling and insulting him like I did tonight." Marcus wiped a tear away from my cheek and held my hand tighter.
"Do not worry, dear. You are his life.... he can do nothing but love you. Go to him, all will be well."
a/n: Ya like???? Hope so. Sorry for the long delay. Vacation. It was horrible. E-mail me if ya wanna hear my story--- twstdwiskrs@aol.com Thanx ppl!!!! U all rule! Keep reading!! Bye!!!!!!!!!!
Comfort
I headed for Marcus' room. I knew he was the one person that could help me right now. My mind was filled with anger, and pain.
Johnathan had kept my father's secret from me for ten years. 'Now I know why I was chosen. It was my father's will before he passed on.
But, why did he not tell me himself? Why did Johnathan wait so long to find me?' I had to get these thoughts cleared up and out of my mind. I needed more answers.
I reached a tall, heavy wooden door. It had old brass hinges and a crystal knob. It was a piece of art within itself.
I held my hand to the door and braced to knock. Then, I paused. 'What if he was not there? What if I was caught talking to him and accused of being unfaithful?'
The doubts kept rising. Tears still flowed from my dark eyes. I posed again to knock but I did not have to.
The door opened and I froze. "Dahlia... why are you here?" Marcus greeted me with a smile. "Oh Marcus... he came to me.
He came to me and I yelled at him. I called him a liar and left him there." He looked out and around the hallway, searching for any listeners.
All that could be seen was darkness, occassionally interrupted by a candle or two. The, too-quiet, stillness of the halls sent suspicion through our minds.
Just to be safe, he put his hand on my shoulder and led me inside his room. "Why did you leave him?" I looked away as I spoke.
"I had to get away. I could not bare to look at him. Even through all of my anger and sadness, I could see that I had hurt him."
We sat on a large sofa to the left of the door, in one of the corners of the room. The oversized black pillows took up most of the sitting space.
I took this time to glance around the elegantly decorated room. There was another small sofa on the opposite side of the door, and an old antique arm- chair in the other corner.
To my right, stood a round table. It's inhabitants included a glass dish and a small framed picture of a woman. I had the urge to ask about her, but I decided it could wait.
Marcus took a moment to think about my last statement before replying. He placed his hand over mine and leaned forward to catch my eyes.
I did not want to look upon him, but he insisted. I cautiously turned my gaze from the photo, to his face. He gave me a small smile, and I relaxed a little.
"I'm sure it is not all as bas as it seems. You were just caught up in the situation." My eyes began to fill with tears yet again.
It is like I have cried so much lately, my tears could fill an ocean. "But, I do not dare go back. I am afraid of what he will think of me.
I can not just go around yelling and insulting him like I did tonight." Marcus wiped a tear away from my cheek and held my hand tighter.
"Do not worry, dear. You are his life.... he can do nothing but love you. Go to him, all will be well."
a/n: Ya like???? Hope so. Sorry for the long delay. Vacation. It was horrible. E-mail me if ya wanna hear my story--- twstdwiskrs@aol.com Thanx ppl!!!! U all rule! Keep reading!! Bye!!!!!!!!!!