Don't build me to break me
By Forgotten Sunrise
Stuff that you wanna know before reading this…. A note for the Author
Yes, I'm still here, I was just busy with work, school fixing my laptop, and vacationing(which is more like work) anyway this chapter is the second most important chapter in this story. This is the chapter in we learn about Ida, her past and you'll have to read on to find about what else. Also this chapter something that younger reader might not know about(But younger reader shouldn't be reading this anyway! Lol)
Venus- The goddess of love
Flora-the Rome goddess of flowers and fertility
Cupid- the son of Venus
Mercury- a messenger for the gods
Primavera- translates to 'spring' a famous painting made by Botticelli. Venus, Cupid, Flora and Mercury are featured in it.
Birth of Venus- a painting by I think Michelangelo but I'm not sure. It features Her father( forget his name but it means heaven)Gaea(Earth) and it's really pretty
Sixteenth Chapel.- a fresco worked on by Michelangelo, if you ask me I think it's funny, but that's a long story…
Fresco-painting on wet plaster
Okay, now you all now what kind of art freak I am. Sorry but I just wanted to make sure that everyone knew about all this before you read the story because I didn't want you to be all confused. That's all.
WRANING: the ending to this chapter is somewhat sad, but things like that happen in life. If you are a very sensitive person, get a box of tissues ready.
Okay, now I swear, this will be my last interruption before you start to read this story
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and show interest in this story and telling me to update. I read every one and was very touched. Sorry I couldn't update sooner, but like I said, I'm back. So with out farther ado…
Artemis closed the door to Richard's office and sighed. There was no hope off getting out soon. But he would get out. Artemis saw Ida come down the corridor. What does she want to do to me now, he thought.
" So, did you find out why you where here?" she asked.
"You do know that even the stupidest of criminal normally know why they committed their crime. Unless there mentally disabled."
Ida slapped him in the head hard.
"Don't you dare start to patronize me!" she shouted at him " I didn't commit a crime and I'm not a criminal!"
"Well then you will have to excuse my mistake. I didn't realize that kidnapping had become a community service."
"Oh, it a big service, Your community sent us tons of thank-you e-mails. Would you like me to show them to you?"
Artemis just ignored what she said.
"So why we're you looking for me?"
She put on a fake smile
"Because I'm the sweetest, kindest, bestest person that you will ever meet." She said in a mocking friendly voice. Then it got dark and her smile faded quickly away. "But really, I just don't want you walking around the house getting in everybody's way then wonder in to my space. Because, of course, you're not welcome in it."
"Well in that case, I can't wait to see the rest of this lovely home of yours."
Ida showed him the basic of the house. His room, the bathroom, kitchen, pool, spa, and of course, where her room was. Actually her 'room' was the whole west wing of the house. One master bed room, six guest room, small indoor Jacuzzi, indoor theater and a huge window pane, so that she could watch the sunset. But of course, she didn't show him all of this. She finally took him back to his room.
"You'll find that the maids have already put your things away for you. If you need anything, go and find Zenkai, Miguel or Mark, I'm sure you four will get along well together." She said as she stated to leave.
"Wait," Artemis called her back. She turned around and looked at him with her big brown eye.
"What is it that you want?" she said, but not in a harsh way.
"Well, I'm going to be here for a long time and there no way for my to escape. I was wondering if I could have me cell phone back."
Ida looked At him and then for a moment then reached deep into her pants pocket and pulled out and sleek, shinny sliver phone and tossed it to him.
Artemis frowned down upon the tiny phone
"This is not my phone." He said
"I know, it's a firefly. You can call papa, Zenkai, Miguel, Mark, Ever, Maféia or on curtain occasion, maybe even me. You can't make any outside calls. 'Outside calls' being anyone who's not on that list. I hope you didn't think I was stupid enough to give you your cell back. Well, I really must go now. 'Ciao." And with that' she left.
Artemis watched as she skipped down the hall and down the oak staircase. Seeing her skip her way out of site made her look like an innocent teenager, not a cruel ruthless kidnapper. He sighed and started off towards his room. He took a moment to note his surroundings. Pictures of Ida, Enzo and Richard where everywhere. There was even an occasionally picture of Miguel and Mark. Yet there was no picture of Ida's mother. Though Artemis found it somewhat interesting, it wasn't nearly as fascinating as what he came across next. In the middle of the long hallway there was a closet door with a fresco painting so marvelous that it could easily challenge the sixteenth chapel. It seemed like some strange mix of Birth of Venus and Primavera. Fairies flew high in the sky dancing and twirling about .Under them Flora, Mercury, the Three Graces, Artemis and Cupid were peering over the shoulder of a smiling Venus, who was holding a beautiful baby girl, . It was a little hard to look at the picture, seeing that it was painted sideways, but it was still a wondrous site. Artemis had half the mind to prey the door from its hinges and send the picture off to the nearest museum. But then he had another thought. What was behind that door? Was the painting a distraction? There had to be some reason to why it was there. Most likely, it was hiding something. And he was right. But it still wasn't anything that he was prepared for.
"….that is what they want! That is what they want to see! They jus' dun' sit there every afternoon to see some old blahbdy blah blah bullshit that we all go through! The want to see the passion, the action the drama! And you've got that. You feeling me here hun? Babe, you with me still? " Said Daniel Looree. He was the biggest name in soaps and working on the new season of the most watched show 'Built Me up Buttercup'.
A young girl looked up at him. Corn-silk hair shadowed her face, lucid sky blue eyes were lost in a nightmarish daydream, the pout on her full red lips told a story of fear and worry, and the was her delicate hand where placed beneath her chin show fading hope.
"Wha…Oh yah Passion, action, drama. Give it to them at full blast. Yah I feel you Dan"
"You know what babe? You should take this job more serious. I know that your new and all and you still think, wippin' ass is still the best thing in the world, But lady, you've got a thing. Not just anything but a serious talent to draw people to you. You've got that vive kido, you sure do. And trust me, acting is going to take you a lot farther in life then body guarding."
Juliet let a small smile cross her lips as she brushed away a few strands of hair from her eyes.
"Body guarding isn't just a job, it's a way of life. That's just how it is in my family. It require my full attention, focus and strength, and the pay is way better. Everyday brings something different, so I'm never board and I have to be prepared for anything. It's quite a thrill.
"But really, this is what I always wanted to do, ever since I was four. And see this tattoo? It took me nineteen years to earn it. No way am I just going to forget about it! Like I said earlier, I'll do this season but I highly doubt that I'll come back to do another one for you. My charge gets out of school in four days. If the season isn't finished being taped by then, then it's your problem not mine."
"You can't just get up and go! You have a contract! You're in on this for at least the next 3 seasons! And anyway, you have a party that you must attend next week. It really is mandatory that you go. So, sorry hun, but your stuck here."
"If that's what you really think," she said picking up a scripted and reviewing the lines "Let's get this tape rolling. The faster we finish the faster I can get rid of these horrible feelings"
It could have belonged to a fairy tale, that room. The ceiling had a picture of Venus and Flora showering there beauty and grace down upon the occupant. The room was made to give the illusion of being outside in a forest. There was dirt on the ground, trees and plants growing everywhere and even a artificial river. A cobble stone bridge allowed you to cross that river where a cobble stone play house. But the most spectacular part of the room, came form the half written tear stained letters poems and diary entries of a young and terrified Ida. She wrote about things she wittiness around the house. How her father beating her mother, how her uncle use to molested the maids, how everyday she had to hid in this room because her mother put some kind of a 'spell' on the door, so only the people wouldn't hurt her could come in. She wrote a letter to Santa Clause, asking for him to take away all the evil that was poisoning her family members and for her parents to go for at lest a week without fighting. But perhaps the most remarkable thing came from her last dairy entry.
May 1st 1999
Today should have given me celebration. Today should have given to happiness. On this day, the day that I should be using to celebrate my life, is the day I have to mourn my own mothers mortality. When I was born, they said that I was blessed by Venus, the goddess of beauty. But I tell you, I should have been blessed by the Madonna! Isn't she the goddess of life? I don't know, I'm confused. If I had the power of life, then I could bring her back to life again, like Jesus. Mama was shot. I found her laying on the floor. Her face looked so scared. Her eyes were frozen in pain. Father said it was one of the butlers that did it, but that it was simply an accident. So no charge would be pressed or something like that. But I bet it wasn't an accident, lately, I've been making quite a bit of mess around the house. They probably got mad at me, so they wait for me, but made a mistake and killed my mother instead? I'm the one that should be dead not her. She was an angel. Oh my god, it's my fault that she's dead! I really messed up! Because of me being stupid, my mother died!…..
A flood of emotion swamped Artemis at that very moment. He started to feel angry, empathic, sadness and even some longing. She had just turned nine the day she found her mother dead. He couldn't even began to image what kind of trauma was done to her physic, and apparently she had no one to really talk about that part of her life with. But she wasn't crazy. For the most part, she seemed clam, cool and collective. Over the past twelve hours, all Artemis saw in her was a smart-laic bitch. Yet now, he was one of the first to see her raw emotion and she her for what she truly was.
End Note: Okay I had to re-write this story you know, to put Holly in it. So all you Holly-lovers should thank me. But anyway quick question for all of you who read this story. Are you looking forward to an Arty + Holly story, Arty + Ida story Arty + Julie story or none of the above. It's not going to change anything about this story but I would still like to know. Oh and please leave comments! Thanks!