For Always

[xAddisonx1013]

The summer was fading; quickly launching itself into cool auburn tones. Sunsets came sooner, the purples danced across the universe, The pinks sprinted through the ozone painting themselves against that large blue "canvas". The colours splashed through the cracked windows of an abandoned lighthouse. The voice of a young girl echoed within the walls.
"Alan ...we are going to get so busted ..."
"They won't find us if you stop talking... and besides... we don't have that much further"
She had no idea where she was. "All I know is we've climbed a hell of a lot of stairs..." Amanda whined and began to toy with the rough end of the bandanna that was tied around her eyes she had no shoes on, and the cement was cool and smooth against the sunburned soles of her feet. In the distance she could hear the splashing of kids swimming in the ocean and the faint sound of the lifeguards whistle.
"Alan ... I need to be down there... I have to work soon..."
"We're almost there Mandy ... patience ..."
Their fingers were linked, she felt safe with him, completely secure. Through all this though, she still managed to be uncomfortable. It had been hot all day, and Mandy hated surprises. She began to lift the edge of her blindfold, the sunlight streamed in, creating temporary darkness.
"NO PEEKING!!"
"Alan!" she groaned, but lowered the makeshift blindfold
She opened her mouth to protest again, but Alan placed a finger over her lips.
"Hush..."
A sea breeze whipped through the broken window. It was too warm to be comforting.
"Ok... open" he whispered in her ear as he untied the blindfold
"Oh…my...wow..."
Alan couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. From atop the lighthouse, she could see, feel, hear and smell the ocean as it lapped up against the rocks bellow them. The salt smell filled her nostrils. She rested her head against his shoulders. Mandy closed her eyes, inhaling again. He kissed her, brushing his lips over hers, softly, gently caressing. She stared up at him. His chocolate brown eyes glistened in the light. His hair fell in messy curls framing his youthful face. He was glued to her, like a child is glued to his favorite television program. Her smoky eyes sparkled like diamonds with unshed tears about to brim over, her eyes became a portal, the hurt in her past was evident through them... behind this facade that had become her daily life. The ocean breeze had toustled and knotted her bleached blonde hair, Alan ran his fingers through it. He cradled her in his arms, protecting. She smelled of his soap, of tender rain and fresh spring mornings. She flashed him a soft warm smile.
"Senza lei non sono niente" he whispered
"Alan ll mio amore."
"One more question Mandy ..."
"Yeah?"
"Was it worth the walk?"
"Isn't it always?"

[J'adore]

awwww I loved it

[Beautiful Tragedy]

That! was by far! the most welwritten short story ever

[xAddisonx1013]

This is ... idk just tell me what you think.


She walks into the party, music is blasting, people are laughing, taking slow sips of beer, knocking back shots, and a sense of uncertainty overtakes her. Coming was a mistake. She glances at her childish jeans, tee-shirt, make-up free face and then around the room at the array of high school sophomores in their sparkly tops and deep red lipstick. Just as she is about to turn and leave, feeling that an eight grader doesn’t belong at a high school party, she feels the tap on her shoulder.
“Wanna dance?” he says seductively. Her jaw drops slightly; his Irish brogue is entrancing, with hair as dark as night, and eyes a stunning jade green that compliment his olive skin tone. She knows him from around the school, Pierce Tacoma is his name. He has many friends, and many more girl-friends. He could have anyone easily.
‘So, why me?,’ she wonders silently.

And that’s where it all begins.

I wrapped my arms around him, locking my fingers between each other, and everything seems to melt away. I no longer felt like a little kid who wears her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. But I couldn’t seem to shake that lingering why did he pick me feeling. That is, until he kissed me. Moving a loose strand of hair away from my eye, he cupped my face in his hand and told me I was beautiful. I was speechless. No one had ever said that to me before. In that moment, I was gone; completely his.
Weeks passed and I was still in my “first kiss” daze, and before I knew it, he was introducing me as his “girlfriend, Kate”. Hearing those words for the first time brought a wide grin to my face, an unmistakable sense of belonging. I was dating the school stud and I was barely 14. I asked him once, the question that had been eating away at me, “Why me? You could have anyone…” and his answer was simple, and poetic. “Why not?”
Dating him seemed to change me, while I attended a catholic high school, and had to wear a plaid skirt each day, I began to dress up slightly; I entered a different community. I rolled my skirt up like the upperclassmen, left my top two shirt buttons un-done and wore make-up. I fit in with the upperclassmen because I was dating one of them. In their eyes, I was “cool”, where to kids my own age, I was nothing. I didn’t even know half of them by name.

She keeps her relationship a secret from her family because they are extremely conservative and the house had two major rules: No dating until you’re sixteen, and no drugs. Pierce was okay with the secret. He said he only wanted her.

Always and Forever.

So I’d sneak out to meet him, for years, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, his car always parked in the familiar spot at the end of my street. He always had clothes ready for me, saying he enjoyed being able to do little things like pick out my outfit. I didn’t see this as the first warning sign; I was too blinded by love.

She stares blankly at him. The words, the curses fly from his mouth, accusations unfounded. ‘When…’ she wonders, ‘would I have time to be with someone else?’ Tears well in her eyes, she can’t cry. Won’t allow herself. His fist connects with her cheek for the first time, its knocks loose those tears; it stings bitterly. They recoil from each other, He stares at his fist, like its unfamiliar, a weapon he never knew he had. The apologies begin to spew forth. She forgives him at once; it was a fluke and will never happen again.

But it does

I remember the taste of those first tears, the sting of the first bruise, and the way the first lie slid off my tongue, “I hit my head on the car door.” In retrospect, it sounds stupid, I never would have believed myself, why anyone else did, I don’t know. Maybe I’m not supposed to.

He tells her that she’s fat. That she’s ugly and no one but him could ever want her. Each day goes by, she feels like an empty shell; every move she makes, every step she takes is one executed to please him. Slowly she eats less, starving herself to try and become what he wants. What he wants can never be achieved, his desires are insatiable.
But she never stops trying.

. Things got progressively worse over the years, sixteen, then seventeen. I lost my friends, and the only community I belonged to was the one he allowed; his community. Where at the start of the relationship I felt he had given me a whole new community, in addition to the one I already had, I now felt isolated and alone. He was all I had, and when he wasn’t hitting me, it was great. I loved the way I fit perfectly into his arms, the way he pushed little hairs away from my eyes. And when we fought, I always felt it was my fault. Even after he hit me, I ended up apologizing. I was never unfaithful, never once had I lied to him, but it didn’t matter, everything was always my fault.

“Not tonight. I’m too tired,” she whispers, in the hopes he will see the exhaustion clearly marked on her face, and just let her sleep. She’s taking an immense course load her senior year, and felt overloaded. All she is asking for was one night off. He forces her back against a wall; she can already smell the vodka on his breath. Unfazed, it’s a smell she’d become used to, she can’t remember a time when he’s been sober lately. She struggles lightly, hoping his drunken state will weaken him. She feels a single tear escape her eyes; knowing her strength is no match for his, she lets him have her.

And continues to.

The lies came more easily as time went by; eventually people stopped asking questions. I became this quiet girl who only existed to please him. I wore my hair the way he demanded, and, my face always fresh and make-up free. I hadn’t made a decision on my own since I was fifteen.
So when I made the decision to go to college, even though it was against his wishes, he was furious. I told him that I needed to discover who I really was. He couldn’t seem to grasp that concept, but was willing to move to an apartment near the college campus. We could still be together; we would always be together.
That summer, I got a job as a teller in a bank. I needed to fund my education. Ecstatic about the future that awaited me, I always seemed to be happy at work. I made friends there; they liked me for who I was and never tried to change anything. I looked forward to going, to laughing and making jokes, something I hadn’t been able to do in a long time.

I went to work after he hit me once. The bruise a minor one, easily covered by my hair. But, I faltered and tied that back at one point, revealing it to everyone. And for the first time, I stuttered over a lie. They knew, and they wouldn’t let it continue.

And it doesn’t.

The next month was the hardest month of my life. I left for college; a new community, and my chance to start over. He called non-stop, even showed up at my dorm room a few times, but never once did I falter. He no longer owned me.
It’s not easy to cut ties with someone, especially someone who controls and intimidates you. He broke me, but in my new community setting, I have become someone else. My hair is no longer blonde, I’ve developed a sense of style, I love to dress up and wear make-up. The one piece of jewelry he bought me, a small three stone diamond ring, I still wear every day. It serves as a reminder of what I went through, and what I will never subject myself to again.

I’m not broken. I refuse to be.

[Beautiful Tragedy]

That. Was soo good. Im gonna save it on my computer. You did a magnificent job Kate I loved it!


xx Al

ps. miss ya :/