Precious Scarlet – Part 2

Read Part 1 – if you haven’t already

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My mother’s voice fades as I enter my room and lock the door. Why did she have to mention Sam?! He was the one part of my life I wish I could undo, yet he was the one part of my life that felt genuine and… right. He held the biggest piece of my heart, and destroyed it so easily… it’s almost laughable, if it weren’t still fresh in my mind.

“What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

The man in front of me, sighs and stares emotionlessly through my soul. “Let’s end this.”

“…No” I can’t bring myself to say anything more than that. My fiancé is not pleased with that response. His blank stare, which used to be so full of life and happiness is now replaced with frustration. When did he become like this. He sighs again, but I cut him off before he can break my heart further. “Why… Why are you saying this?”

I’m not even sure I want to know. But he doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even apologize. “You can keep the ring.” I’m lost for a second, as he wastes no time paying the bill for food we didn’t eat. He’s ready to leave, without even giving me a reason why he’s breaking up with me.

“Sam!” He turns after reaching the clear glass door.

“Goodbye Scar, I wish I could explain it to you…”

“Then explain!” I hopped from the chair, taking long strides to meet him. “Explain so I can understand, we can work through whatever it is!”

He sighs again but doesn’t answer. Finally, after the longest minute of my life, he traces the line of my jaw and gives a small frown, “I’m sorry, Scar.”

I sigh and fall face first on my bed. This is not how I imagined my day going.

In need of a distraction, I call up my best friend Nyssa. She answers almost immediately. I knew we were best friends for a reason. “So how was it?” I don’t even get to get to say hello first and she already knows.

“Ugh, don’t even get me started on the world’s most boring bachelor.”

She laughs, “Was it that bad?”

“It was worse.” I hold back a dull groan, “I don’t even remember what he was talking about, so I left.”

She laughs hysterically, “You just left him, poor guy.”

“Poor me, just blah, blah, blah for TWO hours!”

“Geez, girl, I’m surprised you even stayed that long.”

“Weren’t you just saying you felt bad for him?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Yea, before you said two hours.” I can almost see her rolling her eyes. “So what’d your mom think about it?”

“Ugh! Don’t even go there.” Now I’m rolling my eyes. My mom never knows when to quit. “She blew her top on this one. Says she has another one planned for tomorrow.”

“Seriously?! Where does she find all these guys?”

I shrug even though she can’t see me.

“So who is it this time?” She asks, almost as if she knew I shrugged.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” I’m not gracing another one of my mom’s choices with my presence again. But, knowing my mother, she won’t give in easily. “If I do end up going though, I’m going to need an escape.”

She laughs, like she was expecting me to say that. “No worries, I got you.”

Of course, “I knew we were best friends for a reason!”

By the time we get off the phone, it’s almost 2am and I’m dreading tomorrow. Knowing my mother, she’ll have some way to trap me into going to the date; I just have to be ready to one up whatever she’s planned.

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?


Transient Fireworks

So I’m sure we’ve all had our fair share of crushes. The kind where you stare at them from afar hoping someday they would stare back. Watching time fly as you continue making excuses why you can’t possibly talk to him/her, how s/he couldn’t possibly know you exist. Or maybe yours was a bit different. […]

Where did it all go?

I remember when I first started writing. I was eleven and to say I wasn’t very good at it, would be a major understatement. I would stare off into space imagining scenarios and dialogue, trying to piece together what was running through my mind faster than I could process. My mom used to tell me to stop “cracking my brain” and I still wonder how managed to make thinking sound like such a awful thing to do.

I remember having all these different plots and characters swimming my brain with nowhere to go. I wasn’t good enough at the time to effectively put them on paper, so I practiced. I would write on anything i could find, paper, napkins, homework… Before I knew it, I could type about as fast as I could think – with tons of typos, but still.

Along the way, my mother stopped bothering me about staring off into space – her defense being “at least I wasn’t cutting myself or getting a boyfriend like others in my age group.

As I grew older, however, things changed. My high expectations for my future choked the happiness out of writing. Instead of stories, I wrote research papers and essays. I didn’t want to write anymore. I didn’t want to be smarter than everyone in my year. I didn’t want to become some big name academic, but writing for fun was never an option.

Now… with time on my hands, I finally get to relax and sit by the keyboard. I am astonished by the emptiness that is my mind.

Where did it all go?

Where are my stories?

Where is the fun?

I don’t know.

Precious Scarlet – Part 1

Blah, Blah-Blah, Blah… I continue staring at the man in front of me. Sure he’s handsome, I guess, but honestly all he’s done the entire ‘date’ is talk to himself. I say he’s talking to himself because I’d be lying if I said I heard a word he’s said. His lips continue moving and by now I’m beyond annoyed.

Why am I even here? I have much better things to do than stare at a man’s lips move. If they were saying something important, I might not mind so much, but this guy’s been talking about how much he loves his horses or whatever for the past hour!

How can a person even talk that long?!

“Scarlet?” he asks, looking a bit disturbed. “Are you listening?”

I smile and nod. If I were to answer honestly, I’m sure he wouldn’t like it. He continues talking, but it’s all muted to my ears. Thank God for selective hearing.

Completely bored out of my mind, I decide to scan the diner we’re having our ‘date’ in. It’s small and the walls are a unique faded red. The tables are a light brown that has obviously been used for more than several years. The reason my mother chose this place for me to have a blind date, I would never know. Surprisingly enough, it’s actually pretty calm and comfortable in here. Maybe if not for this boredom of a date, I might actually enjoy myself.

Ugh, I’ve had enough! Turning back to my droning date, I silence him with a hand on top of his across the slightly wet table. “Do you mind? I have to use the ladies room.” I flash a dazzling smile and without waiting for an answer, I pick up my clutch purse and head for the exit.

A distinct scowl reaches my face and I reach the door just as his voice registers for the first time since we introduced ourselves, “That’s not the way to the bathroom…”

My scowl molds into a smirk, of course it isn’t.

It takes me half a minute to reach the diner’s parking lot where my pearly white beauty sits waiting for me. It calls me closer as I unlock its doors.

Glancing back at the building, I manage to notice my date waving at me. Aww, he’s saying hi! That would be cute, if he weren’t so boring. As I drive closer to him, I notice that he is not waving to say hi. He’s actually looking rather shocked and furious. Hmm, maybe he actually enjoyed the date?

As I drive by, I send him a smirk and a wink for good measure. Maybe he’ll decide not to tell my mother I just ditched him.

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“I can’t believe you ditched your date!” A shrill scream startles me right as I enter the door to my home. What a welcome. Whatever happened to ‘how was your day?’

I sigh and force my way inside as my mother, Ruth Winters continues glaring at me. I cross the living room and enter the kitchen. I drop my purse on the counter and ruffle through the fridge even though I just ate less than fifteen minutes ago.

I finally spot what I’m looking for just as the refrigerator door slams in my face. “Answer me, what were you thinking?!” Her voice is higher than before, and I honestly wish for my selective hearing to kick in. “I picked a nice man for you! The least you could do is show some gratitude!”

I finally turn to her only to notice that she’s extremely dressy for a day in the house. I ignore it and formulate my words carefully, who knows when she could blow a fuse. “I didn’t ditch him, mother. I simply left early.”

She literally goes from furious to completely and utterly enraged; “Don’t you dare take that tone with me young lady!” I can only think, what tone?

I stand my ground, “Mom, I’m twenty two! I can handle myself and my love life and I don’t need you to set me up with the world’s most boring bachelors!”

Her eyes relax a bit, but her words don’t show that she’s any less angry. “Really, and what happened last time you ‘handled your love life’?”

I frown, reminded of why exactly we’re having this argument. “Mistakes happen all the time, you know that.”

“Not when you dated for five years.” Her words slap me across the face, hard and completely right.

Yet I still deny, “You’re just saying that because you didn’t like him.”

She sighs, “You know exactly how I felt about Samuel.” She takes my hand. I expect she’s trying to make me feel better. It isn’t working very well, or at all. “That’s why I’m trying to help you.”

I take my right hand back. “Well, I don’t need your help, and don’t expect me to go on another blind date. I’m done.” I turn from her just as she screams something else, completely taking me off guard.

“You have a date tomorrow, I won’t tolerate you ditching this one.”

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Move on to Part 2 !