RED

Prologue

All Rights Reserved. AnneLee04. 2012.

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RED - Prologue

                “There are some things life can’t give us. We may want to become professional singers and even though how hard we tried, we still can’t get what we want. There are also things we are lucky to have that other people might be jealous of. Others want to have the gift of writing, which I am really lucky to have. Life is unfair. And we need to learn how to play its games to make it fair enough for us. Sitting here in front of my laptop thinking of ways to please people isn’t as easy as cooking in order to appeal the customer’s appetite.”

                I remembered the time when I sat here in front of my laptop thinking of the things I wanted to say to the world. It was so surreal I became one of New York Time’s Bestselling Authors. Unbelievable. Whoa. Amazing. Every time I heard those words I felt overwhelmed by it. I felt warm because people feel awed about my success. But sometimes, I regretted how things in life had gone for me. There were things I really wanted to do and yet I seemed not to make it happen. There were things I really didn’t want to do but it actually happened without my notice. There was once a guy who captured my heart. He had gone so far, he was from the far side of the world. He was so unreachable. He was my everything. And then I realized I was in love with him. It was funny how things went with us. He was a singer and a songwriter at the same time, a beautiful sweet poet and a lover of words. I couldn’t imagine living without him. But his fame took him away and it crushed my whole being. He just saw me as an instrument to the kingdom of Hollywood. What could I say? My father was a record producer. He helped him to let his music be known to the whole world. I thought he loved me. He said those words during Prom. He loved me, I loved him and that was the most important thing that had happened in my whole life. It hurt. He sucked. And I hated him for that.

                That was twelve years ago. I was too naïve. I did not know I entered the world of trouble. I was this innocent shy girl who would sit down at the corner and read a book. And then he saw me. He told me he was fascinated with the way my eye would twitch, a sign that I was frustrated whenever I never could get the things I want. He said I was the most beautiful girl he had laid his eyes on and he told me how he wanted to marry me someday. Those bubbly words were all lies, lies from his deceptive mouth. The door opened, making me jump, breaking the train of thoughts I had in mind. Dad came in, with an envelope clutching in his hands. He was well-clothed today, which was really unusual of him. When he was at home, he would wear ponchos. He was pretty weird but I still loved him. He wore his usual façade, but there was something different with the way his eyes sparkled. There was something fishy coming out here.

                “Good evening dad, how was work?” I asked with the usual greeting I give to him whenever he comes home with a tired weary face.

                “It was okay,” he answered giving more emphasis to the last word. There was something going on. Something wrong, I might add.

                “Is there something you’d want to tell me? I think there’s something wrong with the way you’re telling me,” I said as I shut my laptop off and placed it properly at my desk, making sure it wouldn’t fall.

                He cleared his throat and huffed out a breath before letting out the words from his mouth. “We’re going to a gala with the Parkers.” My heart skipped a beat. P-Parker? Of all this time, why now? Why would he bother invite us? My eyes nearly fell out of my sockets. This was preposterous. I took a lungful of deep breath before choking myself to death.

                “P-Parker? As in Mr. Ryan Parker? Dad, you’re kidding me,” I replied. Dad knew I hated Ryan Parker’s guts. He was the guy I had been talking about. He was the guy who promised me the world, the one guy who broke my heart, the guy who used me for his dreams. Dad never hated him, he just felt disappointed and down with him. He always wanted to have a son like him that was why he never hated that guy.

                “Yes,” he whispered.

                “No! I won’t go! You can go dad. I still have a lot of things to do with my upcoming novel,” I said, shrieking like a mad woman.

                “Ryan invited you,” he mumbled, audible enough for me to hear.

                “Inviting me? Why? So that he would tell me that his plan succeeded? I’m done with that stage,” I spoke bitterly with every word like an acid.

                “He always loved you, Hannah,” he defended, honesty clear in his eyes. I cringed hearing those words. Love. If he loved me, then why did he leave me? Why did he leave me at the edge of the cliff? WHY?! I wanted to shout those words to him. He was a douche bag. I would never forgive him, couldn’t my dad understand?

                “No!” I insisted, balling my hands into fists, “He left me with nothing at all. I will not go. Was, is, and will never be going!” I stormed off away and went to my bed, crying myself out of frustration. I hated my dad tonight, I hated how he treated Ryan like nothing happened. I hated Ryan Parker. He was, at all, the source of shattering my dreams, my heart and my soul. I would never forget what he did to me.