Beloved Revenge (on hold)

Chapter 2 - The Attic

I looked into Kyra's rich brown eyes and knew I loved her. She was wearing her Victorian gown, custom made for the Mayor's daughter's birthday. Only if I could get her alone, without her father hovering.

I leaned enough so that my mouth was by her ear and whispered, "I think we may need to sneak away from your father."

She immediately looked over to her right where a few feet away her father stood. He was a lot different then my own father. For instance he let Kyra choose music. My father thought music, especially the cello, was an ignorant choice for my life. No matter how many times I told him that it meant the world to me. She did even more than my cello.

We soon snuck out through the back door of the house and walked down the street, holding hands as we went.

"Where do you want to go?" Kyra asked squeezing my hand.

"I was thinking . . . my house." I replied with a little smile at the end, if she saw it or not.

"That sounds wonderful." She mused before coming to my chest in a warm embrace, still walking.
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Soon my family's plantation came into view. The brick and columns, all lit up with moonlight.

Kyra stopped, pulling away and walked a few steps forward alone. "I've always wanted to go inside the Abbott plantation." She said turning, with a little smirk of her own.

When Kyra turned back around to look at the plantation, I ran up behind her and swept her off her feet. Carrying her, I whispered, "Well then let me show you around."

Then I kissed her soft lips and headed for the house.

"Where first Archie?" She asked as I stepped onto the porch.

"I was thinking the attic would be good." I opened the extravagant front door into the foyer. In the big open area I took off my boots before I stepped on the red and gold rug.

Kyra clung to me a little tighter when we started going up the hidden old wooden stairs. "Why the attic?" She asked with pure curiosity.

When we were on the landing I set her down on her feet saying "This is why."

My bed was in the corner all nice and neat, with the wardrobe not far. The rustic floors creaked as I walked over to my wardrobe, opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. I wandered over to my bed and sat down.

"Why do you sleep up here?" Kyra said slowly walking farther into the room.

I looked in her eyes and then back at the floor, "Lets just say that my parents really disapprove of my choice of music."

She sat on the bed next to me and put her hand on mine, "That does not mean they can hide you in an attic! What do your brothers think of this?"

"The only one that even talks to me is Jasper. Which is not often since mother and father do not like them to."

"I am sorry your family does not support you." Kyra said putting her arms around me in a comforting way.

I put my own arms around her and said, "No need, love."

She started pulling away and I pulled back until her face was a mear inch from mine. Then I kissed her with the most love I could ever possess, soon turning into more. We ended up falling onto the bed.

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I awake, met with tears streaming down my face. As much as I love the memories, they bring back the realization that no matter what, she's gone. I take a glance around the room I'm in.

Looking to the right closer to me I notice that I'm on a bed, and that everything that was in my pockets is now on the table. Yet, past that, in the corner, I see a girl in a chair.