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PROLOGUE
Alia ran to her closet and flung the doors open. She stared intently at her mall of clothes before releasing a piercing scream that almost broke all the glass doors in her room.
"WHAT.THE HELL.AM.I.GOING.TO.WEAR!!" she shouted, tears almost welling up in her eyes. She fished hastily for her iPhone and reread her last message, wanna join me for pizza at five?
She walked over to her bed and collapsed on it.... and sank her head in the warm silk duvet.
"MOM!" she cried.. her voice barely sounding through the blanket her head was buried in. Sure enough, her mother heard her, and she was soon rushing up the huge staircase to her daughters room with some brownies and some lemonade.
" Honey, whats up?" Carson said flinging her arm over her daughter's shoulder. Alia lifted her face and lay it on her mothers lap.
" I don't think I should go mom... Gavin asked me out" Alia said almost in tears. Her mother ran her fingers through Alia's delicate hair.
" If you don't want to... you don't have to... but I've already asked a taxi to come pick you up, just like you asked me to. Do you want me to send it back?" Carson asked softly. Alia shook her head and sighed. She then quickly looked up at her mothers face and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
" No mom. I'll go. You only live once... remember. Make the most of it." Alia said sprinting up and jumping into her massive closet, but rushed back to her mother to pick a brownie.
" You're the best mom......" she said then paused, "I think the taxi has come," Alia said looking out of her balcony door. She rushed out of the house tugging her mother along.
" Bye dad!!" she yelled up the staircase and then turned briskly to her mom. " you are coming to drop me off..... right?"
Her mom smiled and they were both seated at the back of the car ridding off to pizza hut.
Alia was nervous. She was so tense that her heartbeat could be felt in her throat and her face turned blazing red. Her hands trembled viciously as she reapplied her mascara for the third time in five minutes. She wanted it to be perfect. She wanted herself to be perfect.
" Im not staying with you on your date Alia...... " Carson said . " are you nervous?" she asked reaching for the warm cushion that was her daughters hand.
" I have something for you.... I was planning on giving it to you when you got married.... but.... this is just as good .. right?" they both smiled. Carson handed her daughter a black box engulfed with black velvet with gold plats running down the corners. Alia fumbled with the box but managed to pry it open. Inside it, was a platinum rose pendant with diamond and crystal embellishments. the chain was composed of silver strips woven delicately together. Under the chain was a plaque with the words "a rose for a rose" in scripted on it.
" Mother I..I.. dont know what to......"
And just before her sentence was complete the car jerked momentarily sending Alia and her mother hurling to the door. An upward thrust from the opposite side forced the car onto its side. The lasting impact was so great that it left Alia's face drenched in blood just like her foot. Her face was scarred mercilessly as it braised coldly across the broken glass. The world came to a standstill as the windows shattered as a result of the friction between the car and the tarmac which in turn released tons of blazing sparks into the broad daylight. Carson's head lay forced between two chairs and her leg trapped in a metal protrusion, oozing aimlessly with blood. She let out a distressed scream for help which took up all her ability except the one to still cling on to Alia's hand. Carson tensed her neck to try and get a better view of Alia whose face was now drenched in blood and tears cascading down her ravished complexion.
"You are a flower Alia.." Carson muttered in agony under the weight of the collapsing roof ".... you are my rose."
YOU ARE READING
Three kisses and a tear
Romance"A pretty girl, with pretty eyes and a pretty figure.... that's what you would expect a guy like him to love...right? But look at me... where would I fit into a world of romance...when I don't even know how it feels to be loved." After a fatal crash...
