Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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She would get there even if it meant having to push a boulder up a hill. Metaphorical speaking, that's what it felt like.
But with a renewed sense of purpose, she flew to her room and opened up her closet. Which was a mess simply because she had too much stuff in the first place and not the mental energy to organize it all. She did't really need to. She hasn't been going out, and thought she forgot how to dress up or do her makeup, feeling that she had lost touch with reality.'
But it all came back to her, as soon as she put the brush next to her skin, and painted her face the way she paints her canvases. Not thinking, letting it flow freely thought her.
Before zipping her dress all the way up on the side, she stopped at the snake bite to check it, and was relieved to see that it was healing swiftly. Now, it was nothing more than a scar. One of the many scars he gave her...
Now that she was ready to go, she had to figure out how she would actually get there, but she thought putting one foot in front of the other ought to do it, which is why she didn't' think to consider any of this earlier.
She decided to do it the old fashioned way. Tiptoeing out into the backyard, nobody was on alert because nobody was expecting this from her. Not even her.
From there, she walked a few paces, far away form the house so that no one would hear her.
She called a cab and waited.
She started to get nervous when it didn't come though, wondering if she gave them the wrong address, or if simply the universe thought she shouldn't do this.
10 minutes in of hoping that er green dress blended in well enough with the trees, she wa about to call again, when she heard the car pull up.
Form there, she knew it was a matter of making it into the cart. And even if anyone did hear her, at that point she'd already be on her way. The rest of the consequences he could deal with later.
She passed by some local garden workers, who took a good look at her but had no idea of the drama going in within the household so they said nothing. In fact, the sound of them working worked splendidly to cover up her getaway.
Getting into the old fashioned cab, she told the driver to drive before giving him directions, to which he obliged gladly as she shoved him a tip before they even started moving.
From there, they were off. She calmly gave him the directions to the Daime church, praying to God that Latricia got the address right.
As the lsuh greenery whirled passed her, she was in disbelief that tonight she might actually see him. After all this time.
It was like she was moving too quickly, so excited by the idea, that it was only then that the wave of fear caught up to her. She didn't know why, but all of a sudden she was washed over with doubt.
What am I doing? She asked herself. Her throat constricting, her chest heavy.
Was she strong enough for this?
But then her favourite words echoed in her mind:
Are you being driven by fear or love?
And she remembered that she made promise to herself no that long ago to always choose love.
So she stayed on her course, convincing herself she was ready to take on whatever the night held in store for her.
