《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
the beauty of imperfection; the acceptance of the circle of life and death.
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People dancing, enjoying their freedom and life - I wish I had. I walked up to the bar and asked for a whiskey on the rocks, to kick off the night ahead of me.
I could feel a man staring at me from behind. I just came here to get drunk not to get laid. Ignoring him, sipping on my whisky the warm, alcohol-filled malt burning my throat. His hands crawled up my back.
"Hello, baby girl. You lost?" - Is this man for real now? Do I look like I am lost?
"No, I am just getting a drink. Thanks" He looked me up and down and moved his hand down my back, down to my thigh. "You look sexy in that red dress -" Moving his hand up my thigh, pushing his fingers against my underwear. I gripped my glass; holding my breath - "Imagine with it off" - It shattered.
Fuck it!
Taking the gun out from underneath my dress, pushing the tip of the barrel right between his eyes. All the colour flushed away pulling the trigger, sending a metal bullet through his brain. His body fell backwards hitting a dancing woman.
The music muffled the guns sound, but the screeching screams of drunk girls were louder. Walking out of the club, I took off my heels throwing them in the trash. Walking up the pavement, the cops and ambulances raced down the road to the club, the sirens slowly disappearing behind me.
Back home, I find my grandfather standing in the driveway looking at the dead guards, laying in their blood bath - Why is he here? Why is my grandfather here?
"Did you do this? You killed these innocent men, Aideen?" He questions me with a shocked look. The feeling of guilt never crossed my face, just being tired and annoyed. He crossed himself, moving his hand from his forehead to the centre of his chest, over his left shoulder to his right shoulder, then looked upholding a cross in his hand.
"Aideen why did you do this? Did you do this in anger for your father?" - My father? Anger? My eyes opened, frowning my brows in confusion. What is this old man talking about? "Nonna? What happened to Papa?!" Standing there in shock, confused as to how I didn't know something.
The warm colour streetlights started to reflect off his glistening eyes - Is Nonna tearing up? "Aideen, my dear. Your Father is dead" - What?
I dropped as I felt numb, my eyes instantly tearing up. No, no, no - He was going to Italy for the yearly ball. I woke up this morning to be informed by Winston that he left - never saying goodbye.
"No, no, no. Your lying"
A tightness began in my chest, the air feels as if blades were cutting at my throat for air. A headache developed as my anguished heartbeats got slower and deeper. Even though he never loved me, after my mother passed - I was crushed with grief for a man that never cared.
My Grandfather was holding back so much pain in his eyes, grieving over the death of his son. "He got into a crossfire. It was too late to help him by the time the ambulance came."
Standing at the front gate. The sirens of cops and ambulances drove up the road from the club. The sirens echoed in my ears. The red and blue lights flashed before my eyes. He is gone; He is dead.
Waking up with cold sweat all over my body. My worst dream was a true nightmare.
I rolled out of bed and walked downstairs to get some fresh air. Walking past our bedroom, I saw Harrison laying asleep, on top of the bedsheets, still in his button-down and suit pants. Gripping the railing of the stairs, walking down. The Moonlight shined through the windows, shining over my body after each step.
The crescent moon was bright as the gentle snow fell onto the trees - How can this still hurt after so many years?
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A door creaking open, footsteps down the hall. I turn off my phone, closing my eyes; She stood there watching me before walking downstairs. I have always been a night owl, reading or working with the moon high in the sky.
Following her wondering why she is up? Finding her staring out of the kitchen window, admiring the snowfall over the dark green, night forest - She also likes looking at the sky. Watching the clouds move, as the stars twinkle.
To breathe in the frosty air. The Moon is her friend. Rain is her comfort. Life is hell. The day is a nightmare.
Sleep is heaven as if Death is a dream. Happiness is an illusion. Emptiness is our reality - We are in the same boat.
Stepped into the moonlight, she could see my reflection through the window, creeping up behind her.
She pulls out her gun, turns around and aims it at me. I put my hands up in the air, standing still.
"Please leave me alone" She whimpered. Her eyes? She looked up at me, eyes open, face frowning as if something was eating at her - Is she crying?
