DECEPTION Vol.1 [COMPLETE ]

PROLOGUE

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DECEPTION Volume. 1
Turbulent Desire Series
by Ericka Santana

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July 5, 2007

Isola Del Giglio

Prologue

JC:

"Why did you have to take her with you, Goddammit?" I screamed aloud in a house empty but for sad memories.

I took a swig from the last Campari bottle. I had been drinking non-stop for three days. The Roman authorities had informed me of my parents' untimely deaths three days ago. They were still investigating what caused my parents' horrific car accident. I hadn't slept since then, nor had I been sober. The living room, once my mother's favorite part of the house, was wrecked. The floor was covered with empty bottles, cans, half-smoked weed, cigarettes, and other trash.

Mother, wherever you are now, please hear me out. I'm sorry, Mama, I'm so sorry for blaming you all this time and punishing you when he was the cause of our suffering.

"I loved her-God, You know that-but I never told her how much."

I can remember when I was about three years old, my father left the island for Rome. We had the house to ourselves for two days. She made those two days the happiest days of my entire life. She built the perfect blanket fort big enough for both of us. We joked, played hide and seek, she gave me a bath for the first time that I could remember. I loved it, her hands washed my hair so carefully, making sure the shampoo wouldn't run into my eyes. I could not stop staring at her emerald eyes. Mama looked at me with so much love, her lips curled up in a smile that highlighted her beautiful face. She was so young, the most beautiful mother on the island. I was so proud to be her son.

After we took a bath, we lay inside the fort. She had strung up Christmas lights so the inside would gleam like stars. She read me a bedtime story and I fell asleep in her arms.

The next day when I woke up, she wasn't inside the blanket fort anymore. I took my blanket and went to look for her. First I looked in the kitchen, then the bathroom, then her bedroom, but she was nowhere to be found. I got scared and started to cry out for her desperately.

"Mama, Mama, where are you?" I sobbed, hugging my blanket and pressing it against my chest.

"Jean Carlo, your uncle is taking you with him, he'll bring you back in a couple of days," my father said to me.

"Mama! Where is Mama? I want my Mama!" I cried inconsolably.

"Stop crying like a girl, Jean Carlo, she is not yours, she is mine!" my father shouted at me. I was scared of him when he did that; his face made me think of a monster, ready to eat me.

Now the memory returns to haunt me, infuriating me. I shouted aloud to the empty room then crawled to the coffee table, where several lines of cocaine were ready to be snorted in hopes it would ease my pain. One snort wasn't enough, of course. I could not stop until it was all gone. After three days of trying to numb the pain with alcohol and drugs, I fell asleep on the floor, naked and surrounded by trash, like a vagrant.

When I awoke I had no notion of time. Had it been hours? Or days? I had no idea. I sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa for support, and held my head with both hands. As I fought the waves of nostalgia that came over me, I remembered the accident. Once again, I was overcome with guilt for the time I had wasted, time taking drugs and fucking women-time I could have spent with my mother.

"I am sorry, Mama, for making your last days of your life so miserable," I said quietly, my voice trembling.

Then I remembered Skylar.

Oh, my God! What have I done?

Flashes came back to me-the things I'd said, the way I'd behaved.

"No!" I shouted.

I pulled myself up from the floor, ignoring the agonizing pain in my head and a sudden burning on my back. I groped for my clothes, but the only thing I found was my pants.

"Where the fuck are my clothes?" I muttered. Fuck the clothes-I need to go to her!

I pulled my pants on over my nakedness and rushed out in the direction of Sky's villa as fast as I could, not even feeling the stones on the road against my bare feet. The lacerations on my back were agonizing now, throbbing with each step I took.

When I arrived at Sky's villa, I pounded on the front door, not caring what her family thought of me, but no one answered.

"Sky, open the door! Please, we need to talk!" I shouted desperately.

I went to the nearest window, opened it and climbed in, only to find that the villa was empty-no people, no luggage, nothing. I panicked, my heart raced in despair as I tried to think how to find her.

Suddenly the loud sound of the ferry horn sounded from the port.

Please, God, let Sky and her family still be on Giglio.

I rushed out of the villa and ran toward the port, hoping to catch the ferry before it left for the mainland.

When I arrived at the harbor, the ferry was gone. I could see it receding in the distance, taking with it my last chance at happiness. I lost all my strength. My knees buckled, and I could no longer hold back the tears. Not even my lacerated back or troubled childhood memories hurt as much as the pain of losing Sky. I knew I had lost her forever, and the thought of never seeing her again was excruciating.

"Sky, you're my Cielo!" I shouted as so many beautiful memories from the past few days came into my mind.

Her contagious laughter, the way she kissed me, her soft porcelain skin, and her beautiful turquoise eyes gleaming at me. The way my name sounded in her voice ... Oh, my God, don't take her away from me, please, I beg you, not her, not my Sky.

"Sky!" I screamed with all my strength, then fell on my knees, devastated and defeated. "God, I deny you and curse you for taking away my Heaven! From this moment on, You do not exist for me!"

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