Lie to Me

Chapter Nine:

Hey guys! sorry for the long wait, life sort of gets in the way.  Anyway, spring break is on its way so hopefully I'll get a few chapters done during it! So the youtube link is a song from Pan's Labyrinth(great movie) and this is what i imagined Roseyln playing, without the piano ofcourse!  Hope you enjoy this chapter, it took a while to write.

-paint5066

Chapter Nine:

     “Will you rest tonight, Ms. Roselyn?”  Charlotte asked her skeptically.  Charlotte helped untie her corset, and helped her into nightwear.  “I do not know what ever you mean, Charlotte.  I-”  “Enough of this,” Charlotte snapped, “you’re resting tonight Ms. Roselyn."  Roselyn was speechless. Not once, did Charlotte ever scold her this way.  “If not, I am certainly not helping you get ready for such nonsense.  If your brother or father knew about this…” Charlotte added after seeing the shocked expression on Roselyn’s face.  “I don’t know what you think I have been doing these last few nights.  However I know you’ll believe me when I tell you I am doing nothing wrong.  Please leave me.  Goodnight, Charlotte.”  Roselyn replied.  Charlotte left without another word.

            Seeing her reflection in her vanity, she let out a silent gasp.  Roselyn had dark circles under her eyes, and her face seemed to be drained of any color she once possessed.  She knew sleep would still not come easily to her, so she grabbed the case of her violin.  She opened the case and inhaled the familiar smell of varnish.  She unlatched the violin and lowered the instrument to her lap.  She could not find the energy to play, so she simply stared at it, then hugged it against her chest, similar to how a mother holds her child.

            The room was all red and gold, with sculptures that gleamed like fire, and a glass roof, so high above, Roselyn had to tilt her head upwards.   The sight was stunning, the stars clear and glittering like diamonds, and the harvest moon by their side.  Roselyn wore a shimmering gold and black gown she has never seen before.  Her head seemed heavier, which made it difficult to look back at that glamorous full moon.  “You see someone more interesting then me?” he asked.  Even in her strange dreams, Jacob still managed to make her smile.  “Never.”  Roselyn said.  “It’s this place.  I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful as this.”  “I have.”  Jacob replied.  He escorted her through the room, Roselyn turned as they passed a rather large ice sculpture of a couple dancing, people surrounded it as they stood solemnly and stared.  The gentleman sculpture turned his head as they passed, and smiled.  The smile showed a rather frightening set of sharp teeth, as sharp as some sort of animal.

           “I’ve been waiting for quit some time to meet you, welcome.”  Said a voice that was not Jacobs.  Roselyn gasped and found that she was no longer with Jacob, but a different man.  She did not recognize him, and was taken aback by his hypnotic gold eyes.  It seemed that his eyes were the only thing she could look at on this man.  “Where is Jacob?”  She questioned as he spun her around the room.  “I’m not entirely sure.  Strange, that he’d abandon you, and now of all times.”  He replied.  She narrowed her eyes, “What do you mean by that?  What is your name?”  The man’s lips curled into a slanted smile, he leaned in closely.  Roselyn shivered, she did not like this man. She could feel his breath in her ear, “Wake up Roselyn, can’t you see the truth? What-“

      Roselyn woke to a rustling sound by the curtains, and a sudden wash of moonlight pour into her room.  Roselyn sat bolt upright, her violin crashing to the ground.  “It’s alright, did I startle you?”  A hand came down on hers- a warm, rough, familiar hand.  Roselyn drew in her breath sharply, “Jacob, it’s alright, I just- is everything well?  What brings you here?”  She couldn’t bring herself to mention the dream she just had.  She couldn’t even remember what that man looked like, other then those eyes.  Roselyn shivered.  “I’m not sure, honestly.  I apologize, I know this is horribly rude of me.”  Jacob stated, seeming to be ashamed of himself.  “Being rude has never worried you before, what is on your mind?”  Jacob’s head fell to the floor, her violin catching his attention.  “Could you play for me?”  He questioned, rather than answering her own question.  Roselyn was not sure if she should give into his request.  He enters her room in the middle of the night, wakes her from her much needed sleep, although resting wasn’t very successful, and now requests that she plays for him.  She observed him for a moment. His shoulders tense, and his face somber. However, the thing that got to her most was it seemed as if all of his arrogance was completely washed away.  Reminding her of high waters of the ocean washing away all evidence of footprints along a shoreline. “Not here, everyone is resting.”  She says lifting her instrument from the floor.

     They sat in what seemed to become their very own forest.  They were silent the whole way there; the only sound being the creak of a bench once Jacob sat himself down. Roselyn seated herself on a fallen tree trunk, only a few feet across from him. Roselyn did not know what else to do or say, so she fingered the case of her violin.  She tucked the violin under her chin and tuned it, and then, she began to play very quietly.  She did not play something rehearsed, instead she let the notes come to her.  It sounded similar to a somber lullaby, which seemed to express both of their moods.

    When Roselyn was finished, the forest returned to its eerie silence.  Roselyn looked at Jacob, his head bowed down.  For a while, it stayed like this.  It came to the point where Roseyln wished she were back in her bed, caught in her strange dream.  But then, she felt his eyes on her, “You’re beautiful.”  He said.  Roselyn felt blotches of red appear on her face, she’d never get used to his blunt words.  “Jacob,” She was at a loss for words so she just left it at saying his name.  “Come sit with me. Please.”  Roselyn got up and made her way to him, something seemed strange tonight.  She couldn’t place what was wrong, perhaps it was the almost full moon that casted an eerie color on everything, including Jacob’s face.

     She sat so close that the only thing separating their legs pressing together were the folds of her emerald shaded gown.  His eyes lingered over her face, down her neck, to her waist, before rising back up to her face, where it gazed at her soft lips.  Roselyn could feel herself burning inside, yearning for something to happen. However, she still turns her head away, ashamed of the way this man makes her feel.  “Tell me your greatest desires.”  Said Jacob.  Roselyn thought for a moment.  She wanted to know the truth.  Why did her sister leave her?  What is her family hiding from her?  And what thoughts are running through this man’s head?  He was sitting right beside her and yet he seemed so distant, even more secretive than usual.  “Tell me a secret.”  “Isn’t that the same?”  He questioned.  “Not quite,” she said, “anyone can see your desires.  No one knows what’s hidden in your heart.  Especially yours.”  This seemed to catch Jacob’s attention.  He was back with her, in their forest.  “Tell me anything.”  He said, resting his head against the worn park bench.  “I’ve grown rather fond of our walks together.  And your company.”  Roselyn replied.  Jacob’s fierce eyes were on her and she could feel that burning inside of her once more.  “Your turn.”  Roselyn quickly added.  “I haven’t danced with you since the Founder’s Day party.”  He stated.  “That’s a statement, Mr. Covington,” she teased, “not a secret.”  “The secret is, that I still want to.”  He said hopping to his feet.  “Here?  You mustn’t be serious.”  Roselyn laughed. “Roselyn, one day you’ll learn that I can be a very serious man.”  He held out his hand for hers to take.  “But we haven’t any music.”  “We’ll make our own, the musicians your father hired did not perform very well that night anyway.”  Jacob said, and began to hum.   Roselyn took his hand, “You are a horrid vocalist.”  She laughed.  “Your words hurt me, Roselyn.  But alas they are true.”