Dixie Jane D'Amelio is a thirteen year old girl with a dark secret. She was super beautiful and she was a straight A student. She only loved and trusted the people who meant a lot to her and never thought they were lying. She was extremely popular w...
Dixie and I carried on talking for a couple more hours, we shared a few kisses her and there, I cracked jokes, she laughed, everything just felt so fucking perfect, like there was nothing wrong in the world. Then, I had to go into my office. Dixie got sad then which hurt my heart so bad but then she cheered up when I told her I'd get her candy when I was done.
She kissed my cheek goodbye and then went to the Bathroom to clean in there. She was like my Cinderella, but without the cinders. She had such a rocky past, but she was beautiful, and for some weird reason she loved cleaning. She could do it so quick like it was the best thing in the world. She was such 'wifey material.' She was just fucking perfect and I will happily keep saying that.
I gave her one last kiss on the lips and then I left. While I was getting there, I placed an order to my Men to just get five massive bags of candy and then I knew she would be happy. She was like a cute little kid, the way her adorable face lit up at the word of 'candy.' I then went down to my Office. At my desk, there was just two pictures and it was of my beautiful Mother, and the other of her holding me.
I had obviously 'met' her when I was a baby, but now I'm thirteen I don't remember anything seeing as how I was only three months when she died. You wouldn't believe that my Father fucking kept the secret of the fact he killed my Mother. I grew up thinking that I was the son of one of my Father's 'one night stands' but then I found a black briefcase under my Father's bed. I opened it and there were a bunch of pictures of my Mother and me.
I was around five at the time and I was probably playing a game of hide and seek with one of my Father's Workers and as a curious little kid I opened it. (yes I had to play with the Workers because my own Father couldn't give a shit to play with me.) I started screaming at my Father about it and how he kept it as a secret from me. Mind you, even if I was five, I was incredibly smart, if I must say so myself. It was her thirteen years of death last week.
I don't know. I'm convinced Dixie is a gift from my Mother to me. Dixie felt like a mini - Mother already. I don't mean, I see her as a Mother but just she gave off the same personality as her. If Dixie and I really became a thing then she would be the next picture on my desk. Here's what my favourite picture in the world looked like:
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It was of her holding me and me looking so happy. I hadn't ever looked that happy ever again, but then Dixie came and let me be that happy, if not, happier. I don't care, I honestly think Dixie is my one. I picked up the picture of me and my Mother, and just stared at it. I wish she could be here to see me accomplish all of the good things that I had done.
This was one of the other reasons I hated my Father. He took my Mother away from me. I wished she could at least have seen me grow up. I knew I meant everything to her and she would've done anything for me. Two tears escaped from my eyes. "I miss you Mama." I whispered. I knew it was silly talking to a picture, but that was the only thing I had of my Mother. At that very moment Dixie came into the Office.
She took one look at me with the bags of candy in her hand, her cheeks blushing with excitement. Her excitement quickly faded once she saw my tears. "Noah, what's wrong?" She asked while walking over to me and putting her arms around my neck. I just crashed down into her arms and started crying. "I miss her so much Dixie!" I sobbed. She stroked the back of my head and put her forehead on top of mine.
"Shh, it's okay. Breathe Noah. In and out." I breathed in and out with her and then I eventually calmed down. She cupped my face with her beautiful hands. "What's wrong Noah?" She asked. I looked in her eyes. She genuinely looked like she cared. "I promise I won't laugh or snigger at you, whatever it is. I care about you." She said while rummaging one hand through my hair.
"It's just- it's my Mother. I so fucking badly just wish she was here. To see me, see you, see us. I was three months old when my Father decided to murder her. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't even fucking sit up yet at that time. I still feel like it's my fault though, maybe if I wasn't born, then maybe my Mother would've had more time to go out to parties and just give all of the attention to my Father. She sacrificed everything just for me." I said to her.
Dixie had tears in her eyes and she was gulping really hard to not crack in front of me. "I'm so sorry. Noah listen to me. It is not your fucking fault. You were literally still a newborn baby. Like you said, you couldn't even walk. Don't you dare say you wish you were never born. We confessed our feelings for each other yesterday, and as selfish as this sounds, we wouldn't have found each other if you weren't born. Sure, your Mother isn't here anymore, but she definitely is watching us right now and beaming so hard at her handsome, kind, compassionate, caring son she created." She replied. "Noah please, I'm begging you. Please just take some time off of work. You need to rest. I'm going to help you and I'm going to hold your hand the whole way through. You took care of me when I needed it most, so now I'm going to look after you when you need it most."
I was speechless. No one had ever spoken to me that way. I think I was actually falling in love. I couldn't say anything so I just smashed my lips on top of hers while holding her waist and bringing her close to me. "I fucking love you Dixie." More tears came in her eyes. "I love you too." She replied and then she kissed me again.
This was it. I was actually in love. I had never thought I would say that statement in my life. I thought I was going to die alone, but, I guess I was wrong. "Dixie, I didn't want to tell you this, but my Father is trying to find a woman for me to get married to. You definitely don't have to if you don't want to, but I honestly think your the Woman of my Dreams so will you make me the happiest man in the World and marry me? I know we're so young and we can't even have a proper wedding because my Father won't let us -."
She cut me off with another kiss. "Yes. I would love to be called Mrs Beck. She was one beautiful lady and would be so proud of you right now. By the way, I'm fine with the no wedding, wedding's aren't really my thing, but being married to you definitely is." She said.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I've actually found love. "I love you so much Noah Timothy Beck." "I love you so much more Dixie Jane Beck." "Not possible." "Very possible." Now I can say that I've actually found my person. I wrapped Dixie into a hug and put my head in the crook of her neck, smelling her delicious coconut scented hair.
We held hands and then we went back upstairs to my room. I looked up at the sky. "I love you Mama." I whispered. Dixie kissed my cheek.
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