Chapter 3- Majorie's Melody
Maisie was now walking along this long narrow road for the second time in 24 hours. She wandered down the street. It seemed lifeless. Everyone was secluded inside, hiding from the immense cold. The breeze hit Maisie's face like ice shards. She bit her lip. She knew it was a bad idea to go to Dexter's, but that was the only place she could. He was her last resort. Maisie's life had been flipped upside down this past month. Her best friend moved to the other side of the world, her mum was diagnosed with cancer and her dad was a horrible person. Riley broke up with her and now she was all alone. She spent most of her nights drinking by herself. She just wasn't ready to tell people yet.
Maisie kept her head hung low as she kept on walking. Her head was pounding from last night. Maisie's ear perked up. A beautiful, celestial melody rung through the street. It was a melody like no other that could bewitch you. Maisie glanced upwards, scanning the area to find the source of the music. Her mouth curved into a small smile after she realised the melody was coming from a small church. It was archaic but its architectural design was flawlessly beautiful.
Maisie moseyed her way towards the church. The door was left open, inviting her in. It was the only place that seemed it had life in it. She slowly strode in to see an elderly woman, with well-kept grey hair. She was playing the organ precariously, treating it with respect. She started singing, her voice was singsong and angelic. Maisie walked down the aisle, in between the rows of birch wooden seats. At the end of the church behind the organ was a large mosaic window, which took up majority of the wood panelled wall. Maisie sat down on the seat listening to the woman's dreamy voice, taking it all in.
The organ slowly faded away as the woman finished her song. She turned around and shone a bright smile at Maisie. Maisie smiled back. The elderly lady was chubby and had a round face and bright blue eyes.
"Hello Maisie Parker," she whispered softly. Maisie was slightly a taken back considering that she didn't know this woman. "I'm Majorie Willis."
"Hi Majorie, nice to meet you, but how you know who I am?" questioned Maisie. Majorie's eyes looked deeply into Maisie's matching eyes.
"I know lots of things," acknowledged Majorie, while playing different tunes on her organ. Maisie was slightly stunned by this uncanny woman's uncanny knowledge.
"When I play my song, those in utter desirable need for help wander up to my church. Today it was you who heard my song. So, sweetie, what's bothering you? Do you want to tell me anything?" queried Majorie. Maisie glared at Majorie sceptically. Was she just going to tell a random old lady all her problems? No, she wasn't. Maisie's eyes darted down at her phone.
"Oh, look at that, time for me to go!" remarked Maisie. Majorie peered at her disappointedly. Maisie scurried out of the church. The snow had started falling again and the cold nipped her cheeks. She had to ways to go. Left or right. Left would lead her to Dexter's house, who was so sweet and kind to her today. Right would lead her to her dad's house, who would complain and verbally abuse her. She stood there contemplating where to go.
She turned right. Maisie felt she couldn't crash at her ex's place two nights in a row. She treaded down the street longingly, turning the corner onto her dad's street. She came to a halt out the front of a large two storey house. Compared to Dexter's house it seemed like a mansion. The gardens out the front were kept immaculate, and the wooden doors stood tall. Maisie approached the house knocking on the door.
It opened to a lean figure with gelled back dark blonde hair and pale skin. Maisie looked up into a pair of jet black, beady eyes. The man was sporting a suit and tie. He had a horrible expression on his face that ranged from disgusted and cranky. Maisie gulped loudly. She already knew she made the wrong decision.
"What are you doing here? I thought I kicked you out?" demanded the man, his hands on his hips. Maisie was baffled and lost for words.
"When did you kick me out? I've lived here forever, and you know you can't kick me out. Mum will kill you, Dad," inquired Maisie.
"Your mother can't do anything. She's gone downhill, she going to die. Then I'll get all the money!" thundered Maisie's father. He threw his hands up in the air like he had just won a million dollars.
"That's terrible! You can't say that she's your wife of thirty faithful years! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room to pamper up," cried Maisie.
"No, I kicked you out remember!" insisted her dad.
"Since when?"
"Since now!" hissed Maisie's dad. He threw a carry bag at her feet, which was filled with a few of her belonging. Tears welled in Maisie's eyes.
"You are a horrible person. I wish you were the one that had cancer not mum! I- we did nothing wrong, and you now stab us in the back like this! We're meant to be a family! Have you ever thought of anyway other than yourself?" screeched Maisie. Her father looked at her fiercely before he struck her across the face. Maisie gripped her cheek, tears shimmered in her eyes.
"I never even loved you anyway," he muttered, a tone of finality in his voice. He stormed back into the house slamming the door behind him. Maisie crouched down, clutching her cheek. It was sore and tender. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She stood up and picked up her bag and she walked out the yards onto the street before turning the corner.
Yet again she was on the same road she was last night. Dusk had fallen and the sky had turned a shade of light yellow. It looked ethereal as she walked down the street. She walked up the steps of Dexter's house. Maisie knocked and the door was opened not long after by Dexter's calming smile. Tonight, he was wearing a white pair of overalls with paint splatter on them over the top of a grey shirt, and he had his glasses on. He examined Maisie. Her face was red and bruised and her cheeks were wet from tears. Her eyes had seemed to have lost their twinkle.
"Maisie what happened?" asked Dexter softly. Maisie bit her lip, more tears pooled in her eyes. Dexter pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed her head on his shoulder, and she let the tears flow, dampening his shirt.
"It's ok I'm here."
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Angelic Eyes
RomanceWhen drunkenly knocking on her past lovers door, Maisie didn't know the mess she was getting into. Lovers rekindled, Maisie and Dexter work through the challenges thrown at their lives, all whilst trying not to fall in love.