Runners

Chapter One-Unreal

Green, ivory and gold covered the sky's like a painting. The willow tree resting delicately on the emerald grass, and the light mist from the water below the long cliff, wet my eyes. God I love this spot, it's like my own little paradise. The sunset was always different. The colors range for gold to red to a brilliant violet. It never gets old. It was a walk from my house, A good 6 1/2 miles, but it was worth every second I put into it. It's kind of like my little sanctuary, where was away from the world, away from everybody who made fun of me at school and my father most of all.

My father is different from most fathers of the world. We live in a pretty large house on the waterfront. My father is full of anger, after my mother died two years ago he's been in kind of a rust, he's lost without her. She was the only thing keeping him sane. My mother and father were too old souls brought together, over and over again and broken part the same way over and over agin...death.

God my mother was beautiful. She had this voice that sounded like something from a movie. She had a light hearted, high pitched voice that could make anyone smile. She could bake like no one that I have ever met, and she cooked the worlds best pasta. She made everything fresh to, every single strand of pasta. She had a talent in the kitchen.

My father was a New York stockbroker. He definitely had thigh skin, I mean, people have emotions, he never saw them in others, or showed them himself, the only person I've ever seen him show emotion around was my mom. When my father was young he never thought that he was good enough. So he continued to have broken bone after broken bone and was slapped together in stitches of fake smiles and tape. Bleeding emotionally until he couldn't feel anything, I have no idea how he got my mother. She was this ray of sunshine in the world full darkness, and he just blended in to the dark mess we call society. She was a star in an empty filled outer space, and he was just blank, darkness.

I used to be able to tell my mother everything, I still do, I mean it's not like she just disappears out of my world. When someone dies there still with you, they're just hiding in the white sheets. Wrapped in green grass and the white clouds in the sky above. She listens to me. That's all I really need. My mother was a strong woman and I miss her dearly, and this is where I go to the think and talk to her.

I heard a crinkle like paper from behind me coming from a bush. The sun was about set now and it was getting dark. I turned around, looked around the scenery. I heard the sound of the cracking stick underneath a foot. I stood up and made sure my shoes were tied and began to run through the tiny trail I made myself. The sun was completely set now, the only light that I had was coming from the moon and the brilliant stars. I checked my phone for the time as I continued running. 11:37 PM, shit. I've started running slightly faster.

As I ran I heard a numerous variety of animal cries and calls. I arrived upon a crossing, and out ran some sort of creature. It was a tall muscular man, in which it was completely familiar with. Cameron Ryle. He was the poster child for her messed up, but I was not one to judge. I tripped over my shoelace and ran directly into him. He fell to the ground and I toppled with him.

"Shit...I'm sorry it was all my fault you see I was running and I heard this noise and" he cut me off with is deep voice that melted as he spoke.
"It's fine don't worry about it" he picked him self off the floor and stood above me. His large hands garbed my delicate fingers and down to my palms reaching around my wrist and pulling me to a standing position. His eyes where a deep green that glared into mine.
"Sorry about scaring you..." He stated and begin to walk away.

"Thank you" I said to him as he walked away. And he continued to walk away.

The rest of the way home I walked, thinking about him...why was I thinking about him, we barely had a conversation. I mean seriously. But he looked at me and I felt safe, I felt like in that moment no one would hurt me.

I opened one of the large copper double doors to my house. The foyer was high with a large crystal chandler hanging form the center. The grand stare case was directly in front as I walked through the door. A large Turkish carpet lay beneath the crystal chandelier. The marble flooring ran through the foyer with suck elegance. I took off my shoes the front door and handed my jacket to the butler who was in his work wear, a white and black suit.

I walked into the kitchen where there was ready a meal prepared for me. It was a large plate of vegetables in the small section on the plate was filled with lobster. I took out a short crystal water glass, I filled that glass with water from the large kitchen sink and added ice. I sat at the table. I slowly sipped the water and played with my food. The house was dead silence, you could practically hear crickets in the background. You would occasionally here the sound of a washer or dryer or somebody spraying a window. But for the most part it was silent. Until Sunday came.

On Sunday's my dad came home for work. My father never drank, until Sunday. Every single Sunday was the exact same routine. He would come home splashes his keys on the granite countertops in the kitchen. Drop his suitcase on the floor beside it, and head straight for the second floor. He would then pour a shot of whiskey into a small glass in the bar. And he would repeat that step at least 10 times in one night. He would then began to cry about my mother. Who even knew a man like that would have feelings. And then he would fall sleep, inside the black leather chair sitting by the window. I would then walk in, take the glass from his hand rinse it out, wash it, and set it right back in the cabinets, right next to the other crystal glasses. The morning would come and he would walk into my room still hung over and walk me up. I would get him Advil and water and head to school yet again. I would come home and he was still drinking. He would then get very angry at me, saying that I was judging him, and then he would hit me. Just once across the face. It would only hurt a little.

That Wednesday night came to a close and I walked up stairs to my room. The floors where cold. I felt a presents behind me.
"Mis. your dry cleaning is done and you night gown is hanging up in your closet, I'll leave you be in just a moment but I need to say one thing...Happy Birthday Tiffany"

I looked down on to my gold Rolex watch it was midnight. "Thank you" I hugged her. Tears begin to floor my eyes. "Thank you" a said one more.

I finished showering, and brushed my hair and my teeth and went to bed. My eyelids began to feel heavy, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

"Hey...heyyyy" I heard a voice call. I opened my eyes to see a short redhead with the most brilliant green eyes in the entire world staring straight at me.

"Roseann let me sleep" I moaned beneath my breath.

"Seriously, I go away for college for one year and you're already sleeping till noon. It's Thursday get your ass up." She threw a pillow in my face. I begin to laugh, typical Roseanne.

"I know it's Thursday can I just want to sleep, you know what day it is right" I asked

"No I'm a completely oblivious that your birthday, you are my little sister after all. I flew down from Miami" she sat on the bed "now get your ass up I taking you to lunch, or is it breakfast?" She asked sarcastically.

I rolled out of bed and started to get ready.

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So that is the first real chapter of my book. What do you guys think? Like and comment please it means the world to me. I love knowing the people are reading my stories. What would you like to see more of, what would you lie. To see less or, anything your want me to put in the book? Is so comment and I'll try to fix it.