Blood moon

Chapter 4: Forgotten

Brandon had spent the day with one or two of the women he considered suitable and found one he wanted to make his wife. She had long blond wavy hair and her bodice left nothing to the imagination, her breasts were perky and almost hanging out of her dress. She had a mole on her lip the contrasted against her plump and pink lips. Her eyes were a dull blue, which seemed odd considering everything else about her was vibrant and bright. Her eyes almost looked hallow because of the color.

Brandon bowed towards her with a smile and she curtseyed to him. Justin and Brandon climbed back into the carriage and the couch man hiked the reigns jolting the carriage forward.

“Good job, my son,” Justin applauded his son.

Lucy said nothing and looked out the window avoiding Brandon’s eye at all cost.

Carmen noticed Lucy was distort and wanted to comfort her but Justin was to prideful to watch his now betrothed son waste it on Lucy. Brandon loved Lucy to much to see her hurt.

The ride back to the house was silent and almost dead if not for the sound of hooves stamping the ground. When the carriage paused in front of the door Lucy could not wait on the couch man to open the door; she threw it open and walked towards the woods.

How could I be so stupid? He can’t marry me, we’re almost like siblings. His better off with that girl anyways. Lucy became angry with herself, thinking that they could ever be together. She trumped through the woods not caring about what might be out their. Night fall was on its way and Lucy didn’t care, she would stay out all night if no one would come looking for her.

Night filled the sky and the moon rose above Lucy’s head. Lucy found the meadow and sat on the side of the pond felling the warm breeze flowing gracefully over the top of the water and up onto her. The moon reflected against the water and so did the stars. Lucy felt like the night was her best friend, it never judged her, and it never betrayed her. She felt safe alone outside; it was warm and gentle to her. Even in the winter when snow was on the ground, the night seemed to cradle her in a warm embrace.

The moon was missing a small sliver from its edge, so it was safe to be outside. Lucy would have stayed if she had been left alone, but that wasn’t the case.

“Lucy?”

She didn’t look back, she knew who it was and she didn’t want to speak to him right now.

“Please, talk to me,” he said with a pleading voice.

“Why should I? You have a fiancée, why aren’t you talking to her?”

“Lucy,” he started but couldn’t finish.

“Please, just leave me out here.”

“No, I won’t sleep knowing you’re out here by yourself.”

“Why not? You have a fiancée,” Lucy repeated.

Brandon said nothing but he felt his heart break into a million pieces.

Lucy and Brandon sat in an awkward silence for a moment when a frog jumped on the bank near Lucy’s foot and she picked it up.

“What are you doing?” Brandon asked.

Lucy didn’t answer; she slid her finger over the frogs back and it seemed like it was calm. Brandon looked at Lucy as if she lost it.

“What happened to you? You become one year older and you turn into your father,” Lucy said setting the frog down on the bank again and watching it jump into the pond breaking the surface tension.

“I haven’t changed,” he said feeling offended.

“Yea you have, you used to be so free and outgoing not caring whether you made your father happy or not, now you’re going to marry a girl you barely know just so your father won’t look down on you.”