Marie-Anne Through Binoculars

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 “You lied to me.” I whispered, hatred lacing every word. She looked up at me, her curls shone sinisterly in the dull light of the sunset.

“Jack,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my waist, “I would never lie to you.”  She finished resting her head against my chest. I yanked myself out of her embrace.

“I nearly killed him!” I roared, tears stinging my eyes. She watched me quietly, a look of disgust on her face. She laughed a small out of place chuckle. I looked at her horrified, how could she find any humor in this.

“Funny, he was supposed to kill you.” She remarked lightly, looking off into the distance dreamily.

I flinched at her words; what did she mean?

“I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” She interrupted. Before I could react she pulled out a gun from her purse and pointed it at my chest. It reminded me of her, pretty, polished, small and compact, but undoubtedly deadly.

“Well” she sighed, as she placed a hand on her hip, “at least you were fun, right?” she finished her voice back its cotton candy sugariness, she gave me a wink.

My mother was right;  I am a horrible judge of character.

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"Just a little closer." I murmured as I brought my binoculars closer to my window.  I could feel the cold that emanated from the glass. 

 "Almost there-" what was it about glass always blocking my way. The sky outside was a sunny blue, and the brightness made it difficult to see the window opposite me. I pulled my blinds up slightly higher in hopes that it might help. I could just make out the blue lace of the curtains.

I continued watching, hoping to catch another glimpse of the room, and maybe her. My mother called me down for dinner, from dowsnstairs, her voice breaking my concentration.

 "I'll be there in a sec." I replied, turning back to the window.

 I brought my binoculars even closer, gently they clacked against the glass.

 'No use' I thought us I put my binoculars down. Quickly I pulled down my blinds and made my way to the dining room. For some reason i decided that if entered the dinning room quietly, then my parents wouldnt notice me joining them late, a big 'no no' in my family. No such luck.

 "What the hell took you so long?" My grandpa yelled as I took my seat beside my mother.

 "You were looking at that fu-"

"Language." My mother warned as she served herself a helping of casserole. She had her  makeup on and wore a peach coloured dress. My parents were having what one might call a date night, except it was at home, and with my gramps and I. Basically my parents got dressed up to eat dinner with us then headed straight for their room, while I did the dishes.

 " Language my ass." My grandpa replied with a sneer.

"What the hell are you gonna do with this kid, all he does is look at that girl." My grampa began to complain. "Not true!" i yelled back, except only in my head. I didnt always look at Marie-Anne, i mean sometimes yeah, but not always.

 "Dad, I don’t think this is the right time-" my dad began. " thankyou" I thought as i gave my dad an appreciative glance. he returned it with an "soory what can you do about it." look.

 "Then when the hell is the right time,"

 "Hey grandpa would you like some casserole." I asked politely already placing a small serving on his plate.