Author's Note: Well, cute people who read this story. I have not had much time since I started working and studying at the same time, so it makes a long time that I do not publish any chapter of my stories, but now I'm trying my best to share the precious time. The point is that here is a chapter that I have been weeks that is ready to be published and I think that's a little too long because I got carried away much time to write. And I wanted to say that I rewrote the story, but to understand everything you need to read this chapter, if you want to take a snooping in other previous chapters. And well... I guess that's all I meant... Good read!
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Chapter 20 - Into The Void
Alice;
I was born in Cambridge, was in 1948... Penelope said it was an afternoon in winter. My biological mother abandoned me in front of the manor of Wood's door. She thought perhaps I had better luck that she had, I would not have to go hungry or have no clothes to wear, she wanted me to be a happy child... Well, at least that's what I imagine she was thinking when she left me in a basket in the snow.
When the ringbell sounded, Penelope ran ahead of any other maid and opened the door. She saw no one, but when she looked down, she came across to me. A helpless baby in the middle of some old blankets, practically play in the snow. She smiled to herself when she saw me there, quietly sleeping. She always says I was the best Christmas present. Penelope adopted me as a daughter in the same time and took me home, thus leading me to meet 'my new father'.
"Alice Parker Wood." She smiled at Christopher. "She'll be our little girl."
I remember that I was always a delicate and fragile child, as a Chinese doll. Penelope could not have children, so she took care of me like I was her daughter. She watched me grow like a flower in the middle of winter. She took care of me until I was 13 years old. She personally chose home something I would use, every thing I would read, every thing I would eat... Well, she was very meticulous.
Bea was his right arm. I called her 'my black mother'. Bea was all that Penelope was not. She was loving me and was the only person I really trusted.
Christopher lived traveling and all the time Penelope was for me. Everything she did was for me. But over time, I realized that she was slowly drifting away from me. There came a day when I was not a little girl anymore, but a woman and it seems that that was the day she stopped being my mother to become a complete stranger. The problems in the marriage of Christopher and Penelope just increased and I never knew that I was the cause of it all. I never understood that she walked away from me because she saw me in the face of her enemy.
So it was that friendship between Bea and I was growing more and more. When I reached adolescence, we became inseparable. I had no friends because I could not leave the house, let alone go to school. I had to spend all afternoon in the library with my private teachers that Christopher was adamant that they were all women.
I remember Bea was everything to me. And she always said that saw me being born a woman whose beauty was bright and loving heart. She loved the way I looked lovingly at things. Most of the time, she was impressed with my entire understanding and love.
Bea and I always navigated by the cities in the sunny summer afternoon. One day when we were walking down Hills Road, I came across a guy with the voice and the most loving eyes I had ever seen in my entire life. Roger Keith. He was playing guitar in the backyard of his house and stopped playing when he saw me.
I always knew there was something different between us. I loved just looking at he, to me he looked more than perfect. Was a chemical, was a bond that bound it to me. It was something exciting. Intense. I remember that in the beginning, Bea hated Syd , but soon she was learning to like he and when we saw, she treated him like her son.
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