Midnight Unbound

Part Two

Now she, and her husband are my adoptive mom and dad. It's been weird adjusting to having them as parents. My older sister couldn't do it. She was always pushing them away because she couldn't let go of our broken mother. she was on drugs and sleeping around. After about 3 years of her crap, my parents couldn't take it anymore and my sister didn't want to be here anymore. So they contacted our mother to see if she was back on her feet enough to look after my sister. With her being 20, she really didn't need much looking after just someone to clean up her act. I highly doubt it though. She could've had a better future here, she didn't want it. not with us at least. I say good riddance she was a pain to constantly clean up after. Eighteen years is quite enough for me.
       The youngest of the three sisters went with our godmother and is actually quite the genius. She scored high enough on her exams that she can go anywhere she wants for college. Her thirst for knowledge is desirable, to say the least. My adoptive parents are both college graduates in some genius way. The truth is I envy her. She connects with my parents on a level I can't even comprehend and shes two years younger. My parents say it's because I'm lazy. I tried to study psychology my junior year in high school but they way academics are taught it stopped interesting me. So now I'm the cliche arts major doing classical ballet with a septum ring and an ear for rock music. At least I know what I want to do with my life for the next 10 years at most. I can figure out the rest after I get to my goal.
      That's enough of the backstory, I guess. I'm home now so I guess the inner monologue should get back on track. Walking through the front door and as always I am greeted with wet noses and wagging tails. The best greeting in my opinion. My best and closest friend; a collie german shepherd mix named Tripp. He was named after an engineer on "Star Trek". he has the build and personality of the collie but the coloring and huge heart of the German shepherd.
     As soon as I close the front door he jumps up on me for his welcome home hug. He has been my saving grace since I got here. We are both survivors of abuse and trauma so naturally, we jelled well together. He helps me with my list of mental illnesses and I help him with his nightmares and separation anxiety. Don't get it mixed up, I'm his puppy, not the other way around.  after we hug it out and he is satisfied with his welcome and belly rubs, I kick off my shoes and pick them up to carry them downstairs. Dropping my bag and throwing my coat on the far end of my bed. Finally plopping heavy on my bed and before I can even think of anything else my eyes, following my body's lead plop just as heavy. the last thing I can sense before dozing off completely is my four-month-old baby sister crying upstairs, most likely trying to fight her afternoon nap like all babies do.
        Flickering golden flames light the entire ballroom just as before. He's closer this time I don't even have to scan the crowd to see his uniquely golden hair and emerald eyes even from under the masquerade mask. Gliding on the dance floor with his usual elegance. Cutting in between dancers tapping a young lady for permission. She allows and before long I'm  gliding with the rest of the dancers switching partners as the dance requires. After what seems like an entire symphony before I finally get passed on to him. Taking his hand as he takes my waist and the dance starts again, only this time I can't see any other couples in the room. They've vanished and the golden lights have dimmed and the music has softened.
he leads with passion in every step and I can't help but be swept up in his movements. Only when we have stopped moving, do I realize I've been avoiding his gaze that has been tightly locked on me. For the first time emerald clashes with earth's soil. Green eyes meet brown eyes and the man parts his lips to speak.