December 31st rolled around even faster than I anticipated. Damien came over that morning to help me prepare and decorate for a small party we were throwing. We began throwing streamings around the house, stringing them in the banisters, hanging them on light and furniture as the final hours of 1964 ticked away. "This is going to be our year, love. This is the year that everything smooths out." Damien boomed. I laughed and stood on the coffee table. "1965! The year of happiness!" I yelled. My lover laughed as well and picked me up by my waist, spinning me around. "Cheers to that!" he cried.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his forehead. "We'll make it better for Celine and the Colonel too." I said. He nodded in agreement. "This is going to be their year too. They'll be safe and happy." I smiled and gently kissed his lips. "Let's get back to decorating, they'll be here soon.
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Nearing nine o'clock, Celine and the Colonel arrived. I had my new Frank Sinatra album playing in the background as we ate and drank the night away. Drunken dances and giggling filled the house and our hazy minds as the final hours of that crazy year ticked away.
But the year of dread provided it's last hurrah at exactly eleven-fifty-eight. There was a knock at the door. I stood from the couch, still slightly tipsy from the many drinks I had consumed. "I'll get it!" I exclaimed and stumbled over to the door and swung it open. The goofy smile that had been plastered on my face quickly faded when I realized who I was looking at. "Mark." I hissed. He sighed. "Iris can we talk?" I looked back at my friends, who still hadn't seen us yet. I stepped out onto the porch and quietly closed the door.
"What do you want you prick? You've got some nerve to be here after what you said all those months ago." I growled. He nodded. "That's why I'm here." he paused and looked at his feet, "I'm sorry." I narrowed my eyes, not satisfied.
"I shouldn't have said the things I did," he continued, "it was wrong, it was vile. I was overwhelmed and angry.. You know I'd never hurt you, much less your sister."
"What about the Colonel?" I snapped, "Would you hurt him?" He huffed in annoyance. "No Iris! I wouldn't hurt anyone!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I haven't been myself recently, and not having the ones I care about around me is making things worse. I know I scared you. I scared myself with my behavior. I'm aware the Colonel and you sister probably won't forgive me, but I'm hoping you will. Maybe if you do, they will too. So from the bottom of my heart, I. Am. Sorry."
I opened my mouth to speak, but froze when I at last looked into his eyes. I expected to see regret and sorrow, but instead they were disturbingly emotionless. It almost seemed like they were.. Empty.
I stepped back, now unsure if anything he said was true. "Are you?" I whispered. A small wave of fear washed through me as anger flickered across those lifeless eyes. "Yes, Iris. Do you forgive me, or not?"
I slowly shook my head. "No.. you're not sorry.. I see it in your eyes.. You didn't mean any of that." I whispered. To my horror, the look of inhuman bloodlust and rage like the one I had seen all those months ago filled his toned features. "Have a happy fucking New Year Iris." he growled in an ominous tone before turning heavily on his heel and walking down the stairs.
Suddenly bells began to chime and cheers emitted from the houses around us. It was midnight. I slipped back into the house to be met with Damien's smiling face. He lifted me into the air. "Happy New Year!" he cheered, bringing me back down to my feet to kiss me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled through the kiss. "Who was that?" he whispered as he pulled away. I feigned a smile. "No one love." I replied shortly.
The Colonel came over and heartily slapped Damien on the back. "Happy New Year lads! Here's to a year of bliss!" he roared, raising his fifth glass of wine. My lover and sister did the same. "Happy fucking New Year!"
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