The Last Photograph [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2-Meeting Ella

Chapter 2-Meeting Ella

 "Now that's a girl!" Marius exhaled as he saw Onyx leaving through the door. It was the first time that he had seeing someone shutting the Elena Monroe up and with such a style, if he'd had a hat, he'd bow and took if off of his head. Onyx looked as breathtaking as he could remember, but he knew that girl belonged to his brother from the moment she crossed the doors of Milton High School wearing some brown shorts and carrying a Stephen King's book to her chest. She was shy, nothing like now, and he never knew how Jax changed her but he was sure, the girl he used to laugh with him on his living room was gone, alright.

 Elena was shocked; some random girl just called her a wh0re. She didn't believe what had happened but the real deal was she didn't believe Jax did nothing to protect her from that. She dropped her jaw and looked up to her fiancé whose expression was the same as her.

 She whined, "Jax, did you hear what that- that woman said to me!?" She moved in front of him and shook him until he blinked several times and looked down at her frowned face and angered eyes.

 "Wha–?" He shook his head and cleared his throat, "What?" He asked.

 "Jax," she whined, again, "She called me a wh0re." She pouted and kicked her heel on the floor.

 "No, she didn't," Marius replied for his brother, annoyingly, "She just put some real fact," he smirked as he saw Elena getting crimson of anger.

 "Shut. Up." she hissed. She called for Jax one more time but he was lost, lost in the dark beauty of Onyx.

*

 Onyx ran as fast as she could from the place. Not that he's going to follow me, she was sure of that. She cleaned the remind tears from her face and kept running until she found a stop bus. She sat there and thought of what had happened. It was truly a funny move from fate to do that to her. She wanted to start something new in New York, in the place where dreams are made, and focusing on raising her daughter and sending up her career as a photographer. But, apparently, fate had other thing on her way. It's not like I'm going to see him again, right? I mean, New York is way too big. Onyx took a big breath and closed her eyes until the ring tone of her Mother took her out.

 "Hello?" Said Marla, "How are you, my dear?" Marla Skylar was the example of a fiery and incredible woman. Being a single mother at the age of eighteen, no family and no support, she managed to climb over some important advertising company and, with the help of an understanding boss, she built a promising future for her and her daughter. And Onyx was a real proof of that. She grew up being as passionate as her mother toward the things she loved and with time she became a photographer. Not so famous but because of the born talent she had, she was well known in the industry.

 "Hi, Mom, how are you? How are the lungs?" Onyx was really concern about her mother healthy. She had preferred Marla to come with her when she decided to move to America but, being the aristocrat woman she had always been, Marla stayed with the English tea and The Big Ben. Her Mother had started to present some symptoms of tuberculosis; hard pain chest, fiber, tiredness. But Marla Skylar had always been a stubborn woman who preferred the frizzing weather of London, the Tea Parties and the Local Cuisine.

 "But those people eat corn dogs and take the subway," was her marvelous replay when Onyx informed her mother she was moving to New York. She wanted little Ella to grow up in a good and normal environment and the streets of London were her last option. "I'm great, mia cara," she was practicing her Italian with her Tea Club, "I was just calling to inform you that little Ella would be landing in half an hour."