Grandmia's Perfect Russian Princess

Chapter 5: Waiting Outside the Lies

Annae/Hannah

My life was in ruins and for once it had nothing to do with Grandmia, my dad was back. That idiot left me on my own for 14 years and now he came strolling back in, what did he expect? Me to fling my arms open for him? No.

I have always carried a secret, one too great for Grandmia to know and if I told Jen she would be more depressed than ever. I have a diary-no that's not the secret, nimrods-and in this diary is entries upon entries of things that has happened to me, that no-one must know about. Apart from of course Kellan, when he wasn't a complete sod he was pretty nice. I wanted to tell him and I never knew why, so what did I do when I saw my dad? I ran upstairs and into my bedroom, slamming and locking the door and then went onto my balcony. His window was open, yes!

I know it may sound stalkerish, but I used to watch him from time to time. Sometimes he was arguing with his girlfriend, others weightlifting-I drooled, so? All girls would-but I never climbed over to his window like I was doing now.

I'm going to get hell from mum for this, like I didn't already get hell from her. I unrolled my skirt and put one leg over the metal railing, COLD! I look down and nearly scream, did I forget to mention that I'm afraid of heights and water? Well, it's so goddamn high, but no water thankfully.

I jump the short distance from my balcony to his and hold on for dear life, my foot slips and I can feel myself falling. I try to grab onto air, but I can't and then I scream.

I hear a loud bang and feel myself being lifted into the air and onto solid ground, my hair all in my airs and my skirt ripped up the side. Just great, now I'll get in trouble for that. I look up and into the violet eyes of Kellan, a very angry Kellan. A very hot and angry Kellan. Bad Hannah naughty Hannah, do not think of Kellan like that.

I look up at the sky and grin at him, my heart finally slowing down. "Nice weather we're having." I mentally kick myself. That all you could think of? Nice weather?

Kellan shakes me and glares at me. "Not when girls fall out the sky, what the hell were you thinking?"

I pull my diary out the back of my shirt and press it to his chest. "I needed to tell someone and you were the only one I could think of that wouldn't over react. This has been nagging at the back of my head for years, that annoying little voice saying 'Tell someone, you'll regret it if you don't.' So well done, I thought of you and when you read it, destroy the goddamned thing."

Kellan Baptist

I look at Annae and then look at the diary, what the hell was she on about? Was she mad? Probably, she did jump across our balconies to give me this book.

I sigh and run a hand through my short black hair, staring at the blonde haired nitwit who thought she could fly. I roll my eyes heavenward and then nod at her. "Just don't do that again, jeez," I grumble.

Annae smiles and her whole face lights up, my jaw nearly drops. She's beautiful, you know in a geeky sort of way. Long blonde hair, grey-green eyes, a slender body and thick rimmed black glasses perched on the end of her nose. I quickly retreat back into my room and lock the door and close the curtains. I shouldn't think of Annae like that, little Annae, my best friends fiancé. But only if she wasn't, I slap myself and put her diary on my bed. What was in it that was so important?

I peek through my window and see Annae in her room, she takes off her glasses and puts contacts in, making herself look much nicer. AAAHHHHH! Stop it, I turn back to the diary and sit down next to it. Picking it up, I start reading.

"January 5th 2005,

Dear Diary,

Today I am 7, mummy says that being 7 means that I can take some more responsibility (whatever that means). I wanted a pony, but instead I got this thing, mummy says it's called a diary and I put all my feelings into it. But why would mummy want me to write my feelings, can't I say them out loud?