(completed short story) Waiting for freedom

Graham

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I stood at the entrance of my parent's party. Nursing a cup of scotch on the rocks for hours now. Waiting for the arrival of Ms. Kyrie Monroe.

"Graham my dear brother." Natalie smiles twirling her bright red dress as she walked in front of me.

"Yes Natalie?" I question.

"Won't you dance with me? Your date will be here shortly." She smiles. Her black and red mask made her big green eyes look dark. You'd tell it was Natalie right away because of the bright red hair she has and freckles.

"I'm fine." I say,"I'll walk around."

Natalie rolls her eyes at me and twirls her away to the dance floor. I watch everyone carefully, looking everyone in their eyes. Which is stupid because being that my father is extremely prejudice there's only a count of 3 African Americans in here and it's because of my darling mother.

"Hello Graham would you like to dance?" Is what I've been hearing all night from lonely females who only want to taste my dick and brag about it. Not my type of women.

Everything was so beautiful this night, gold decorations everywhere. Blood stained balloons hanging to the ceiling, and beautiful flowers painted gold and crimson red blood. I walk up the stairs. And lean on the railing when I get to the top, I could see everything from here. Everyone was drinking, and smoking those vapor pens. Whatever it is they're called.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" A feminine voice says from behind me.

I turn around and its Madame Bovary. She wore a green dress and a matching mask. Her caramel skin was wrinkly and she used a cane."Yes it is." I smile.

"I suppose your destiny has found you?" She says.

"My destiny?" I question.

She nods,"She's come here for you....You don't remember her?" She asked looking at the questioning look on my face.

"Madame Bovary I have the slightest idea of what you are talking about." I answer.

She placed her cold hand on my face," You will know. When the rocks burn your feet, when the cool breeze of the ocean wakes you. When hand in hand you'll take her there. Hatred lies beneath this town, secrets kept shut. You will know your destiny."

"Mama there you are I am so sorry sir." A caramel women says grabbing Madame Bovary hand.

I fix my suit and frown.

What the hell is my destiny?

Right then and there a cold chill ran down my spine, the smell of honeysuckle perfume filled my nose. I stood straight up and looked around. A milk chocolate women with hair touching her back walks to the balcony. Her dress was pink and see through at the mid section her legs her back and her neck area.

"Kyrie." I smiled.

I raced down the steps and eased through the crowd of people and stopped at the entrance of the door to the balcony. The wind made the blinds move as if they were dancing. I walk slowly out on to the balcony and there she stood looking out into the water that nearly surrounded my parents house in the back. The cliff is at the far end. I used to go there everyday as a teenager to cool off and get away from my father. He was overbearing alot of the times. There's alot of rocks up there, im glad I didn't slip and break my neck or worse fall to my death.

Way back in the slave era. It's said that a black and white couple fell to their death. People brave enough to go to the bottom of the cliff says their skeletons are down there. The man and women are holding onto each other for dear life. I never knew the whole story but I knew that they were in love.