Silent Vow

Silent Vow-2

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Long Long Long Long Overdue, Chapter 2.

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Chapter 2; Nightly Visit

          That day when I got home, only a few hours after the welcome home punch my next torture would come. Coincidentally mom was out at her job at the pharmacy at this time, working hard to earn money so we could move out of here and away from him. But I knew we’d never be free of him, even if we left, he’d track us down like a hunter’s dog and rip us apart like a savage wolf.

When the crack of twilight came around, and he opened my door with a bottle in his hands and a stained white muscle shirt on I had no expectations that I could flee this struggle tonight.

Sure I could hide under the covers and hope he wouldn’t notice me, but I knew he’d just tear the covers off. He was hungry and he wanted his fill.

I could fight off his attacks and cry out into the night, perhaps even run out the front doors in hopes that someone would see me and call the police. But none of this would help our situation.

So in the dark of the night I let him do what he wanted, because I still believed that one day a better life would come for me. Besides...when I woke up in the morning, John would be there. No longer a dream, but a reality once again.

So while he kissed me and tried to mummer words that only a woman of twenty should hear, I just shut him out and thought about you. And surely, he left and morning came.

With groggy eyes and a headache I was able to roll out of bed and slip on one of those coloured shirts you liked so much. And when I was with you, I didn’t need colour because you were the only colour I’d need.

I left early that morning for school, before mom was even able to come home and I passed his sleeping drunk, passed out figure on the couch downstairs as I left.

I ran through the streets on the sidewalks to school, knowing that you’d be there. And as the win whisked out my hair behind me and made my eyes water I imagined your face, your warmth, everything about you.

Too bad when I got to school I wasn’t greeted by you, but instead by the mean girls. They pulled on my hair and spat on me, kicked me while I was down and cussed. But I didn’t blame it on you, sure you were popular, but they were the jealous ones. It was their fault for beating on me.

So when I saw you see the scene and drop your bags to rush over and help me I felt relief sweep in. And before you could even yell at them again, I leaped into your arms. Desperate for the familiar smell that was you, the only smell in this world that truly comforted me.

I silenced you with that hug and you let your eyes do the talking to the girls as you shooed them away with a hidden message in them. Digging my head further into your chest, this was truly the last memory I had of our times together when I was fourteen and you were fourteen.

But I treasured it, because it was one of the best memories you had ever given me.

Constance, Age 15

            I remember that day where you held my hand in yours as we stood outside your parent’s house. I was so nervous to meet them, and not just because your father was an ex military man and your mother was an ex military man’s wife.

            But because they blamed me for you quitting the one sport that could have gotten you really far, the only sport that had made an offer to you so far out of all the sports you played.

            I hadn’t wanted you to quit baseball just to be able to see me in the summer time, because in a way baseball was a gift for us. It led me to meet you, you in your white and blue striped baseball outfit that had been so nervous to talk to me as I took a seat down beside you. As I asked you to meet up with me later to talk to me.

            So as you took my sweaty palm and smiled, I couldn’t help but smile back. You helped me take those first few steps to walk into that of your perfect home, where I figured life was always perfect.

            Your mother was right at the door and wasn’t as scary as I had figured her to be as she took my hand excitedly.

            “Hello Constance, it’s nice to finally meet you! John talks about you so much, but I never figured you were this beautiful!” I couldn’t help but blush at her soft words and let her lead me into the living room to greet your father who stood up and shook my hand. His grip wasn’t harsh nor hard, it was much like yours. And it became the second man’s hand that I would touch and like, because it was so unlike my step father’s demanding, bone crushing grip.

            “Nice to meet you Constance. You ready to have supper at the Quinn’s?” Mr. Quinn asked me. I smiled again and tightened my grip on your hand.

            “Yes, I’m excited to eat the cooking of Mrs. Quinn that John always brags about!” I didn’t know my voice could ever sound so happy, so ecstatically overjoyed.

            Mr. Quinn had just smiled back at me, keeping his hands to himself, but eventually patting my head before walking over to the kitchen where his wife had retreated to moments before.

            With that we were left alone in the living room and you’d taken my hand in yours, smiling nervously as you fumbled around in your pockets to find something. I waited patiently, expecting a flower like you’d usually given me. But my eyes practically popped out of my head when you pulled a box from your jean’s pockets.

            “What’s this box about?” I asked, looking at the smooth texture of the fabric and the small silver clip that held the box closed.

            “I...wanted to get you something special, to show you how much I love you. And so... here it is. Now it’s not like I’m proposing marriage or anything...” You fumbled over your words so cutely, it was all I could do but not laugh at you. So instead, grateful, I smiled and kissed you on the cheek. You’d chuckled then and with shaky hands had cracked open the box.

            If I was shocked about seeing the box earlier, I was even more shocked and aghast at seeing what lovely treasure lay inside.

            Sitting in the crack of grey velvet was the first piece of jewellery I was ever to own. A simple gold band with no designs, no diamonds, I would later understood why you had thought it didn’t need any of that. But at that time, you had just told me.

            “I’ve always thought the simplest things to be the most beautiful, so...” With tears threatening my eyes I let you slide on the ring and closed them quickly after you had done so.

            I regret now, looking back, that my next decision when I saw you would cause us so much heartbreak. Although, perhaps it was better I left you, for in the end, you practically saved her, the only other one I cared about.

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And Pitifully Short.

And That Song Fits Constance Perfectly o.O