2. FrozenA Chapter by KiannaMaybe sleep will erase my delusion, but even as I slept, those feral eyes haunted my dreams and I tossed and turned another night.I
plopped down at a lone table by the window, exhaustion weighing heavy all over
my body. The thick smell of bread and coffee lingered over my head like a cloud
of dust as more people crowded into the café. I wiped the sweat from my
forehead and then stretched my arms over the table, taking in a deep breath. My feet ached so much I wanted to pop these
shoes off, but I knew Richard would be here soon. I reached in the pocket that
lay across my apron and pulled out a tablet with a half drawn vine of flowers.
I didn’t get much of a break to finish this. I wanted a vine of different
flowers: a rose, carnation, daffodil, couple of poppies clustered in one spot,
and a daisy. I used to hang out in my mom’s garden all the time, watching her
and hoping one day I could have my own, but that dream withered away as Hanna
and I moved from apartment to apartment. Every move gave me a breath of fresh
air and helped me move on a little more. I pulled out a pencil and began finishing
the petals of the carnations, sketching in the dark lines. As I began drawing
and focused, the world around me became quiet. I didn’t hear Richard softly
calling my name. A tap on my shoulder took me out of my zone and I looked up
and met Richard’s hazel eyes, brightening as he smiled. Grin lines appeared on
his handsome face. “You look tired,” he said, concern in his silvery voice. I
stuffed my pencil and pad in the pocket and stood, feet hurting again. “That’s
because I am tired.” I followed Richard outside where a waft of city smog hit
my nostrils. Car horns, cuss words, and jack hammers slice through the
afternoon, autumn air. How I hated working in the city. . I had planned on
telling Richard the truth today, but as I sat exhausted and annoyed I began to
reconsider. Thoughts of Richard’s big house in the suburbs came to my head like
a sanctuary. I internally shook my head. It had to be today before too much
time passed and things got too deep. I had to tell him, but when was the proper
time to decline a marriage proposal? What if Natalie was right? What if I
should just be happy and accept this man wanting to take care of me? A few
breezes whipped past me and I hugged myself even though my muscles ached. Richard
wrapped his small hand around mine as we strolled to his car. “Busy
day?” “You
bet.” “Don’t
worry, sweetheart.” He stopped me and looked down at me. “When we’re married,
you won’t have to lift a finger.” This was the perfect moment, but instead I
found myself noticing how attractive he looked today. He wore a grey business
suit with a dark blue tie and dark brown hair slicked back. As he moved in to
kiss me, I smelled cologne and aftershave. His lips tasted like Starbursts, his
favorite candy. Once he pulled away, he gazed lovingly into my eyes. “I love
you so much, Cassie. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.” He
hugged me close to him as I tried to smile underneath the weight of his
intensity. “Somehow I knew you would be a special lady in my life the day I met
you like love at first sight.” I melted as his words touched me. I hadn’t heard
such endearing words since Adam died. I mashed my lips together and decided to
push down my anxieties. Here was a man who deeply loved me. He treated me like
a princess and I did love him for that. Maybe it would be enough to last us
forever. A trashcan flipped over making me jump. I turned my head only to see a
raccoon come from behind it. A small feeling of apprehension gripped my body. I
felt someone glaring at me, but there was only a raccoon. “What’s wrong,
Cassie?” “Um,
nothing.” I wanted to leave this parking lot. I glanced at my watch. “We should
hurry or we’ll be late.” Richard
nodded. We got into the car and he drove in the direction of Hanna’s school.
Richard turned up the radio playing classical music songs from his phone. We rode to Hanna’s school in silence, like
always. I tried to think about things to say, but couldn’t think of anything.
It wasn’t like sitting in Natalie’s car who was my best friend. Whenever we
hung out, I had tons to say, but let it be Richard, my overbearing family, or
strangers I become quiet as a mouse. Richard liked that I didn’t talk much
around him. He often said sometimes the strongest bonds were those that could be
felt even amidst silence. He liked that
he could just be when he’s with me. It’s nice that I didn’t feel pressured to
entertain him and I guess I liked that I could just be with him too. Mama had
always expressed concern that our many differences would lead us to not being
able to connect very well. He was thirty eight and I was thirty. He liked
sports, classical music, and his work. I liked drawing, dancing, and spending
time with my family. The only thing we had in common was that we were two
lonely hearts looking for company that would never leave. Would that be enough
to hold us forever though? No, I pushed away those anxieties already. The
red bricked middle school appeared in the distance with the faint sound of a
bell ringing. Hanna stood against the wall that held the gate to the school
with a book in her hands, alone and isolated from everyone. She turned a page before noticing the car.
Hanna adjusted her backpack and climbed into the backseat. I smiled at her. “Hey,
honey, how was school?” “Good.” “Hey
sport,” Richard said. “Hi.”
Hanna pulled out her headphones just as I was about to ask if she had any
homework. I sighed. So much had changed when Adam died. She really took it hard
and I could imagine why. Hanna and Adam were so close. We were all so close.
No, I couldn’t think like that. I would just end up crying again. My eyes
shifted to the rearview mirror and I saw a small black car behind us. As
Richard turned the corner so did the car. The windows were tinted. Apprehension
returned and I tried to ignore the little car, but it crept into the mirror
every time I checked. I opened my mouth to speak, but then the car turned left.
I shook my head, my brown hangs brushing against my forehead. That was strange.
Richard
dropped us off. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks babe.” “Anytime.
Love you. Hey don’t forget about the family dinner coming up. I’ll call you tomorrow
about it ok?” “Love
you too.” Hanna
and I faced the beige paneled building with dirty white doors. A crowded bunch
of guys sat by the stairs smoking, drinking, and watching. I knew what they did
around here and I hated walking past them every time. Don’t worry Hanna, we’ll
soon be far away from a place like this, I caught myself thinking. Hanna and I
walked up the stairs and down the balcony to our room. I had to jangle the door
knob a bit to get it to open. I filed a maintenance report two weeks ago, but
nobody came yet. Finally, we got inside. “Alright, you have any homework?” I asked,
bolting the door. “No,”
she replied, dropping her bag by the couch and slipping off her shoes. She
pulled out that same book. She recently picked up a love for fantasy novels.
Sometimes I wondered when her green eyes looked dreamy and the teachers would
complain about her daydreaming in class if she ran away to her own little world.
“Ok,
guess I’ll get started on dinner.” After catching a shower and putting on a
pink gown that fell to my knees and I got out the brown rice and whole beans
after removing the meat I left to thaw in the sink. Soon, the aroma of baked chicken filled the
tiny apartment. When I finished, I called Hanna to the table and we sat in
silence. I was sick of silence. “No earphones at the table, dear.” Hanna
twisted her lips and slowly removed the earbuds. “Talk to me. What did u do at
school today? Join any clubs? Made any new friends?” “No.”
It
sounded like a whisper. She looked down at her plate, raking her rice with her
fork. “What?” “I
said no, I haven’t joined any clubs or made any friends,” she said a little
louder. “I feel like an outcast at that school.” The last part she murmured, but I heard her
and inwardly, I smiled. She hadn’t opened up to me like that in a while. “Oh
honey, the first few weeks of middle school always feel awkward I’m sure.”
Hanna chewed some of the chicken and swallowed. “It’ll get easier as the days
go by.” “I
hope so.” “Soo,
any crushes yet?” Hanna
blushed. “Mom!” “Must
be really cute then.” I laughed. Hanna looked down again but I saw the corners
of her mouth twitch into a tiny smile. The
rest of the conversation centered on her telling me how she loved the library, English
class, and the current book she was reading. I nodded and smiled at her passion
for reading. I felt grateful she was talking this much. When she finished the
rest of her food, I picked up her plate and mine. I washed the dishes and Hanna
resumed reading her book on the couch. I mopped the kitchen and cleaned the counters
before I sat on the couch and began finishing up that drawing I started at
work. I placed the pad on my knees with my back resting on the arm of the
couch. I finished up the poppies and felt proud of my work. How I loved
drawing. It allowed me to take a blank space and make something out of it and
gave me an empowering feeling. Drawing
flowers was the closest thing to gardening I had. Adam and I had never lived in
a house for me to start one of my own. I set the pad down and glanced at the
clock hanging over the front door. Almost ten. I nudged my foot against Hanna
who sat upright with her book. She gave me a funny look. “Ew Mom.” I
giggled. “It’s time for bed.” She groaned, but she closed her book, took a
shower, and prepared for bed. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and took
my time getting ready. I braided my hair into a thick French braid that fell
against my back bones. I wondered how I would wear my hair when I met with
Richard's parents. My stomach knotted at the thought of sitting around the
expensive dining table, listening to Richard's mom ramble about business
affairs that often made me feel like an outsider. His dad hardly talked, just
nodded and said an occasional yes dear. Sometimes, he said a sentence. His mom
would ask about me, but somehow every time I opened up she found every way to
make her replies seem condescending. I knew his parents secretly wondered how
on earth a rich bachelor found interest in a cook with a kid. They liked Hanna
and Richard's mom always found a way to encourage her to be smart in school.
His dad gave Hanna a peppermint every time he saw her. When, I walked out of
the bathroom, I saw Hanna in the bed, holding a picture frame in her hands. I
stood at the arch and watched her hug it. I knew it was that picture where
Adam, she, and I had gone to a waterpark. She never failed to hug that picture
every night before bed. “Hanna, we need to talk,” I heard myself say. I had to
tell her about Richard. “Yeah, what about?” She set the picture frame
back on the stand beside her. I
twisted my ring and swallowed. “Well, it’s about Richard.” Suddenly,
her eyes grew cold and her fingers clenched the sheets. “You’re marrying him
aren’t you?” “Yes,
honey,” I said in a defeated tone. “I’m
not calling him Dad. I never will.” She replied quickly as she turned away
toward the picture of our old family on the nightstand.
“I
don’t expect you to.” I rushed over to the bed and pulled Hanna into a warm hug.
“No one will ever take Adam’s place. Ever.” My night gown grew wet above my
left breast. I let her cry and adjusted myself so that her head rested on my
lap and I strummed my fingers through her long hair until she fell asleep. I
laid her comfortably on the pillow next to mine. I covered her up and kissed
her forehead. I stared at her for a while, uncertainty about this whole
situation in my heart like a sharp stone. I stood from the bed and walked to
the window that gave me a view of the bayou that lay next to the apartment
complex. A few stars twinkled in the sky. I glanced at the picture on the nightstand.
Adam’s round green eyes stood there, frozen. I missed him. He had such a
vibrant personality that lit up a room. Now there just seemed to be a hole
there in my life too big to be filled. The familiar chill ran down my spine. I
hugged myself and looked down outside the window. In the middle of an open field,
I saw a black wolf. We met eyes and it was if I saw a human intelligence in
those feral, yellow eyes. I closed the curtains and tried not to feel alarmed.
There was no way a wolf was going to get in here. I peeked through the curtains
and it was still there. I gasped closed the curtains again. I took a deep
breath and decided to get some sleep. Maybe sleep will erase my delusion, but
even as I slept, those feral eyes haunted my dreams and I tossed and turned
another night. © 2015 KiannaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 8, 2015 Last Updated on August 12, 2015 Tags: Kianna, Taylor, Kianna Taylor, darkness, fantasy, urban fantasy, epic fantasy, adventure, action, mom AuthorKiannaHouston, TXAboutHello. Hmm, about me. I am a pre-nursing student hoping to become a psychiatric nurse and work with mental health patients all day. Eventually, I want to establish my own clinic. Besides writing fanta.. more..Writing
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