Flynn’s car arrived, I was miserable
from hearing my mother beg to live. She bled so much the porch was drenched,
but I left her anyway. I had tried years ago to save her, but it was too late. Crying
frantically, I hadn’t been able to control my shaking fingers and I missed the
buttons a few times before typing in Abby’s number. If I had kept my fingers
steady, maybe my mom would have survived?
Joining Flynn in the car, I said nothing. I didn’t
look at him either as my eyes filled with tears at the sounds of Mom begging me
to dial faster. She hadn’t begged the night she died, but she wailed now for me
to love her enough to save her.
“Glass half empty, my Blue?”
Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes. “Not half.
Completely empty with maybe a single drop of water left.”
Flynn took my hand then started driving. “This weekend
my father will be away. Our rental house is quite nice and it’ll be mine. You
should join me on Saturday evening after you’re done visiting your aunt. Join
me for the whole evening and get a break from your sad yellow house. Would you
like that?”
Finally turning to him, I smiled weakly. “I would
like that a lot, Flynn. I can’t tell you how much.”
He shared my smile. “I’ll cook for you. We’ll share
a fine meal and I’ll lavish you with attention.”
The way Flynn said the word attention made me
laugh. His mischievous grin was back and I felt better just looking at it.
“Thank you,” I said, squeezing his hand.
“You are very welcome, my sweet sad girl.”
“I’m not so sad now.”
“I still sense it around the edges. I’ll have to
keep you entertained tonight with tales of my many great adventures,” he said,
grinning slyly. “None were so grand as walking into a closet and ending up in a
fantastical land with god in the form of a lion, but I did get lost in a secret
garden once.”
Smiling easier now, I chose to enjoy his tales,
his lively company, the expensive dinner, and the wonderful kisses he gave me
in his car before walking me to my door.
When the demons hounded me later, I dressed in my
cashmere pajamas and pictured spending the night with Flynn. Shoving aside reality,
I let myself dream.
Chapter Three
Walking into the Zandi house on Saturday morning,
I heard someone at the piano. Tyson was the one in the family most interested
in music. When I peeked around one of the house’s many arched doorways, I found
him playing rather casually at the white grand piano. His fingers moved lazily,
yet he made lovely music which filled the Mediterranean-style mansion. From my
spot at the doorway, I admired his profile and couldn’t help smiling.
Tyson was the first beautiful guy I ever met and I
still became flustered by his beauty. Like his sisters and parents and every
other Zandi, he possessed flawless olive skin, dark eyes and hair, and full
lips.
Recalling the night Tyson kissed me, I thought to
how tender his lips were while his gaze was full of passion. After the kiss, Tyson
had held me for another few minutes, watching me with those dark hungry eyes
then he gently released me and pretended as if he kissed all of his friends in
such a way.
While I was in his arms, I’d felt such promise for
a wonderful romance. Just as quickly, I was hurt by his rejection. I figured I
was too young for him or his parents wouldn’t approve of him slumming it with a
Davison girl. Whatever his reasons, no one should kiss like that then be able
to walk away.
Remembering his rejection, I entered the room feeling
more relaxed. His beauty still affected me, but I only smiled when he glanced in
my direction.
“Well if it isn’t Bluebell,” he said, using his
nickname for me while patting the bench where he sat. “Lacey is your chauffeur today,
I hear.”
“Yes, she and her power blue car are at my
disposal.”
Smiling with his sumptuous lips, he inhaled softly
then exhaled as if wanting to laugh.
“She is such a tomboy with that car,”
from hearing my mother beg to live. She bled so much the porch was drenched,
but I left her anyway. I had tried years ago to save her, but it was too late. Crying
frantically, I hadn’t been able to control my shaking fingers and I missed the
buttons a few times before typing in Abby’s number. If I had kept my fingers
steady, maybe my mom would have survived?
Joining Flynn in the car, I said nothing. I didn’t
look at him either as my eyes filled with tears at the sounds of Mom begging me
to dial faster. She hadn’t begged the night she died, but she wailed now for me
to love her enough to save her.
“Glass half empty, my Blue?”
Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes. “Not half.
Completely empty with maybe a single drop of water left.”
Flynn took my hand then started driving. “This weekend
my father will be away. Our rental house is quite nice and it’ll be mine. You
should join me on Saturday evening after you’re done visiting your aunt. Join
me for the whole evening and get a break from your sad yellow house. Would you
like that?”
Finally turning to him, I smiled weakly. “I would
like that a lot, Flynn. I can’t tell you how much.”
He shared my smile. “I’ll cook for you. We’ll share
a fine meal and I’ll lavish you with attention.”
The way Flynn said the word attention made me
laugh. His mischievous grin was back and I felt better just looking at it.
“Thank you,” I said, squeezing his hand.
“You are very welcome, my sweet sad girl.”
“I’m not so sad now.”
“I still sense it around the edges. I’ll have to
keep you entertained tonight with tales of my many great adventures,” he said,
grinning slyly. “None were so grand as walking into a closet and ending up in a
fantastical land with god in the form of a lion, but I did get lost in a secret
garden once.”
Smiling easier now, I chose to enjoy his tales,
his lively company, the expensive dinner, and the wonderful kisses he gave me
in his car before walking me to my door.
When the demons hounded me later, I dressed in my
cashmere pajamas and pictured spending the night with Flynn. Shoving aside reality,
I let myself dream.
Chapter Three
Walking into the Zandi house on Saturday morning,
I heard someone at the piano. Tyson was the one in the family most interested
in music. When I peeked around one of the house’s many arched doorways, I found
him playing rather casually at the white grand piano. His fingers moved lazily,
yet he made lovely music which filled the Mediterranean-style mansion. From my
spot at the doorway, I admired his profile and couldn’t help smiling.
Tyson was the first beautiful guy I ever met and I
still became flustered by his beauty. Like his sisters and parents and every
other Zandi, he possessed flawless olive skin, dark eyes and hair, and full
lips.
Recalling the night Tyson kissed me, I thought to
how tender his lips were while his gaze was full of passion. After the kiss, Tyson
had held me for another few minutes, watching me with those dark hungry eyes
then he gently released me and pretended as if he kissed all of his friends in
such a way.
While I was in his arms, I’d felt such promise for
a wonderful romance. Just as quickly, I was hurt by his rejection. I figured I
was too young for him or his parents wouldn’t approve of him slumming it with a
Davison girl. Whatever his reasons, no one should kiss like that then be able
to walk away.
Remembering his rejection, I entered the room feeling
more relaxed. His beauty still affected me, but I only smiled when he glanced in
my direction.
“Well if it isn’t Bluebell,” he said, using his
nickname for me while patting the bench where he sat. “Lacey is your chauffeur today,
I hear.”
“Yes, she and her power blue car are at my
disposal.”
Smiling with his sumptuous lips, he inhaled softly
then exhaled as if wanting to laugh.
“She is such a tomboy with that car,”
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