Post by The Phantom Lady on Sept 25, 2011 14:55:31 GMT -5
Firstly I am really sorry for the stupid title... but I've never been good with titles...
Like with 'Coming Alive' I had some feelings that I needed to get out on paper... You see before I learned the truth about my father I really wanted to meet him; but what do you exactly tell someone like that? Now I'd rather have hot pokers in my eyes than find him...
But last time I was watching Breakfast on Pluto; you know the scene when Kitten is first looking for her mother and knocks on a door that is opened by a Jamaican man? Well that and my friend telling me she wants to meet her real dad but she was scared to because she had a dream where he tried to kill her had my mind going back to the days I'd imagine who my father was and get excited when I finally found the picture of some guy who looked remotely like me passed out on a couch with a beer in his hand, taken the year before I was born... or when I was a little girl and I'd imagine he was a king or something silly...
Anyway I'll post the story now!
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The young woman heaved a depressing sigh as she tried her best to raise her hand to knock the door in vain. She felt the familiar burning of tears pressing to leave her brown eyes and fighting them made her tremble. Her mouth opened and she considered leaving the premises the same way she had come and pretend she never even went…
After about 10 minutes of arguing with her own troubled mind she finally knocked on the door; the little force she was able to put in it was barely audible or so she thought. She still had a chance to walk away she told herself right before the door opened and her mouth fell open once again as she stood there wide eyed looking at the man in front of her.
“I’m not interested” he said and was about to close the door on her as she stood there frozen.
“I’m not… I’m not selling anything” she finally stammered
“Then what?” he asked, looking down at her; he was at least a head taller than the woman
“I am looking for Jackson Rippner” she said, not looking into his eyes; her right hand was massaging her left arm nervously.
“What do you need from him?” The blue eyed smartly clad man with lush brown hair pondered
“I uh, I have a message from Rosie Lark” she informed him. The man’s jaw fell opened and his eyes widened in shock
“How do you know Rosie?” he asked and ushered her inside nervously.
“Tell me how do you know her?” he asked steering for the drinks cabinet inside his expensively decorated apartment and poured himself a glass of liquor and with a gesture offered her too; she shook her head and sat herself down on the couch, still shivering.
“I know her quite well actually” she said in a dry voice and cleared her throat.
“You’re a friend of hers then?” he asked sitting down on the chair next to the couch taking a sip of the golden liquid in his glass
“I wouldn’t say that” her hands clasped together in her lap
“You’re sure you don’t want a drink?” he asked. Usually he wasn’t that welcoming unless he wanted something out of someone.
“I’m too young” she bit into her lip “I’m only 15”. The man was the one to clear his throat now. He looked intensely at her
“You’re Rosie’s niece then?” he asked remembering Rosie’s sister
“No” her shivering increased “her daughter” it didn’t feel as if it was herself who said it. The most uncomfortable silence laid around the room.
“I should leave” she shifted to get off of the leather couch.
“No wait” he said; locking his deep blue’s with her brown eyes “How is Rosie?” he put the glass on his coffee table
“She’s … great” her words barely made it past her lips; she was trembling that hard
“Then why did she send you?” he asked puzzled
“Okay I lied she doesn’t know I’m here… I’ll leave now” she said and dashed towards the door.
“Why did you come then?” he asked dryly.
She shrieked as he without her noticing had managed to reach the door before her and was now blocking it. Her poor racing heart was in her dry throat.
“Don’t hurt me” she panted
“I won’t, just don’t leave yet” he told the girl “Who are you?” he looked into her eyes and recognized Rosie’s.
“Rosie Larks daughter” her voice was merely a whisper due to her shock “I’m Lily” the teardrop she had been fighting so hard finally won over her and trailed down her pale cheek.
“And what do you want from me?” his tune of voice was turning sinister
“I just wanted to see you” she answered
“See me?” he c*cked his eyebrow “What are you on?” he wanted to know
“It’s best if you let me go” the girl shifted her feet and looked at the floor drying the second teardrop
“Are you here to rob me or what?” he asked her. She shook her head
“I don’t want anything from you” her lower lip disappeared into her mouth
“Sure you don’t” he shook his head “What is it then, who sent you?” he demanded to know.
“No one” she now looked up; her brown eyes had grown darker and she looked sternly at him
“I just wanted to meet my father; now I have so please have me excused” she raised her voice.
“Your father?” his voice was almost shrill with surprise
“Please, mum has all these pictures of you dated around the time I was conceived in a locked drawer!” she said coldly “You know what it says on the back of them? ‘Jackson being cute’ and stuff” he felt droplets of her spit hitting his face.
“Calm down!” he said in a voice that wasn’t close to calm either
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” she raised her voice; looking sternly into his eyes “You have no right to tell me anything!” she crossed her arms like the enraged teenager she truly was. “So what was it? Weren’t you man enough to own up to your mistake?” she asked, titling her head on the side in a demeaning manner.
“Hey, hey!” he put his hands tightly on her arms “Now take a deep breath and calm the F’ck down” he said with his eyes piercing directly into her eyes. She shuddered honestly scared again.
“Why did you leave?” her anger was replaced by a tearful voice “Didn’t you think I’d need a father?” her tears ran thick now. “-And what about my mum?”
Jackson was holding his breath holding onto the teenager he was holding onto. His mind was buzzing; was she speaking the truth? Was she really his daughter?
“Why are you so certain it’s me?” he swallowed
“The pictures!” she answered and with an awful lot of strength from her slender frame she got loose of his grip and reached into the pocket of her black jeans and punched a picture into his hand. He swallowed yet again as he studied it; remembering the scene…
“Look at the date” she told him; he didn’t have to… it was May 1995 “I was born February 1996” she told him. The picture in his hand was him pouring wine into two glasses of wine; smiling towards the camera being held by Lily’s mother. Jackson was looking from the picture to her then back at the picture.
Lily was quick to open the door and get outside; she couldn’t stand another minute in his apartment; in his presence
“Wait!” he called out; chucked the picture into his pocket and ran after her “You can’t just spring that on someone and walk off!” he called after her. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face him
“Worked out pretty well for you though … I still don’t have a father then” she informed him before she faced away from him and continued to walk away. He wanted to run after her and stop her but she soon made it into the elevator and he knew he could never explain his way out of chasing after a 15 year old girl so he let her walk off…
Like with 'Coming Alive' I had some feelings that I needed to get out on paper... You see before I learned the truth about my father I really wanted to meet him; but what do you exactly tell someone like that? Now I'd rather have hot pokers in my eyes than find him...
But last time I was watching Breakfast on Pluto; you know the scene when Kitten is first looking for her mother and knocks on a door that is opened by a Jamaican man? Well that and my friend telling me she wants to meet her real dad but she was scared to because she had a dream where he tried to kill her had my mind going back to the days I'd imagine who my father was and get excited when I finally found the picture of some guy who looked remotely like me passed out on a couch with a beer in his hand, taken the year before I was born... or when I was a little girl and I'd imagine he was a king or something silly...
Anyway I'll post the story now!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The young woman heaved a depressing sigh as she tried her best to raise her hand to knock the door in vain. She felt the familiar burning of tears pressing to leave her brown eyes and fighting them made her tremble. Her mouth opened and she considered leaving the premises the same way she had come and pretend she never even went…
After about 10 minutes of arguing with her own troubled mind she finally knocked on the door; the little force she was able to put in it was barely audible or so she thought. She still had a chance to walk away she told herself right before the door opened and her mouth fell open once again as she stood there wide eyed looking at the man in front of her.
“I’m not interested” he said and was about to close the door on her as she stood there frozen.
“I’m not… I’m not selling anything” she finally stammered
“Then what?” he asked, looking down at her; he was at least a head taller than the woman
“I am looking for Jackson Rippner” she said, not looking into his eyes; her right hand was massaging her left arm nervously.
“What do you need from him?” The blue eyed smartly clad man with lush brown hair pondered
“I uh, I have a message from Rosie Lark” she informed him. The man’s jaw fell opened and his eyes widened in shock
“How do you know Rosie?” he asked and ushered her inside nervously.
“Tell me how do you know her?” he asked steering for the drinks cabinet inside his expensively decorated apartment and poured himself a glass of liquor and with a gesture offered her too; she shook her head and sat herself down on the couch, still shivering.
“I know her quite well actually” she said in a dry voice and cleared her throat.
“You’re a friend of hers then?” he asked sitting down on the chair next to the couch taking a sip of the golden liquid in his glass
“I wouldn’t say that” her hands clasped together in her lap
“You’re sure you don’t want a drink?” he asked. Usually he wasn’t that welcoming unless he wanted something out of someone.
“I’m too young” she bit into her lip “I’m only 15”. The man was the one to clear his throat now. He looked intensely at her
“You’re Rosie’s niece then?” he asked remembering Rosie’s sister
“No” her shivering increased “her daughter” it didn’t feel as if it was herself who said it. The most uncomfortable silence laid around the room.
“I should leave” she shifted to get off of the leather couch.
“No wait” he said; locking his deep blue’s with her brown eyes “How is Rosie?” he put the glass on his coffee table
“She’s … great” her words barely made it past her lips; she was trembling that hard
“Then why did she send you?” he asked puzzled
“Okay I lied she doesn’t know I’m here… I’ll leave now” she said and dashed towards the door.
“Why did you come then?” he asked dryly.
She shrieked as he without her noticing had managed to reach the door before her and was now blocking it. Her poor racing heart was in her dry throat.
“Don’t hurt me” she panted
“I won’t, just don’t leave yet” he told the girl “Who are you?” he looked into her eyes and recognized Rosie’s.
“Rosie Larks daughter” her voice was merely a whisper due to her shock “I’m Lily” the teardrop she had been fighting so hard finally won over her and trailed down her pale cheek.
“And what do you want from me?” his tune of voice was turning sinister
“I just wanted to see you” she answered
“See me?” he c*cked his eyebrow “What are you on?” he wanted to know
“It’s best if you let me go” the girl shifted her feet and looked at the floor drying the second teardrop
“Are you here to rob me or what?” he asked her. She shook her head
“I don’t want anything from you” her lower lip disappeared into her mouth
“Sure you don’t” he shook his head “What is it then, who sent you?” he demanded to know.
“No one” she now looked up; her brown eyes had grown darker and she looked sternly at him
“I just wanted to meet my father; now I have so please have me excused” she raised her voice.
“Your father?” his voice was almost shrill with surprise
“Please, mum has all these pictures of you dated around the time I was conceived in a locked drawer!” she said coldly “You know what it says on the back of them? ‘Jackson being cute’ and stuff” he felt droplets of her spit hitting his face.
“Calm down!” he said in a voice that wasn’t close to calm either
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” she raised her voice; looking sternly into his eyes “You have no right to tell me anything!” she crossed her arms like the enraged teenager she truly was. “So what was it? Weren’t you man enough to own up to your mistake?” she asked, titling her head on the side in a demeaning manner.
“Hey, hey!” he put his hands tightly on her arms “Now take a deep breath and calm the F’ck down” he said with his eyes piercing directly into her eyes. She shuddered honestly scared again.
“Why did you leave?” her anger was replaced by a tearful voice “Didn’t you think I’d need a father?” her tears ran thick now. “-And what about my mum?”
Jackson was holding his breath holding onto the teenager he was holding onto. His mind was buzzing; was she speaking the truth? Was she really his daughter?
“Why are you so certain it’s me?” he swallowed
“The pictures!” she answered and with an awful lot of strength from her slender frame she got loose of his grip and reached into the pocket of her black jeans and punched a picture into his hand. He swallowed yet again as he studied it; remembering the scene…
“Look at the date” she told him; he didn’t have to… it was May 1995 “I was born February 1996” she told him. The picture in his hand was him pouring wine into two glasses of wine; smiling towards the camera being held by Lily’s mother. Jackson was looking from the picture to her then back at the picture.
Lily was quick to open the door and get outside; she couldn’t stand another minute in his apartment; in his presence
“Wait!” he called out; chucked the picture into his pocket and ran after her “You can’t just spring that on someone and walk off!” he called after her. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face him
“Worked out pretty well for you though … I still don’t have a father then” she informed him before she faced away from him and continued to walk away. He wanted to run after her and stop her but she soon made it into the elevator and he knew he could never explain his way out of chasing after a 15 year old girl so he let her walk off…
