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| Secrets Of The Heart – Part One - chapter 1 | |
| By Brio | ||||||||
| 27 September 2006 | ||||||||
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OK...I have no work here, apart from a small piece in the short story section, so I've decided to post up a longer piece. I don't know how it will be recieved, all I know is it was posted on another forum and got a good reception. I'm not claiming to be great, or even good, I'm just a 20 something girl who loves words. I write for my own enjoyment, and I've been told I have a good imagination, which I try to 'entertain' others with, and if I succeed then that's great. Anyways enough of me, and I hope you enjoy this first part. I stopped by the little brick wall by the merchandise van, and looked at the large, rotund building that stood proudly ahead of me. A smattering of people lay on the pavement on blankets, sunning themselves in between hoping to catch glimpses of their idols. I smiled to myself as I moved closer. I looked over to the side of the building. There were no buses or them big people carrier thingies here yet, they have a wait on their hands I thought as I watched a water fight ensue “Celia!” I squinted as I looked over in the direction of the yell. “Ce!” I waved and made my way towards the stocky male calling my name. Mark was my brother’s best friend. Tall and built big he was always looking out for me, getting very short tempered if I was ill treated in any way. He was like another big brother and I certainly thought of him as one. And having known him since I was like 8 I loved him like one too . “Ce there you are, we were expecting you twenty minutes ago. Steve was getting worried.” “Traffic was murder.” I took my sunglasses off and put them in my bag. “There was an accident on the motorway, looked pretty nasty. It’s down to two lanes and the traffic is well backed up,” I explained. “Well you’re here now.” He smiled at me. “Steve’s in room three if you want to go through.” “Cheers Mark,” I chirped as he held the door open for me. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the dimmer light inside the building, and I found room three without a problem. After all I had been here at least twice before. I knocked quickly and sharply on the door and opened it. “Steve?” Steve was my big brother. OK not biologically but to me that didn’t matter. He’d more than proved himself worthy. He was there for me when I was growing up and getting confused about what was happening to me. He helped me with my homework, taught me to drive, took me for my first legal drink in the pub, offered me a shoulder to cry on when I split up with my first boyfriend and reasoned with me when I wanted to tear him limb from limb. When mum and dad died I had my chance to support him, help him through. We helped each other through. We talked, shared memories, and cried together. Had he not been around I wouldn’t have got through it. I could talk to him about anything, I could tell him about anything. But not this. It’d hurt him too much and I couldn’t do that. No, this was to stay with me for as long as possible. Eventually it would come out, that bit was unavoidable. But for now it was, and would remain my secret. “You’re here!” He downed tools and ran over to me, picking me up and spinning me round, giving me the biggest squeeze ever. “Yeah but I soon won’t be if you don’t let me breathe,” I managed to squeak. “Sorry, but I’m just so pleased to see you,” he gushed as he put me back down on terra firma. “And me you,” I said as I straightened my clothes. “I’ve missed you." “How long do I have you for? A few days, weeks?” I looked into his big brown eyes and saw sadness. I hated him sad. It made me sad. “Don’t go back, stay, please. I miss you.” “Well that depends.” His brow furrowed. “On what?” “Whether or not you’re gonna try and squeeze the living breath out of me every time we meet,” I chuckled. I’m planning on staying here for a bit. I’ve just got to sort out somewhere to stay. I had a look on the net at places to rent over here, and I found one on a yearly contract I really liked. So I rang the lady and I see it tomorrow at 3pm.” I grinned. “Woohoo! “ He picked me up and spun me again. “Sis is coming home!” Home. Strange word. My home wasn’t here, my home was Ireland. A little place called Enniskillen in County Fermanagh to be exact. A small, poky little one bedroomed cottage by beautiful lakes, with waters that shimmered as if they were encrusted with diamonds. Yet if I was taking the term home to mean my place of birth, then I was indeed coming home. “Oh bugger it,” he said as we heard faint screams. “I haven’t finished in here yet, I’ve got to put the rails up.” He put me down and fished in his pocket for his keys. “Here ya go, let yourself in and unpack.” I deftly caught them as he threw them at me. “See you later. Chinese tonight, my treat.” I saw his eyes light up and I blew him a kiss before I went. *** Shutting the door behind me I dropped my bags and went for a wander. He’d told me on the phone that he was on a DIY kick but this…what a transformation! Not that the place was bad before, but this was great! He’d obviously pulled down the whole staircase, because a gorgeous new open plan one stood in its place, with chrome grooved plates on the steps, and thick high tension rope wire to hold onto. Black leather sofas sat against the pure white walls in the living room, opposite a huge plasma screen TV. A real bachelor pad. I could just see him sitting here with Mark and a few other mates drinking beers and watching football. A mammoth sound system stood in the corner, and two huge speakers stood either side, with little surround sound ones dotted here and there. His new job must pay well I thought as I grabbed my bags and walked gingerly up the stairs to ‘my room’. Unpacking my things, not that there was much, I came across a photo in a drawer. Steve must have forgotten it was in here I thought as I looked at it. It was he and I, when we were younger, with mum and dad in the park. I slumped down heavy on the bed as I looked at it. I remembered that being taken, I remembered going to that park. It was the day I passed my driving test, the day before they died. The day before…Hastily I replaced the photo in the drawer, and piled a few clothes on it. I half sat, half lay on the huge sofa, some obscure film flickering on the massive TV. It was dark outside, I could see the streetlamps shining, their amber glow permeating the thin material of the curtains. The smell of Chinese food hung in the air, I’d eaten mine but Steve’s was in the oven, and it was making me hungry all over again. “Hey doll, ”he yelled as he slammed the door. “Sorry I’m late but there was an emergency. There was a water leak in the kitchen and I had to sort it.” He bent down and gave me a kiss. “Something smells good, I hope I haven’t ruined it.” “It might be a little dry, but it’s covered in foil so it should be OK,” I replied, easing myself up and off the sofa and walking though to the kitchen. “Sit yourself down and I’ll bring it through. I’ve had mine, I was starving.” Carefully taking the plate from the oven and removing the foil, I took a fork to the rice to fluff it up. I carried the plate through, and stealing a slice of lemon chicken I watched him tuck in. Dear old Steve. He was one man I loved to pieces, he’d never let me down, of that I was certain. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was letting him down.
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