Blackheart part 2 |
Andra delen, hope you like it!
Jared sighed happily, caressing my hair slowly as he held me tightly. Every time Jared held me, I felt secure, like every anxiety disappeared and I was just safe and sound in his arms. Even though I was tall – taller than most of the towns boys – I felt small when Jared’s large arms held me. He was probably one of the tallest boys in the town – sadly I think that because of that height of his, he will be handed a short girl. So the child won’t be too tall.
“What are you going to do about the Hand away?” Jared suddenly asked.
I sighed and buried my face in his strong chest, breathing in his lovely scent.
“I don’t know,” I murmured.
“You’re not thinking about becoming an outcast?” Jared mumbled.
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“You know you won’t survive that, nobody does,” Jared murmured softly in my ear.
“I don’t know,” I whispered. Suddenly, I was wrestled down to the floor by Jared; he watched my surprise in amusement and smirked.
“Is that all you can say? ‘Don’t know’,” Jared said, slowly bringing his face closer to mine. “And I really have to say that this dress really fits you perfectly.” Right, I was still in my Hand away dress.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling my pulse quicken, oh, I really love this boy. We stared into each other’s eyes and then kissed again, it was a sweet kiss, but it was filled with so much love. We both ended the kiss quickly before it got too serious, I could feel my body craving him but I had to just let that emotion go.
“Avelina Medicott, I, Jared Andersen, love you,” Jared whispered in my ear. I giggled and kissed him softly.
“Call me Ava, I love you too,” I murmured. “I think we need to go back downstairs before my mother comes after us.”
“You’re right as always,” Jared chuckled and got up, helping me to my feet on his way up – like a real gentleman.
“Here’s the book,” I said and gave it to him. He smirked and gave me a quick kiss, taking the book from my grasp and turning, to walk ahead of me downstairs. I blushed slightly but recovered quickly when we reached the kitchen. Eva had prepared most of the dinner, it smelled heavenly! My mother saw us entering but glared at me when she saw me, oh no…
“Avelina Medicott, go change immediately! Don’t dirty your gown!” Eva yelled.
I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel and headed back up to my room. I changed quickly and put the gown on a hanger, it really was a beautiful gown, but to me it only meant separation from Jared. Sighing, I headed back downstairs; my father was away on a business trip so I was surprised when I heard another male voice in the kitchen that wasn’t Jared’s. Curious, I peeked around the door and saw a young boy standing in our kitchen; it looked like he was the same age as me. He was tall and slender, not as well built as Jared though. He had neatly styled dark blond hair, he slowly turned and spotted me behind the door, smiling he observed my reaction. His green eyes filled with amusement – the smile looked more like a smirk if you looked closely – still, he was handsome, this is the prince, Scott Hansen.
“Hey there,” Scott said in a deep, manly voice.
“H-hi,” I stuttered, feeling insecure. Scott had this aura – filled with confidence and…manliness?
“I was just in the neighborhood and thought that I would come by and say hello. Since there has been some gossiping about us becoming partners,” Scott said matter-of-factly, his eyes traveled down my body.
“You believe that yourself?” I asked, crossing my arms, covering my breast as I felt self-conscious.
“Who knows,” he murmured and held my gaze. “Well, I must go; I have other things to do. See you around.” Scott took my mother’s hand and kissed it (cheesy) and then he walked over to me, he paused for a brief second and then he gave me a kiss on the cheek. He brought his lips to my ear in one swift move.
“You’ll be mine, don’t you dare refuse me at the Hand away,” Scott whispered and bit my ear softly. I gasped and glared at him; he chuckled slightly and walked out – was I just threaten in my own house? Okay, technically it was my parent’s house but still – how dare he come in here and threaten me? I took a deep breath and pushed away the anger, controlling it. My mother gushed to Jared but I could see Jared’s pained eyes, the reality was creeping closer and closer every day – we would separate, it was only a matter of time.
The days went and the Hand away crept closer each day. Jared and I spent almost every second together as to say goodbye to each other. Tomorrow was the Hand away, I was sitting on Jared’s lap with his arms around me in my room, the sun had set and it was almost time for him to go back home.
“Tomorrows the day,” Jared whispered in my ear, his voice was filled with pain.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, feeling tears prickle my eyes.
“Be happy…for my sake,” he whispered and pulled me even closer. “Don’t consider becoming an outcast, there’s only death waiting for those.”
“I’ll try…you too, be happy,” I muttered.
“Don’t consider it,” Jared pleaded, kissing the top of my head.
“I love you.”
“Don’t avoid the subject, promise me, please,” Jared said, sighing.
“I can’t promise you that. Sorry,” I murmured and turned in his arms, facing him; I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him. Jared sighed again and pushed me softly away; rising to his feet he offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me up. He took my face between his hands and kissed me deeply. The kiss was passionately and hot, it was the best kiss ever with Jared – still it tasted bitter, this was goodbye; we would no longer be able to meet like this, after tomorrow there would just be courtesy meetings.
“I really love you Ava. Goodbye,” Jared whispered, caressing my head.
“I love you too,” I mumbled. Jared kissed me one last time and went out of my room; he closed the door slowly after himself. I covered my mouth with my hand and crumbled to the floor, crying silently. I crawled to my bed and tried to sleep, trying to escape the reality for a few hours.
I woke up the day after, feeling tired. I didn’t get that many hours of sleep, hoping that my eyes wouldn’t be red from the crying last night; I went to the mirror to check. Luckily, there were only huge bags under my eyes, a little make-up and that would be gone. I took a deep breath and slapped myself in the face. Today is the day, today is the Hand away.
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