Rebecca - Chapter 3
Chapter 3 for y'all
Mimi- hahah thanks =], i appreciate the compliment.
Ava- This is what happens next heehee =]
Rebecca
Chapter 3
They arrived outside an old building, with bland gray walls and a roof that was falling apart. A decade ago it was used as a storage building for things like building supplies because no one else ever bothered with the place, so it was usually free for workers to store their supplies there. Then someone had the 'brilliant' idea to turn the place into a bar and it had once been popular but Aaron had no idea how the place ran now. The talk that had surrounded the place ten years ago had all but died out as new places opened up and became more interesting. Aaron, himself, hadn't even bothered going into 'The Warehouse', as it was aptly named, as soon as he'd become old enough to drink.
'This is where we're going?' he asked incredulously, trying not to sound too disgusted as he saw a rat run from behind the building and into a nearby bush.
'Yup', Rebecca replied, walking inside. Aaron followed reluctantly. He supposed it was better than not seeing her at all. On the side of the door there was a poster, advertising a singer doing a tribute to Lori Blackwell, a ballad singer that was big in the 90's, when Aaron was little.
'We're here to see her?'
Rebecca paused and looked around to see what he was pointing at. When she saw it was the poster she smiled.
'Yeah, we are. I thought seeing as you couldn't meet my mum in person, this would be the closest thing to showing you how she was.'
'Your mum was Lori Blackwell?' Aaron was awestruck. Both his parents had been huge Lori fans, so he'd grown up listening to every song she'd ever released. They were devastated when they found out she'd been diagnosed with a brain tumor, and even more so when she died two years later,' I had no idea she'd had a kid.'
'No one did. My mum wanted to keep me out of the spotlight. My life was hard enough as it was without the press following me around all the time.' Rebecca didn't say anything more on the subject, closing up abruptly. Aaron figured it was a sensitive subject for her so he didn't push anymore questions. Instead, he took one last look at the poster then followed her inside.
The place was dimly lit with sconces along the burgundy colored walls and it gave off a homely, romantic atmosphere. There were huge black leather sofas around dark mahogany tables and huge gauzy material separating each area. From the way the place looked on the outside, it was difficult to guess it looked as classy as this on the inside. Not only that, but the place was fairly packed as well, there were only one or two tables spare.
'I thought this place had barely any customers nowadays', Aaron said, mostly to himself, seeing as Rebecca wasn't really paring much attention to him. Her gaze was directed at the large poster of her mother on the wall where the stage was. Aaron looked at it too and then he realized that the resemblance between Lori and Rebecca was uncanny. Rebecca had her mother's crystal blue eyes and full lips, as well as the pale complexion of her skin.
'You look like her, you know,' Aaron told Rebecca softly.
'Thanks,' Rebecca replied, as a tear rolled down her cheek. She swiped at it as Aaron caught her wrist and pulled her in his arms. The tears came more freely then, in heart wrenching sobs as she clutched to Aaron. People were starting to stare at them, so Aaron coaxed her to the nearest table that was available. By then, the tears had slowed and the sobs had turned into hiccups as she rested her head on Aaron's shoulder.' Sorry,' she hiccupped.
'Hey, don't apologize for crying over your mother.'
'It's just that, no one's ever said I looked like her before. I mean, no one really ever saw us together to say it. My dad used to tell me that I had her eyes when I was little, but when he joined the army I never really saw him after that so the compliment just went to the back of my mind. Then my mum dyed her hair blonde and I looked even less like her. When she developed the cancer she was thin that I....' her voice trailed off as a fresh well of tears filled up and spilled over her eyes.
Aaron caught a tear as it was about to run off her cheek, and then kissed her tenderly,' You don't have to talk about it if it upsets you like this,' he said, taking her into his arms once more. He couldn't help thinking of how right it felt to have her against him. How amazing it was to see that her head fit into his shoulder perfectly as she nestled into him. He mentally slapped himself as these errant thoughts surfaced. This was crazy- he barely knew the girl and already he was thinking about her like this. She was just a bet, he had to remember that. But when she looked up at him, her eyes shining with the story behind her pain, he knew she was more than that. He suddenly felt a lump in his own throat as he saw the raw emotion in her face. In that moment, the bet couldn't have been further from his mind.
'No it's fine,' Rebecca answered when she could speak again,' I want to tell you. I don't know why but...for some reason, it feels right to' Aaron nodded solemnly and waited for her to continue. She took a deep breath before she continued,' When I was little, the three of us were inseparable. We were a package deal, wherever one of us went, the other two came along. My mother was a beauty therapist and my dad stayed at home to take care of me. We were happy. Then my mother fell pregnant, with a little boy. We couldn't have been more overjoyed. We had another member to join our family and make it perfect. But when my mother was 8 months gone she fell walking down the porch steps and the doctor told us that although my mother hadn't miscarried, the baby had moved into a position where he would snap his neck on the way out of the womb and because she was so close to making it full term, there was very little they could do to move him now and the best option would have been to have an emergency abortion. We were distraught over the fact that we could lose him but my mother was convinced that he would make. After all, he was a Blackwell, and Blackwell's were fighters, so against the doctor's wishes, she kept the baby and went into labor 3 weeks later. She gave birth to a stillborn child that day. After that, everything changed; my dad joined the army because he needed to get away from it all, because he just couldn't stand to be in the house when there was so much pain and sadness. My mum dealt with it a little better, she decided to pursue a career in singing, something she'd always wanted to do. It seems that experiencing a death of someone so young, someone had barely begun their life, had made her realized that her own life was too short and too precious to waste. Both of my parents were still fairly young, I was 3 at the time, so they still had the chance to do what they really wanted to, but the real reason behind their career choices was simply to escape. My life had been turned upside down from that day, I moved around a lot with my dad, placed in a different location every year. I saw my mum 4 times a year if I were lucky. When I turned 6 my mother realized that being moved from location to location at such a young age wasn't good for me, so she hired a nanny to look after me and moved me over to California, so I was nearer to her. We became close again after that, and I saw her a lot more, but it was always in places where the press couldn't follow her, dingy cafes that probably had 3 customers a week, parks in run down areas that were always empty. I didn't mind so much, because it meant I got to see her, and that meant more to me than the place we were in. Then when I was 7 my mum was diagnosed with cancer, a brain tumor, so she had to quit her singing career and came to live at the place where I was staying. My dad took a year's leave to care for her, but he ended up going back after 6 months, once again unable to take the pain. My mum died 2 years after she was diagnosed with cancer, in April. It rained on the day of her funeral, but that didn't stop people from coming all over to see her. There must have been 500 people there that day, not including the press covering the front page story. The only person who wasn't there was my dad; he couldn't deal with the pain of losing another loved one so he just stayed away. I haven't seen him for 9 years, but he writes to me, sends me a card at Christmas and on my birthday and a cheque, but that's all I get from him. In some ways, I prefer it like that, I can deal with the loss of my family all at once, but in other ways it's difficult. It means I have no one to talk to, the careers I had as a little girl didn't feel close to me, and so I never really spoke to them. I've never really had any one to speak to.' Rebecca sighed, looking out of the window at the drizzle that had started falling outside.
'You can speak to me,' Aaron found himself saying as he observed her profile. She looked back to him and gave him a small smile.
'I know,' she replied,' but I'm sorry I dumped all that on you on a first date. It doesn't seem very fair that I tell you my horrific life story before we've even got a drink.' She laughed then, filling the air with her voice.
'It's okay. I sort of like the fact that you opened up to me.' Aaron felt a little thrill go through him as he processed the idea of this being a 'first date', liking the idea that she indicated she wanted to see him more.
'Still, it doesn't make a very good impression on me when I spill my guts to a guy I barely know. A very charming, handsome, caring guy but one I barely know all the same.'
'Well if I'm being honest, I've never really been on a date before, so it's not like I know the protocol for what happens, so don't worry, it hasn't changed my opinion of you because you've hinted that you're not acting like a girl does on a first date. It doesn't surprise me anyway; you're not like any girl I've met before. What you just told me rectifies that again, and it just makes me want to know you more,' Aaron grinned at her then,' Also, if you haven't already noticed, we're not really doing things by the book as it is. We've already had our first and second kiss before we've even had one date.'
'That's true', she said. Then she kissed him again. This time it was longer, deeper. Her teeth grazed over his bottom lip, making him shudder a little. She giggled.' And that was our third.'
Rebecca stood up and then walked towards the bar, just as the lights were lowered even more and a small guy came on stage, wearing a blue suit. He announced that the show was about to start just as Rebecca came back to the table, a pint in one hand and a coke in the other.
'The shows about to start', she whispered dramatically, then giggled a little bit,' this should be good.'
Ava- This is what happens next heehee =]
Rebecca
Chapter 3
They arrived outside an old building, with bland gray walls and a roof that was falling apart. A decade ago it was used as a storage building for things like building supplies because no one else ever bothered with the place, so it was usually free for workers to store their supplies there. Then someone had the 'brilliant' idea to turn the place into a bar and it had once been popular but Aaron had no idea how the place ran now. The talk that had surrounded the place ten years ago had all but died out as new places opened up and became more interesting. Aaron, himself, hadn't even bothered going into 'The Warehouse', as it was aptly named, as soon as he'd become old enough to drink.
'This is where we're going?' he asked incredulously, trying not to sound too disgusted as he saw a rat run from behind the building and into a nearby bush.
'Yup', Rebecca replied, walking inside. Aaron followed reluctantly. He supposed it was better than not seeing her at all. On the side of the door there was a poster, advertising a singer doing a tribute to Lori Blackwell, a ballad singer that was big in the 90's, when Aaron was little.
'We're here to see her?'
Rebecca paused and looked around to see what he was pointing at. When she saw it was the poster she smiled.
'Yeah, we are. I thought seeing as you couldn't meet my mum in person, this would be the closest thing to showing you how she was.'
'Your mum was Lori Blackwell?' Aaron was awestruck. Both his parents had been huge Lori fans, so he'd grown up listening to every song she'd ever released. They were devastated when they found out she'd been diagnosed with a brain tumor, and even more so when she died two years later,' I had no idea she'd had a kid.'
'No one did. My mum wanted to keep me out of the spotlight. My life was hard enough as it was without the press following me around all the time.' Rebecca didn't say anything more on the subject, closing up abruptly. Aaron figured it was a sensitive subject for her so he didn't push anymore questions. Instead, he took one last look at the poster then followed her inside.
The place was dimly lit with sconces along the burgundy colored walls and it gave off a homely, romantic atmosphere. There were huge black leather sofas around dark mahogany tables and huge gauzy material separating each area. From the way the place looked on the outside, it was difficult to guess it looked as classy as this on the inside. Not only that, but the place was fairly packed as well, there were only one or two tables spare.
'I thought this place had barely any customers nowadays', Aaron said, mostly to himself, seeing as Rebecca wasn't really paring much attention to him. Her gaze was directed at the large poster of her mother on the wall where the stage was. Aaron looked at it too and then he realized that the resemblance between Lori and Rebecca was uncanny. Rebecca had her mother's crystal blue eyes and full lips, as well as the pale complexion of her skin.
'You look like her, you know,' Aaron told Rebecca softly.
'Thanks,' Rebecca replied, as a tear rolled down her cheek. She swiped at it as Aaron caught her wrist and pulled her in his arms. The tears came more freely then, in heart wrenching sobs as she clutched to Aaron. People were starting to stare at them, so Aaron coaxed her to the nearest table that was available. By then, the tears had slowed and the sobs had turned into hiccups as she rested her head on Aaron's shoulder.' Sorry,' she hiccupped.
'Hey, don't apologize for crying over your mother.'
'It's just that, no one's ever said I looked like her before. I mean, no one really ever saw us together to say it. My dad used to tell me that I had her eyes when I was little, but when he joined the army I never really saw him after that so the compliment just went to the back of my mind. Then my mum dyed her hair blonde and I looked even less like her. When she developed the cancer she was thin that I....' her voice trailed off as a fresh well of tears filled up and spilled over her eyes.
Aaron caught a tear as it was about to run off her cheek, and then kissed her tenderly,' You don't have to talk about it if it upsets you like this,' he said, taking her into his arms once more. He couldn't help thinking of how right it felt to have her against him. How amazing it was to see that her head fit into his shoulder perfectly as she nestled into him. He mentally slapped himself as these errant thoughts surfaced. This was crazy- he barely knew the girl and already he was thinking about her like this. She was just a bet, he had to remember that. But when she looked up at him, her eyes shining with the story behind her pain, he knew she was more than that. He suddenly felt a lump in his own throat as he saw the raw emotion in her face. In that moment, the bet couldn't have been further from his mind.
'No it's fine,' Rebecca answered when she could speak again,' I want to tell you. I don't know why but...for some reason, it feels right to' Aaron nodded solemnly and waited for her to continue. She took a deep breath before she continued,' When I was little, the three of us were inseparable. We were a package deal, wherever one of us went, the other two came along. My mother was a beauty therapist and my dad stayed at home to take care of me. We were happy. Then my mother fell pregnant, with a little boy. We couldn't have been more overjoyed. We had another member to join our family and make it perfect. But when my mother was 8 months gone she fell walking down the porch steps and the doctor told us that although my mother hadn't miscarried, the baby had moved into a position where he would snap his neck on the way out of the womb and because she was so close to making it full term, there was very little they could do to move him now and the best option would have been to have an emergency abortion. We were distraught over the fact that we could lose him but my mother was convinced that he would make. After all, he was a Blackwell, and Blackwell's were fighters, so against the doctor's wishes, she kept the baby and went into labor 3 weeks later. She gave birth to a stillborn child that day. After that, everything changed; my dad joined the army because he needed to get away from it all, because he just couldn't stand to be in the house when there was so much pain and sadness. My mum dealt with it a little better, she decided to pursue a career in singing, something she'd always wanted to do. It seems that experiencing a death of someone so young, someone had barely begun their life, had made her realized that her own life was too short and too precious to waste. Both of my parents were still fairly young, I was 3 at the time, so they still had the chance to do what they really wanted to, but the real reason behind their career choices was simply to escape. My life had been turned upside down from that day, I moved around a lot with my dad, placed in a different location every year. I saw my mum 4 times a year if I were lucky. When I turned 6 my mother realized that being moved from location to location at such a young age wasn't good for me, so she hired a nanny to look after me and moved me over to California, so I was nearer to her. We became close again after that, and I saw her a lot more, but it was always in places where the press couldn't follow her, dingy cafes that probably had 3 customers a week, parks in run down areas that were always empty. I didn't mind so much, because it meant I got to see her, and that meant more to me than the place we were in. Then when I was 7 my mum was diagnosed with cancer, a brain tumor, so she had to quit her singing career and came to live at the place where I was staying. My dad took a year's leave to care for her, but he ended up going back after 6 months, once again unable to take the pain. My mum died 2 years after she was diagnosed with cancer, in April. It rained on the day of her funeral, but that didn't stop people from coming all over to see her. There must have been 500 people there that day, not including the press covering the front page story. The only person who wasn't there was my dad; he couldn't deal with the pain of losing another loved one so he just stayed away. I haven't seen him for 9 years, but he writes to me, sends me a card at Christmas and on my birthday and a cheque, but that's all I get from him. In some ways, I prefer it like that, I can deal with the loss of my family all at once, but in other ways it's difficult. It means I have no one to talk to, the careers I had as a little girl didn't feel close to me, and so I never really spoke to them. I've never really had any one to speak to.' Rebecca sighed, looking out of the window at the drizzle that had started falling outside.
'You can speak to me,' Aaron found himself saying as he observed her profile. She looked back to him and gave him a small smile.
'I know,' she replied,' but I'm sorry I dumped all that on you on a first date. It doesn't seem very fair that I tell you my horrific life story before we've even got a drink.' She laughed then, filling the air with her voice.
'It's okay. I sort of like the fact that you opened up to me.' Aaron felt a little thrill go through him as he processed the idea of this being a 'first date', liking the idea that she indicated she wanted to see him more.
'Still, it doesn't make a very good impression on me when I spill my guts to a guy I barely know. A very charming, handsome, caring guy but one I barely know all the same.'
'Well if I'm being honest, I've never really been on a date before, so it's not like I know the protocol for what happens, so don't worry, it hasn't changed my opinion of you because you've hinted that you're not acting like a girl does on a first date. It doesn't surprise me anyway; you're not like any girl I've met before. What you just told me rectifies that again, and it just makes me want to know you more,' Aaron grinned at her then,' Also, if you haven't already noticed, we're not really doing things by the book as it is. We've already had our first and second kiss before we've even had one date.'
'That's true', she said. Then she kissed him again. This time it was longer, deeper. Her teeth grazed over his bottom lip, making him shudder a little. She giggled.' And that was our third.'
Rebecca stood up and then walked towards the bar, just as the lights were lowered even more and a small guy came on stage, wearing a blue suit. He announced that the show was about to start just as Rebecca came back to the table, a pint in one hand and a coke in the other.
'The shows about to start', she whispered dramatically, then giggled a little bit,' this should be good.'
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