I know what your thinking, "Another story from you?" I know, but I'm stopping The Arena and Life As It Is. So now it's just this story and Love and Loss. So please read, I know you will enjoy. Just a quick info: the main character is rich, very rich, and she loses everything in one night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 I have loved you for a thousand years, and I'll love you for a thousand more I listened to that song over and over. I couldn't stop. It had replaced another song from two years before. I missed him. I have missed him since what happened. Since what happened, I have thought it was my fault. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Two years earlier~ "I can't wait," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I can't either, hun," I replied also smiling. It was our three year anniversary. We were going to a really fancy restaurant. We were seventeen. We were hopelessly in love. We told each other that we wanted to marry each other. "I miss you, babe. I'll see you at seven," he told me. "'Kay, love you!" I replied and kissed into the phone. "Love you too, baby!" He kissed into the phone and hung up. It was 5:00 p.m. I had two hours to get ready. I dug in my closet to find my best dress; it was strapless, not too long and not too short and black, which fit my personality. When I found it, I put it on and I put on my short black heels. I walked over to my desk that held my make up. I looked up at the clock and realised I had taken an hour just to find my dress. I sat down and started applying my eyeshadow. I took my time, knowing he would be a tad late. As I finished the doorbell rang. I yelled for someone to get it for me, thinking to was my boyfriend. I made sure that I hadn't missed anything or made any mistakes. "Sweetie," I heard from downstairs. "Coming," I replied and grabbed my black clutch as I walked to my door. I walked down the stairs, my brown curls bouncing on my shoulders. As I reached the end of the stairs I saw my mother with a worried look on her face. She seemed to have tears brimming her eyes. "Mother," I said, "is something wrong? Is it father?" "No, sweetie," she whispered. I looked at the door and saw a policeman standing there. "Miss," he said, directed to me, "are you Marie Evans?" "Yes, officer. What is this about?" I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. And my boyfriend hadn't done anything wrong since before he met me. "You do know Jason Martins, correct?" "What has he done? Is he hurt?" I asked and covered my mouth. The police officer just looked at me sadly. I waited for a few moments for an answer. Finally my mother choked, "Jason is dead, Marie." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Feedback please. I want to know what you think!
Guys, that isn't the plot. Its only the beginning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2 "Wh-what?" I stuttered. I couldn't believe it. "Jason was killed, miss," the officer said sadly. "Jason was driving here, it seems, and he was hit. By a drunk driver. Jason died on impact, even though he was wearing his seatbelt. The drunk, however, is fine." I couldn't speak. I just looked at my mother and the police officer. I could feel tears threatening to appear. I blinked them back and said, "Mother, officer, thank you." I turned and walked back up the stairs. My older brother, Jack, saw me and looked confused. He was only three years older but he understood many thing. "Marie, did stand you up?" he asked tenderly and lightly put an arm around my shoulder. "N-no," I replied swallowing back tears. "Then what happened?" "J-Jason i-is d-dead..." I whispered and closed my eyes. "Oh, Marie, I am so sorry." He lead me to my room, even though it wasn't needed. "Marie, where's Jason?" my older sister and twin to Jack, Jessica, asked. "Dead," Jack answered. She covered her mouth in surprise. She walked to me and put her arms around me to hold me. As she did that, I let the tears fall. Jack brought over some tissues for me, but I was too busy sobbing to notice. "Jack, could you..." my sister started. Jack understood immediately and walked out of my room, shutting the door on his way out. Jess just held me as I cried, trying to soothe me and coax the tears away. I couldn't stop crying; my eyes were faucets. I knew then, I couldn't live with out Jason. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Present~ I was drinking my third beer. I know I wasn't allowed, but I did anyway. Anything to stop the pain. Jess came into my room, seeing me with the beer. "That isn't going to help, Marie," she said. I ignored her comment. "Five years," I managed to say. "It would be our five year anniversary, but he's dead." "Don't start, Marie." I nodded and took another long drink from my beer mug. She frowned and left my room. I could hear mumbling outside my door. Probably talking about me. Probably my mother and Jess. Suddenly an new song came on. I was about to change it back to A Thousand Years but then I heard it was Wish You Were Here . I groaned and started singing along. I can be tough, I can be strong. Bit with you, it's not like that at all.
What? Just...what? Of course it's part of the plot! It obviously has a huge role in what happens later on. That was also a spoiler.
Chapter 3 I think it's time I introduce myself. My name is Marie Nichole Evans. I am nineteen years old and my family is supported by my mother, a real estate broker, and my father, a successful plastic surgeon. I have a brother, Jackson Carson Evans and a sister, Jessica Anglia Evans. Us Evans have brown hair, curly for the ladies and straight for the gentlemen. We have emerald green eyes that have a very small hint of blue. We are tall and skinny, but not so skinny you can count our ribs. My brother and sister are twins, as I have mentioned. They have been to college and live in their own homes but visit our parents and I frequently. I have not been to college, for I have been too depressed. I spent most of my money on things I need: booze, pills, doctors, anything that might help me get out of depression. I had not found love since Jason and I did not intend to have another for the rest of my days. My family told me to find one but I ignored them and went on with my life as it was. Now, you shall see my story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up one morning and looked at the clock. Wait, make that afternoon, considering it was 2:21p.m. I groaned and put my head into my pillow. "Miss Marie," I heard, "it iz two-thirty. You need to get up." It was my maid, Emmit. She was French and I absolutely adored her. "Emmit," I said, "why should I get up now? I have a really bad hangover." "Oh, last night waz..." She didn't need to go on. "Da," I replied. I sat up and held my head. Emmit was looking as wonderful as ever. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed down her back and her clear and happy blue eyes were looking into mine. She handed me a pill and a glass of water. I smiled and took the pill. it was supposed to help my hangover, as my parents thought. It was an anti-depressant, that was I could get over Jason's death. It was working, so far. "How are you?" Emmit asked. "Same as always," I replied. I got up and walked over to my revolving closet. "Hmm... Black again today?" I asked Emmit. "Not, today. It is supposed to be zery hot," she replies with her amazing accent. I just loved it. "Then, light pink?" "That should be good." I smiled and looked for a nice, summery light pink outfit. Finally I found it and set it on my now made bed. Then I walked Into the bathroom to take a shower. After I was finished I put on the outfit. It was a light blouse with light jeans and some accessories. I slid on some flats that matched. Emmit came in with my breakfast, I mean, lunch. I ate it in silence, as my normal morning would go. Then Emmit said, "You zould go out today." I choked on my food. Finally, when I had gotten it down my throat, I asked, "Why?" "You need to meet new people, have fun!" she replied. "I am having fun, in the confinement of my home." "No are not," Emmit scowled. "I will not," I said. "Yes you will! You need to meet new people, have fun. Not go zee doctors, go to bars or go get pills to pop. I will zee to it that you will go out!" "Fine!" I yelled. I pushed back my lunch and stared out the window. I never wanted to go out. It reminded me of the accident. I never wanted to leave, only for doctors, and pills. And the occasional bar. Just to feel better. Sadly, it never worked. I sat in my room for the next hour. Then Emmit came into my room and dragged me to my door. I grumbled and walked downstairs, my curls bouncing on my shoulders as usual. I sighed and put my hair in a hair tie. The I took a light pink purse and walked out the house. I sighed and walked to my black Lamborghini. I slid into the driver's seat and started the car. And with that, I drove to the one place that I knew the most, Tiffany's . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you don't like it, don't read it please. I know I gave away the plot, but only the smallest detail. Seriously, if you don't like it, don't complain, just don't read it. Thank you for your comments and criticism.
Kinda short. But hope ya like it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4 I browsed through the women's apparel department at Tiffany's. I didn't want to buy anything, but I had to do something. Then, I headed to the men's apparel to see if I could find anything for my father, since his birthday was a few weeks away. I was walking toward the men's apparel when all of a sudden I was knocked to the ground. My pink purse flew to the side and my head hit the floor. I muttered a curse word under my breath and reached for my purse. Then I saw a hand grab it and the owner of the hand said, "I am so sorry. Are you okay, miss?" He held out his hand to help me up. I looked up when I heard his deep voice. I saw a man around my age, give or take a year or two. He had dirty blonde hair and a brilliant smile. He was about 6' 1" and his eyes were an amazing chocolate brown. "I am fine, sir," I replied and took his hand as got up. When I was ip and steady, I held my hand out for my purse. He handed it to me with a swift gesture. I took it and smiled at him kindly. "What is your name, miss?" the man asked politely. "Marie. Marie Evans. And yours?" I asked with equal politeness. "I am Dustin. Dustin Wilson. It is a pleasure to meet you, Marie." "And I you, Dustin. I must be off." I started walking away when his hand was placed on my shoulder. "Do you mind me asking what you are doing in the men's apparel?" he asked curiously. I turned around and he let go of my shoulder. "Not at all. I am here for my father. His birthday is in a few weeks," I replied politely. "Now, I must be going. Good day." "Good day." I started walking away when I heard him say, "I hope we meet again, Marie." I pretended I didn't hear him and kept walking. But I did hear him, and it was strange to hear. I pushed it out of my mind and searched for something for my father that he didn't have. I was in men's watches when I found a Rolex that my father didn't have. I looked at the price tag. It was $6,890.00. Not bad. After all, it was worth it, and for my father. But the weird thing was, I couldn't get Dustin or his comment out of my head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 5 I paid the money and had the Rolex gift wrapped. I walked out to my Lamborghini and opened the door. I put the keys in the ignition. I backed up slowly and watched what was behind me. Suddenly, a red Ferrari hit my bumper. I scowled at whoever was driving the Ferrari. I got out and walked to the back of my car. I was checking out the damage when I heard a familiar and deep voice say, "Whoa. Sorry about that." I looked up and saw Dustin. This was not an accident. "Dustin? Seriously?" I asked with a scowl. "Sorry, Marie. Second time in one day I do some kind of damage." He smirked and chuckled quietly. I scowled again and said, "You seriously need to stop this." I was looking at my bumper again and saw that it had to be fixed. I groaned. "What's wrong?" Dustin asked. "My parents are going to kill me! And I won't be able to go to get rides in the limo! Just because of you!" He stared at me in disbelief. "Seriously? You are spoiled" "Let's just exchange insurance and get on with it. I have to get home. And I'm not taking responsibility." He nodded and we exchanges insurance. Then he got in his car and backed up so I could get to a repair shop. I got in my car and backed it up where I could get through the parking lot. Dustin knocked on my window before I left and I rolled it down. "Yes?" I asked impatiently. "Let me have your number, just in case," he said with no expression on his face. I rolled my eyes. I had heard this before. "Sure," I said. I gave him my phone number and he gave me his. I thanked him and left. I turned on the radio and listened to my favorite radio station. Finally, I got to the repair shop. It turns out it cost $900.00! I may have a family made of money, but that cost way too much. I called my parents and let them know what happened. They weren't as angry as I thought, but still, they were angry. I understood why they weren't so angry: that was the first accident that month. So, I was happy when they decided that my punishment was no spending money for three days. Not that bad. Chapter 6 Once the bumper was fixed, I drove home. When I got home, Emmit was there. She was smiling and she said, "Bonjour!" "Bonjour!" I smiled back. "How waz your day? Good, no?" she asked. "Indeed it was, Emmit. In fact, I have Father's birthday present already." Emmit oohed as I took out the box and showed her the Rolex. "It iz zery pretty," she commented. "Yes, and I need you to hide it for me please." "Zery well," she said as she took the box from me. She shuffled away and I walked up the stairs to my room. "Hey, little sis," I heard. I turned and saw Jessica. "Jess!" I exclaimed. She ran over to me and I hugged her. "How are you, little Marie? Still depressed? It's been over two years now." "I'm better, but I want out today so..." I shrugged. I walked into my room with my sister. Then Emmit came in a said, "Ze present iz hidden zery well, Marie." "Excellent," I replied with a smile. "So," Jessica started, "What were you up to today? Present shopping for..?" "Father," I replied. "I figured, since I was at Tiffany's, why not." "Anyzing else?" Emmit asked. "Yes, actually. A man ran into my Lamborghini today just as I was leaving." Emmit scowled and said something in French. Then said, "Go on." So I told them about Dustin. It wasn't a long story, but they seemed hooked once I described him. Emmit oohed over Dustin's hair and Jessica oohed over his eyes. Then they both oohed over his smile. After I was done, the seemed to be in a daze. I snapped my fingers in front of them after a few minutes and they just smiled at me. "What?" I asked. I looked at each of them, very confused. "He is totally your type!" Jessica squealed. "Da," Emmit agreed. "He is not. There were only two exchanges, that was it," I replied scowling. "Sure," Jessica said and walked out of my room. Emmit smiled and followed her. I lied down on my bed. I loved Jessica and Emmit, but sometimes they really got on my nerves.