6. Battle of Emotions
She fits the description of Cassandra perfectly. ^
If music be the food of love, play on.
~William Shakespeare
Dedicated to Daily_roses ❤
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After unpacking, I call Jordan.
"Hey Cass !" He greets enthusiastically.
"He BBM!! How's it going?"
"Its not the same without you. I have to do your work too. Its taxing. Extra hours, plus the tech team is launching a new sound system this month. So there are sponsors coming in day in and day out. I'm in charge of the finance. Anyways, enough of my problems. How are you?"
I recall my previous encounter with Adonis, shaking off the nasty feeling bottled up in me. I should make Jordan believe that I am off to a good start. Otherwise he will start to fret.
"Its beautiful in here Jordan. The view is alluring. I am so happy here."
Guilt feeling builds up in me due to the last bit of the sentence. I despised lying to my friend. At least the former part was true.
Nobody can deny the winsomeness of this island.
"Oh good. I was worried that you would have had trouble fitting in. I'm glad your having fun." Jordan sounded relieved.
"I'm looking forward to this vacation." I say, ardently meaning every word.
"And I'm so not looking forward to anything here." He sighed. "I have to hang up now. Break is over. Bye and take care. I'll call tomorrow again. Same time."
"Yeah. Bye J. Don't stress too much." I laugh and hang up the call.
I look at the time. Its almost evening. I'm hungry. I wonder if there's anything to eat.
You are just being provided accommodation and nothing else.
His words echo round me. Still, a tiny portion of something won't hurt right?
Wrong. Which I didn't realise until the damage was done.
I open the fridge and spot my favorite. Cup noodles. Simple yet delicious. Happily, I borrow a fork and head towards my room wanting to invade in it already. The shuffling of feet behind me makes me stop in my tracks as I slowly turn around. I come face to face with a sour looking Adonis who eyes me and the poor noodles his full lips etched into a frown.
I cannot help but stare at him, he undeniably looks like some Greek Italian God. This time I have no one to cower behind under the scrutiny of his dead like gaze.
"I-i--i just t-took n-nood-dles." I stutter pleadingly at him. Why is he having such a huge effect on me. Sure he is rude, dark and mysterious, but why the hell am I overreacting? I can't even form a sentence properly under his gaze.
"Did you" he emphasises each syllable carefully. "Or did you not listen to what I said before? Is it that difficult to follow instructions? I don't think so Grey." He looks at me with so much hatred and disdain that a small lump forms in my throat and I gulp.
"I just felt hungry. Its late a-and I don't know the place yet so..." There. I said it.
A foreign look swept past his eyes. Pity?
"Very well. This is the last time I excuse you. Geez." He bit his lip in frustration and storms away.
"Okay." I whisper, not loud enough for him to hear.
I silently finish my dinner in my room. From now on, I will never speak to Adonis, nor look at him. I will be true to his word and leave him alone. Whatever thought of having a friendly acquaintance with him had crossed my mind before, is long gone.
Its almost bedtime. I want this day to be over soon. But I'm afraid to sleep. I'm afraid, my mother will come visit me again in my dreams as a murderer. This nightmare only happens when its been a bad day.
I look at my guitar. My songbook lies open beside the guitar. I need to complete the song I'm writing. I need to vent out my worries. And music works like magic.
I close my eyes as I prepare to sing harmonizing with the guitar.
The Beginning
A song by Cassandra Jackson
I am that someone who I always wanted to be,
No one can change it, yeah
I've found peace in myself
And followed my heart,
No one can take it away.
Pages after pages I've poured my heart out,
Knowing there's no use shouting it out,
But somewhere deep down,
I know tis okayyy
Even though, no one cared enough to hear what is say.
I now lay on the grass,
Underneath the stars,
Couldn't care less what they say about me ohh
Cause I am that someone who i wanted to be,
And no one can change me.....
I've been broken, wasted and fought,
Made many mistakes
Hurt a lot.
I got carried away,
By being someone who I was not.
Yesterday, I woke up dreaming the color black.
Now I'm here again, waiting to fight back.
I am happy now, so satisfied
I am ready now, to ride the toughest ride
I can show the world, what are my plans,
Let me do what I want,
I only need one chance (hold longer)
So now, so nowwww, right now, ohh (*3)
I want to be that bird which soars highest in the sky,
I want to be that ship, which sinks deepest in one's mind,
And I want to be that girl, that perfect kind,
I want to be that someone who I dreamt to be....
And no one can now stop me.
No one can stop meeee.....
No one can, stop me.
I take a deep breath. I eagerly await that day when the lyrics in my song will actually come true. Right now, these are just empty words longing to be alive.
I sigh and lie down on my oh so cozy bed and turn off the lights after a prayer. A ritual of mine on tiresome days.
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Adonis's POV
I hear a soft, melodious tune playing in my ears.
I don't listen to soft music. Must be the girl.
Grey.
I love to call her that. Matches the color of her eyes. As much as I hate to admit, I have never seen such mesmerizing eyes, as if automatically capturing the attention of whoever she looks at.
The soft song was still playing. Wait....was she singing?
I head out of my room and silently listen to her voice standing right outside her door. Her sweet and enchanting voice fills my heart with an emotion, I've not felt for a long time. Love.
I don't try to deny the effect she was having on me. Although I will never let her know that. I have to keep that strict-rude facade on. For the sake of my reputation. For the sake of my girlfriend. For the sake of my mother.
I find myself listening to the lyrics carefully. There is sorrow in her voice, hope in her words and pain in her heart.
And I suddenly have the urge to blast in that door and wrap my arms around her to comfort her. To make her forget all her troubles, to kiss her sorrows away.
Geez A.J !! Shake off that thought right now.
But I can't.
Why are there unknown voices in my head?
You can just knock that door down and walk in like a hero and save the damsel in distress.
Here we go again! Shut up!
Or you can softly call her name... Oh what a heavenly name and sing along with her.
I slap myself. But that doesn't stop it from rambling.
Brush her bronze wavy locks from her glowing face and stare at her eyes whole night as if she were a princess and you her prince.
Should I go in? Dammit!
You should go in. Make her forget how horrible you have been to her by consoling her.
I shouldn't.
After that, she will be yours forever.
Well...
Win her over with your charm.
I slump down on the ground. Defeated by the debate between myself.
There's no use sitting her like this. She will never know how you feel unless you tell her yourself.
Just stop. Blast! Just stop. Think rationality.
You and I both know you are not rational when it comes to Grey.
What?
She is your maid? Really? Banned from the luxuries in this house? You treat her lowly Mister.
What choice did I have ? She has to hate me. I cannot associate with another girl.
Its your life man. You do whatever you want. Right now, you know who you want.
I haven't really known her that long. God, I just met her today! I cannot say I want her. Its insane and irrational.
Everyone is irrational when it comes to love. Do you believe in love at first sight?
No. Dammit. No!
Yes. Somewhere deep down, there's a lovestruck boy.
I breathe heavily. I defiantly deny the voice. I will never fall for her. NEVER!
Oh dear boy! You already have.
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The above song is an original :)
All the love
Hazza❤
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