Saving Hearts - Jazzy Knight (the little red hen read aloud .TXT) 📗

Prologue

I hated funerals. Too much tears and mourning. It dampened my usually buoyed up spirits and today here I was desperately trying to suppress my sadness. My lachrymal effusion was ample proof of the grief that now nestled in me and that was what angered me the most. I shouldn’t have been crying for someone who had betrayed me so freely but I guessed that it was beyond human’s nature to remain stoic when it came to death.

 

I watched the lugubriosity that cloaked the whole place, entailing again a series of cries for someone who was not even worthy of it.

I had been robbed of any chance at happiness. She had been so unfair to me yet, what pricked me the most was the fact that I had trusted her. That was when it dawned on me, even if she had still been alive, she would still have been dead to me.

 

One may call me callous but for me, it was a mere payback. Bitches were everywhere…

 

 

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Chapter One:" First Encounter"

Chapter One:” First Encounter”

  An awkward silence prevailed though the whole ride. I could occasionally feel Abby’s worried glances my way and I knew that she wanted us to have a decent conversation, but I just could not bring myself to do so. Though the last weeks I had barely uttered any words, it had all happened so quickly and already here I was leaving New York, a place that I had once considered as my safe haven.

  Looking outside, I watched as the picturesque landscape altered into something where our civilisation had already inflicted some permanent damages. I sighed, closed my eyes and let myself drift to a place that I still considered as paradise if not tainted by me ever-present negativity.

 

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Abigail or Abby Jensen was a lot of things- a successful businesswoman, an awful cooker, someone with psychedelic tastes, my dad’s younger sister and from now on the person with whom I would be living with. At 34, she was a fairly attractive woman with thick brown hair and a pair of frosty grey eyes that seemed to always hold that glint of irking worry when I was in sight. Even though she had a staggering level of sex-appeal, Abby barely dated and this one fact never ceased to amaze me. I had numerously attempted, in the past, to hook her up with some eligible bachelors and as expected I had lamely failed, but then, when didn’t I?

   One hour, twenty-eight minutes and god knows how many seconds- I have been staring at the ceiling of my new bedroom for that amount time and in the end, I was now suffering from one nasty headache. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice was slumped on my chest, desperately waiting to be read, not that I would. The thing was that I was enduring a painful case of boredom and alas, nothing had appeared like my saving grace. Tired of that state of idleness, I left my comfy bed and grabbed my camera. I was a fanatic of photography, in fact it was the only thing that made me want to go on and not forsake everything.

 

I had been told earlier by Abby that the nearby forest had some good views and that was where I had inferred to head. Five minutes of walk later, I reached my destination much to my relief though unlike what I had been told, the forest did not have that murky aspect that I yearned for, drastically dampening my enthusiasm. According to my friends back home, I had a morbid penchant for whatever neared scary but I personally favoured the term “exciting”. Suddenly reminiscing my friends, our close-knit group, an unwanted wave of nostalgia washed though me. Tightly squeezing my eyes, I desperately tried to retain my unshed tears and soon the melancholy mingled itself with prolonged anger and seething hatred towards that one person that had totally ruined my life. This was indubitably wretched but nonetheless I resumed my way.

 

 The fiery sun was still beating down on the whole town as I wandered though the dense greenery by a faint track. Some snaps later I came to a stop, my eyes widening as my gaze trailed forward. Before me in all its glory was one vast and bewitching lake that utterly took my breath away. The clear water appealed to me so much that I just wanted to take off my clothes and swim but then that would be reckless of me and therefore I stepped back before actually giving in to my stupidity.

 

    My gaze roamed around for a while before halting at a fixed point of the slightly waving water and there, as if on cue, a guy emerged. Mentally, I let out a low whistle and that was well called for. He stood, the water reaching his waist, unsurprisingly shirtless, and completely unaware of his surroundings. Running his hand though his tangle of dark hair, he had on one of the saddest and most beautiful countenance I had ever seen. I was on the verge of using my camera to capture this vivid moment when his mesmerising pair of cerulean blue eyes came my way, completely entrancing me. For a while we simply stared at each other. Confusion, inquisitiveness or annoyance? It was simply Herculean to decipher what his gaze conveyed. Sweat was dotting my eyebrows and the tension was nearly palpable but silence still ruled until he violated it.

 

    “So you’re like what? A creep or is it just a hobby of yours to intrude people’s privacy?” He called out coldly, his eyes narrowing at me in a threatening manner that sent a shrill down my spine.

 

Endeavouring to keep my presence of mind I scoffed, “Dude when you want actual privacy you don’t come to a freaking public lake. It’s either your stupid or your stupid!”

 He simply smirked,” Not that you seem to mind my stupidity, love the view right? Could have taken a photo it would have last longer.” And then finally spotting the camera that I held in my clammy hands, he added quite condescendingly,” Or have you already?”

 

 In seconds I could already feel my cheeks warming but soon my embarrassment turned into pulsating ire. How dare he, I thought and in all my conflicting emotions, I impulsively flipped him the bird before turning on my heels and stomping off.

 

It was official; I had just stumbled upon the world’s most stab-worthy asshole. Really smooth start,Darcy!

 

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 04-11-2014

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