Never an Ever After

The red shoes

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER:

YOU TOOK MY HEART AWAY BY. MICHAEL LEARNS TO ROCK

CHAPTER FIVE

RONAN

When I left the church, I went straight to Reverend Sullivan's house. Only now have I experienced this kind of anger towards someone and what’s even worse is that Ellora’s dad is the one I hate. The church is just two blocks away from the Sullivan's house. The first thing I immediately noticed were the Black Dahlias that her only daughter struggling to take care of. At that time, I no longer thought that Ellora was my friend, my anger against her father prevailed. Ellora has disappeared from the background, I see nothing else but my anger at her father. I know I should be scared because of my age, but I am a Hawthorne. And no one can think badly of a 10-year-old boy.

All I could think about was that if I hurt Ellora, I would hurt her father too. So, I did what I need to do. I destroy the Black Dahlia planted in the Sullivan’s ’garden. I have not left even a single living flower planted in their soil. When I saw the flowers on the floor and their garden that was full of life then but is now nothing but trash, I felt relieved. It was as if I had vented all my anger on her father. I know it’s too twisted, but it is what it is. Coincidentally, Ellora was in the middle of our two families.

She was the one who will absorb all the madness in this world can offer. Like a soil, she is.

I am taking a deep breath as I absorb it all in my head the perfect scene. I smirk.

All these sudden feelings are new to me, the anger and hatred I feel now are new to me. And it was even before me to be satisfied and happy when I saw their perfect garden that is now broken. The fascination I felt is surreal. My blood is pumping as my head spinning in euphoria.

I think to myself, if it was just a garden owned by Sullivan, it would give me so much fun and unique satisfaction. How else can I destroy his only perfect little thing hiding behind their doors?

I heard a clink of heels behind my back. I didn’t turn around, because I might get caught.

The woman clicks her tongue in a slow motion.

“Such a waste.” She said.

I turn around to see her raven black hair and her pale white skin, I think she’s in her 40’s like Mom. She’s wearing a black dress underneath her maroon coat and an odd color of cherry red heels.

I turn my focus on the shoes and I set my eyes on them, I can’t even get out.

I felt a sudden weight on the back of my head as my vision blur looking at the shoes before it all went dark.