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Kaylee · 05-04-2008, 07:11 PM

Adored Promises
Rating: 15+
Note: I've posted this on other websites, such as Mibba. I don't mind critism because I write to improve, not to prove anything.

Chapter Index:
Chapter One - Page One
Chapter Two - Page One
Chapter Three - Page One

Kaylee · 05-04-2008, 07:11 PM

Chapter One: Forever Missed
“I miss her too much, Dad!” I cried into his arms.

“We’re making it through, hun. I know it’s been hard, but look at how far we’ve come.”

The tone my father used to get through to me made me feel like a weight had been lifted. Just one word escaping his mouth could make life feel a tad less stressed. The stress needed to be taken away from me, especially after all that has happened these past couple of months. If I didn’t have my father with me, it would’ve seemed like going on was a miracle.

Losing her, my own mother. It was a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. We had always been so close, never wanting to be apart for a minute. Even when we found out she was diagnosed with cancer, we still weren’t apart. When she was in the hospital, dying, we still couldn’t be separated. Now, we’re in two different worlds.

“It’s been just a little beyond hard,” I whispered.

“It has been for all of us, Beach. You’re not alone in this,” He clarified.

I pulled myself out of his embrace and walked closer to the ocean. The cool water came closer and sunk into my sneakers. I looked back at my father. I turned back in the other direction as soon as I saw the tears streaming down his face. Anytime he cried, it made me feel more guilty. I couldn’t help but bring up my mother’s death and how it’s been affecting me. The painful memory always made him feel incomplete.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered to the sky.

“Bridget, maybe we should head back home now. It’s getting chilly out,” My father called out.

“Okay, Dad.”

I wiped away my remaining tears. I noticed he did the same, only he tried to hide it from me. He never wanted me to know. I ran closer to him and slowed down when I was finally by his side. We walked close together, away from the beach. I just kept my thoughts of how incomplete life felt without my mother to myself, hoping she could hear my thoughts and will remember how I will love and miss her for eternity.

Kaylee · 05-04-2008, 07:12 PM

Chapter Two: Immortal Memory
"How about some ice cream?"

That was basically my father's favorite way to get his mind off of things. Whenever he brought up ice cream, I couldn't help but think of the teenage girl deep down inside of him. I chuckled at the thought.

"Beach, ice cream?" He repeated.

I simply nodded my head and took a seat at the island. I saw what type of ice cream he pulled out - chocolate almond chip. I lowered my head and began to cry the moment I realized that chocolate almond chip was my mother's favorite type of ice cream.

My sidebangs fell in front of my face, covering my right eye and the tears that began to fall. I tried to keep to my silence so my father didn't know I was crying. He would just think it is absurd that every little thing brings back the memory of her. I mean, who else cries when they see ice cream? It's just so hard to tame.

"What's wrong?" He asked, pushing the bowl in front of me.

"Nothing, Dad. I'm okay," I choked back the tears.

"Bridget, I'm not dumb. My daughter is sitting here, crying. How could I believe everything is just peachy?"

"It's just too hard, okay?!" I snapped. "Every god damn little thing is reminding me of Mom! I can't take this anymore. Two months is torture, how is a lifetime not any more torture? Hmm?"

"Beach, calm down." I noticed he was beginning to cry. "It's been torture for everyone, not just you."

"I'm sorry, Dad. It was just getting on my nerves that something as small as ice cream could get me breaking down, realizing I will never see or hear her again."

"Don't apologize, hun." He pulled me into a quick hug. "Now, are you going to eat the ice cream or do you just want to head to bed?"

"It's only eight," I whispered. "Maybe turning in early will take some stress off, though. Thank God tomorrow is a Saturday."

"You still going to the movies with your friends tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure. I'll let you know when Nessa texts me back, whenever she gets home from Dylan's house." I laughed at the thought of Nessa and Dylan acting all lovey-dovey to each other. "Good night, Dad."

"Good night, sweetie. Feel better."

I turned away and walked out of the kitchen.

When I got to my room, I dropped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I looked around the room at all my posters. They were all bands, such as All-American Rejects, Dream Street, 30 Seconds to Mars, and Avenged Sevenfold. Seeing posters with my some of my favorite people on them could make me feel at peace.

I changed out of the jeans and shirt I was wearing. I got into something more comfortable, my favorite Abercrombie and Fitch pajama pants with a t-shirt I got at my dance competition last month. I pulled my long, brunette hair into a ponytail, finishing it up in a messy bun.

I got into my bed and turned off my light, trying to tire myself. Obviously, it was not working. I could do nothing but toss and turn, wishing I was somewhere else. I wanted to be up there with my mother. If only I was.

I swear, if I could change the past, I would have had her get checked for cancer so much sooner. What happened in reality was just too much for me to take in. She was diagnosed with cancer, yet they couldn't find out until it was already too late? She may be in a better place now, but living everyday without her feels like the world is on my shoulders. It just feels as if everyone's leaning on me.

The memory would not stop haunting me. Every night since she passed away, sleeping feels impossible. No matter how hard I try to continue as if she was still alive, I can't. What happened the day I found out still replays in my head over and over again.

"The test tomorrow should be fairly simple. As long as you study the material, you will do well." Ms. Bettencourt dragged on and on about the test, as if it were the SATs or something.

The classroom phone began to ring, saving us from the torture we felt like we were in.

"Ms. Bettencourt's room," She answered with the same greeting every teacher has to answer with. "Oh dear," She said in a nervous tone. "Yes, I'll send her down. Thank you."

She hung up the phone and turned back to the class, a sympathetic look in her eyes.

"Miss Costner, could I please see you in the hall for a moment?"

"Sure, Ms. Bettencourt," I replied and walked out with her.

When we got into the hallway, she stared blankly into space, trying to thinking of the words she should use. I couldn't understand why she couldn't just come right out and say it. Did I get in trouble?

"Bridget, the office called. They called because your father called, giving us an update on how your mother is holding up."

I tried to hold back the tears, fearing what was coming up next. I remained speechless, too afraid to interupt as she pondered for the correct wording.

"I'm sorry, dear, but your mother passed away soon after you left for school. I'm deeply sorry, Bridget."

I couldn't say anything, no words were even running through my mind. My mind shut off and my heart broke. My own mother gone?

"I-I need to go," I choked out.

I ran into the classroom and grabbed my bags. I had tears streaming down my face, but I didn't even care about my classmates staring at me. They had no idea what was going on and I knew each of them wanted to find out.

I ran down the hallway, down the stairs. I saw my father in the main lobby, tears lightly falling.

"Dad-"

"Bridget, it's all over. I'm sorry, Beach. Let's head over to the hospital," He whispered, losing his voice from bawling.

The memory was planted in my mind, it was immortal. It's not going to go away, ever. I haven't even been my normal self around my friends, dance team, or other family members recently. Just thinking about how I've changed drastically with my life brings the tears back. I hardly know where I belong anymore.

Kaylee · 05-04-2008, 07:13 PM

Chapter Three: He's Bad News
My eyes opened slowly, trying to hide from the blinding effect the sun had through my window. I turned to my side and looked at the clock. 12:18 PM. Wow and I didn’t even head to bed late. Then again, it took me until about 2AM to finally fall asleep.

“Good morning, Mom,” I whispered to my ceiling.

I just stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out where I was. Well, I knew where I was. I was at home, but I was trying to figure out where my mind was. I looked to my cell phone and saw the red light flashing lightly. I opened it up and discovered a new text message from Nessa.

Wake up! We’re going shopping today so get your butt out of bed and get here now!

I laughed at her spaz attack and got out of bed. I walked over to the mirror and laughed at how horrid my hair looked. I thought about what I could possibly wear today. I found many different options when I opened my closet. I got out my pink and black plaid mini-skirt and a pair of black leggings. I decided to top it off with a black cami.

I walked out of my bedroom and headed down the hallway. I could hear the television from downstairs when I got closer to the upstairs bathroom.

Today is going to be a beautiful day, in the high 60’s with very little rainfall. I smiled at this news report. It’s about time we have some semi-warm weather.

I turned on the shower and stepped in. When I finally finished, I changed into the outfit I had planned out. I stepped over to the mirror and dried my hair, later straightening it. I brushed through it one final time and went on to brush my teeth. I had been overly proud of my teeth ever since I got my braces off last summer. Next, I brushed some eyeliner on and applied my pina colada lip gloss.

I walked downstairs and found my father watching television, as I predicted.

“Hello, Beach. How are you feeling?”

“I guess I’m a little better, still can’t get over it though.”

“I know, sweetheart. Things will feel better soon, though.” He smiled weakly. “Any plans for today?”

“Actually, yes. I’m just about to walk over to Nessa’s and we’re going to the mall. Is that okay?”

“Sure thing,” He replied. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, bye!” I kissed him on the cheek and ran out the door.

Nessa lived two blocks away from me, which wasn’t very far. I had shortcuts anyway. When I got to Nessa’s house, I saw her sitting on the front steps, talking on the phone. I could hear stuff such as “I love you more.” I figured she was talking to Dylan, once again.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“I got to go. Bye Dylan. I love you,” She said into the phone. “Yes I am ready,” She said to me when she hung up.

"Triangle One Mall?"

“Of course! I must go to Hollister!” She squealed.

“Great, let’s go!”

On the way to the mall, all we did was talk. We talked about how I was holding up. That always seems to be the main topic with me now and I hate it, yet I can’t stay silent about it. I can’t keep things bottled up because I’m afraid it’ll just make me feel worse. Besides, Nessa has always been there for me. She would never leave me to cope on my own. She’s just not like that, not at all. After being almost sisters for more than 9 years, it becomes impossible to actually think she would give up on me. We’ve never even fought before. We have four out of seven classes together at school and we have dance classes together. We hang out almost every weekend, we’re inseparable.

After my mother’s death, I’ve had these times where I actually feel a tad jealous of Nessa. Let’s face it. She has this amazing boyfriend. She and Dylan have been together since the eighth grade, we’re sophomores now. They’ve never fought once either. She had parents that never fought as well. I’ve only seen her cry once, when she broke her leg four years ago. Her life was perfect. Her life was the way my life was before my mother passed away.

We finally got to the mall, after dodging the hundreds of cars that almost ran us over. Crosswalks were made so people could cross the street without the risk of getting hit. Well, obviously people don’t care too much about that reason since they speed up when there are pedestrians. Nice, real nice.

Our first stop was, of course, Hollister. For some strange reason, we practically lived in this store. The amazing music blaring, the cute outfits, and the hot boys shopping here as well. I adored it.

“Your love is just a lie, lie, lie!” Nessa screamed, attempting to sing along to Simple Plan.

“Nessa, people are staring!” I laughed.

“You’re just jealous,” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Oh yeah, let me tell ya,” I joked.

After being in there for about an hour, browsing, trying on random outfits, and spending the $80 I got from my paycheck Thursday night, we decided to head over to another store. We walked over to Hot Topic.

I think this is one way that Nessa and I could amaze people. There was no stereotype for us. We shopped in every store and loved every style. We just mix and match. We would go to school wearing skinny black pants with a hot topic Hollister shirt. I guess it was our way of proving that stereotypes are worthless.

“Is that a Hollister bag you’re holding? Apparently you’re lost. This is Hot Topic. No preps allowed,” A boy mocked when we entered Hot Topic.

“I just happen to shop here as well,” I snapped.

“Don’t get pissy, missy,” He mumbled.

“What was that?” Nessa held me back as soon as I said this.

“Nothing,” He mimicked a smile. “Now, can I help you with something or are you going to annoy me this entire time?”

“I kind of like annoying you. It’s fun,” I laughed.

“Bridge, you should stop,” Nessa tried to hold me back again.

“Listen to your little friend, girly.”

“No, you listen here!”

“Bridget, let’s just go!” Nessa dragged me out of the store before I could finish.

“Can you believe that jerk?” I growled when we were halfway down the mall.

“No, I can’t. I just also can’t believe you, though. Bridget, calm down. You don’t know him or how insane he could be. Just let it go, okay?” She advised.

“Okay, fine.” I started to replay, in my mind, what happened back there. “He was pretty hot, though. Wasn’t he?”

“Oh dear Lord,” Nessa joked. “He was hot and if I’m not mistaken, he’s a senior at our school.”

“He is? Wow, I haven’t seen him before.”

“I met him when I got that pointless detention from Mr. McCarthy. I think his name’s Frank, but I don’t remember completely.” She started to turn really serious. “All I know for sure is that he’s bad news.”

“Wow,” I sighed.

“Yeah, now let’s go get some food,” She suggested.

“Yeah, let’s,” I agreed and we walked up to the food court.