To mark this most wonderful occasion, I, Elly, have decided to take a leap of faith to my friends and could be/should be friends and post part of the first chapter of my not yet finished debut novel. I started the concept of this novel in college and never got the chance to expand on it. A few months ago I got a bug up my ass and decided to go after it. I sent the first few very rough chapters to the best friend in NYC and with his words of encouragement and an "I'm proud of you" I decided that it was time to unleash this concept. I have 19 full chapters right now and am about 2/3 the way done. I have had a few friends read all 19, but am still craving more feedback. I do plan on forcing this on my book club when it is fully finished. I hope they are ready for it.
All-in-all, I am releasing a bit of my crazy creativeness onto the blogger world to get a taste of the creation that I call "Colorblind".
Enjoy.
**Note: Naughty language below**
“Are you fucking kidding me, Patrick?”
No. No. No. This is not happening.
“It’s just
not working for me, Bunny. I think we’ve been growing apart. We’d be making a
mistake if we went through with this engagement.” He has a slight smirk, almost
mischievous looking, plastered across face. I want to smack it right off of
him.
Standing at
the double glass doors that lead out onto my balcony, all I can do is stare. I’m
staring at nothing in particular; the buildings surrounding me, the skyscrapers
across from Central Park, the grey sky
and setting sun in the distance. I’m not sure, nothing takes shape, nothing has
color, nothing has meaning. I’m not sure of anything at the moment. The one
thing I thought I was sure of wants to leave my life. Tears are streaming down
my face like a waterfall at a rapid pace. Duritz, my black and tan, ten week
old Yorkshire Terrier, is pawing at my ankles begging me to pick him up. I
don't.
Patrick
gazes at me with his perfectly cut blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, looking
all Abercrombie model or frat boy. He’s not telling me something, I can feel
it. What is he not telling me?
This came
out of left field. No indication, no hints. Hell we made love, oh
sorry...fucked, just this morning in this very apartment. I do not understand
this. I have poured seven years of my heart and soul into this man, this boy. This
God damn boy that is cutting my heart out and eating it as a snack.
Ahhh!
I’m stunned. I’m confused. I’m angry. I’m paralyzed.
Shit. I’m paralyzed. I can’t move. I’m
going numb. Is this what it feels like before you fall into a slow, agonizing
death?
When did I
become one of those girls? I know
when; five fucking minutes ago when this dumbshit decided to end my life. I
should kick his ass; and then kick my own ass for falling apart like a pansy. Breathe Grace.
My internal
iPod turns on in my head and starts playing "Stupid Boy". Fitting,
huh? Internal iPod never lets me down.
“Talk to
me, Bunny,” he says from is laid back sitting position on my plush over-sized white
sectional couch, his left ankle over his right knee.
He's not
wearing socks. Why is he not wearing socks? It's October and chilly. Only douche
bags don't wear socks in the fall. Where are his fucking socks?
“You
haven’t said anything for five minutes. Talk to me.”
He knocks
me out of my inner ranting. I shake my head slightly to gather myself. “What
the hell am I supposed to say to you? I mean our engagement party is in two
days,” I whispered not looking his way. “I just don’t understand this. Have I
done something wrong? Has something happened?” Something dawns on me. I lift my
head to take a peek at him then snap it back down and shake it again. “Has Daddy
said something?”
He takes a
loud, deep breath, sucking the air in between his teeth. After a short pause he
stands and slowly yet cautiously stalks towards me. I instantly turn to him,
head down, tears still falling like little drops of weakness.
“Well..."
He puts his right hand under my chin and lifts my head to meet his gaze. “You
see…” He’s stalling. “I…We...”
“Enough of
this shit. Just say it Patrick.” I swat his hand away from me.
He inhales
a small breath and readies himself to unleash the blow.
“There’s
someone else.”
The words
hit me in the stomach like a sucker punch and I’ve lost my breath.
Oh. My. God.
