Scandal Part 2 (207 hits)
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Submitted by ramirez60 (View user info) at 2007-04-19 01:38:12 EDT
My daughter was beautiful. From the moment she was born I could see the boys' wondrous inquisitive eyes. By some amazing twist of fate, she had my husbands' patience. It was as if his soul was somehow transplanted into her to remind me of my sin. I never told anyone about those years of infidelity. She was so enamored with who she thought her father was. It was as if he sent his love from the grave, while her true father had no idea.
Times were changing; the world was changing, as I suppose it always does. She had a flair for writing as all the men in my family seemed to, but she was beautiful beyond words. I know I have a mothers eye and can never really see her true guise, but there were always boys chasing after her, and she always had the most attractive ones as dates. She seemed so pure and innocent to me, a chaste girl with good morals as my husband would have wanted.
As she got older she asked less about my husband, but she still spoke of his actions as if she saw them herself. She played piano, and atop the grand piano in our house she kept a photo of him. During her recital before high school, before performing her last piece she stood up and dedicated the last piece to her father. It brought tears to my eyes, the love she had for him burnt my soul, but I could never utter a word. It would destroy her to learn that her father was someone else.
When she was finishing high school she came and told me she wanted to go to college. This wasn't unheard of for girls, even in my time, but I was still a little reluctant. She said she wanted to study music and she had an audition at Julliard. At the time I hadn't heard of the school, but maybe if I did I would have shown more excitement for her. She said she needed some money to go to New York for the audition. She was so excited how could I possibly say no? How could I know?
She got accepted and even got a scholarship to study in New York. She said I could move there with her, she was so worried about me being lonely. It was tempting, but she had to live her own life, and who was I to stop her. She came home often, and always wrote me letters. She even sent me some tapes of her playing. It was her junior recital when she had her first break as they call it. After her performance she was invited to perform with a full orchestra in Carnegie Hall. I was so proud and told her that I was going to come and listen to her myself. She fretted over the cost of the trip, but how could a mother miss something this fantastic? Fantastic was truly an understatement.
She was amazing. It was as if Chopin himself had returned from the grave to dazzle the crowd one last time. She had the moving power of Rachmaninoff and made me weep uncontrollably. When she was done the entire crowd leapt to their feet roaring with applause. As I walked towards the exit where she said she would meet me, my moment of tragedy began. It was not something I had ever even considered a possibility. The world was so full of coincidences that this seemed so beyond possibility that it had never even entered my mind as having even the slightest chance of occurring.
I was an old woman, and my life was not easy, yet not too hard either. I believe this moment was when I came closest to fainting in all my living years here on earth. As I approached the exit I saw my daughters' gorgeous green and black dress. Slowly lifting my eyes I saw her lips part from a mans' mouth; perhaps some would say a man who was far too old for her. My eyes stood locked up on his face with shock. My body tensed grew tense with fear. My daughter saw me and smiled, as did her lover. They walked towards me, but her lover soon had the same moment of realization that I did. My daughter quickly asked me what was wrong and started to apologize for not telling me about her boyfriend. When I continued being silent, she proceeded to apologize and try to rationalize that my husband was much older than me, and she loved this man and he was a writer just like her father.
I apologized, with my eyes unwavering, saying that I just needed some fresh air. I was so moved by her performance that I lost my breath. She seemed confused but followed me outside as did her lover. He told her to get her things he'd watch over me. As she walked back in to grab her jacket and purse I turned and looked at him. As innocent as the day we took him in at 13 years old. He knew, as well did I that this was unforgivable in the eyes of God. We silently agreed never to tell her the truth, but it was too late for him to leave her. As she came back, she looked at both of us and said words that have pierced my heart from that day to this. God truly let my sin destroy my very soul, and will leave me no rest from here until eternity.
With joy that only innocence can possess, she let her face smile and announced in a voice so loud that the neighbours in our small town could hear her, "I'm pregnant!"
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Submitted by drgoatcabin (user info) at 2007-04-19 16:40:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm going to give it a plus deuce, but this is weirding me out man...
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2007-04-19 16:29:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by orph (user info) at 2007-04-19 05:43:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's good to see a part 2 from one of your starting posts.
Finish the Genji one too.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-04-19 01:48:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
D'backs win.
Arbitrary +2.
Submitted by Progr3ss (user info) at 2007-04-19 01:45:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm giving it a 2. For the ending. But please. a little less "she" next time. She, she, she, she...