65I'm Quite Afraid So
Copyright © 2009 msallaroundperfect
Prologue
To describe my life in three words or less, it can be perfectly summed up into "A Beautiful Lie". Everything is perfect on the outside, but on the inside everything is in shambles. Incomplete pieces to a monstrosity that can some may call an impossible puzzle. No one knows how I feel about my life though, if they did they wouldn't envy me as most do. They'd pity me.
My family and friends especially. Of those that envy me and those that don't, I applaud those that don't envy me. For they are the fortunate ones and I, myself, envy them. Their lives are perfect, and mine is broken. But to those that do envy me, you are truly the ones that should be pitied because you have nothing better to do with your time than envy someone such as the likes of me.
I wouldn't wish, this that I call the curse on anyone. Not envy my worst enemy though it has already befallen her, I wish her good faith on her journey of escaping. Be forewarned, in the words of the great playwright William Shakespeare "Appearances are deceiving." :
November 2008
As I sat there shaking in the cold metal chair, I couldn't help but let a smile spread onto my lips. It may have been because I'd finally lost what little sanity I had left, but if like to think that it was because I was finally free.
I could vaguely hear my mother telling me that she had called me lawyer.
"Who did you call?" my father asked wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"David Gordon," my mother replied quickly. "He's the only one that I would trust for my daughter. Besides, he's the best that Texas has to offer. And she didn't do anything wrong. She was just defending herself. Right Jessalyn Christine?"
I stared at he blankly a moment before I finally nodded. I hated the way that they talked to each other as if I was a possession and not their only.
It was my fault though, we wouldn't have been her if it had t have been for tonight's events caused by none other than yours truly. Truthfully, I hadn't intended for the bastard to die when I kicked him down the stairs - though it was an extremely desired wish - I just meant to get him away from me long enough to call for help.
"When is he supposed to get here?" my father asked.
"I'm here now." A man looking to be in his late 30s said approaching us. He was surprising dressed in a Black Armani suit, I didn't expect him to be formal seeing as it was quickly nearing midnight. His hair was messy though, the only really indicator that he was most likely sleeping when my mother called him. "I'm David Gordon, and you must be Jessalyn. Its a pleasure to meet you." he said his bright ice blue eyes meeting mine as shook my hand.
"I would say the same but its really not a pleasure to meet you under theses circumstances..." I replied.
"Yes, that's our Jessalyn always with that silver tongue of hers." my father said turning to Mr Gordon.
He nodded knowingly, turning to my parents. "I've got twins around her age at home. Boy and a girl, and my daughter gives me a run for my money too." he chuckled to himself before extending his hand out to shake my parents. "Its a pleasure to meet you too Mr and Mrs Taylor. Now if you will all excuse me I've got some networking to do." he said disappearing behind two mahogany doors.
"Okay Mr Gordon, I need your client Miss Taylor to tell us exactly what happened how this spanned out 'over the years' as she states. When she finishes I would also like her to state for the record why she didn't come forward in the first place." the detective said sitting down across the table from me.
David turned to me sympathetically. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to... We can leave right now if you want to. You are a victim... Not a suspect as Detective Robbins is trying to make you think." he smiled at me.
"If she doesn't talk and the boy is truly dead, she will get booked tonight with murder in the second degree. If he lives, which is highly unlikely with the extent of his injuries, she gets charges with attempted murder. Either way, she has to spend the night here." Detective Robbins said.
Gordon rolled his eyes. "The choice is still I'm sure you could post bail in the morning. You aren't a flight risk." he glared over at the Detective after he said it, as if expecting a challenge.
"I understand. I want to tell her." I said taking a deep breath before diving into my story.
Authors Note:
So... How do you guys feel about the totally new and improved prologue? I like it and I have a good feeling about it. And with the new revised version,l you must pay attention to the date closely. They skip around. And the playlist will be changing. Look forward to it, you can check my profile for updates on my hiatused first stories. I want everyone to review and tell me what you think. Thanks for sticking around.
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msallaroundperfect :]
*Revised 12/13/09.
The song for this chapter is... Damien Jurado - Inevitable