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Chapter 1:
Topic Started: Mar 29 2009, 01:19 AM (331 Views)
AnnaMarie_Cullen
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OK YES, I changed POV. For a reason. Deal.
Grammatical and tense errors abound. Like I said, this has never been edited. Enjoy!


Chapter 1:

My body swayed in time to the hard drum beat of the music; the strobe lights lit up the dance floor and made my body sparkle. I felt good, ecstatic, and out of control; just the way I liked to be. I took a long swig of the beer in my hand and finished it off. I dumped the bottle in the trash as I left the dance floor for another. My heels slipped slightly on the tile and I staggered just enough to get some curious stares from the women. I wasn’t drunk, but I was past buzzed, and that added to my out of control feeling.

My mother is going to kill me when I got home, but you know what? I don’t care. I have a right to get my mind off of things. It’s the two year anniversary of my father’s murder, and if she wants to stay home and mope, then that’s her problem.

I made my way through the crowd and all but ignored the ravaging stares from the men in the room, eyeing me carefully. Smiling to myself, I realized just how hot I probably looked to most of them. I was wearing a short, and I do mean short black pleated mini skirt and a tie-up halter top that showed off about three inches of my tight, flat stomach. Half of my hair was pulled up into a French twist with the rest left down, loosely curled, and sprayed with glitter. My rhinestone jewelry set off the look and added to the sparkle of my body glitter.

My boyfriend Jason, who also happens to be the bartender at the club, told me earlier that I look damn sexy. I love compliments like that. Compliments that make my mother crazy. It’s a wonderful feeling to see the looks on her face when I leave the house dressed, as she would call it, slutty. But I’m not sluttly, I am hot. And damn, I have a right to show it off!

Finally, I make my way over to the bar and sit down across from Jason. I flash him a smile and he hands me another Bacardi. I raise my eyebrow at him and he pops the top for me. I drink deeply from the raspberry flavored alcohol and set it back down on the counter.

“So, baby. You look like you’re having fun out there,” Jason comments.

“Hell yeah. I haven’t felt this good since my birthday!” I laugh. He just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He’s the only person who knows about what went on at my nineteenth birthday party.

“So when are you going to take a break and dance with me?” I ask him, flirting. He laughs at me.

“I get off in ten minutes. Think you can wait that long?”
I sigh playfully, “ I’ll try.”

Just as I go to take another drink, my cell rings. My ringtone is barely heard above the techno song blaring out of the speakers. I flip open the cover and see that it’s my mom calling. “Right on time,” I mutter to myself.

I hit TALK and put it my ear. “Hey mom!” I answer with a false cheerfulness. I could tell she was pissed when she answered back, her voice was strained and icy.

“Cortney Melissa Russell, where in the hell are you? It is two AM young lady. You have a psychiatrist appointment at nine!”

“Oh yes, the pinnacle of my bad day, a shrink appointment. Who really cares if I see him anyway? It’s not like he’s helped me any,” I reply, my voice full of ice.

“I do not care. And if you are not home in less than a half hour I will send your godfather to look for you,” she replied, trying hard to keep her voice even. I smiled to myself. I love to piss her off.

“Forget it. I’m having a good time. You can tell Ted he’ll never find me!” And I hung up on her. I’ll pay for that gesture dearly when I get home.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and glanced back at Jason. He was staring at me with shock on his face, even he’s never heard me tell my mother off like that.

I shrugged, “What? She deserves it. I am nineteen, not nine. I have a right to do my own thing.”

“She’s right though, you need to see the shrink, even if he doesn’t help much,” Jason commented gently. I rolled my eyes and took another drink of my beer.

“Whatever. I’ll make it up to her later.”

Jason shook his head at me and went to tend to another girl at the bar. I glanced at the clock, three more minutes and his shift would be over. Just as the clock hit two AM exactly, Jason clocked out, threw his badge under the counter, and hopped over to stand next to me. I immediately lifted my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He leaned down to kiss me full on the lips. His kiss was tense and a little anxious, but sweet none the less.

I grabbed his hand and danced out to the middle of the dance floor, pulling him along behind me. The crowd had thinned down and there was quite a bit more room to dance than before. I recognized the song that was now playing, Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop the Music”, a favorite of mine. I lifted my arms over my head and started to dance. I let the music flow through my body as Jason grabbed my hips and started to dance along too. I sang along with the song, my soprano voice harmonizing well with Rihanna’s own.

Eventually, the crowd stood back to watch Jason and I; we were natural dancers and we were both good and we knew it. Apparently, the rest of the club knew, also. Jason and I started in on a mimic routine, I’d do a move and he’d copy it- adding his own little flair to it. The song ended and we stood still for a moment, catching our breath.

Jason nodded to the DJ, a friend of his, and pulled me over to the booth. Jason knew what I wanted. I took the microphone he handed me and walked toward the stage. I nodded to the DJ and waited patiently for the song to start. Every night I do a little Karaoke, but twice as good. I have a little dance routine of my own, one that won me first place in the city’s talent show. And tonight I was wearing the perfect outfit to sing “Shut Up and Drive”, also by Rihanna. I caught the crowd’s attention immediately. The regulars started dancing along with me out on the dance floor, and after the newbie’s caught on, the dance floor was crowded with dancers once again.

By the time the song ended, I was out of breath and my face was flushed. I hopped off the stage and handed the mike back to the DJ.

“Great performance tonight, Cort!” Jason exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at him playfully. “Of course it was a good performance! It was killer! I had the whole club dancing along!” I replied ecstatically.

“And more than a few stares from the other guys,” Jason muttered.

“When don’t I get stares, baby?” I asked. He laughed and thanked the DJ.

“See you tomorrow Jake!” Jason called to him. Jake nodded and went back to changing the song once again.

“I really should get you home, before your mother decides to call the cops,” Jason told me. I sighed and agreed.

“You know she’ll just be pissed if you show up at my door,” I warned him gently.

“That’s why I won’t go up to the door, now grab your jacket and let’s go!” He laughed off my warning. I grabbed my jacket from behind the counter where I’d stashed it earlier and let Jason pull me upstairs and out of the club.

Once outside, he kissed me again, this time the kiss was more passionate than before. Sometimes I think Jason has public display of affection issues, but it really doesn’t bother me; it’s one of the few things that doesn’t

I wrapped my fingers into his hair and he pulled me closer, his hands sliding down and resting on my lower back. I moved one hand over to his cheek, keeping one twisted up in his hair, and opened his mouth open with my lips. Our kiss lasted a few more, wonderful moments and then we pulled away, breathing heavily.

Jason rested his forehead on mine and looked into my jade green eyes.

“Love you,” he stated tenderly. I blushed.

“I love you, too. Now we should get going before you get any ideas!”

He laughed and took my hand, leading me to his car. I love Jason’s car. It’s a blue Nissan Skyline all supped up for street racing. The dark blue and black vinyl’s created a tribal effect on the paint. And the windows were tinted a really dark black. He even had ground effects and NOS, although I was the only person that knew he even had NOS hooked up to his car.

I opened the door and sat down in the seat, pulling off my heels. He started the car and we rolled down the windows, letting the crisp night air cool off our hot bodies. I was sweating slightly from dancing, and my face was still flushed from kissing Jason. I stuck my arm out the window and let the wind catch my hand and blow it backwards. I giggled quietly as I remembered how I used to get in trouble for hanging my arm out the window when I was little.

Jason let go of my other hand and shifted gears, and I rested my head on his shoulder, dreading going home to my impatient and pissed off mother.


* * *

I woke up bright and early the next morning to a splitting headache, compliment of my mother screaming at me the minute I walked through the door. I’d mostly ignored her as I changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top for bed, but her high pitched voice still wound its way through my brain. Finally around three AM, she’d remembered why it was she was screaming at me and let me go to bed in peace.

I grabbed some Advil from my bathroom cabinet and downed it with a cup of lukewarm water from the sink. I glanced at myself in the mirror and realized that four hours of sleep did not make me look very healthy. My skin looked sallow and pale and there were slightly purple bags under my eyes. I swiped on some cover up and mascara and called it good.

From downstairs I heard my mother yelling at me to hurry up and get dressed, I shouted back an incoherent reply and opened my closet.

I pulled out a pair of worn, but still cute jeans and a black polo shirt. I grabbed a pair of black flip flops off the shelf and got dressed. I pulled my still curly hair back into a loose ponytail and slipped a thin black and white patterned headband on to keep my bangs off my forehead.

“Hurry up Cortney,” my mother shouted as she opened my bedroom door. We have to go.”

“Well, no shit mother, it’s almost eight,” I replied back snidely.

“Don’t use that tone with me, miss.” She warned me sternly. I rolled my eyes at her and followed her downstairs to the kitchen.

I grabbed the last granola bar out of the pantry and a dragon fruit flavored vitamin water out of the refrigerator.

“Okay. I’m ready to go,” I said to her.

She looked at me pointedly, “That’s all you’re eating for breakfast?”

“Um, yeah. It’s all I ever have for breakfast. If you were home more often in the mornings you might actually know that particular detail of my life,” I replied sarcastically.

My mother rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Whatever.”

I followed her out the door to her car. I yanked open the door and flopped in. I opened my vitamin water and downed half of it. The cool liquid felt good in my throat, another added side effect of my headache.

The drive to the Psychiatrist’s office was slow. The traffic, even at eight in the morning was thick and crazy. Mom had to stomp on her breaks more than once as the traffic got progressively worse the closer we got to the downtown area. We hit probably every red light, too, which made the drive seem even longer.

Once at the office, we had to sit in the waiting room for a half an hour because, miraculously, we’d been early. I didn’t mind though, because I didn’t want to be there. I find it waste of time and money. My mother doesn’t. She seems to think that seeing a shrink for the past year and a half has helped me get over my father’s murder. Well have I got news for her…It hasn’t. Not one bit. If anything, seeing a shrink has made me more rebellious than I ever was.

Finally, I was called back. I strode into the richly decorated office and sat down in the tall leather chair in front of the desk. Dr. Taylor was sitting behind his desk reading through my file for what seemed like the thousandth time.

“I really do not want to be here,” I said, openly.

“I know that. But your mother thinks you need to be here and unfortunately I can’t just up and tell her not to bring you,” he replied tonelessly.

“And why the hell not? I am over the legal age of adulthood. Do I not get a say in any of this?”

“No, not really Cortney. And quite frankly, neither do I. As I said, it is your mother’s decision. Pure and simple.”

Yes, just what I want to hear; that I have absolutely no say in what goes on in my life. That makes things so much easier for me. I crossed my legs and folded my arms across my chest in a petulant gesture.

“Let’s get this session over with shall we?” I asked impatiently.

“Okay. Last time we left off with you telling me what happened in the few minutes before you found your father dead. Now what happened after that?”

Oh god, did he have to say it so bluntly? It brings back harsh memories as it is…


She felt herself being picked up off the floor by strong hands. Her godfather’s hands. He cradled her in his chest and led her from the room. She was crying and trying to push away so she could go back to her father, to see if he really was dead.

“No, no, no. Let me go! I want to see my dad! Please let me go!” She cried loudly. She couldn’t help it, the tears just kept coming.

“Cortney, your father is dead there is nothing you can do for him. Do you hear me? Nothing. So let’s go back downstairs. You don’t need to see that,” her godfather tried to comfort her. She gave up her struggles and let him lead her to the elevator. He pressed the button and the doors slid open noisily.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever. It felt to Cortney like twenty minutes had passed before they reached the lobby. Ted sat her down at a nearby desk and asked for someone to call her mother.

“Ted, what’s going on?” Police Chief Black asked him.

“She was screaming because she found Charles lying in a pool of blood in his office. Who was up there last? She keeps mumbling that she just got off the phone with him. That doesn’t give the,” he paused, “killer, much time to have actually done anything,” Ted replied.

“Charles? Dead? What- oh dear God I’ve got to call Molly,” and he ran to pick up the nearest phone.

Meanwhile Cortney sat shaking in the chair, unable to control her sobbing and mumbling. It was all she could do to not break down and start screaming again. She felt numb inside, she felt nothing at all, except the sobs that were wracking her body.

Sometime later, she felt someone pick her up in their arms and carry her out the door. She was placed in the back of a car and belted in. She was finally silent. The shock over seeing her father lying there all bloody was finally over. She heard someone speak her name and tried hard to listen in on the conversation.

“…needs to go to a hospital Molly, she’s in shock. There is nothing just taking her home can do except make things worse for her right now,” Ted argued with Molly.

“It just seems so unnecessary to take her to a hospital instead of back to the house. She’ll be more comfortable there,” her mother insisted.

“Molly, I realize that, but she needs medication or she’s going to have a nervous breakdown. Anything that will remind her of him will send her back into a screaming fit. Hell it took all I had to drag her out of his office after I found her there screaming in the middle of the floor. Please just take her to the hospital. Then tomorrow we can find out if she saw anyone else in the room.”

“Alright, alright fine. But just until she gets over the initial shock,” Molly agreed. Ted nodded and shut Molly’s door.

The last thing Cortney remembered before she fell asleep was being set down on a hospital bed in a private room and wrapped up in warm blankets…
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SO. GOOOOOD111
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Thank you!
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I love this story already.
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Unfortunately I think I only have one more FULL chapter...
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*hugs*
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