Saturday 5 – Thursday 17 March 2011
I adore bands like Within Temptation and Evanescence, with their Gothic Rock, orchestral arranged, big guitar sounding songs. And Evanescence’s ‘Bring Me To Life’ was what I was listening to when I got the idea for the first chapter of this piece. However, after chapter one, the story immediately became something different from what I had intended. I had wanted just a simple story of betrayal, but the plot became very murky, very quickly. And what was supposed to be a couple of thousand words, turned into this.
‘How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core, where I’ve become so numb.
Without a soul, my spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become’
(‘Bring Me To Life’ by Evanescence, from the album ‘Fallen’ Songwriters: B. Moody, A. Lee, & D. Hodges. Zombies Ate My Publishing, Forthefallen Publishing, & Dwight Frye Music, Inc. (BMI) Adm. by Dwight Frye Music, Inc. (BMI) P & © 2003 Wind-up Entertainment, Inc.)
‘You betrayed me. That’s all there is to it. I know who you are now,’ she refused to turn away from him. Only a few months ago, she would have turned from him, humiliation and embarrassment consuming her, but not today, not anymore. He wasn’t getting away with this sort of behaviour any longer.
‘Brooke, come on. Be serious. You know you can’t live without me. You also know that you’ll forgive me anything.’ He smiled, flashing his perfect dentally enhanced teeth.
‘Not this time, Toby. We’re done,’ Brooke’s expression was stony and her voice, cold.
Toby Oliver examined her face. The usual telltale signs that she was about to forgive him his indiscretions were not there. He wondered if she was being serious this time. God how he hoped not. The blonde hadn’t been worth it at all. But Brooke Henley, she was a keeper.
‘Honey – ’
‘Don’t. Don’t you dare patronise me,’ she cut him off before he could get any further into some lame excuse about his infidelity, again. ‘I’ll have my belongings packed and out of here before the end of the week.’
He watched as she turned on her heels and walked out of the door, the rage within him building.
Jeremy Anderton hated the clubs. Everything about them spelled meat market to him. All he wanted was to meet one nice girl, but the girls who came to these clubs were anything but nice. And that was okay for an overnight thing, but Jeremy was past that. He wanted serious, and stable, and marriage material, and he knew he wouldn’t find that here. But every time his brother suggested it, Jeremy joined the crew for a night of debauchery. He loathed himself for submitting to his brother’s wishes, but someone had to be around to protect Kyle from himself; someone had to be around to protect others from Kyle.
‘Dance, doofus. How do you expect to land a hot chick if you’re not out there dancing?’ Kyle slapped Jeremy’s cheek a few times.
‘I don’t dance. You know that,’ Jeremy resorted to his usual comment.
‘And that’s why you never end up with any do-able girls,’ Kyle laughed and gyrated his way back onto the dance floor.
Jeremy shook his head in disbelief. In less than a minute, Kyle was sandwiched between two blondes who were clearly after one thing. Jeremy drained the vodka from his glass and pushed his way through the undulating crowd to the bar. He squeezed his way in between two guys who were trying to impress two very unimpressed young women. He leaned forward on the bar, catching his own reflection in the polished, black marble. The owner of the club had spared no expense on any of the fittings.
Unaware that the tiny brunette bar tender was standing in front of him, Jeremy jumped when she spoke.
‘You want another?’
‘Jesus Christ!’ Sweat began to bead on his brow.
She smiled, ‘No, sorry, not sure how to make that one.’
Jeremy laughed, ‘Well, I guess I’ll just take a vodka on the rocks, thanks.’
She turned away from Jeremy and poured his drink, all the while monitoring him in the mirrored wall behind the liquor shelving. When she delivered his drink, she smiled, leaned in towards him and spoke quietly.
‘Dude, it’s called an ass. And if you look at mine like that again, you and your nuts will be parting ways, in a most painful manner.’
His face began to burn. He didn’t think he was being that obvious. In fact, he thought he was quite subtle. This woman definitely had a sixth sense. Jeremy didn’t even bother about offering an excuse. Instead, a small, embarrassed smile crept across his face, and he nodded briefly.
‘Don’t worry, champ, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last. But please, show a little bit of respect.’
Jeremy looked at her as she served the customers around him. She moved effortlessly from one to the next, filling their drink orders, taking their money, listening to their stories. He began to wonder about her: why she worked at this club; where she’d gone to school; what her family was like; if she had a boyfriend. He caught himself staring too intently at her, just as she caught sight of him herself. She flashed him a quick smile, and then continued with her job.
. . . To be continued . . .