| Rose Tainted by L J Norman | |
| Rated G - Short Stories - Published: 10/04/09 09:19 PM - Updated: 10/04/09 09:19 PM - Status: Complete - Size: 3.94 kb | |
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It had been ten years and five days since she breezed in with the usual 'wannabe' crowd. When they'd all got bored and gone back to their Bros records - she remained and became a 'newbie'. She'd sit there sipping her diet coke flicking her long shaggy poodle perm as she laughed and joked. Sometimes she'd look over at me and smile. I guessed she was either too shy or thought she wasn't high enough in the gang to go for me. I had to sit there and watch as she got herself a boyfriend. I hated him so much and would silently see the as he kissed her lips and stared into her eyes He wasn't good enough for her but I had to make her see this. I finally got my chance after one memorable gig at The Quayside Club. He stormed off and left her just because she got chatting to the supporting act's bassist. Ah! The connections One has! All I had to do was wait. Wait and I rescued her for the first time. I dread to think what that sleazy rock star would've done to her. I even phoned her mother pretending to be "Susan's Concerned Dad". She was ever so grateful to me. Rumour has it that her big brother thumped her boyfriend twice -once for leaving her and again for calling her a groupie. I was over the moon when they split up a few weeks later. I thought she'd be running into my arms for comfort. I put it down to her not wanting me to be the rebound but when she got another boyfriend I had to do something about it and that's where Anita helped me out. She was the gang's little slut and she soon had that poor man exactly where I wanted him. There I was again comforting her. Telling her he was not worthy. Surely now she'd realised I was the one for her but still she resisted me. Maybe she was hurting too much. So I gave her time. Plenty of time. As for Anita? She props up the bar in some darkened back alley. All she had to do was ease my pain and fustration but instead she bragged that we were "deeply in love". She begged me not to hurt her but she only had herself to blame. Pity she had such a pretty little face. Every Saturday night I'd sit at my usual table and watch her as she danced with her friends. Watching and waiting for her to realise it was me she loved. Yet she still made me jealous. It was New Year's Eve 1988 when we shared our first kiss after I rescued her yet again from yet another doomed relationship. We spent the rest of the night talking and by the dawn of the New Year she became my woman. Life was good apart from her family that is. They forced her to cut her hair and even got her the business suit boyfriend that they so wanted for their son in law. Poor girl had to keep them happy and go along with this pretence. How could they treat her so badly? I'd supported her - helped her in her time of need. They didn't know her like I did. She'd come back to me. She always did. She knew we were meant to be together and after what could've happened to her younger sister at that party she shouldn't have thrown while her parents were away. All it took was one impressionable but rather naive best friend and I had my gatecrashing invitation. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the fun. Her fiancee dumped her after seeing her 'true colours'. At least that's what she thinks happened but I know the truth. He seemed such a nice lad as well. Very well spoken but very wet around the ears. In fact he was wet everywhere after that little accident. How did I know he wasn't a strong swimmer? As soon as her dumb sister was slipped an ecstasy pill I knew she'd be mine by the end of the night. Blackmail is such a dirty word don't you think?, but if its means to end who cares? I'd finally got what I wanted. She's got her favourite white dress on. It's a bit big on her but hey! You know what women are like with these crazy diets. I'm keeping her warm, drying her tears. She's got to eat. She begs me, pleads with me but as I keep telling her it's OUR baby now..... |
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