tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-08-24 00:32:00 |
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Original poster: laquerforwords
Who: Adelle McPherson and Dominic James.
What: Meeting again after being dummies.
When: August 18th, late morning.
Where: Well, it starts with Ade at home, then she ventures to her mother's grave, then it should be at Dom's beach house from that point on.
Rating: TBD!
Status: Closed! Shhh. Incomplete.
How many times can one be wrong about someone, in a row? For Adelle, she was continually coming to the wrong conclusion about Dominic. Someone told me once, if you aren't risking something, then you aren't living. Its your choice. This was just another time that she'd assumed he felt one way..when truthfully it was the exact opposite. Though, it wasn't like she had come to the conclusion without his contribution. Never before had she thought of one man and only one man every day for months. She'd tried so hard to help Dominic and it had actually worked. She had finally succeeded at something. It was both a wonderful and a scary thing all at once.
Even though, he'd made it extremely clear that he wanted nothing more to do with Adelle, they both knew it wasn't so. Just as Ade had done for him, Dominic had reignited a flame inside of the girl that was believed to be extinguished years ago.
She swallowed, and looked down a moment, before turning around and facing him, the sunlight casting shadow on the floor, and on her face where it couldn't reach. "What do I want from you?" She shook her head lightly. "Dominic..the only thing I really want is for you to be honest with me. Screw your pride..and your hangover. What are you so afraid of? Just stop hiding from me.." She felt her whole body relax as she let all of that out. That fire had ignited in her eyes again, as she spoke, and now it was merely ashes. She turned around, bringing her hand to her forehead, rubbing it slightly as her own eyes welled up with frustrated tears. "Be honest with me..or just tell me to leave."
It had been over a month since they last looked at one another's face. Adelle had, of course, nearly chickened out of driving to see him. Part of her believed that she was just getting herself right back into the same situation. She knew she had feelings for Dominic..and was afraid that he'd just as easily turn her away as he had the first time. But, wait..He told her to come, right? He'd written all those words in his letter. Why did she have so much trouble believing what she read? He said that he missed her. He wanted her to show up, but probably not seven days later. That was Ade's own decision. She had actually come home from Boston and only been there about two days before talking to Dom's maid Candace and being told where he was. She thought that the decision was made at that moment, to go..and she meant to do it right away, but the following day, Ade was called about a job with the one of the city's newspapers. Two days later she went in for an interview and was hired on the spot. Things were changing for her drastically. This wasn't the life that she was used to leading.
Adelle packed extra clothes and climbed in her car..though, she found herself driving in the opposite direction of where Dominic was. Only did she realize she was on the wrong track, was when she parked in the graveyard where her mother had been buried. It was a terribly awkward mistake.
As Ade approached her mother's grave, she found she wasn't the only one there that day. Kneeling at the foot of the grave, was Ade's father. David was a tough looking man; not simple, yet not extremely handsome. Ade definitely got her red hair from her mother's side, as her father had jet brown hair and wore it cut close to his scalp. He had soft eyes, but they never held any kindness. He was harsh and always seemed to be disappointed. Maybe that was just the way Adelle saw it. The redhead's stomach filled with butterflies, not the good ones, but the ones that make you nauseious. Approaching slowly, she held her hands behind her back, clasped together. Ade was wearing a white sundress, with a big blue belt around her waist. Her long wavy hair was resting lightly on her back and shoulders. She finally reached where her father was, and she cleared her throat, her gaze low. "Hi.." Millie had said that every day was a day to fix things. Ade had a lot of things to fix and some part of her believed that the relationship between her and her father was fixable. Though, as he muttered something, set his flowers down and stood up, it was obvious that it wasn't.
Ade looked up at her father, eyes bliking wildly for a moment. He too, cleared his throat, "Your grandmother asked me to ..She wanted the..I have to go." He grunted, and dusted his hands off, looking down and walking away. There was that same old feeling of a knife twisting in your heart. It became unbearable, as her eyes welled up with tears. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and feeling the warm breeze on her skin, alot more of which was showing that day. Her hands fell to her sides and clenched into fists. Out of all of the emotions swirling inside of her..Adelle laughed. Albeit bitterly, she laughed..as tears poured from her eyes.
Back on the road, she was still letting hot tears fall against her freckled cheeks. She didn't want anything but to see Dominic now. Just his face..would make her feel somewhat better. He was the one thing she'd done right and she needed him.
After maybe an hour, she pulled up to the address that his maid had given her. Her heart was racing and there was a large lump in her throat, but she climbed out of the car. She didn't take anything with her..not her phone..not her keys..or her sunglasses. It was just her. She made a last attempt at wiping away the wetness from her cheeks, and she walked to the front door.
After a few minutes, no one had answered the door. Her heart sank a bit. She'd messed it all up. Waited too long, and he'd left. But, just as her mind got her to believe she'd messed up again, she heard a dog barking in the distance. Her head perked up and she drew her bottom lip in between her teeth. Was he there? Behind the house, on the beach? Was he outside..and with a dog? She shook her head, actually excited about something. Her feet carried her kind of fast, around the house, through the sand. Figuring out how hard it was to keep her sandals on in the sand, she disposed of them and carried on barefoot. The wind blew her dress and her hair in the same manner, yet her hair was a bit more unruly. Her eyes found his shadow first, then they traced every edge of the man that she had missed more than she realized. Her eyes smiled, but her face remained blank. She wasn't far from him, but she couldn't force herself to call out..or keep walking. She just waited.