“Move FAST!!!” cried Jon with the racing heart and his voice competing the stereo speakers set up in the right corner of the club as soon as he saw Cara’s father investigating the security officers on the porch of the small hut. Cara is dressed in beautiful black strapless attire and dancing with her girl friends on the edge of the dance floor near the DJ setup off the floor. Jon thrashes everybody on his way to reach Cara and drapes her face with a piece of black cloth and rushes her through the crowd to the way to the backyard of the hut. Cara releases her hand from his firm grip to unveil his face and embrace him in her comforting warm arms sobbing quietly. Her tears rolling down her cheeks caresses the earlobe of Jon where a sensation is created – he wraps his arms around her as well and they sway with the wind on the edge of the sea shore while water waves play with their entwined feet.
The full moon shining above in the sky creates a miraculous reflection on the water waves crashing on their feet as they sit close to each other hunched on their knees carving each other’s name on the wet mud off the shore. Jon suddenly realizes that Cara is crying when a teardrop from her eye falls on his hand and he confronts her tugging the strands of her loose hair behind her ear and pulls her closer to wrap her in his arms.
“What’s the matter babe?” whispers Jon.
“Baby, I am scared. I want to convince dad to get us married”, explains Cara.
“Hons, you have crossed 18. You are legally an adult now and I love you”, argues Jon.
Cara bursts into a low-pitched cry and buries her face in the well-built chest of Jon. Jon is a dark guy with deep hazel eyes sparkling like the spaceships on the dark land of Pluto. His crooked nose compliments the pouch of his lips. This 6 feet and 2 inches guy stands like a huge pole where little Cara of 5 feet and 2 inches hides herself in him easily. His well-toned body has been an ever-lasting obsession and temptation for many girls but his heart has only accepted Cara as yet for she is his first girl-friend and doubtlessly the last one as he always reassured himself of his devastation if Cara would ever leave him.
Cara slept with her head tugged in his lap and he watched the beautiful girl lying before him like a beautiful mermaid sleeping peacefully after an exhausted journey. He combed her hair with his fingers while his other hand gripped her waist to support her in the posture she was sleeping. Suddenly, he felt a sensation down his right thigh urging him to move but he resisted to not disturb Cara’s serene sleep and drew his cell phone out of the right pocket of his denim jeans. He tapped the screen gently to see who it was and expectedly it was his mum inquiring about him. He made his way out of the inbox to check the time and his eyes darted the screen without blinking and it wasn’t later when he realized how it was too late to drop Cara home.
“Cara! Wake up sweetheart”, whispered Jon in her ear for he had no intention to knock down the serenity of seashore to pieces.
Cara moved but within the clutch of his arm as he had held her too firmly to let go.
”Babe! Its midnight, I need to drop you by your place sweetheart”, this time Jon’s voice was much louder than a mere whisper.
Cara opened her eyes squinting to the flashing white light of the pole reflected in Jon’s spectacles. “Baby, what’s the time?” Cara asked innocently.
“Quarter past MIDNIGHT,” The words shot as that of a missile and baffled Cara brushed the dust off her dress, yet wondering at the pace of time.
Jon looked at her patiently with a smile on his lips and within ten minutes they were standing on the porch of Cara’s home wishing each other goodnight. This was not the first time Jon has dropped her home at this hour of the dark starry night. The day they first met (the birthday part of Cara’s best friend); from that day onwards Jon knew the way to her home by heart.
Jon had turned back to return to the car but a hand grasped his wrist firmly and as he turned around, he saw Cara smiling naughtily yet with innocence.
“Baby, you are forgetting SOMETHING,” Cara encircled her arms around his neck and leaned in. Jon could then smell her strawberry shampoo, the soft scent of her enchanting perfume and within seconds he tasted her lip gloss. The feeling was too intense that he couldn’t make out the flavor of the lip gloss but all he could describe was that he wanted to taste the same lips for life time. Within seconds, Jon was driving to her home drunk in love.
Cara double crossed her fingers and gently inserted the key in the door knob and tried her best to not break the silence of the night. She recited a hymn she had learnt as a child in the church for self protection. As soon as she entered the hallway, the house was immersed in dark and without daring to turn on any light she headed upstairs but suddenly she was caught by the glow of a bright yellow light.
“Dad!” cried Cara trying to explain everything through the utter surprise.
“Yes Madam, what is the excuse for tonight?” the slurring words confirmed Cara that he had been drinking since a while or so.
“Dad, we will talk in the morning. You won’t understand anything right now.” Cara explained without hesitation. Instantaneously she saw her dad dashing to her while she stood firm in her place trying to bury her feet underneath the concrete floor. Her dad grabbed her by hair and banged her head against the wall.
“How dare you call me a drunkard?” he screams on the top of his voice scaring Cara to death. She is shivering from head to toe while her words stuttered and before she was able to utter a single word, she had been pushed by her father on the stair case whereas he left to prepare another drink for the night.
Cara’s father, Mr. Laurengram was a rich French business man who had married a Russian woman (Cara’s mother – Fiona Taylor) who died after delivering her first and last baby on the operation table. He was a caring father but what made him worse at times was his excessive consumption of alcohol and incredible possessiveness for his daughter. Mr. Laurengram never married again for he loved his first wife profoundly. Apparently he loved Cara also but he had blamed her repeatedly at every stage of her life as he believed that the young girl was the murderer of his beloved wife and even after 19 years, he had not been able to get over the grief of his dead wife and continued accusing Cara for the great loss.
Cara laid there on the stair case sobbing and wiping off the flowing tears. She could taste blood in her mouth but it was not a new story for her; she was well-aware of the consequences regarding the drunken man she lived with. She gathered all the energy needed to walk to her bedroom but she failed miserably. She knew that her physical strength might deceive her at times but emotionally she was as tough for a competition.
Lovely Naima! Amazing words and amazing touch…You just created an atmosphere around me here while I read this…
I am glad you enjoyed it. While I was writing, it took me to another land too so I can understand what might be your feelings. Thank you for reading dear 🙂
Lots of Love,
and thanks for writing such a beautiful one! 🙂
You’re more than welcome 🙂 And THANK YOU for the reading spirit 😉
Thank you Bomie 🙂
The first thoughts that came to my mind were yep Naima is back :). My pleasure
Awww.. You make me feel too good! I love you so much!!
I love a story that not only feels real it pulls me along with it, and wanting more at the end
You have succeeded Naima…
Wonderful read…(as always…)
Thank you for sharing !
I am glad you felt the arousing feelings of joy and emotion while reading as I felt it the same way while I was writing. I was transported to another land and my heart and soul was all immersed in the story itself. Thank you for reading, hope the second part to it will amuse you in the same manner with a flow of tender feel.
Wonderful! I hope for more about Cara, whose physical strength may at times fail her but who is inwardly stronger than anything!
I think that is how every girl is framed, physical strength may deceive her at times but the inner strength of the women is worth complementing.
wonderful writing. 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
I am glad you liked it!
Your words…provide a vision…which wraps us in the story…and leaves us wanting more….what a wonderful talent….VERY WELL DONE!!
Thank you so much Kristen, I am glad that you enjoyed it 🙂
heyy..i have nominated you for a lovely blog award..go check the link below
Thank you so much Sheevi 🙂
I am glad to have you nominating me.
you deserve it naima..my pleasure 🙂
Hat’s off to you…!\m/ \m/
Thank you so much 🙂
This wasn’t possible without your support!
Haha! That’s for sure I know. 😀 😉 🙂
Naima what can I say it’s, “RIVETING”!!! Cheers Nonoy Manga
Thank you so much Nonoy, I am glad you liked it 🙂
very candid story of what it’s like to live with the combination of alcoholism and rage.
You are right Karmic, the child’s personality is affected. He/she starts capturing themselves within the shell of their body and do not express. Life is different where expression plays the magical role. Life of these kids/youngsters has to reformed, they can not be punished for the consumption of alcohol by their guardian. Thank you for the comment.
Wonderful that you can give those kids a voice.
I hope to be the voice to the righteous. After all, hope is one weapon that comprises the world on one platform, isn’t it? 🙂
poor girl. very beautifully written story. so soft, tender in the beginning and then rude awakening to a dark world.
Thank you Sharmishtha. The main target ain’t the YOUNG ROMANCE but child abuse specifically conducted by parents. It affects their persona in various ways. Much to come up and hope you will enjoy the rise and fall of the dark world every now and then throughout the series.
oh god please save cara! the beggining of the story was romantic and in ending it made me cry 😦
Looking eagerly to read Part-2
really I am lucky to read your posts Naima 🙂
Sathya, that is so nice of you. Has anybody told you that you speak sweeter than the honey itself? 🙂
I know, the target is not just the YOUNG ROMANCE but the child abuse conducted by parents mainly. This is one important issue of the society.
Part II on its way dear, hope you will enjoy the emotions in that as well.
Awh Naima..you just told me..I’m blushing here 🙂
Hmm yes naina…really we should Ban this child abuse and thanks for sharing your thoughts as a story..great one 🙂
hmm..really looking forward for Part 2 🙂
I am obliged to know you and even more glad to have you discuss your thoughts with me. I am looking forward for a lot more to share with you and learn from you.
I am really happy to hear from you and i am also looking forward to share my thoughts with you.
Be Happy as always 🙂
Prayers right back to you dear 🙂
so sweet of you naima 🙂
God always be with you 🙂
well that pulled me right in! wow you are talented!
Thank you sweetheart 🙂
Raising an issue of child abuse, same as you through this. Hope I will succeed it well.
yes…just write from your heart! you really are an amazing writer!
Thank you lovely, don’t forget, “BEAUTY IS IN THE EYES OF BEHOLDER”
very true 🙂
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