I went back home for a few hours. I smelt of old paper and cologne. I decided to get a shower; maybe it would calm my anxieties about tonight. As I scrubbed myself, I decided the only thing the shower was doing was ridding me of my office scent.
I got out of the shower and put on some clothes. I wore a black, v-neck shirt, with a pair of tight black pants. I towel dried my hair, and messed it with some gel. I put on cologne, just in case anyone got close enough to smell me. I put the cologne down, and checked to make sure it was in place. My arm muscle twitched. I left the bathroom.
It was around seven-thirty when I left the house. Grey had to work late; she wouldn’t be home until eleven. I couldn’t let her know about the outing tonight. She didn’t like it when I was out drinking, or smoking up. I still had the occasional joint, and Grey knew it.
I walked to the club; it wasn’t that far from the house. The June air was warm, and crisp. I enjoyed summer months, because I liked to be outside. At the same time, I hated it, because I couldn’t wear a jacket without sweating. Jackets were a focal point in my wardrobe. Summer made it difficult.
I arrived at a two-story, black building. The words Black Tiger stood on the front in curvy white letters. Alexander stood at the entrance of the bar, a crooked smile playing on his lips.
“Hey,” he said as he guided me into the bar.
“Hello,” I wanted to jump this small talk and get straight to my questions. I needed to know how he knew Lucy. Alexander walked to a narrow wooden staircase near the back of the bar. We walked up it, and a dark room unveiled itself. Dark purple furniture sat scattered around the room. The room was lit by black light.
Alexander pulled me to one of the couches near the corner of the room. We sat down, and a server came over to us.
“What will you have?” asked a tall, brown-haired woman. She wore a red, and black corset with fishnets, and a black thong with chains. Cherry red covered her lips.
“I’ll take a Red Death,” said Alexander. The woman turned toward me.
“Uhh, same for me,” I was a bit awkward when out in public. The woman turned, her black, thigh-high boots clicked on the floor as she walked.
“Now, what were we to talk about?” Alexander asked.
“We were going to discuss how you know Lucy,” I said, almost unable to bear the ignorance.
“Ah, yes, Lucy Taylor. I know her, it’s related to a series of misfortunate events,” Alexander said with a distance look. “Her mother was Genette Taylor. Genette was my best friend growing up. Then she died of Meningococcal disease at eighteen,” Alexander said a said look in his eye.
“Wait, when did she have Lucy?” I asked.
“She had Lucy right after her eighteenth birthday,” Alexander said.
“Who’s the father?” I asked. I needed to know what kind of sick bastard would leave their child in the NICU while the mother died.
“That’s that thing-” the server brought our drinks. She sat them on the table.
“Here you go. Anything else?” she seemed bored.
“No thank you,” I said. She walked off, to a room in the corner. “As you were saying.”
“Damien,” Alexander laid his hand on top of mine, “I am Lucy’s father.”
I got out of the shower and put on some clothes. I wore a black, v-neck shirt, with a pair of tight black pants. I towel dried my hair, and messed it with some gel. I put on cologne, just in case anyone got close enough to smell me. I put the cologne down, and checked to make sure it was in place. My arm muscle twitched. I left the bathroom.
It was around seven-thirty when I left the house. Grey had to work late; she wouldn’t be home until eleven. I couldn’t let her know about the outing tonight. She didn’t like it when I was out drinking, or smoking up. I still had the occasional joint, and Grey knew it.
I walked to the club; it wasn’t that far from the house. The June air was warm, and crisp. I enjoyed summer months, because I liked to be outside. At the same time, I hated it, because I couldn’t wear a jacket without sweating. Jackets were a focal point in my wardrobe. Summer made it difficult.
I arrived at a two-story, black building. The words Black Tiger stood on the front in curvy white letters. Alexander stood at the entrance of the bar, a crooked smile playing on his lips.
“Hey,” he said as he guided me into the bar.
“Hello,” I wanted to jump this small talk and get straight to my questions. I needed to know how he knew Lucy. Alexander walked to a narrow wooden staircase near the back of the bar. We walked up it, and a dark room unveiled itself. Dark purple furniture sat scattered around the room. The room was lit by black light.
Alexander pulled me to one of the couches near the corner of the room. We sat down, and a server came over to us.
“What will you have?” asked a tall, brown-haired woman. She wore a red, and black corset with fishnets, and a black thong with chains. Cherry red covered her lips.
“I’ll take a Red Death,” said Alexander. The woman turned toward me.
“Uhh, same for me,” I was a bit awkward when out in public. The woman turned, her black, thigh-high boots clicked on the floor as she walked.
“Now, what were we to talk about?” Alexander asked.
“We were going to discuss how you know Lucy,” I said, almost unable to bear the ignorance.
“Ah, yes, Lucy Taylor. I know her, it’s related to a series of misfortunate events,” Alexander said with a distance look. “Her mother was Genette Taylor. Genette was my best friend growing up. Then she died of Meningococcal disease at eighteen,” Alexander said a said look in his eye.
“Wait, when did she have Lucy?” I asked.
“She had Lucy right after her eighteenth birthday,” Alexander said.
“Who’s the father?” I asked. I needed to know what kind of sick bastard would leave their child in the NICU while the mother died.
“That’s that thing-” the server brought our drinks. She sat them on the table.
“Here you go. Anything else?” she seemed bored.
“No thank you,” I said. She walked off, to a room in the corner. “As you were saying.”
“Damien,” Alexander laid his hand on top of mine, “I am Lucy’s father.”
Hey, so this is a poem Ive been thinking of for a long time,please read and comment!
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A home for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
More eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A home for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
More eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
Forever
Forever you are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what you promised
Your heart is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected by your eagle like wings
Forever loved by your ocean wide heart
Forever safe in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
Forever you are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what you promised
Your heart is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected by your eagle like wings
Forever loved by your ocean wide heart
Forever safe in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
preface
if the one person you told the truth to all the time was now the one person you have to keep it away from, would you?
would you be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person you told everything to, he was the one who keeps you from falling apart, but if you told him anything he might be the one to bring you tummbling down.
if you had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would you chose? because if you dont chose right, he may very well die.
if the one person you told the truth to all the time was now the one person you have to keep it away from, would you?
would you be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person you told everything to, he was the one who keeps you from falling apart, but if you told him anything he might be the one to bring you tummbling down.
if you had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would you chose? because if you dont chose right, he may very well die.