Fan Fiction ❯ Tower Bridge ❯ Tower Bridge ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Tower Bridge…

When I was but a child,

Only three years of age,

Wearing bonnets and my bottle,

With everything my way,

My daddy knelt beside me,

He kissed my little face,

`Listen up my little sweet,

Today's a great day!'

He smiled so boldly,

His eyes so large and bright,

I laughed and I giggled,

I smiled at his delight,

`How would you like,

The best gift of all,'

He said it so crazily,

I thought it a ball!

`There is nothing other,

There is no compare,

What I'll bring you is a brother!

Now isn't that dear!'

He smiled and he laughed,

Telling me of love we would share,

Of friendships that'd last,

Of brotherly care!

I thought it the best thing,

To happen to me,

I thought it so splendid,

I laughed out with glee!

He kissed me goodbye,

On the tip of my nose,

`Behave you little tyke,

Your Papa will know!'

I waited the whole day,

Tell sun nearly set,

My mother not worried,

Yet boy did I fret!

My bedtime was nigh,

When daddy came back,

His mood just as cherry,

No, nothing was lack!

I was the picture of happiness,

So full of joy,

When daddy showed me his bundle,

I saw it was a boy!

Much older than I,

His face smudged and brown,

I looked on in horror,

I made not a sound!

Dirty blond hair,

With soft wispy curls,

His face soft with slumber,

I thought I would hurl!

No brother of mine,

I wanted to scream,

But stare on in horror,

I couldn't even breathe!

My daddy was delighted,

He thought I was too,

He gave the boy my mother,

And she began to coo!

I wanted to pout,

I wanted to cry,

I knew it no use,

I let out a sigh!

The days that would follow,

Were just as I thought,

The boy was a terror,

Yet still had my spot!

The pride of my father,

He won right away,

The love of my mother,

She gave without save!

When backs would turn,

The terror would rise,

He'd push and he'd tease,

And then smile into their eyes!

The boy was much older,

Three years or so I'd say,

My father took him everywhere,

My mother made him cakes!

I was unhappy,

And very sad-bound,

I cried all the time,

But this brought me frowns!

Action I began to take,

And became a terror too,

No longer was it all for me,

There was war between us two!

I never had to fight for things,

Things like a mothers love,

But every day the war kept on,

And I learned to kick and shove,

For years the battles kept it up,

Each day the same old thing,

One would try the harder still,

To win my mothers please,

I told my mother when I could,

The horrors of that boy,

She would laugh and softly speak,

`Boys will be boys!'

Still yet a child,

Now seven years old,

He, not my brother,

Ten years and bold!

His eyes they do sparkle,

The purest of green,

No longer was he teasing,

But boy he was mean!

`Ten years of age,'

My daddy here told,

`So eager to learn!

Let's send him to school!'

I was excited,

So very well pleased,

Send him to school?

Could this very well be?

The day, it had come,

The horror would go,

Off to a boarding school,

To learn and to know,

I was the dearest of children,

To my mother dear,

Who hugged me to her bosom,

And drowned me with tears,

She was so sad,

To see that boy leave,

I was so glad,

She only hugged me!

The pride of my father,

Was harder yet still,

I was a girl!

And knew not how to kill!

I practiced daily,

To sing and to nit,

I learned the piano,

I learned how to sit,

I wasn't the boy,

That my father loved,

But I was a girl,

And knew all my stuff!

A dinner was set,

For father's good friends,

Tonight I would play,

My spot I would win!

I played as best,

As best as I could,

And smiled so sweetly,

I know it was good!

Father's friends were all cherry,

And clapped at the end,

That boy was forgotten,

And so I did win!

For years that boy,

Would come and go,

Each year bringing changes,

With more things he'd know,

No more would we bicker,

No more he would tease,

He seemed far more older,

This left me uneased!

I now sixteen,

No longer a child,

That boy now nineteen,

And no longer wild,

He seemed far more different,

With each passing time,

Not the same boy that'd tease me,

Or leave me to pine,

No longer a horror,

Or so it did seem,

I wondered at him,

And what he had seen,

He noticed me watching him,

His look as if why?

I looked on a moment,

He seemed almost shy!

His features were handsome,

I had to admit,

Far better now,

Than when we were kids,

His hair shone brilliant,

In the late setting sun,

His hair still as curly,

As when he'd first come,

I looked on a moment,

Far more than I should,

This boy, not my brother,

But knew it not good!

He seemed almost sad,

Staring back at me,

With brilliant green eyes,

As if thinking the same thing,

This summer was different,

I knew from then,

This boy, not my brother,

Was not of my kin!

I smiled so slowly,

And headed back up,

Something was happening,

And I knew not what!

One morning I found flowers,

Addressed to me,

My mother was fretful,

Though I knew she was pleased,

I though was hesitant,

And knew not by who,

These flowers were given,

With words only `to you'

Come nightfall as I,

Sat brushing my hair,

I saw from my mirror,

A note lying there!

There by the door,

The note lay quietly,

It caused my heart to strain,

And beat wildly!

I picked it up slowly,

And read it so numb,

`Meet me at Tower Bridge,

Oh please won't you come!'

I put on my robe,

Taking no time for shoes,

And tiptoed from the door,

To the place that I knew,

There in the moonlight,

I saw it was him,

No brother of mine,

For he was not kin!

Slowly I stepped,

Not sure what to do,

He turned and he saw me,

And my heart nearly flew!

He smiled so slowly,

As he put out his hand,

`Come closer,' he whispered,

And I nearly ran!

This boy is my brother,

Is it not said?

Though not of my blood,

It still can be read!

I stepped closer to him,

And his smile did die,

He looked so sincere,

I thought I would cry!

He touched my cheek softly,

His touch so tentative,

I wondered what my mother'd think,

If she knew that it was his!

Every night we two would meet,

Under starry skies,

Our love bloomed secretly,

Without anyone the wise!

No longer shying from his lips,

An intimacy was shared,

My mother began to speculate,

And asked for whom I cared!

At that moment he came in,

His eyes alight with glee,

He didn't see my mother dear,

And clasped my hands so free!

My mother choked,

She nearly died,

That boy looked up,

I thought I'd cry!

His eyes grew wide,

His face now pale,

My mother spoke softly,

But only `Well!'

A meeting was set,

My father would hear!

That boy he was angry,

But me I was scared!

`Come!' that boy called me,

That night from below,

`Come before father's here!'

He called to my window,

I quickly listened,

For morning grew nigh,

This boy I did love him,

No brother of mine!

Tomorrow father'd come home,

He'd hear of our disgrace,

I couldn't help but picture,

His very angry face!

I met that boy,

At Tower Bridge,

He took me in his arms,

He gave a kiss,

I cried into his shoulder,

As he held me near,

I cried for tomorrow,

And whispered my fears,

I shook as I sobbed,

`O what will we do!

Father will stop this,

And I love only you!'

He hushed me to silence,

He kissed away my tears,

And there in the Tower,

He hugged me so near,

The Tower hung out,

Over the lake,

Moonlight snuck in,

And played along his face,

He whispered so softly,

His kisses so sweet,

Moonlight played in,

It swept us from our feet,

Tower Bridge,

Where it begun,

There in the moonlight,

We became one,

Morning rose early,

The Tower grew cold,

I woke and I realized,

The day did grow old!

With hay in my hair,

From nights warm embrace,

I wakened my lover,

I did up my lace!

That boy smiled slowly,

At finding me near,

`Get up!' I did whisper,

For I was in fear!

Father was coming!

And mother would know!

She'd find my bed empty,

And know where to go!

I took hold of his hand,

And brought him to his feet,

`Hurry!' I whispered,

`For now we must leave!'

Yelling was heard,

My heart nearly stopped,

My father was coming,

He headed for this spot!

My mother had told him,

Of this disgrace,

That boy held my tightly,

He felt we were safe,

I was so frightened,

Of what father'd do,

Soft green eyes calmed me,

His eyes speaking true,

Father came in,

The world nearly stopped,

He saw our embrace,

I knew we were caught!

He looked at our faces,

The air as if thick,

He then knew what had happened,

And it made his sick!

He knew of our love,

Of the love we'd just shared,

He took out his pistol,

And I was so scared!

`Father,' that boy whispered,

`Please put down your gun.'

The pistol was pointed,

Right at my father's son!

`Let go of my daughter,'

The old man replied,

`You were my son!

And look what you've tried!'

`She is not my sister!'

The boy merely spoke,

`God knows I do love her,

I won't let her go!'

Echoes sound,

A terrible blast,

My world in slow motion,

A horrible crash!

Smoke rising slowly,

From my father's gun,

His face just as hard,

As when he'd first come,

I looked on in horror,

That boy dropped his hold,

I grasped him securely,

His skin was so cold!

I cried out his name,

As motion returned,

And on my knees I held him,

My heart all a churned,

His eyes wet with tears,

That boy smiled slight,

`I love you,' he whispered,

And then he did die!

I held him securely,

And cried all my tears,

This boy not my brother,

The one whom I cared,

O Tower Bridge,

Once filled with passion's love,

O Tower where it all begun,

Now ends with his blood…

I cannot help thinking,

As his blood runs down my sleeve,

My father had chosen,

And there was only me…

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