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Hazel Eyes

Chapter One

Three Step's Forward

Introducing

(Skye-Alysha Glenn)

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If you think about it, school isn't just a hell hole we are forced to attend by our parents, it's also like our second home. We spend more time in this pent up jungle than we do any other place, maybe that's why kids hate it so much. My psychiatrist always tells me I read into things, looking them over and calculating its actions before I really get a chance to try it out. The object of surprise, he says, is what makes the human mind look forward to its next objective. If it studies and calculates before it gets a chance to fully look, there's no object of surprise.

It's like he's saying 'instead of taking it one step at a time, take three steps forward so you'll get there faster'. I don't like surprises, so I don't know what he's on about, what exactly are my parents paying one hundred and twenty dollars an hour for again?

I never really liked school, to many people and not enough space. My parents are forever worried, thinking I'll fall back into my depression and anxiety. Did Laura-Sue and Carl Glenn ever once stop and think maybe they are the reason I have two, three hour sessions a week with Doctor Collins. The first time I went to see Doctor Collins, my father had to drag me from the car and when I tried to get away he pulled me down by my hair. Not the funniest way to have a hair cut, or the easiest to explain why you have a bald spot in the middle of your head.

Doctor Collins is a stout man, with bolding hair and eyes greyer than the strands that are left on his rounded head. Everything he does, he does for his patients he told me. I really doubt that, if he wanted to understand his patients better, he would ask their opinion on why they are there, rather than what their life is like and how they're feeling. Doctor Collins once asked me what I thought of love, I didn't have an answer because I never really knew what love was, I was never showed love not even by my own parents.

When I told Doctor Collins this, he looked at me skeptically and had the gall to ask "Are you sure your not over analyzing this Skye? A wealthy girl such as yourself wouldn't be here if her parents didn't love her enough to want to help"

Yes, my parents just want to help. They just want me to be happy and normal, like their friends children, get dressed for fundraisers and smile when talking to said friends and family. That's what they wanted, the perfect daughter just like Holly-May, my perfect older sister. A clone is what they wanted, a daughter who stands by her parents like a painted up doll to smile and nod when spoken to. A perfect princess as one should be proclaimed; my mother and sister certainly had that genre taken care of hands down.

When asked my name, I would simply answer with Skye, my mother would frown and in return I would answer with 'Skye-Alysha'. Whoever I would be talking to would smile and say "That's a lovely name dear" and walk off without a second thought. I suppose my name was nice, not to average or plain, just nice. I always liked the name Lisa, I would pretend that was my name when I was a little girl, my name would be Lisa and only Lisa. I would frown and pout and do all those childish things when my father would correct me and tell me to stop being silly, I should respect the name I was given. Why? I didn't get to choose my name, just like I didn't get to choose my life.

The turn of events that were to transpire that week and the following six months would alter my life forever, if I knew what I know now I would have done things differently. As I sit here and fiddle with the small bottle of tiny pills, I think about him and how he changed my life for the better, or maybe worse I don't know. All I know is I hated him, but I loved him to. Strange how he could hurt me and not realize he was only fuelling my need for revenge and more pain, that's where my story begins.

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The ringing of my alarm clock is what first brought me back into the world of the blue eyed blonds, in other words my mother and older sister. My mother dashed into my room, all happy with her contagious smile, light blue eyes and blond hair that had been bleached one to many times. She pulled the sheets from over me and chucked them into the nearest waist basket for Mallory, our house keeper, to wash later. I doubt my mother has done a day of laundry in her entire life.

"Miss Skye-Alysha, time to wake up and see the new day!" she sang. Her voice sounded more irritating than my alarm clock this time of morning.

I groaned and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my head as she pulled my blinds across. The light was not the best way to start the day off for me "You haven't woken me before" I muttered. I suddenly heard that her feet had stopped shuffling around my bedroom; I poked my head out to look to see if she was gone --- no such luck. There she was, her hands planted firmly on her small hips, her once soft features turning red from annoyance. I made an annoyed kind of croaking sound as I lifted my body from the warmth that was my feather-down quilt "What is it?" I snapped.

My mother gave me a look of surprise which would have looked real if I had not known she was a master at fake emotions; she could make herself cry at any time. One moment she would be the saddest woman on the planet and the next, she would be all exited about a party she was invited to.

"Skye-Alysha, why would you ask a dreadful question like that? I'm your mother! I have a right to wake my own daughter up when she is going to be late for school" she snapped back, coughed, than regained her composure. I sat up on my knees and stretched, my back cracked and I grimaced.

"Mum, what do you want?" I asked, standing up and walking to my joint bathroom to take a shower. I leaned against the door frame, waiting for her reply.

Her face looked defeated and softened ever so slightly, she smiled, a sickly sweet smile she always used when she wanted something "This morning after your first period class, please get an early leavers pass and meet me at Gems for lunch, darling. There are matters your father and I have to discuss with you and Holly-May" she answered. I hated how she used mine and my sister's full names in sentences like she so often did.

I looked at her, my face now confused "Why didn't dad just come up and tell me himself?" I asked.

My mother shook her head, her face looking flushed and annoyed "Because he's working at the moment, so he sent me to do his deeds" she replied bitterly. My parents have never gotten along, even from the tender age of seven things always seemed tense between my parents.

I nodded in understanding, I turned around but before I could close the door my mother spoke "And please dress with some sense, I don't want to have to explain to the waiter why a young girl such as yourself is walking into a fine restaurant in jeans and a --- what do you call it again? Hoodie?" I rolled my eyes and slammed the door closed before locking it and taking my thirty minute shower.

I got my bag ready, not wanting to come all the way home and get dressed I shoved a dress that came above my knee's into my backpack, it was a pale yellow with a little red flower up near the strap along with a plain white mini jacket. Not my normal choice of clothing but I didn't want to anger my father, I already payed for it when I decided to show up to a gala in slacks and an over sized jumper, embarrassing my mother and sister in the process, which is what I was aiming for. I tied my brown curly hair up in a high ponytail and walked back into my walk-in closet.

I slipped on a pair of little white shoes on my feet after dressing in my uniform and grabbed my books along with my bag. I ran out the door and down the stairs, not even bothering with breakfast. Fruit and plain toast wasn't really my favourite meal deal, id wait to get to school than eat something decent from the canteen.

When I got outside I checked my watch, I still had twenty-five minutes before school went in, I rolled my eyes. For future reference I am going to put a big sign up on the wall saying 'school doesn't start until 8 am, wake me and die' in big bold letters with a black marker. I sighed and kept walking, I got half way up the block when my shoes started to hurt my feet, indicating a blister was forming. I cursed silently and them off as I walked the rest of the way to school.

When I got to school I shoved my shoes back on and was no later swamped by my girls at the front gate. We chatted for a while before the bell rang, me and my best friend, Bec, said our goodbyes as we walked off to class. Bec smiled at me, a knowing smile that partially screamed "I know something you don't". My eyes widened in realization.

"Steven asked you out?" I gasped; Bec covered my mouth as people walked passed and stared at my outburst. Bec glared after she released me from her death grip. I happily glared back; licking my lips for the moisture I was deprived.

"Yes, he did and I said yes" she answered.

I shrugged, already knowing the answer. She had been hung up on this guy for months now; of course the girl would jump at the chance of being seen with him in public as an official couple. We laughed as we stopped off at our class, Mrs. Sans glared as we walked in, acting as if we hadn't been just came in five minutes after the first bell had sounded. We took a seat next to each other; Mrs. Sans huffed and kept going with whatever she was writing on the bored.

Bec and I giggled throughout the lesson; Rebecca Radcliff had been my best friend since preschool up until eleventh grade. We were seventeen and care free; we were there for each other after the boys we dated were long gone and onto their second lot of prey. Nothing ever came between us and that was how it would stay.

The bell later sounded and Bec waved me a goodbye as she had to stay back for a detention for talking to much during class "Call me tonight, I want to find out if you have an arranged marriage knowing your mother, better yet, I want to know if they're finally going to tell you your adopted and Holly-May is a mermaid, ready to be turned into tuna fish" she called out and I laughed.

After getting my leavers pass and a well needed stop to the bathroom to get dressed and other matters, I sad goodbye to my friends and left. I seen the car my mother had sent and hopped in. I ignored Mark, our driver when he gave me a scowl through the review mirror, maybe about the way I had lunged into the car like an animal. When we got to the restaurant, I went to the waiter who was standing at the pillar and told him my name and he seated my at a table with my mother who I will tell you now has the title of an old fashioned name, Laura-Sue and Holly-May.

Holly glared at me, like it was my fault she had to be here when she could be in Sydney right now, shopping with her friends. She had just started her first year of University and was eager to use her spare time doing something entertaining, not having lunch with her waring parents. I also looked at her attire, casual, and here I am all dressed up like I'm going to be attending a wedding. My mother smiled "You look lovely Hun" she commented "Though I wish you would have asked me or your sister what to wear, it is after all casual attire" she said, her look my way almost apologetic.

I gave a very un-lady like snort; Holly gave a disgusted look my way. I simply smiled, which for some reason seemed to bug her.

I started to play war games with my knife and fork, my mother coughed as I noticed my father walking our way. Her look suddenly looked nervous as my dark haired father strutted over, confidence radiated from him. He sat down in the chair next to me, the air suddenly turned stale with his cologne. I had to hold my breath every five seconds to even out my air supply.

My mother wavered for a moment "Now girls, there is something your father and I have to tell you-" she started, but was abruptly silenced when my father jumped in.

"We're having a trail separation, just for a few weeks" he said and shrugged, his face showing indifference to the matter. My mother recoiled and almost winced from his cold manner.

I was outraged, my father said this so casually like it was an everyday thing. Well, maybe it was for most people, but not for my family. I glared at him as he straightened his posture and waved the waiter over to take our orders, I knew it was only to stall before me and Holly started with the third degree questioning. We placed our orders, Holly and my mother taking a garden salad, while I had the burger and fries, my father simply ordered some white wine and garlic bread.

"So, who will be moving out" Holly questioned, not at all fazed by my parents big news.

My mother and father both looked at each other and answered both at the same time but with different answers.

"Your mother will be---”

“Your father had the decency---”

Holly and I glanced at each other, knowing what was about to happen "I'm not moving out!" my mother raged, my father's eyes narrowed.

"It's my home Laura-Sue" he challenged. Holly got up from her chair, her blond hair tumbling over her shoulder and her brown eyes showing annoyance.

"I'm leaving, don't wait up" she snapped, ignoring my parents onslaught as they continued to bite each others heads off.

I decided to for once follow my sister's stride and stood up, tearing the fabric napkin from my lap and chucking it onto my plate in a heap. I stormed out of the restaurant, not even bothering with my school bag and ran --- well hobbled --- down the street, my feet suddenly killing me. I stopped by the corner near an alleyway to catch my breath, my thoughts running a mile a minute, all circling around my parent's brief explanation. This is something to tell Doctor Collins tomorrow, now he will have to see why I see my family as 'dysfunctional'.

I barley felt the hand circle my mouth and the other hand wrap around my waist. I screamed, or muffled a scream, whilst struggling to break free. I managed to land my elbow into my attacker's chest; I heard him mutter "Shit" before I broke loose and turned around. He was a Young guy, nineteen maybe twenty. He had soft black hair and black eyes to match. He seemed tall from where I was standing, a good four inches taller.

His eyes narrowed my way, he was pissed off and I knew it. I heard chuckling from the corner and turned my head, a guy who seemed a little older according to his features smirked and ran a hand through his dirty blond hair "Cant handle a little girl, Spencer?" he asked, amusement evident in his brown eyes, he reminded me so much of Holly-May that I felt like glaring at him and not the man in front of me. The man obviously directed to as 'Spencer' growled, a low growl that couldn't be heard unless close by.

"No Cole, I'm perfectly capable of handling this" he snapped, the blond shrugged and moved back.

"By all means..." he muttered and waved absently.

Spencer strode over to me and a thought hit me I should have screamed when I had the chance. He lunged and suddenly he had my back to him, his arm around my neck in a death grip "Move and I break your neck" he growled in my ear, my body shuddered automatically in disgust from his breath on my ear.

I didn't move, nor did I breath when he put a rag over my mouth, I could just see a smirk forming on his face at my action "You have to breath some time" he muttered, his voice cocky. I shook my head, but logic was against me as I suddenly had to breathe or risk passing out from lack of air. So I did the only normal thing to do, I took a breath.

Everything around me started to spin, my head hurt and my body racked as I slipped down his chest and to the ground. He released his grip on me and let me fall into the dirt. All I remember next was someone lifting me into their arms before the wonderful world of make believe and dreams took over my mind.

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Final Words

Colt: “That was easier then expected”
Spencer: “Try carrying her…”