Post by Jacelynne on Jan 5, 2009 9:50:55 GMT -5
Title: A Promise to Family
Characters/Words: 9,185 characters and 1, 711 words.
Pages: 2 pages and 1 quarter in a word documents using a size ten font.
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As she stepped out of the car, Marcy Tillssey took in the scenery before her. Her eyes narrowed to slits as the sun shined brightly against the baby blue sky. The world was a little too cheerful right then for her. She pushed her sunglasses onto her face and did not look behind her, although she could see the shadow of her father rising from the car. He stood behind and asked inside her ear “What do you think?” Marcy shrugged very lightly. The shrug was so light that if you were looking, you wouldn’t have seen it. Marcy did not care for the whole, naturist type of look, and she preferred things half-well groomed rather than perfect. Marcy stepped onto the green grass and sat down. Having just arrived from being on a plane for seven hours, she was tired and beat. Her twin sister got out of the car looking very smug and happy.
“Marcy, love, do get up from the ground. It doesn’t do for you to sit like that.” She patronized in her strong British accent. Marcy rose from the ground obediently. Usually she did not listen to Nikkie, but now was not really a perfect time to be arguing with her. Marcy walked to the steps, her suitcase in hand, and began to climb.
“So darlings, what do you think of your new home?” Marcy grimaced as she stood beside her father to stare at the many acres of land that made up the Tillssey Estate. She could see many small buildings, as well as a pool and a field, but that was at rushed glance. Marcy took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, retaking in the estate.
“It’s…nice.” Marcy said quietly. It wasn’t like her opinion mattered anyway, and she didn’t feel like giving a review on the estate.
“Well, I think the estate is wonderful father. Surely Marcy and I will appreciate living here.” Marcy looked away, tears stinging her eyes. Leave it to Nicole to speak for her. To act like the more superior twin. Nicole Tillssey always had to be on top of every little thing when it came to Marcy. Not that Marcy ever cared, but making her feel small was fair game for Nicole. Her whole family was dominant to her, and being around such highly expectant, dependant people made her feel very small and almost quite worthless. Marcy had lost her ex boyfriend for being the way she was. Angry and quiet. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and walked the brick pathway to the large manor. The doors opened and to women dressed in the black and white maids uniforms smiled at her. She gave a small smile back and looked at her father before glancing inside the house.
“You do realize that this is a large house tight? What do we need with such a big house?” Of course, Nicole cut in before her father could answer.
“Marcy, you should know quite well that none of the previous Tillssey ancestors were poor, nor middle class, and on top of that, no one in this family has ever been good within small houses. Did you know that the woman’s side of the family began with the arranged marriage of James Testley and Georgina Gracey? They were quite a handsome couple they were.” Nicole went on to give her lecture, but Marcy did not stay to listen as her father smiled proudly at Nicole for how much she knew on the family history. History was important to the Tillssey generations before and after, but Marcy was different, and had never really cared for the subject anyway. Marcy wandered through another door and found herself inside a darkly lit hallway, which had large torches along the walls and a bunch of old Tillssey family paintings. The room was archly shaped, with small lights lined perfectly along the ceiling. Marcy noticed how all the women had the same mixed dark and golden brown hair, that was too straight, and they all had the same electric green eyes that she carried with her as well. The portraits all seemed to be staring at her with the same expression. Soulless, cold, and stiff. And evil. They all seemed to be saying the same things as well, or at least, their expressions, as if to say “You are truly a worthless child, and do not belong in this family. You put horrible shame to our name, and have disgraced all past and future generations to come. You are nothing, Marcy Tillssey.” Marcy should know. They were the same words her mother had spoken to her. Marcy walked along the small room and saw that her father and mother had even had a picture taken, and they were end of the line.
“You shouldn’t be in here you know. Anyone who steps in without being struck down is cursed.” Nicole told her from the door way. Smelled looked in the room with disgust, as if she smelled something nasty.
“I’m not cursed.” Marcy said plainly. She walked back down the room and pushed past Nikkie and to the stairs.
“I’ll show you to your room.” Her father said kindly to her. Marcy looked at him.
“Do we get our own?”
“I told father that we wanted a room together. We are twins after all.” This is why I need my own space. We’ve been together too long. Her father showed them their room. Marcy’s side was already decorated, opposite the colors, but the same as Nicole’s side. Nicole side was purple with pink splatters, and Marcy’s side was pink with purple splatters.
“Do you like the colors? Nicole said you might-” Marcy slammed her fist against the wall.
“Nicole said? Since when is Nicole named Marcy Tillssey huh? If you wanted to know then you should’ve asked me, Marcy! When are you gonna stop taking her bait and start paying attention to me? We’re twins dad! Twins!” Marcy wiped away the tears forming in her eyes and dragged her suitcase to the bathroom. She heard her father ask Nicole what her problem was. Nicole’s response was that she was angry for some reason. Marcy knew that angry was an understatement for what she was feeling inside. She made the water scalding hot and sat in it until it got cold. By then, the house was quiet except for the low sound of Nicole and her father’s voices, and Nicole stereo. Marcy stepped out and they stopped talking and stared at her. Marcy began brushing her hair and shrugged.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt you and father Nicole.” She said coldly. Nicole smiled snidely.
“We were finish anyway.” He got up and gave Nicole a kiss on the cheek as he pulled the covers over her and Marcy pulled the covers over herself. Her father reached out to kiss her too but Marcy turned her head. He sighed and cut the light off, then walked out, leaving the door a small bit open. Marcy lay awake for a few moments before turning over, but Nikkie then came jumped stepped to her. Nicole yanked the covers off her and threw them in the floor.
“Why are you doing this Marcy?”
“What am I doing?”
“You were all happy and sweet with mom, but now you’re so mean and depressive, you’re putting everybody else down Marcy. Dad’s finally here, and trying to help, but you act like you don’t want his help! You act like you want us to be left alone in a foster home somewhere, with no life! Do you want to go back to that? Mom is not going to come back for us Marcy! It’s time you start realizing that. And you should really apologize to dad. I’m sure you hurt his feelings.” Marcy turned over and closed her eyes tightly. If she awoke from this nightmare, maybe she would wake up and she’d be back home again, with her mother.
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It was nearly midnight when Marcy turned over, still awake and thinking over what Nicole had said to her. Marcy quietly got up from her bed and walked down the hall. She was going to just wander the house and look around, but she saw that pair of mahogany wood doors were open. Marcy looked in them and saw that her dad was awake, typing on his computer at the desk. He looked up and sighed. As he leaned back in the reclining chair he saw her staring at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. She walked in, looking down as she walked to his desk.
“I wanted to apologize. For how I acted to you. I know you must really hate me.” He got up and walked to her.
“Marcy, you are my beautiful little girl, and I could never hate you for anything in the world. I can understand you being upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Well mad then, Marcy.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Who are you mad at Marcy?” he asked her softly. She began to cry angrily, grinding her teeth together.
“I don’t know!” she screamed. “I don’t know why I’m mad, or what I’m mad at!” he held her.
“Marcy, you are my daughter, you and Nicole, and I’ve already given yup on you too much, leaving you with your mother all those years, then letting her send you to that horrible place. I know you’re scared, and I know you don’t want to get hurt again. And I can promise, guarantee, and assure you on my life that I will take care of you, I will never give up on you, and I will never hurt you. I promise you, Marcy.” Marcy stared at him. His deep green eyes were shining and sincere. She hugged him and Marcy looked in the mirror that was on the wall facing the door. She saw herself, and she also saw Nicole. Nicole smiled and gave her a wink, and then she disappeared behind the door.
“How about you run and get your sister and we can all get a snack before we go to bed?” Marcy smiled, knowing her father had seen Marcy.
“Okay.” Marcy felt better now. No longer angry or upset. She was…happy.
To be continued.
Characters/Words: 9,185 characters and 1, 711 words.
Pages: 2 pages and 1 quarter in a word documents using a size ten font.
Enjoy and tell me what you think!
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As she stepped out of the car, Marcy Tillssey took in the scenery before her. Her eyes narrowed to slits as the sun shined brightly against the baby blue sky. The world was a little too cheerful right then for her. She pushed her sunglasses onto her face and did not look behind her, although she could see the shadow of her father rising from the car. He stood behind and asked inside her ear “What do you think?” Marcy shrugged very lightly. The shrug was so light that if you were looking, you wouldn’t have seen it. Marcy did not care for the whole, naturist type of look, and she preferred things half-well groomed rather than perfect. Marcy stepped onto the green grass and sat down. Having just arrived from being on a plane for seven hours, she was tired and beat. Her twin sister got out of the car looking very smug and happy.
“Marcy, love, do get up from the ground. It doesn’t do for you to sit like that.” She patronized in her strong British accent. Marcy rose from the ground obediently. Usually she did not listen to Nikkie, but now was not really a perfect time to be arguing with her. Marcy walked to the steps, her suitcase in hand, and began to climb.
“So darlings, what do you think of your new home?” Marcy grimaced as she stood beside her father to stare at the many acres of land that made up the Tillssey Estate. She could see many small buildings, as well as a pool and a field, but that was at rushed glance. Marcy took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, retaking in the estate.
“It’s…nice.” Marcy said quietly. It wasn’t like her opinion mattered anyway, and she didn’t feel like giving a review on the estate.
“Well, I think the estate is wonderful father. Surely Marcy and I will appreciate living here.” Marcy looked away, tears stinging her eyes. Leave it to Nicole to speak for her. To act like the more superior twin. Nicole Tillssey always had to be on top of every little thing when it came to Marcy. Not that Marcy ever cared, but making her feel small was fair game for Nicole. Her whole family was dominant to her, and being around such highly expectant, dependant people made her feel very small and almost quite worthless. Marcy had lost her ex boyfriend for being the way she was. Angry and quiet. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and walked the brick pathway to the large manor. The doors opened and to women dressed in the black and white maids uniforms smiled at her. She gave a small smile back and looked at her father before glancing inside the house.
“You do realize that this is a large house tight? What do we need with such a big house?” Of course, Nicole cut in before her father could answer.
“Marcy, you should know quite well that none of the previous Tillssey ancestors were poor, nor middle class, and on top of that, no one in this family has ever been good within small houses. Did you know that the woman’s side of the family began with the arranged marriage of James Testley and Georgina Gracey? They were quite a handsome couple they were.” Nicole went on to give her lecture, but Marcy did not stay to listen as her father smiled proudly at Nicole for how much she knew on the family history. History was important to the Tillssey generations before and after, but Marcy was different, and had never really cared for the subject anyway. Marcy wandered through another door and found herself inside a darkly lit hallway, which had large torches along the walls and a bunch of old Tillssey family paintings. The room was archly shaped, with small lights lined perfectly along the ceiling. Marcy noticed how all the women had the same mixed dark and golden brown hair, that was too straight, and they all had the same electric green eyes that she carried with her as well. The portraits all seemed to be staring at her with the same expression. Soulless, cold, and stiff. And evil. They all seemed to be saying the same things as well, or at least, their expressions, as if to say “You are truly a worthless child, and do not belong in this family. You put horrible shame to our name, and have disgraced all past and future generations to come. You are nothing, Marcy Tillssey.” Marcy should know. They were the same words her mother had spoken to her. Marcy walked along the small room and saw that her father and mother had even had a picture taken, and they were end of the line.
“You shouldn’t be in here you know. Anyone who steps in without being struck down is cursed.” Nicole told her from the door way. Smelled looked in the room with disgust, as if she smelled something nasty.
“I’m not cursed.” Marcy said plainly. She walked back down the room and pushed past Nikkie and to the stairs.
“I’ll show you to your room.” Her father said kindly to her. Marcy looked at him.
“Do we get our own?”
“I told father that we wanted a room together. We are twins after all.” This is why I need my own space. We’ve been together too long. Her father showed them their room. Marcy’s side was already decorated, opposite the colors, but the same as Nicole’s side. Nicole side was purple with pink splatters, and Marcy’s side was pink with purple splatters.
“Do you like the colors? Nicole said you might-” Marcy slammed her fist against the wall.
“Nicole said? Since when is Nicole named Marcy Tillssey huh? If you wanted to know then you should’ve asked me, Marcy! When are you gonna stop taking her bait and start paying attention to me? We’re twins dad! Twins!” Marcy wiped away the tears forming in her eyes and dragged her suitcase to the bathroom. She heard her father ask Nicole what her problem was. Nicole’s response was that she was angry for some reason. Marcy knew that angry was an understatement for what she was feeling inside. She made the water scalding hot and sat in it until it got cold. By then, the house was quiet except for the low sound of Nicole and her father’s voices, and Nicole stereo. Marcy stepped out and they stopped talking and stared at her. Marcy began brushing her hair and shrugged.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt you and father Nicole.” She said coldly. Nicole smiled snidely.
“We were finish anyway.” He got up and gave Nicole a kiss on the cheek as he pulled the covers over her and Marcy pulled the covers over herself. Her father reached out to kiss her too but Marcy turned her head. He sighed and cut the light off, then walked out, leaving the door a small bit open. Marcy lay awake for a few moments before turning over, but Nikkie then came jumped stepped to her. Nicole yanked the covers off her and threw them in the floor.
“Why are you doing this Marcy?”
“What am I doing?”
“You were all happy and sweet with mom, but now you’re so mean and depressive, you’re putting everybody else down Marcy. Dad’s finally here, and trying to help, but you act like you don’t want his help! You act like you want us to be left alone in a foster home somewhere, with no life! Do you want to go back to that? Mom is not going to come back for us Marcy! It’s time you start realizing that. And you should really apologize to dad. I’m sure you hurt his feelings.” Marcy turned over and closed her eyes tightly. If she awoke from this nightmare, maybe she would wake up and she’d be back home again, with her mother.
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It was nearly midnight when Marcy turned over, still awake and thinking over what Nicole had said to her. Marcy quietly got up from her bed and walked down the hall. She was going to just wander the house and look around, but she saw that pair of mahogany wood doors were open. Marcy looked in them and saw that her dad was awake, typing on his computer at the desk. He looked up and sighed. As he leaned back in the reclining chair he saw her staring at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. She walked in, looking down as she walked to his desk.
“I wanted to apologize. For how I acted to you. I know you must really hate me.” He got up and walked to her.
“Marcy, you are my beautiful little girl, and I could never hate you for anything in the world. I can understand you being upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Well mad then, Marcy.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Who are you mad at Marcy?” he asked her softly. She began to cry angrily, grinding her teeth together.
“I don’t know!” she screamed. “I don’t know why I’m mad, or what I’m mad at!” he held her.
“Marcy, you are my daughter, you and Nicole, and I’ve already given yup on you too much, leaving you with your mother all those years, then letting her send you to that horrible place. I know you’re scared, and I know you don’t want to get hurt again. And I can promise, guarantee, and assure you on my life that I will take care of you, I will never give up on you, and I will never hurt you. I promise you, Marcy.” Marcy stared at him. His deep green eyes were shining and sincere. She hugged him and Marcy looked in the mirror that was on the wall facing the door. She saw herself, and she also saw Nicole. Nicole smiled and gave her a wink, and then she disappeared behind the door.
“How about you run and get your sister and we can all get a snack before we go to bed?” Marcy smiled, knowing her father had seen Marcy.
“Okay.” Marcy felt better now. No longer angry or upset. She was…happy.
To be continued.
