Mon Cheri
prologue
TIANA’S POV
A rather dry, violent cough tore up the back of my throat harshly, causing my hazel eyes to further fill and water with an anger and frustration I didn’t believe was at all possible to experience. Hands shaking with a quiver vividly and my knees giving in almost expectantly, I dropped back hard against the inside of the stained wood bathroom door I’d been now hiding behind for a few minutes – sinking down slowly to the floor secretly hoping although I knew it wasn’t at all probable that the dark grey, dusty slate floor tiles might have just swallowed me up whole so that I wouldn’t have to deal with the situation I’d earlier waltzed into.
“Tiana.. open up.”
The voice I heard speak from outside in the hallway was warm; tender – a complete contradiction to how I was feeling at the moment and how he’d tonight, made me feel. What was meant to be a quiet evening in of cheap labelled bottom shelf red wine and badly scripted rom-com movies had quickly turned sour after a bout of ‘good news’ slipped from my sisters lips and his name... as per usual seemed to turn up in the middle of it all where it shouldn’t have.
“Tiana... please...”
“Harry – no.”
“Tiana---.”
“What part of no Harry do you not fucking understand?”
Hearing his fists slam rhythmically against the door, I reached over my shoulder – biting my lip hard as I turned the lock on the inside of the door to the right – shutting myself out from the rest of the world and as if the gesture was enough to convince me I was now out of harms way – hot tears began to pool up on the apples of my cheeks which I could still feel were burning red with now a mix of embarrassment and regret. Two emotions I’d played with fire towards for much, much too long.
“Babe, it was a mistake...”
I tried as hard as I could to keep myself from answering his half threaded conversations – I knew that all he wanted was an easy way out of the trouble he’d caused and I knew I’d been stupid to fall for his petty lies, cunning smile and sly words again and again.
“...it was only ever meant to be you.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted so badly, and so, so ruthlessly to open that door; send the back of my hand across his jaw with a sharp swing and let everything return to normal – just like it always had, just like it always would. I should have listened to my mother. I should have listened to my father. I should have listened to my brother – to my sister; he was just the devil in disguise with a heart as dark as coal who wanted trouble --- who lusted for---
“Tiana, my mon cheri...”
“Harry, just don’t, I'm not in the mood --”
The sound of a firing gun forced me still as silence engulfed me completely and I knew, what my actions, had done.
A rather dry, violent cough tore up the back of my throat harshly, causing my hazel eyes to further fill and water with an anger and frustration I didn’t believe was at all possible to experience. Hands shaking with a quiver vividly and my knees giving in almost expectantly, I dropped back hard against the inside of the stained wood bathroom door I’d been now hiding behind for a few minutes – sinking down slowly to the floor secretly hoping although I knew it wasn’t at all probable that the dark grey, dusty slate floor tiles might have just swallowed me up whole so that I wouldn’t have to deal with the situation I’d earlier waltzed into.
“Tiana.. open up.”
The voice I heard speak from outside in the hallway was warm; tender – a complete contradiction to how I was feeling at the moment and how he’d tonight, made me feel. What was meant to be a quiet evening in of cheap labelled bottom shelf red wine and badly scripted rom-com movies had quickly turned sour after a bout of ‘good news’ slipped from my sisters lips and his name... as per usual seemed to turn up in the middle of it all where it shouldn’t have.
“Tiana... please...”
“Harry – no.”
“Tiana---.”
“What part of no Harry do you not fucking understand?”
Hearing his fists slam rhythmically against the door, I reached over my shoulder – biting my lip hard as I turned the lock on the inside of the door to the right – shutting myself out from the rest of the world and as if the gesture was enough to convince me I was now out of harms way – hot tears began to pool up on the apples of my cheeks which I could still feel were burning red with now a mix of embarrassment and regret. Two emotions I’d played with fire towards for much, much too long.
“Babe, it was a mistake...”
I tried as hard as I could to keep myself from answering his half threaded conversations – I knew that all he wanted was an easy way out of the trouble he’d caused and I knew I’d been stupid to fall for his petty lies, cunning smile and sly words again and again.
“...it was only ever meant to be you.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted so badly, and so, so ruthlessly to open that door; send the back of my hand across his jaw with a sharp swing and let everything return to normal – just like it always had, just like it always would. I should have listened to my mother. I should have listened to my father. I should have listened to my brother – to my sister; he was just the devil in disguise with a heart as dark as coal who wanted trouble --- who lusted for---
“Tiana, my mon cheri...”
“Harry, just don’t, I'm not in the mood --”
The sound of a firing gun forced me still as silence engulfed me completely and I knew, what my actions, had done.
Notes
I hope something like this hasn't been done yet on here.
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