Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
Hidden Chapter 4
Theresa aimlessly wandered through the massive garden taking in it's exquiste beauty of the lilacs and dasies that surrounded her.
Just then she spotted the most beautiful rose.
Carefully tending to it, she picked it up, and all of a sudden she found herself in an acient looking library.
The books were devoured with dust, as was the shelves that stored them.
In the middle of the room was the rose she was holding seconds before, only half of the petals had fallen to the ground.
Wait a minute!
She had seen this place before.
But where?
Just then she saw a familiar scene unfold before her.
“Why did you come here?!?” a ghastly creature roared with all his might.
“I'm sorry.” The beautiful, but frightened girl backed away from him.
“I warned you to never come here!” the thing went on in a horrofing manor.
“I didn't mean any harm.” She cointuned to back away slowly, attempting to find her voice, which she finally succeeded at.
“Do you realize what you could have done!” it began to thrash the furniture, in attempt to restrain himself from taking his rage out on her.
“Please, stop.” She pleaded with the monster, while on the verge of tears. “No!” she finally screamed through the conflicted emotions that were trying to take control of her mouth.
“Get out!” he screamed as anger boiled inside of him and the beast threatened to take control of his body.
“GET OUT!!!” he gave a cold stare in her direction, as the tiny girl fled the room, in fear of her safety.
As the door shut the scene became a large blur, until it eventually dissolved, as the girls face was frozen in her mind, and the words `get out' cointuned to echo through the room.
All of a sudden it hit her.
Beauty and the Beast.
Her second favorite fairy tale of all time next to Cinderella.
All of a sudden she was brought out of her sleep by a consistent knocking.
`Why would I dream about Belle and the Beast.fighting?' her mind immeditally asked, as she incoherently made her way to the door.
`The last time she even thought of fairy tales was when she was with Ethan, but they were nothing like a fairy tale.
They were like a couple thought up by Shakesphere.
Doomed romance.
Unrequited love.
Finally reaching the huge hollow block of wood, that some person insisted on knocking at god knows what time in the morning, she turned the knob.
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Keith's gaze stood transfixed on her.
Her?
God was that what she had become to him.
Great, now she wasn't only `her' but also `she.'
“Hey Mom.” Kyle noticed a look of confusion, and then shock enter her facial features, expect it wasn't entirely directed towards him. It was the person behind him.
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Is it him?
It wasn't even remotely possible.
He was dead.
But how many people in Harmony actually ever truly died.
“Hey Mom.” Were the two words that brought her out of the trance she was in.
She decided to play as if she had never met this man, that was with her teenage son at 2:00 AM in the morning, before.
Why was her son with him at 2:00 AM in the morning?
“What's going on?” she eyed her son, but wanting answers from the other person.
Apparently he decided to play along with her, because he started talking about Kyle and not himself.
“Hello and good morning. I'm Keith Logan a teacher at the local high school around here, and I was at my friends night club earlier tonight, when I found your son with a group of my students partying on the dance floor. I figured it wasn't a parential approved activity considering the fact that the club is 21 & up.” He finished his explanition, as Theresa felt a cold hand placed on her back.
“What's going on honey?” a half-asleep Joey asked his wife.
“I'll tell you inside.” She looked at him, and then transferred her gaze on Kyle who looked very busted, and proud at the same time. God her son was a bad actor.
“You, you are in major trouble, and…” she turned her gaze to the blue eyes she use to get lost in so often, “and, thank you for bringing him back. I'm sorry for this inconvience.” She cointuned to look into his piercing blue eyes.
“No problem.” He tried to stop his feet from taking her away from this life she obvisouly loved so much more.
With her husband, and son, whom she must love. What did he expect, for her to wait around for a dead guy all these years.
“What did you do?” he heard the father question, as he left with great hesitation, and headed to his vheicle, feeling a pair of vunrable brown eyes bore into him on his way there.
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Backing out of the driveway he saw her look away when he glanced over at her.
What was he going to do now?
Rules would state he immeditally contact the CIA, and leave, but could he really do that again?
