Hazel Eyes

Prologue

Three Step’s Forward

Introducing

(Skye-Alysha Glenn)

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 most amusing 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 never really knew what real love was, I only knew that my parents supposedly loved me.

When I told Doctor Collins this, he looked at me skeptically and had the gall to ask "Are you sure you’re not over analyzing this Skye? A wealthy girl such as you 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 would alter my life forever, if I knew what I know now I would have done things differently. I changed for the better, and I like to think they did to. Everyone says you’ll have a time in your life when things will change and you’ll realize just how good you had things when you find out you may never get them back again, that is where my story begins.

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 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… a 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, it was a crème color with a little red flower up near the strap along with a pale yellow mini jacket. Not my normal choice of clothing but I didn't want to anger my father, I already paid 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 wardrobe.

I slipped 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 favorite meal deal, I’d 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 my door saying 'school doesn't start until 8:45 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 took them off as I walked the rest of the way to school.

With every step I took, I felt as if someone was following me, and every time I turned my head, no one was there. The feeling of being watched never went away until I got to school; I shoved my shoes back on and was no later 

swamped by four of my friends at the main gates of St. Richards College. I sighed, feeling relieved to be among friends and not worrying about some pervert following me.

“You actually made it before the second bell today Skye,” Rebecca laughed, swiping a bit of her fringe to the side.

Rebecca Radcliff had been my best friend since I was six year’s old, no matter the circumstances, the outcome or the obvious punishments for our misadventures, she was always there for me through every little detail. From out first periods, to our first boyfriends, there was nothing we didn’t tackle head on together.

“Even the most unlucky of people have their days, Bec,” a rather small girl giggled beside her.

Jane Proctor was a friend of a friend, outgoing and seemingly oblivious to her own faults; she and Rebecca matched up like peas and a pod. They had been friends since sixth grade and Jane had dropped out of school the year before us, even though she didn’t attend St. Richards anymore, she managed to show up every morning to greet some of her old friends.

Two other girls stood off to the side, chatting amongst themselves, Lara Meier and Kirsty Stewart had been best friends in their own right. They had had a falling out in junior year, only recently patching up their rocky friendship when we became seniors. Their parents were top businessman in my father’s company, although I was never close to them in the way me and Rebecca were close, they were pretty funny girls ninety-seven percent of the time.

“Who are the two cuties across the street?”

I turned my head at Kirsty’s announcement and saw two males standing across the street from the school, standing on the dirt hill. A shiver ran up my spine, I could have sworn they were staring right at me, or maybe I was getting a little to full of myself. Everyone shrugged them off, hearing the first bell sound for class.

“Hey Bec, me and Lara are going to take off to class now, OK?”

Rebecca smiled in acknowledgement and nodded “Yeah, sure, see you guys later!”

“I’m heading off after first class guys, I’ll see you all later…” I added in. They both didn’t wait for explanations as they nodded and headed off inside the school.

After me and Rebecca said our goodbyes to Jane, Bec and I headed in ourselves, knowing we would be late if we didn’t get moving towards History class. Before we were fully in the school, I looked back at the two males, only to find they had disappeared from sight.

“Are you alright Skye? You seem a bit… on edge this morning.”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” I muttered. Maybe I was reading too much into this.

I glanced at Bec when she didn’t say anything, all I got from her was an “I know something you don’t know,” kind of look. My eyes widened in acknowledgement. No way!

"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 she would have said yes the second he walked up to her. She had been hung up on this guy for months now; so of course the girl would jump at the chance of being seen with him in public as an official couple. We laughed at some random joke Rebecca had made as we stopped off at our class, Mrs. Sans glared as we walked in, acting as if we hadn’t just came in five minutes after the second 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.

Rebecca and I giggled throughout the lesson; I couldn’t imagine a better friend then Rebecca Radcliff. 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 you 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. What a seriously lame joke, even for her.

After getting my leavers pass and a well needed stop to the bathroom to get dressed and other matters, I said goodbye to Lara and Kirsty on my out the front gate. I seen the car my mother had sent and hopped in, almost tripping over my own two feet as the car moved forward slightly. 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 and slammed the door shut.

When he got to the restaurant, I hopped out of the car, almost not hearing when he called out “Tell Mrs. Glenn I’ll be here in an hour!” And that’s to say I did forget the second I walked into the restaurant. I made my way towards 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 my older sister, 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 warring parents. I also looked at her attire, casual, a pair of skinny leg jeans and a cardigan, 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. This always happened, whenever I made an effort to be just like them, my efforts went in vein and I always felt like an idiot.

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 practically radiated from his entire body. 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, it was true we may have had more then the average family’s faults, but my mother strived to work through every one of them… and now my father was just going to shrug her effort off?

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 a cheese melt; 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 courtesy-”

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 big 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 acknowledge 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 the guy I had seen standing on the hill, the one Kirsty had pointed out!

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. If he was here, I knew the other guy that was with him wouldn’t be far away.

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 "Can’t even 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.

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

A/N: This chapter was edited to make more sense, hope you like it.