Short Story Time!

May 07, 2010 13:59


 Over the course of this semester, my creative writing course has taught me so much. I have learned that just because I love something, doesn't mean that everyone else will. I have also learned that I actually enjoy criticsm. I love when a person is comfortable enough in their own skin to be 100% honest. It's beautiful.
 Okay, so enough babbling, the most important thing I have learned about myself through this class is that I am not a planner. I can not plan out my idea's or preconcieve them because I second guess it and over think it. I try to just write in the moment. So far it has worked for me so I will continue in that fashion. Here is another piece I submitted for my class... Enjoy 8)


Enzo comes home from his first day of second grade and he is truly happy. He rushes up the neatly paved walkway to unlock the front door. He is excited to show his nanny what he did in class today. He even hoped that when his dad came home, he would hang it on the refrigerator. He had drawn the outline of his hand and fingers on different colored construction paper and then cut them out and taped them together making a turkey which he carefully wrote his name in the center.
Instead of the large, polished oak door being locked, it’s left slightly ajar. A sudden feeling of panic fills him up because the front door is always locked. He pushes the door open very slowly and peers inside. There isn’t a sign of anyone around. Most people might find this calming, but to Enzo, this is bad. There are always many people bustling around, maids cleaning, chefs cooking and nanny’s napping. This house was anything but quiet.
“Hello? Ms. Alice, its Enzo.” Silence. He closes the front door behind him and locks both locks before moving forward. Nothing seems out of place. He looks all around before deciding to venture up the marble staircase. He takes each step as if one would suddenly open and swallow him whole. At this thought, he hurries up the last six before tripping onto the landing. Tears start to brim around his long, dark lashes. He doesn’t want to feel alone anymore.
He pulls himself up and brushes off his knees. Everything will be ok. He notices a pool of light coming from under his parent’s suite door. He walks over and places his ear on the door, but he can barely make out a sound. He takes in a deep breath before lightly rapping on the door.
“Who is there?” says a panicked voice.
“Mama? It’s me, Enzo.” He wraps his small hand around the glass knob, turns it and pushes the door wide open. There stands Alessandra, Enzo’s beautiful mother with a look of complete terror on her face.
“Oh, baby you shouldn’t be here. Mama is expecting someone important soon. It isn’t good for you to be home.”
“I can go play in my room. I will be really quiet, I swear!” He wraps his arms around her hips and squeezes her tight. His mother is never home. She claims she is always working, but here she is! She places a delicate hand on his shoulder and says, “Enzo, this is important for mama. I need you to be gone, ok? Why not call daddy and see if he can come and get you. Or better yet, I will call a driver for you. Just tell your father to be expecting you soon.” Enzo picks up the receiver reluctantly and dials the number engraved on his backpack’s I.D. badge labeled ‘Dad’s Work’. She never plays with him. When the first ring came and left, a loud noise similar to a shotgun sounded from downstairs.
“Mama, what was that?”
“Enzo, go and hide. NOW! There isn’t time, hang up the phone.” The other end of the receiver picked up and a cool voice said, “Dr. Rafaelle’s office.”
“Mama, I’m scared.” Tears begin to fill his green eyes.
“Hang up the phone Enzo.” Another loud noise sounded right out on the stairs echoing in the foyer.
“Hello? Enzo? Do you need to speak to your father? Is everything okay?” A man picks up the other end of the receiver, “Hello Enzo? What’s going on? Enzo? ENZO!”
Alessandra rushes to the door and locks it before turning to Enzo, “Honey, drop the phone, please! Come here. Mama needs you to go and hide in the closet ok? No questions, there isn’t time. Just know that I have always loved you. Always. Now go and hide and you are not to make a peep. Mama will come and find you. It will be like a game of hide and go seek. GO!”
Enzo runs to the closet and pulls it closed. He settles down allowing his heart beat to slow. He is consumed by complete darkness except for a small halo of light falling from the old fashioned key hole. He peers out and watches his mother smooth down her skirt before sitting on the bed. She put a single finger up to her thin lips and without words Enzo understands he has to be silent.
A last big bang came from the door to his parent’s suite being forcefully opened. Enzo holds his breathe as four men in black suits walk in to the room.
“Alessandra, darling. Surprised, no?” A man with jet black hair and black eyes to match came from behind the others as he spoke.
“Mr. Tucelli, I assume you have received my message? I am done with this. I am done with the drugs, the deals and the lies. I have a family to think about. I want a life worth living! This isn’t a life I was Enzo to live. I didn’t have the choice, but he does. Mark and Enzo deserve better.”
“Alessandra, you have had a family for at least seven years. This is not the reason you’re leaving. It’s that idiot husband of yours again. You cannot risk everything over him. I won’t allow it.”
“You cannot decide for me and leave my family out of this. They didn’t ask for any of this. I want to be there for Enzo, not be some woman he hardly knows. If we have to, we will pack everything and leave. No one will have to know.”
“You must have misunderstood me when I said I won’t allow it. You could not have thought this through. Did you honestly think I would just let you leave with nothing, but a slap on the wrist? You were mistaken, but do not worry. Enzo cannot miss what he never had.” With that the four men circled Alessandra and forced her on her back. She struggles against their weight as they rip her shirt off and force her skirt up.
“Boys, I want this over done with. We will not be playing with our food tonight.”
“No, please! PLEASE! After everything, everything I have done for you! Think about my family! PLEASE!”
“They are much better off without you. Good-bye Alessandra.” One of the black suited men pulled out his gun and shot her in the forehead twice before the other three shot the rest of her body carelessly. Once the gun firing ceased, the men all left her there. Enzo scooted all the way back into the closet until the light from the key hole couldn’t touch him any longer. He lay down and curled up into a ball and waited.
“Enzo, wake up son. It’s the big day! My son, a college graduate! Hey, you okay? You are covered in sweat. It’s not the nightmare is it?” His father laid his hand on Enzo’s forehead checking for fever.
“She lied dad. She never came to find me. She left me there. She left us.” Enzo didn’t realize that he was shaking and drenched in sweat. He never got over the anger at his mother for lying to him.
“Enzo, you have to let it go. She is gone, there is no sense in being angry at her. She loved you more than you could ever understand. You can’t keep reminding yourself of her faults. Today is your big day! Come on, I made coffee and Ms. Alice is cooking you breakfast.”
Enzo simply nodded as his dad walked out of the room. His dad is right after all. This is his big moment, the day he has been waiting for. Graduating college at twenty one and already accepted into medical school, so why is he not as happy as he should be. He gets out of bed and walks over to his dresser and picks up a small picture in a golden frame.
“Why did you let this happen? You could be here right now. Dad wouldn’t have to struggle saving our reputation because of you! You’re not even here and yet you cause more damage. I hate you more than anything.” He threw the picture at his door and put his hands in his black hair and pulled. He just needs some air. He is done playing this never ending game with her. He feels as if he is still hiding in that closet, but this time, no one is seeking. No one is ever seeking him anymore.

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