Parisa's Room
Nov 28, 2007 23:03:39 GMT -5
Post by Arielle on Nov 28, 2007 23:03:39 GMT -5
((I am so, so sorry for the craptasmic quality of this scene. Please forgive me and know that I'm very stressed and uncreative right now due to some school crap. Thank you. ;D ))
Arielle went flying into Parisa’s room without knocking, nearly running into her daughter.
“Mother?”
“Parisa!” She grabbed her only child and held her close, ignoring Parisa’s instant struggle to get away. Arielle finally let go and inspected her daughter. “You’re too thin, Parisa.”
“Let go of me.” Parisa wrenched herself away from her mother and moved across the room. Two pairs of identical brown eyes glared at each other.
“I didn’t want to launch straight into this… but oh, Parisa! What were you thinking? Running away from home, right after your father died. How could you do that to me?”
Parisa turned away, staring out of a window stonily.
“I’ve been looking for you for months, Parisa! I couldn’t find you anywhere! What have you been doing?”
Still no response from her daughter. Arielle sighed.
“And I saw Lucien, which I assumed was a good sign, but I just found out that he’s been murdered! Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Her words surprised Arielle.
“Why not?”
“We broke off the engagement. I didn’t love him.”
“What are you talking about? You were crazy about him!”
“Yeah, I was. Until I found out that he was a cheating scumbag and had never loved me and he killed Father.”
Arielle went pale. “What?”
“Yeah. And the threats and kidnapping? And when he raped me? That really turned me off him.”
“Parisa, I-”
“Get out.”
“No.”
“Get OUT.”
“No. Parisa, I’m your mother, please, talk to me. I had no idea, sweetheart-”
“Yeah, that much is pretty obvious. Out. Now.”
“No.”
“Yes. NOW.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Mother!”
“Parisa, no. We need to talk.”
“Talking is overrated. Talking gets nothing done. And talking to you is much, much worse, because I keep remembering how much you urged me to get to know Lucien, how excited you were when we were engaged, and especially how you convinced Father that it was ‘the right thing to do’ and all that.”
“I had no idea that he was anything but charming! And you were hopelessly in love with him. Sweetheart, I made a mistake, and I’m so, so sorry, and if I could go back I would-”
“But you can’t, so stop talking now and GET OUT.”
“Parisa, please!”
“NO!”
Parisa stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her and turning back down the hall. Her dark hair was still slightly tousled from Henry’s affections and her nightdress slightly lopsided, one lovely shoulder still bare.
Arielle sat silently in the room, trying to come to terms with the horrible mistakes she had made, and wondering how she could ever possibly make up for them.
Arielle went flying into Parisa’s room without knocking, nearly running into her daughter.
“Mother?”
“Parisa!” She grabbed her only child and held her close, ignoring Parisa’s instant struggle to get away. Arielle finally let go and inspected her daughter. “You’re too thin, Parisa.”
“Let go of me.” Parisa wrenched herself away from her mother and moved across the room. Two pairs of identical brown eyes glared at each other.
“I didn’t want to launch straight into this… but oh, Parisa! What were you thinking? Running away from home, right after your father died. How could you do that to me?”
Parisa turned away, staring out of a window stonily.
“I’ve been looking for you for months, Parisa! I couldn’t find you anywhere! What have you been doing?”
Still no response from her daughter. Arielle sighed.
“And I saw Lucien, which I assumed was a good sign, but I just found out that he’s been murdered! Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Her words surprised Arielle.
“Why not?”
“We broke off the engagement. I didn’t love him.”
“What are you talking about? You were crazy about him!”
“Yeah, I was. Until I found out that he was a cheating scumbag and had never loved me and he killed Father.”
Arielle went pale. “What?”
“Yeah. And the threats and kidnapping? And when he raped me? That really turned me off him.”
“Parisa, I-”
“Get out.”
“No.”
“Get OUT.”
“No. Parisa, I’m your mother, please, talk to me. I had no idea, sweetheart-”
“Yeah, that much is pretty obvious. Out. Now.”
“No.”
“Yes. NOW.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Mother!”
“Parisa, no. We need to talk.”
“Talking is overrated. Talking gets nothing done. And talking to you is much, much worse, because I keep remembering how much you urged me to get to know Lucien, how excited you were when we were engaged, and especially how you convinced Father that it was ‘the right thing to do’ and all that.”
“I had no idea that he was anything but charming! And you were hopelessly in love with him. Sweetheart, I made a mistake, and I’m so, so sorry, and if I could go back I would-”
“But you can’t, so stop talking now and GET OUT.”
“Parisa, please!”
“NO!”
Parisa stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her and turning back down the hall. Her dark hair was still slightly tousled from Henry’s affections and her nightdress slightly lopsided, one lovely shoulder still bare.
Arielle sat silently in the room, trying to come to terms with the horrible mistakes she had made, and wondering how she could ever possibly make up for them.