For The Love Of Music

By @Monique
For The Love Of Music

i am very open to Criticism so tell me any thing I need to fix but anyways this is about a girl named Yasmine and a boy roman who meet in crazy Circumstances and he starts to fall in love with her

Chapter 1

I opened the door to the house not my house but the house that used to be my dad’s and that is supposed to be abandoned. But by the looks of it it’s not the walls are painted Gray and the floor is surprisingly clean the kitchen is neat except for a few of plates that are in the sink. The living room has a brown couch, a flat screen tv and a table in the middle of the room with a vase on top.

Whoever lives here keeps this place clean. “Ow” I looked around to see if anyone was there because I knew I heard a voice, and it wasn’t my own. “Ouch” this time it was louder, and I knew where it was coming from a room at the end of the hallway. I opened the door and sitting on the floor was a girl about the age of me with her hands tied to the floor of the bed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry please I don’t want to get in trouble” she moaned as she looked at the ground. “I’m not going to hurt you I just wanted to know if you were ok” I told her. She glanced up at me her beautiful green eyes looking me over, “I’m ok” she whispered so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her.

“what’s your name?” I said stooping down beside her.

 “Yasmine.”

“How old are you?” I asked while I untied the ropes from her hands. “I’m not sure.”

“What? When is your birthday?” I couldn’t hide my disbelief. She looked down at her hands then back at me “I don’t remember” she mumbled while pushing her long curly hair out of her face. It was then that I noticed the scars that covered her once brown arms. “Don’t you have a birth certificate?” I said going through the drawers on the nightstand. Then I found it, in an orange envelope it said that she was 18 and her birthday was August 21 one day after mine, except I was a year older than her. I closed the drawer and walked back over to her and I handed her the papers, but she didn’t read them she just stared at me “I can’t read.” She said handing them back to me. “how?”

“I’ve haven’t been to school since I was little.” She answered without the slightest bit of hesitation. I just looked at her I didn’t know what else to say so I read it to her then I told her I was going to get her out if there. She looked so surprised and she said, “My leg is hurt.” I bent down and picked her up. She laid her head on my chest and closed her eyes. She wasn’t like super skinny or anything in fact she was a good size but for some reason she felt like she weighed no more than a little baby.

When I got to my car, I sat her in the passenger’s seat and buckled her in. When I stared to drive, I expected her to fall right asleep but all she did was stare out of the window like she had never seen the outside before. As soon as I pulled up to my driveway, she said “wont your parents mind?” I couldn’t help but laugh, “Naw I they don’t live with me, I live alone.” She glanced at my house then back at me “why do you need a big house then.” “I just like a lot of space.” I said getting out of the car and walking to her side to open the door. “you ready?” she glanced up at the house, “I guess.”

When we got into my house, I carried her upstairs and into the bathroom and I sat her on the floor and wrapped her foot. “thanks, you are probably the nicest guy I’ve ever met.”

“How” I questioned trying to find out more about her. “they just don’t really like girls.” She whispered as is someone else was in the room besides us.

I got up from the floor and got her a washcloth a toothbrush and a towel I sat them on the sink I then picked her and sat her on the edge of the bathtub she didn’t say anything I ran her bath water. “do you want me to help you of do you got it?” I asked trying to not make her uncomfortable. “I guess I might need help she said taking the hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Then she slipped off her shirt. And I gasped her whole back was covered in cuts, bruises, and scars. There were so many of them I could barely even see her skin. I could tell the old ones had faded the new ones took its place. “Do those hurt?” I asked looking from her face to her back. “some are old some are new, and some hurt more than others.” Even though she has hasn’t been to school in a while I swear, she sounds like she took a college course in English. She talks better English than I do.

I guess she noticed me staring at he because she made a voice that indicated ne to turn around. So, I did so that I wouldn’t see het take off her bra and stuff. A couple of minutes or so later Yasmine made the same noise and I turned back around, and she was sitting in the bathtub with her foot propped up and she was washing herself. Her hair was pulled out of the ponytail and all down her back and face. She didn’t even look up or acknowledge my existence. She washed herself slowly, as if she washed herself to fast her body would fall to pieces. When Yasmine was done with the front half of her body, she handed me the washcloth then she turned back around and moved the hair from her back. So, I could see every scar that covered her body.

“how am I supposed to…” she didn’t even let me finish, “I’m used to it, its fine.” I gave her back one good hard stare then I started copying her moves like before, I went slow I didn’t want to risk hurting her even more than she already was. The whole time she never made a noise. I didn’t even hear her breathe. When I finished, I splashed a little bit of water on her back to get all the soap off.

When I finally handed Yasmine the washcloth back, she let out a huge breath with sounded like a sigh of relief. And I understood that 100 percent because I was happy that was over without nothing bad happening.

“you never told me your name Yasmine said turning toward me. “its Roman.” I answered, watching her closely as she flipped her hair out of her face revealing her beautiful honey brown skin. Yasmine is beautiful not in a loud way but in a way that is calming a way that would make you want to sit and stare at her for hours and never get tired of her face.

She glanced up at me her green eyes looking me up and down with curiosity. Then the doorbell rang out of all times why now? “I’ll be right back.” I said to Yasmine while running down the stairs. When I opened the door, it was my manager Nick, he brought Yasmine some clothes for me since I didn’t have time to. “Here you go Rome, what do you need girls’ clothes for anyways?” Nick laughed throwing them to me. “don’t worry bout it.” I said giving him a couple hundred the closing the door on his face.

I jogged back up the stairs and into the bathroom. Yasmine was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the towel draped around her body. “here” I said handing her leggings a shirt, bra, and underwear. She looked at every piece carefully and then she said “why did you buy expensive clothes; I do appreciate it but why would you spend so much on someone like me?” she said looking at herself in disgust. Like she was a snack that no one wanted to eat. “you really shouldn’t talk like that.” I told her then I walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me. About fifteen minutes later the bathroom door opened and out came Yasmine limping on one foot.

I walked over to her and picked her up and sat her on the bed and asked her if she was ready to eat but she said, “I’m not hungry I usually don’t eat dinner.” I almost fell on the floor if didn’t eat anything else I ate dinner.

Anyways since it was like 8:00 I asked her if she was ready to go to bed. She sat and played with her fingers a while then she mumbled “yeah I’m ready.” I helped her walk to the guest room that was next to mine. When she got settled in, I left. I decided I go get then go watch Netflix until I fell asleep. For some reason I started having a dream about my dad, I was wondering when I was going to have to bail out of jail again because he stay getting caught with drugs. And for some reason I started hearing a cat I was trying to figure out why I was dreaming about cats but then I realized that wasn’t a dream it was in real life. I opened my eyes, when I glanced at my phone it was 4:00 in the morning as soon as I’m about to get up a see where that noise was coming from it just stopped. So, I laid back down and my eyes weren’t even closed again before I heard it again but this time it sounded like crying. I hop out of bed walk out of my room and head to the guest room and open the door.

When I look inside Yasmine is sitting in the bed with the cover pushed off her and her knees are pulled to chest and she is crying. I walk inside the room and over to the bed, “why are you crying?’’ I ask sitting next to her on the bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” She whispers into the darkness. “I’m not mad I just want to know what’s wrong.” I explain. “I don’t like being alone in the dark.” She mumbles as she lifted her head slightly to look at me. “I’m not scared of the dark or any thing it’s just that when I was there, I had to be in the dark a lot and I don’t like it.” I looked at her even though it was dark I could see her sad eyes staring back at me.

A man that would ever do what he did to her was less than a man. He ruined her life for no good reason. How could anyone even hurt her. There is a part of me that really thinks I love her I don’t know why or how but I do I just do.

“I’ll stay in here with you I said laying down beside her. She looked at me a second the she laid on my chest and in an instant we were sleep.

She sang in her sleep; I don’t know if she knows it or not, but she sings really good.

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  1. NyratOcnarFiD310748

    Awww such a sweet story. If you were considering entering this in a contest or just want to make it better or anything like that, there were a few little mistakes in here I think you want to make sure you fix. Also, I feel that some of the scenes were a bit rushed. You have created 2 beautiful wonderous characters. Don’t be afraid to get a little more detailed and write more about them!
    Otherwise your story line and everything is really great. Great job!! 🙂

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    1. Monique

      thanks I felt I was a bit rushed to I just wasn’t sure thank you for telling me i wasn’t going to enter it in a contest or any thing it was just an old story I wrote in 6th grade

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      Also i was wondering if you could tell me what scenes that you felt were rushed

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      1. NyratOcnarFiD310748

        I think the biggest spot is probably the beginning when they first meet. You could also expand a little more at the end when she is crying, too. (Although I really like that part 🙂 ) Otherwise I would recommend reading it out loud so you can listen and see where you can add an extra sentence to make it feel less rushed or to fix little mistakes like run on sentences. That usually really helps me. I know it sounds like I am being really judge-y but I really do love this story. It’s really great!! 😀

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