Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Feb 1, 2014 17:16:55 GMT -5
The Varsads were a secretive family in their community. They lived like many other rich families, in a gated community with limited access. But even among their neighbors, they were not very known. The head of the family, Victor Varsad, was a hard man and he was never seen smiling. His wife was warm and beautiful, though she seemed to be in poor health and rarely left the home. Their children, Hale and Silver Varsad, were two fine young men, at least that's what people assumed.
But their family changed after Victor was killed in an automobile accident on his way home from work. Their secretive family become even worse and people swore that they never even came out from their house.
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"But, sir, I really think you ought to reconsider," A petite young woman spoke with a quiet voice, like the coo of a dove. Her chocolate hair was half pulled up in a thin braid that wrapped around the back of her head, while the rest fell free in unruly waves. Her name was Ruth, Ruth Connelly, and she was just eighteen, barely an adult. She was dressed modestly, in a black dress that fell just below her knees. It was long sleeved and kept her chest covered up to her neck. She peered with hopeful brown eyes at a slightly older male.
Hale Varsad was a man of twenty-one and the eldest son of his family. After the untimely death of his father, Hale took control of the family accounts and business. He'd been training to do so since childhood, so it wasn't as though he were unprepared. Hale was a thin young man, his body not your typical "manly" stature. He was also cold, very cold. He narrowed one sandy grey eye at Ruth. The other was covered by an all black eye-patch, "It is not your decision to make, Ruth. Remember your place. You work for me and so I make the choices."
Ruth tried not to flinch under his hateful tone. She tried not to, but she always gave him reason to berate her. Of course, once she had loved the older boy, but that was a long time ago. He wasn't the same anymore and he would never go back to being her Hale. Bowing her head, Ruth gave in, "You are right, Mr. Varsad. I am sorry for stepping out of line."
The pair were busy walking down the street of the city. Hale had an aversion for cars and other means of transportation that were made of metal. He absolutely abhorred being trapped inside of them, so he nearly always walked. Ruth, having no other choice, accompanied him. What they were doing was unclear. Ruth clutched a smooth velvet covered box in her arms. It was long and thin and it seemed to be heavy though she made no complaint. Hale walked ahead of her, his long hands shoved into the pockets of his suit.
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Ruth Connelly; Hale Varsad; Silver Varsad
But their family changed after Victor was killed in an automobile accident on his way home from work. Their secretive family become even worse and people swore that they never even came out from their house.
---
"But, sir, I really think you ought to reconsider," A petite young woman spoke with a quiet voice, like the coo of a dove. Her chocolate hair was half pulled up in a thin braid that wrapped around the back of her head, while the rest fell free in unruly waves. Her name was Ruth, Ruth Connelly, and she was just eighteen, barely an adult. She was dressed modestly, in a black dress that fell just below her knees. It was long sleeved and kept her chest covered up to her neck. She peered with hopeful brown eyes at a slightly older male.
Hale Varsad was a man of twenty-one and the eldest son of his family. After the untimely death of his father, Hale took control of the family accounts and business. He'd been training to do so since childhood, so it wasn't as though he were unprepared. Hale was a thin young man, his body not your typical "manly" stature. He was also cold, very cold. He narrowed one sandy grey eye at Ruth. The other was covered by an all black eye-patch, "It is not your decision to make, Ruth. Remember your place. You work for me and so I make the choices."
Ruth tried not to flinch under his hateful tone. She tried not to, but she always gave him reason to berate her. Of course, once she had loved the older boy, but that was a long time ago. He wasn't the same anymore and he would never go back to being her Hale. Bowing her head, Ruth gave in, "You are right, Mr. Varsad. I am sorry for stepping out of line."
The pair were busy walking down the street of the city. Hale had an aversion for cars and other means of transportation that were made of metal. He absolutely abhorred being trapped inside of them, so he nearly always walked. Ruth, having no other choice, accompanied him. What they were doing was unclear. Ruth clutched a smooth velvet covered box in her arms. It was long and thin and it seemed to be heavy though she made no complaint. Hale walked ahead of her, his long hands shoved into the pockets of his suit.
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Ruth Connelly; Hale Varsad; Silver Varsad
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