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Previously on HOR, Kiersten's parents punished their selfish, egotistical daughter because of the treatment she'd been giving them. And how else to do so than to take away her dreams and send her to the last place on earth she'd rather be: Dublin, Ireland, at her grandparents' farm.
Previously on HOR, Kiersten's parents punished their selfish, egotistical daughter because of the treatment she'd been giving them. And how else to do so than to take away her dreams and send her to the last place on earth she'd rather be: Dublin, Ireland, at her grandparents' farm.
Kiersten had spent most of her week up in the rose-paved hills, which ran for miles from that wretched farm her parents had dragged her to without warning.
She'd always return to the same spot in the sweet, green grass that she had eventually started to create the slightest dirt path. She let the redolent roses envelope her sense of smell whenever she strummed at the guitar she'd found in the attic the day they'd arrived, and almost smiled at how beautiful it was up there that she'd even forget where she was at all.
Sometimes, though, Kiersten had this feeling of being watched.
Not the frightening, bone-chilling feeling that would fill a person's mind with thoughts of a murderer ready to pounce at their prey and dig deep into their souls, stripping them of life. No, she felt more... protected. But in a sense that someone, a person, was staring from someplace she couldn't see.
There were a few trees and lakes with bulrushes perched on top of the never-ending hills, so anyone could've been staring from there, but Kiersten was never bothered to check.
He would sit in the tree closest to this new girl, watching her from behind the leaves painted green, red and gold. He listened to her voice, which seemed to have spun from her mouth like a dove's, and watched the auburn curls spiral down her slender back. He observed her eyes; shocking turquoise, a mixture of blue and green to match the grass at twilight. Her skin was the perfect olive shade, smooth enough for him to long to touch it. Her cheeks were the same shade as the pink roses that grew around this very hill, blending well with her flawless complexion.
He watched her fingers turn pink from the constant guitar playing, and couldn't help but wonder how she could keep up the pain for so long without even the slightest cringe. Sometimes when he was not careful and made even the slightest noise in the dead silence, she would abruptly stop playing and look around wildly, wondering who was watching her or disturbing the peace. What she didn't know, though, was that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. She was, in a nutshell, one of the most beautiful creatures he'd ever laid his eyes on, and he knew exactly who she was.
After finishing another song, Kiersten realized she'd written 3 new songs since she'd arrived in Dublin. She sung them all, scored them, and perfected them until she knew they were good enough for the music business.
The music business.
She had been so close to becoming huge, and her parents went and ruined it. Then the vibration from her mobile quickly started. She yanked her phone from her jeans pocket, praying for service.
"Yes." she breathed, pressing the 'answer' button without another second wasted. "Colin!"
"Kiersten! God, I've been trying to call you all week. How's LA?"
Kiersten fell silent for a moment, knowing she had limited phone service in the countryside. She hated being reminded that she wasn't where she was supposed to be.
"I'm not in LA, Colin." she answered bitterly, biting her lip to hold back tears of anger and sadness.
"What? Why not? Where are you then? Kiersten? Kiersten!" Colin impatiently yelled for his best friend, who was only silent as tears streamed down her face.
"I've gotta go." she choked, barely whispering.
"But-"
*Click*
Kiersten's legs quickly grew weak, wobbling for a moment until she lost all strength and let herself collapse onto the grass. She didn't care about the stains that appeared on her blue t-shirt and jeans, she didn't care that she was getting dirt tangled in her hair, she didn't care that her makeup was getting smudged from the tears that continued to pour from her eyes, which had already gone pink in the veins. Her fists clenched, she squeezed her eyes shut, and whispered to herself:
"I want to go home."
He saw her curling into a fetal position of defeat, uncontrollable tears falling down her face. He wanted to go over, embrace her, and tell her everything he wanted to tell her. But instead, he stayed still in the tree, camouflaged by the leaves. He simply continued watching the girl break down before his eyes, doing absolutely nothing about it. He watched her crush her phone with her white fist. He watched her perfect brown locks of hair cage her face when her head moved in the grass. He watched this entire ordeal from his hiding tree, his only wish was to not be noticed as he climbed down and left without another sound
"Aiden, love, is that you?" His mother called from the kitchen of their cottage, which was fairly similar to the Walsh's as he slammed the front door behind him.
"Yeah, mum."
"Have you cleaned the stalls today?"
"Yes, mum."
"Marinated the meat last night?"
"Mhm."
"Set the table?" his mother challenged with her final question.
"It's Robyn's turn."
Mrs. McKenna only shrugged, triumphed by her son. Obviously, Aiden had done all his chores for a change. Meanwhile, he had dashed up to his room already and started peeking out his window where he could distinctly see the young girl still lying on the grass with her head looking up to the sky. She'd most likely have calmed herself from whatever on earth had triggered what happened earlier. He sat by the window ledge, not once letting his eyes wander from her until she'd gotten up, swung the guitar over her back, and walked down the hill to the opposite house.
