Taboo [1]

Shearwater · 2010-07-28T01:29:22Z

http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab299/PinkShearwater/Tabooclub.jpg CHATPER ONE (LILIAH) If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct. ~Letty Cottin Pogrebin ~~~ I was all up for another addition to the family. Bringing home a puppy or a kitten, some sort of playful animal is what I had in mind when my mother decided she wanted to brighten up our home. Never in a hundred years had adoption crossed my mind. It was hard not to stare at him and his dark, cold eyes. I wondered whether or not we made the right decision in picking out Lucas. He was my age, seventeen, and knowing that, I wondered why he hadn’t been adopted by this point. It wasn’t normal to have such an old kid still in the orphanage…right? Still keeping my gaze on him, I noticed his ebony hair flopped over his forehead in a smooth ash-colored flame. He was taller than me by an entire head, making me feel quite puny. A gray sweater snuggled around him and he wore some dark denim jeans. Mom had her arm around his shoulder. She was smiling for the first time since my father’s death. Her straight teeth and mesmerizing smile made me lift the corner of my lips. Keeping my hand on the doorknob, I stepped back to allow them into the house. “Welcome home,” Mom said with a warm voice. Turning her emerald eyes in my direction, she gave me a quick wink. “I finally brought your brother home.” I smiled at him. “Hi,” I chirped. He was probably feeling uncomfortable, so I tried to be more inviting. Suddenly becoming part of a family wasn’t going to be an easy transaction for him and I promised myself and Mom that I would do my best to comfort him. “Welcome home!” I reached out to shake his hand but he didn’t accept it. Humiliated, I put my arm down. “Liliah works part time at the diner downtown, so that’s why she couldn’t come to the orphanage with me.” Mom turned me and asked, “By the way, how was work?” “Same old, same old,” I shrugged in return. She set her purse on the hallway table. “Why don’t you show Luke his room?” “Okay, sure,” I answered, giving Lucas a grin. Pulling his sleeve, I motioned him towards the staircase. For some reason, he reminded me of a turtle, slow moving and never distracted. Always keeping his eyes in front of him, never looking around, in fact he looked like he was on a mission. Once we reached the top of the stairs, he pulled his arm free and my fingers released their hold. Peering into his neutral expression, I wondered if I had gone overboard with the sleeve thing. He didn’t say anything, so I didn’t say anything either. Mom’s room was downstairs, but our rooms were right next to each other. We had to share a bathroom but preparations were already made for that. “This is my room,” I said, opening the door. My friends had told me my room matched my personality. Robin egg blue walls with white boarders, queen size bed with bouncy white pillows and a light colorful bed, painted my room. Mom said it was refreshing and cool. I told her my room was a place of serenity. “I like to keep things so it’s kind of cluttered,” I mentioned as I pointed to my shelves of childhood toys and stuffed animals. I liked my memories, if I were to throw them away; it would be like throwing away a part of me. He seemed to be rather unimpressed. So, I closed the door and turned towards his room. “This is your room.” Opening the door himself, he stepped into the blank room. His eyes wandered the plain white walls and bed. He had a desk with a laptop on it, a few books next to the TV stand and a set of video games I had spent days picking out. “Mom didn’t know what you really liked so she left the room alone. You can do whatever you want with it, just keep it clean,” I laughed, trying to break some ice. Ignoring me, he sat on the bed. With a leap, I instantly hopped on next to him. He turned his icy eyes on me and I fought forward with a smile. “Can I call you Luke?” I asked, cheerfully. His eyes dove deeper as if he were piercing me with a thousand needles. Picking myself off the bed slowly, I said, “Well, I’ll leave you be for a while. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready…” I muttered, closing the door. As I rested my back against it, I let out a sigh. When my Mother told me she was thinking about adopting a boy, I was quite thrilled. The idea of having an older brother was exciting and my Mother and I spent long nights talking of all the possibilities. Being an only child was a bit tiring, to finally have someone my age to talk to, to lean on…well, I was looking forward to it. But the ways things were going now, I wasn’t quite sure that was going to happen. Downstairs in the kitchen, Mom was preparing some plates. Her golden hair was tied up in a neat bun and she was wearing a skirt with a white collared shirt and slippers. Turning her head, she grinned at me. “So, what do you think?” she asked eagerly. Pulling me onto a chair, she sat down and looked me curiously in the eyes. “I’m sure we can all work it out,” I answered with a shrug. Honestly, I wasn’t sure why my mother was so keen on picking Luke out of all the other children, but I was sure she had her reasons. I would never doubt my mother’s choice. “I thought I was going to adopt a younger boy,” Mom said, looking down at the table. “Someone younger but when I saw Lucas, he was just…I think we made the right choice,” she answered with a smile. “I like him, don’t you?” My mouth twisted and I forced a nod. Luke was cold to me, from what I had witnessed at the orphanage and through the last few months, he was much more attached to my mother than he was to me. In fact, we barely had much contact. Maybe the orphanage just couldn’t hold on to him, thus they probably let us off easily. I had heard that he declined all previous offers and we were the first ones who sparked his interest. “He doesn’t really talk to me,” I whispered. “Give him some time Liliah,” Mom said, getting up to finish dinner. “Don’t worry Mom, I know,” I smiled. Luke wasn’t an idiot, from what I knew. He was a top student, brain almost as smart as Einstein. Grabbing an orange from the center of the table, I slowly began peeling away the skin, taking apart the segments. I wondered who the world was dumb enough to abandon such a smart kid, let alone never come back for him… As I placed the orange in my mouth, I watched my Mother’s back as she moved around the kitchen. Two years ago, my Father passed away in a car accident. His death let my mother shattered to the point of depression. Constantly, she visited the hospital and took medication. Every passing day made her loose willpower and strength, that’s when I was convinced their love was stronger than any bond I had ever seen. When I told her to find someone new, in hopes of rejuvenating her sprit, she refused. “No one can replace your father,” is what she told me. “Alright,” she grinned, licking her lips. “Dinner’s set.” I told her to go fetch Luke since I wasn’t sure whether or not he and I were on friendly terms yet. He seemed angry with me, for some incomprehensible reason. When he came down, he was in plain white shirt and some slacks. His hands dug into his pocket, his eyes strict as he sat down in front of me. Mom set the plates and then took a seat at the end of the table, between both of us. “Wow, our first family dinner together,” She said shifting around her chair. Picking up her fork, she flashed a row of white teeth. “What kinds of food do you like to eat, huh, Lucas?” she asked. Luke took a bite of the mashed potatoes and then looked up with this fork still in his mouth. We stared at him, anticipating some sort of answer. The corners of his lips tilted up just slightly and that was all. I turned towards Mom and she frowned. Clearing her throat, she said, “Well, school starts tomorrow for the both of you, excited?” “I’m actually looking forward to going back,” I answered. Looking back at Luke, I could see him pinch the peas on his plate with his fork. I guess he didn’t like the greens. Suddenly, the thought of going to school together popped into my mind. How would it feel to walk to and from school with him? Maybe we shared some classes. Would he make friends? Would he be bullied? My stomach became heavy with the thought. I peeked at him again. He was crouched over his plate with his elbow on the table. Slowly, his eyes lifted to mind and I felt like I had been struck by a long needle. I bit my lip, feeling immobilized. When he looked down again, I took in a small breath, wondering what he was thinking all this time. _________________________________________________________________________________________ P.S. Join the Taboo page! :D It's free! Plus you get updated when the next chapter is out :)

Hiya!
Well I'm just gonna start by saying wow.
This is an incrediable story.
One I think you made a wonderful conection with the characters! I love Lucas already and all I've read of him is the prolouge. Just by the way you made him depict his emotions and how he described things I could tell this wasn't gonna be one of those stupid love stories. I notcied that the MC has some touching issues? Personaly if I were new to a home I would not want to be grabbed and pulled all over the house. I do understand that she is trying to show she cares. So kudos for that! It did seem that you were trying to put a lot of information into a small space. I love all your description on everythingg, it brings more into the story. Sooo I've read all of the chapters and I love it!!! I can't wait for you to write moreee!

Love,
Annne-Marriee<3

Ok so I realize this is a bit late but what the hay, I review anyway! Hey that rhymed.... I loved your prologue. It's a little difficult reading real time because it's so underused especially with first person but it was good. Now, I don't know if you meant to say this but I don't think you can "Wreck havoc".

Havoc, Havok or Havock means general destruction, devastation, desolation or wasting

From wikipedia. I don't know what to replace it with as I never use the word but it's a bit redundant and ultimately doesn't fit. Anyways, I've spent enough time here.

I loved your first chapter.... It was like reading a published work. I hope i have enough time to read the rest of it... Anyways, the only things I could find "wrong" were at one point when your MC went back downstairs, you made it seem as if she had had experiences with Lucas before when in the beginning when she opened the door, you made it seem almost like she hadn't ever seen the guy. Clear that up a little bit please. Aside from that, I found a typo

His death let my mother shattered to the point of depression.

That was it! Extremely smooth and brilliant!

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