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The Promise	By : AlluringWords Category: G through L > Ginger Snaps Views: 1987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Promise – Chapter 5
One Cold Night
It was a dark and damp night due to the rain that lasted for the past three days. I hadn’t seen or even spoken to Brigitte in over a week. However bad I had pissed her off, it must have been worse than I thought. I began to think she hadn’t even been at school for the last 2 days as I couldn’t pick up her scent anywhere.
I was aimlessly walking the neighborhood streets around 2:30 in the morning, looking for anything that would take my mind off the haunting memories of life back in Georgia. However on this chilly, wet night, it appeared not even the littlest creature was going to make an appearance. ‘How was I was going to find any relief?’ The streets, heck the entire town was dead as a door knob as I had already walked the entire town twice. ‘What is a dead door knob anyway? What does a living one look like? – Really? I’m drowning all of you at the next puddle of water. Now go back to sleep.’
Glad I had splurged on a pair of water proof boots last week, I was sloshing them in a substantial puddle when I saw a small park in front of me. It was hard to see it very clearly as one of the park lights had been busted out leaving only the street light to illuminate it. Bored beyond words I approached the park and started to inventory the joyous playful obstacles that lay before me. ‘Let’s see, there a slide and merry-go-round. That’s standard playground equipment. Swing set consisting of 3 swings. Check. One small jungle gym apparatus. Check. Kids need to climb and stuff.’ Hovering over a seahorse looking metal contraption that attached to the ground by an oversized spring I glanced over to another one that looked sort of like an elephant and said. “Two of what ever these things are called. Check!”
I painfully walked over to the swings and swayed back and forth for a bit, not sure of how long I was on it. I dragged my feet in the wet sand thinking, ‘Now that I left that life behind in Savannah, how was I going to keep pretending I was normal?’ More frustrated than bored, since I had basically been on my own for the last 2 years and knew how to entertain myself, I went over to the jungle gym monstrosity. With a single bound, I was on top of it and lowered my legs as I was sitting in a bubble that led down to the slide. My view would have been completely obstructed if it weren’t for a single bubble made of plastic that was, in my best guess, an observation window so parents could keep a watchful eye on their little brats.
Stoking my chin in aimless thought, I suddenly heard the voices of two girls walking towards the park. I looked to the street but saw nothing. I thought, ‘Come one champ. You’re losing your mind at this late hour? Good thing it’s not a bump in the night.’ A few moments later I heard gravel shifting beneath a boot. I peered once again and who do I not see but walking towards me? It was Brigitte and I assumed to be her sister, Ginger.
Brigitte was wearing a long dull brown trench coat that looked like it came from a thrift store, which was more than tightly pulled around her, Almost as if were strangling her. Whatever the reason, she looked cold in it. Ginger or so I assumed was Ginger, was wearing the infamous forest green letterman jacket. It fit her perfectly but looked as old as she had been wearing it since my parents had gone to high school.
In Ginger’s right hand she was carrying something tucked up her between her hand and jacket sleeve. It was impossible to see at this distance especially with the lack of light caused by the broken park lamp. I twisted my head slightly to the sky and inhaled. ‘I should have known. They didn’t look so sweet and innocent.’ It was a bottle of bourbon and by it’s smell, it was wrapped in a musty brown paper sack that had a particular stench when it got wet. I sat silently and watched the two girls bicker about something.
“B Damn it! Sometimes you really need to relax or your head’s going to explode one day.”
Brigitte tried to transfer her unwanted attention from her sister to something else, “Is that on our suicide list?”
Condescending, “Ha ha, very funny B.”
The way in which Ginger said the letter B was both alluring and frightful. Studying Ginger’s movements, the red head’s whole demeanor was completely different from that of her sister’s. It was like watching polar opposites as Ginger tried to get B to ‘have a little’ swig of her cocktail that was neatly tucked in the sleeve of the green and white jacket. She had clearly done this on several occasions. I watched the bottle and it never moved when Ginger flailed her arms wildly at Brigitte.
Listening to the two girls chat as they made their way closer to the park, I was intrigued by how different Brigitte’s sister was from her. Getting closer I could make out that those differences were more than attitude. Ginger had long streaming red hair. Unlike her sister’s wild mat, hers was neatly brushed and well kept. It showed off her face not covering it up like B’s. As if reading my thoughts, Ginger stopped in front of Brigitte and said, “B, you are so beautiful. I really wish you kept your hair out of your face.” She gently brushed the hair out her face tucking it neatly behind her ears. “See you are so pretty. I wish you’d let the world see how pretty that smile was of yours.” Again as if prompted, Brigitte smiled bashfully for her sister. “Now that’s better.” Ginger smiled brightly and placed a soft kiss directly on Brigitte’s lips. I remember thinking at the innocent gesture, ‘Sisters huh?’
Despite that Brigitte was wearing black jeans with calf high boots on such a chilly night, Ginger was wearing a black skirt that partially draped her legs. It wasn’t a straight line skirt but rather a multi layered skirt that was longer on one side and gradually got shorter as it moved across her body to the other side. She too wore a pair of black boots but rather than looking like a pair of snow boots, hers looked more like something you’d wear to go clubbing in. They were mid calf with a silver star mounted on the outside of each boot with a small 2 ½” inch heel on them.
Her body language displayed absolutely no signs of the cold evening. In fact, Ginger’s jacket was wide open despite the rather chilly air that night. I could see that she was wearing a rather low cut V neck blouse that exposed a good portion of her abdomen. It was an emerald green that flaunted her red hair. I chuckled silently thinking of all the times I had seen Brigitte. She had never worn anything lower than a turtle neck. Even now she looked like she was freezing to death, while a good portion of her sister’s body was directly exposed to the elements. The damp ground did not help absorb or shield anyone from the cold. In fact, it felt like the freezing temperature just intensified everything, making everyone and everything very cold.
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