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6 Acknowledgement and Special Thanks I would like to thank my grandparents, parents - Dr. Zed and Mrs. Aida and my sisters - Samme, Iman, and Elina for their love and supports, not only throughout the entire publishing process, but also throughout my every ups and down in every corner of my life. I would also like to thank my loved friends - Shanice, Ijmeow, Darethy, Unicorn and Ajim for their advices, contribution of ideas and amazing encouragement. I am thankful for the amount of help and love I have received from all of you. Thank you for becoming my pillars. I love and appreciate each and every one of you. W v

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8 About The Book Elijah Jane Potter fought with depression and finds happiness with a forbidden love affair. But when her neighbor s eighteen-year-old son moved in, she began to discover that love could really change it all. With the death of her father and an unexpected pregnancy, Elijah must confront her now engaged lover. W vii

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10 Emily Zed Chapter2 P Crummy Psychotic, troublesome, useless, burden Those were some of the descriptions given by my mother to me. She is nothing but like your crazy mother! I remembered her yelling to my father. I could still feel the coldness on the day she left. She prepared herself well for the snow by wearing her long brown coat, and she had her suitcases ready by the door. Neither her nor my father noticed the little figure peeping from the stairs. I was only eight when I saw them quarreled, and I knew it was all because of me. My mother mentioned my name repeatedly - Elijah, Elijah, Elijah She said I was a bad omen, only a burden to their lives. At the age of four, I was taken to the psychiatry ward because I refused to socialize in kindergarten and I ended up hitting a girl too. The girl forced me into playing with her. But all I felt was hatred, agony and pain. I wanted to be alone. And the teachers were not okay with that. So they had my parents came to pick me. The doctors diagnosed me with hereditary depression. It was passed down for generations from my father s family. He was the one that got away, but I was totally unfortunate. I kept to myself, and every time the 1

11 Rouse Petals - Love Me teachers or peers come up to me I would be defensive. The harder they tried, the more I felt to attack them, and my parents had been called by the school to be taken home countlessly. There were times at home where I broke down and unexpectedly starting to throw things around. I felt an empty hole within me being filled with sadness and sorrow. I didn t know why nor do I know how I felt it at first. The bitterness struck me without any warning and as a child; you can t imagine how horrible it had been. They were - my inconsistent mood and behaviors were too terrible that I terrorized the people around me including my own mother. My father was very familiar with it as his mother suffered from depression too. At the age of sixteen, he saw his mom hung herself to death. Despite a very rough childhood, he grew to be a wonderful man and far from being problematic. But my mother, she hated me thank you very much. If people were allowed to wish for bad things, she would have liked for my nonexistence, although that would have been an excellent thing for her. It had been ten years since she left the family. And during those ten years, I had been into so many troubles. I remembered going to the principle s office at least four times per week. I fought, was caught smoking and was even punished for using vulgarity towards my teachers. My dad saw hope in me, but if anyone knew me better, that person would be me. And I knew that I was an abandoned ship, a lost cause. My destructive behavior took a slow halt when I met Kit Jones - or Mr. Jones, as the other students would call him. It was on his first day at Pearly High where I was caught for bringing cigarettes to school. Mr. George sent me to detention, and as soon as I laid my eyes upon the new prison teacher, I knew I want to bury his face in between of my cleavage. 2

12 Emily Zed I knew that this man had every senior girl in the school drooled over him. Even my archenemy, Celia Danvers had a crush on him. Celia Danvers was the school s cheerleading captain. She was all about cheer spirits and rainbows and ponies. I reckon that she hated me because I had a dark cloud over me. I knew that I was the only person in the school who had not accepted her over positivity. Instead, I chose to radiate pure negativity. I was a sourpuss, and I felt crummy throughout the years. Do you know what was worst? To have your father worked with your nemesis s father. My dad worked as Mr. Danvers s chauffeur was very real indeed. He used to work for them even before my mother left us. Celia Danvers and I may be arch foes, but our dads are in an excellent relationship. Despite always being pushed by me on quitting and Mr. Danvers being told to dismiss my father by Celia, both of them remained healthy. They even threw out any negativity their own daughters had towards each other. Celia may have had the school at the very end of her fingertips, but Kit Jones was definitely under my control. I knew from the second he laid his blue eyes on me, this man was a sleeping beast. Nevertheless, nothing happened during his first detention at Pearly High. On the very next day, I was again sent to prison for smoking in the girls bathroom. Celia Danvers saw and just had to report it to Mr. George. She threatened to tell my dad if I have had stopped her from speaking. But then again, I would survive one detention class than having my father being disappointed. Again. Miss Potter, this is my second day here, and I have seen you straight for two days. Care to share? he asked concernedly. I smirked and made my way to the very end of the room, ignoring the heart throbbing teacher. I loved being in my own solitary moment. But I also had 3

13 Rouse Petals - Love Me very high hopes that he would walk his way towards me when I chose not to answer. As I was about to blast some tunes with my earphones on, Mr. Jones came up. He slowly pulled a chair, and sat across with his eyes gazed sharply at me. I looked away from him instantly when I felt my heart thumping. My eyes wandered around the empty classroom. The fan was on medium, windows were opened, and Mr. Jones and I were the only ones breathing. Thought you might use some of this, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. I looked at him confusingly as he began to light up a cigarette and started smoking it. What did my detention teacher try to do? What are you doing? I asked, confused. Come on, Elijah. Let s be honest. Besides, you really think I am that good? I ve been in detentions more than you could ever think of before becoming a teacher myself, he confessed. I didn t know what I was thinking of, but I went along and smoked with him. Slowly, I started opening up to Mr. Jones. A huge relief was felt after the conversation as Mr. Jones was actually paying attention to my stories. I admire you for being adamant about it. Depression is not easy. He stretched his hand and made his very first physical touch on me - a pat on my shoulder. It may have seemed like an ordinary gesture, but somehow I felt his neediness towards me through that one small move. There was something about Kit Jones that intrigued me. Besides, he was the first person to approach me apart from my own father and the doctors at the hospital. He then pulled his chair next to mine and took out a deck 4

14 Emily Zed of cards. I was struck by his cologne when he began to sit closer, which had left me aching for him. Let me show you a magic trick. This ought to make you happy, I hope. And I ached again as I heard him giggled for the first time. I was somewhat impressed by his little trick, but I was far more attracted to his attempt on breaking my walls down. I gazed at him lazily as he kept the deck of cards in his pocket. He smirked when he caught me staring. He began tilted his head towards mine and swiftly kissed me. It was very unexpected, and yet I was anticipated of it. His lips were so soft, and he had my mind blew when he pressed it against mine. I knew what I wanted. I made myself lay on the floor and watched him responded back by coming over. He crashed his lips onto mine once again as I felt his hands on the side of my hips. He made me took my shirt and my bra off, revealing my harden peaks. Again, he made me lay on my back, started to suck and caress them, and then, slowly I had my skirt slid down. I helped him with his pants, his hardness revealed. I was impressed, and so I took it in my mouth, giving him what he deserved. I felt appreciated and less burdened from the conversation we had, and also I was sexually drawn to him. Why not? I knew he enjoyed having my saliva drooling on him. He liked it so much that he took my panties off immediately, preceded on kissing my hips while playing with my throbbing button. He sucked on his fingers after fingering it, making me cried out soft moans. I took him and slowly guided him towards me. He knew how bad I wanted it so he had me teased further just to torture me. He teased once more by rubbing his head against me 5

15 Rouse Petals - Love Me without it being inserted. He then rubbed against my swollen pink lips, sending aches around my body. Finally, a sudden relief came all over me as he took it inside. He continued to pump me hard, and I began to enjoy it. I liked it so much that I had to be in detention during other days for other rounds. I knew Kit loved it too as we would have quick session whenever we possibly could. Kit was fantastic. Not only that he listened, but also he treated me like a lady. He made me feel like I am worthy. For the first time in my life, someone actually wanted me. How could I have possibly said no to it? W 6

16 Emily Zed Chapter3 P Alone It was yet another typical day in school. Kit had left town for the week for a conference, and I was left afloat. I went to classes and came home straight after. There was no point of lingering around the school, as Kit wasn t there to mess with me. And so, I decided to stay at home until he came back. The hours on the clock went by achingly slow. I remembered hanging my head down from the sofa, faced towards the television. A sudden knock on the door had me sprung across the room. It was the mailman. No way, I thought as I saw a dark envelope in between the others. Could it be? - I thought. My life has changed for the better on that day as I opened the envelope contained the most expensive ticket to an indie rock concert party. It was a private event hosted by my favorite magazine, Housed Indie. When I read about the party, I knew I had to go despite the odds. Indie rock music has been a savior to me when I was down and depressed. Nothing on that day and no one could ve stopped me from going. You are not going, my dad blurted. Apparently, my results came in with the piles of letters I have received with along the ticket. My father wasn t happy 7

17 Rouse Petals - Love Me with my achievements, what more having the principle Mr. George added a note on the bottom in which he claimed I ve been in detentions too many times - which was right thanks to Kit Jones. My heart sank heavily as I failed to persuade my father to allow me to attend one of the most important occasions in my life. I felt a familiar sensation spread across my chest. It was nothing but pure agony so I have decided to just storm into my room and ignored my father. I had Hall and Oates played on my speaker as I leaned on the balcony in my room. I love their tone, and I knew it was the only thing that could have saved me from getting depressed again. Supposed having them playing and supposed I was standing on the balcony while smoking. I was still in utter shock from my father disapproval on the whole concert. I was left with the need of torturing Mr. George and Celia Danvers. I couldn t tell you how much I prayed at night for them to suffer from depression or being hit by a truck on the freeway - although I knew it was wrong. Apparently, these two had made my life miserable as a mission in their lives. My father grounded me from going out that week. I couldn t care less for Kit wasn t in town, and I didn t have any friends anyway. But what bothered me the most was I was actually watching the clock ticked. And I was a day away from the concert. Even if I have decided to sneak out and went for the concert, my dad had confiscated my car keys. It was like living with a prison officer. And the event was hours away in a private mansion, situated on a hill. I had come to believe I have jinxed my entire life. There wasn t any happy ending in my life. The only thing that could ve dragged me out of depression, which was the concert, was being taken away. Why do I even live? 8

18 Emily Zed It was Saturday - the day of the concert. And even if Kit was home, I couldn t be bothered to visit him and have sex or two. I was too busy thinking of the whole indie rock party. I knew by going to this party, my life would be changed for the better. I didn t have any basis to explain my theory, but when I discovered this genre of music, I stopped both cutting myself and from getting into serious troubles. Although I did minors occasionally just to get with Kit. I hopelessly turned my radio on to distract myself from the disappointment. This would be the one and only indie rock concert hosted here folks. That s right, next year Housed Indie will be taking the full blast indie rock party to Europe. Whoever is having tickets, don t miss the chance on going to it, the local radio stated. I hated them for announcing it, I sighed to myself. Was it a sign? Could that be a sign for me to attend the concert? And had I not promised despite the odds. I was again made believe that I was meant to be at that concert, for on that particular moment, somehow my dad managed to get into bed earlier than he ever would. My belief hit a dead end when I couldn t seem to locate my car keys. Dad was magnificent at hiding them away from me. He could have had hid the treasures of the world easily and neither the great voyagers would manage to find them. Maybe he knew there was a huge chance I would ve gone against him. You are definitely right dad. And not even missing car keys could have stopped me from attending that concert party. I had no idea how I was supposed to get there but knew I had to get out of my house. However I was expected to arrive, I would have to come out with a plan while walking. I knew of a bus stopping at the junction 10 minutes from the hill where the mansion was. And it was my only hope. I couldn t care less for the chance of 9

19 Rouse Petals - Love Me a ghostly man jumping out of the woods. If I had to walk for 10 minutes through winding road just to the concert, then be it. My hope was slowly diminished when 20 minutes into waiting, there was no sign of the bus. What was with my luck and was I actually cursed. I decided to wait longer but the longer I waited, the more I was feeling disappointed. And I knew, this would have made me feel depressed once I got home. I stared at my watch and I knew I could have never reached there on foot. I saw a red car hastily pulled over by the bus stop I was at. Two girls came out from the car. One had black hair and the other was a blonde. The black haired girl dragged herself to the dustbin and vomited what it seemed to be endless. That s why your momma told you to stay away from junk food and beers before proper dinner, the blonde girl commented. What are you doing here? she asked me while she held her friend s hair. Waiting for a bus. Boots, leather jacket, band t-shirt. Well if I am right, you must be on your way to Housed Indie s? I was shocked. Someone from this torn up town actually knew of the concert. You re wasting your time waiting for the bus. Just get in the car with us. We are heading there ourselves, another girl yelled from the car. She was a green-eyed beauty with ginger colored hair. Yeah, I don t mind, the girl in blonde, responded. I knew this was the only way for me to be at the concert. Either I agreed on going with them, or I could stay and waited for the bus with the chance of missing the show. 10

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