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Part Sixteen: Ending Lives In Half

Ellie stared hard and long at the pencil, with the white sock balled up in her hands. "I can't believe you have to go" Kathleen said, slapping her hand on her shoulder. Ellie shrugged it off and stared back at the pencil. Why did she had to go back to her dad? She thought she was already dead since he hadn't spoken to her for eight years. For eight years her mother struggle and for eight years she wasn't able to see her father's hazel eyes, so was why he running back to her now? the new wife had some kind of disease he doesn't want catch or he realized she was using him. "Kat, can you please excuse us? I need to talk to Ellie, for a while" Jacob said, looking upset and worried. Kathleen raised up her hands and walked out the room closing the door behind her. "Ellie, I know you probably don't want to talk to me but just hear me out. I care about you a lot and you mean the world to me, really. But if we have to end it like this, then, fine it's your choice" Jacob said, his jaw line tensed. Ellie was quiet not saying a word, only twisting the balled up sock. "I don't want to leave you, Jacob. I love you, I don't want to ever leave you like this" Ellie cried, hugging Jacob tightly.

Jacob let her stayed there, sobbing on his shoulder. "We can't do this, Ellie. We have to break-up, we can't continue like this. I can't continue like this" Jacob parted away from Ellie, slamming the door behind him. Ellie had to leave, she couldn't resist the fact that her boyfriend didn't want her anymore simply because she was leaving. How could they be buddies again when she'll have the urge to kiss him. She had to move, she picked her up packed suitcase and headed down stairs. She saw Dueller and Stephanie sitting outside on the backyard swinging set, he had to leave too. "I can always contact you in London, maybe bring you a few pictures of Big Ben"Dueller smiled. "But they said 99.9% of long distance relationship would not work out. Ever heard of that "Long Distance Relationships Would Kill You", well, I don't want that to happen" Stephanie kissed Dueller's pale lips. "It wouldn't because I'll always call you and have you ever heard of "Inseparable", well, even though were miles and miles apart you'll still be holding onto my heart, I know, were inseparable" Dueller singed. Stephanie's heart melted and tears ripped down her cheeks, the black hole in heart will now forever remain there. Ellie left the house without telling anyone, she was devastated, she couldn't believe that everything good was now falling apart. There was big lump in her throat she kicked the lamppost and threw her luggage on the sidewalk.

"Ellie? Where is Ellie?" Kathleen pondered

"She was here a while ago" Jacob called back

"She isn't in the room and no where else in the house" Stephanie stated.

"I think Ellie left already" Jacob said, realizing what he has done.

"Jacob, what is it?" Kathleen was staring at him, worried.

"I told her that it was over and now she's gone"

Kathleen glared at Jacob feeling as if she wanted to beat his head against an egg beater.

"I can't believe you told her that. Jacob, Ellie was head over heels for you. She gave everything up for you, and this is how you repay her"

"I didn't mean to, seriously. I was in love with her....but I forgot about the memories were shared" Jacob was looking down at the floor, tears filling his eyes. "shegot to be by Arnold, she just has to be" Kathleen raced out of the door, with Jacob following close behind.

Ellie was sitting on the park bench, she ran the dull sharp edge of the broken beer bottle across her fingertips. She was trying to release all the pain. She could hear footsteps crunching against the fall leaves, her name echoed and in the distance she could see Stephanie trying to move the tree from her face. Jacob was there, too and Kathleen. "Ellie? Why did you leave without telling us?" Jacob rushed up to her, picking her up and holding her tightly. She pulled away, "You said it's over. You meant it, Jacob" tears pour down her cheeks. "I wasn't thinking straight, okay. I was just upset that you were leaving, I know that you have to move to Philadelphia....but, but I want us to remain friends, that is all" Jacob explained, even though he wanted to be more than friends. Ellie was facing the lake and letting the wind blow through her hair, she turned around and kissed Jacob. She pulled away and hugged him tightly, her head resting on his chest. "I don't think our friendship will last either if we're miles and miles apart" She said. She pulled away once she saw the cab coming down the street, "Bye you guys" She waved, tears of joy and sadness ripped down her cheek as she climb inside heading towards the bus station.

"What did she say?" Stephanie asked. Stephanie, Kathleen and Jacob we're all by Arnold, drinking his homemade tea. "She said, that our friendship wouldn't even last if we remain friends and not lovers" Jacob looked down at his tea. Stephanie sighed, "I think Dueller and I relationship won't last long either, he might find someone else in London to love. I know it's not going to be me, but I wish him the best of luck if he ever finds true love". Arnold face glowed in the fireplace and a smile creased upon his face, "I remember Delia, my true love. She died 60 years ago, we were at prom and felt the moment was right just to kiss. We did kiss, she told she'll never forget that night when I dropped her home. The next morning, as I passed by her house, the police and abumlance were there. Delia grew up in a abusive home, they found her dead on her bed. Her father was just on a rampage, he killed Delia on the spot after raping his daughter. It was Delia who made me become a reclusive, it was Delia who made me change the views of people, it was Delia who made me who I am today". Everyone was quiet as they listened to Arnold's story, the only noise came from the fireplace with the wood crackling. Arnold turned to Jacob, "So my boy, don't weep just because Ellie is miles away from you. Don't think the possible outcome of life is impossible. The possible outcome of life is possible".

Coming Back In April

Well, it's true. I'll be coming back in April, clearly because I finish pretty much earlier than I thought I would in March. So I'll leave off with Part Sixteen, while I'm gone doing random things, please leave comments. It would be really nice and if you want me to read any of your work and want advice, then tell me and I would be glad to do it. I'll be missing Ellie, Kathleen, Stephanie, Jacob, Dueller and Arnold but I know I'll be back typing away shortly with maybe even more drama and quirky adventures. You can also read my first story on blogger, The Things They Don't Tell You.So keep your mind open, read, take Kodak moments and never forget to stay gold. Because you never know when you're going to face, Two Different Roads.

xoxo,

Shenell Keanna, the author of Two Different Roads & The Things They Don't Tell You

Part Fifteen: Except You Got That Look In Your Eye

"That is what I called my shudders" Arnold said. His was sitting comfortable in his plywood chair, packed with his cushions. A smoke of gray took place in random spots of his full grown and shave beard. They were sitting on the back porch, with Mr. Ringo Star, Arnold's shot gun, laying beside him. The rest of them sat on the rockers chairs with drinking mint tea, which was just hot water and mint leaves. "Why do you call them shudders?" Stephanie asked, sipping the tea. "Why do you called shoes, shoes?" Arnold responded. Stephanie felt shunned, while Arnold cursed under his breath. "Can you smell it? It's hunting season, those blasted birds will be flying over head, and there I am, with Mr. Ringo Star place in my hand like a prized possession, shooting those birds and roasting them in the fireplace" He licked his lips. Arnold took out a wooden box and opened it, inside was a pile of cigars, he took one out and lighted it.


"Dueller, my good man, come talk to me boy. Lets go shoot some duck for me to eat, tonight" Arnold said, the cigar hanging from the side of his mouth and his arm around Dueller's shoulder. "Here take this one" Arnold threw him a shotgun "Oh, bloody hell" Dueller said, as he flipped the gun around his hand. "Hey, don't point the gun at me, would you kid?" Arnold said, annoyed. "Be careful out there, Dueller. Don't worry, Arnold is good guy, unless he tells you something that makes he think more thoroughly" Stephanie said.

"Your words will absolve me, maybe" He said. Arnold and Dueller walked into the deep woods and went by the lake where there was a clear view and it was barren. "Dueller, I heard you're from England, the entertainer" Arnold said, putting the bullets in. "I'm guessing that Ellie must have told you that, didn't she?" "Nope, she didn't. I have my ways boy, didn't you perhaps noticed that I live in what I supposedly called the reclusive area. Didn't you perhaps notice that you rarely so anyone comes up to this place, do you see any houses near me. I think not, Mr. Dueller Thompson" Arnold said, without even flinching he lifted his gun and shot a bird. Dueller looked down at the dirt and looked at Arnold's gray eyes, duller than a donkey's own. "Come on, we've got to keep moving. Can't have any wet bird for dinner".


"Ever been arrested?" Arnold asked, sitting on a tree stump. "No, I've seen my grandfather got arrested but that was having an incredible amount of parking tickets, can't really blame the old man" Dueller joked. "You don't amuse me boy, so I suggest you stop trying to. You didn't even shoot a god damn bird, yet. What are you a chicken? I thought entertainers were suppose to be entertaining" Arnold said. "What are you trying to say me? Why did you even bring me out alone, here, with you?" Dueller asked, feeling as if he wanted a cigarette. "I'm trying to get something out of you boy. If you're really wondering why I bring you out here is because I have one simple question for you: "What really happen to your parents?". Dueller stared back him, he knew that this entire time he was lying about his parents. He didn't answered, instead he shot a bird and walked back towards the house.

The bedroom door was locked and Stephanie was up, worried since Dueller didn't tell her anything. She turned her body fully to him, "What happen, today, with Arnold?You can trust me Dueller, I'm girlfriend" She said, whispering. She wanted to give it to him, just so he can at least confess. "It was nothing, Stephanie. He just kept on asking me questions and told me not to amuse him" Dueller confessed. Stephanie climbed on top of him, "What were the questions?". "Stephanie, by you trying to please me, won't make me confess, just wants me to ask for more" He smiled. Stephanie went back on her side, "Goodnight Stephanie" Dueller said, kissing her. She pulled away and hugged herself, why did he had to be so confidential with himself? She went on her laptop.

To: Ellie Johansen <elliechic@teenmail.com>
Fr: Stephanie Cornell<miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com>
Re: Arnold Lippmann and Dueller
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Dueller still hasn't told me anything that went on down at Arnold Lippmann's place. I tried to get him to confess but giving it to him, but I'm guessing he knew what I had in mind anyway. All he told me was that he asked him a few questions and told him try not to amuse him [who would EVER try to amuse the reclusive, he never smiles!]. You and Jacob seem like the only couple in the house who have the perfect relationship, I mean my boyfriend wouldn't even bother tell me a thing. But if he finds something he'll start asking me questions. He is really sweet though.

//Stephanie C.
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To: Stephanie Cornell <miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com>
Fr: Ellie Johansen <elliechic@teenmail.com>
Re: He is really sweet though. . . . .
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First off, why is everyone [maybe not exactly everyone] is coming to me with their problem?(!!!!!)
But, whatever, Jacob and I don't have such a great relationship. Besides showing our possibly undying love for each other, whenever we get the chance to, but we do have our bad times together. Like when Jacob unloaded waste into the toilet and forgot to use the spray can to burry the smell, so I had to stick with it while taking a shower. I literally had to smell my Dove soap so the smell won't climb up into my nostrils. So, Steph, you aren't the only one who have problems. But I really feel sorry for Kat, I mean she has nobody, I was wonder if she cries herself to sleep when I listen to Jacob's heartbeat, all she has is a soft pillow to listen to. I hope she finds someone, at least.

Rock 'n' Roll,
Ellie
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To:Ellie Johansen <elliechic@teenmail.com>
Fr: Stephanie Cornell <miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com>
Re: Thanks and Goodnight
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Thanks Ellie, I really thought you two were perfect. But I guess we all go through our own troubles, don't we? I know you'll agree with me, but Dueller has this thing that makes him stand out and the reason why I don't feel like I'm in deep water. He is like my little mircale.

Goodnight,
Stephanie

P.S.: I didn't know you had the same name as Scarlett Johansen!
P.P.S.: Are you guys cousins are what?
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To: Stephanie Cornell <miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com>
Fr: Ellie Johansen <elliechic@teenmail.com>
Re: Thanks and Goodnight
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You're welcome, Stephanie. Scarlett and I aren't cousin. You haven't notice that I was a Johansen and we've been arch enemies-turned-friends since eighth grade, I guess you were in that big cloud of popualrity.

Goodnight,
Ellie
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Part Fourteen: I'll Use That Voice You Find Annoying

Dueller blue eyes sparkled in the dim sunlight as it bleed through the blinds. He combed his small fingers through Stephanie's dark wispy curls, that sprawled across the pillow. She turned around and faced him, smiling like telepathically speaking, through their brains. He ran his finger across her tender fingers, she quickly pulled back. "Why is it so hard?" He asked. "Guitar practice, my Dad use to teach me. He stopped giving me guitar lessons, after the fight and all. That is why my Mom was hauled away from police, the doctors forced the truth out of me. Wringing me like I was some kind of wash rag. I bet your parents give you lots of freedom" Stephanie explained, turning her back towards him. "My parents died, Stephanie. I just have my grandparents, my only family" Dueller said, his blue eyes turned dead. Stephanie rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of their Converse shoes, the four pairs made a heart. She felt a hand laid flatly on her clothed stomach, it was Dueller's but he was slowly falling back to sleep.

"Oh, wow . . . ." Jacob said, staring at Kathleen who was smiling. They were playing another game of poker, with Oreos and cans of ginger ale. Kathleen was dealing out the cards, as she recalled a story they learned in sixth grade they never understand. "Well, I still believe that 30 years from now I wouldn't care about how dress. Now, enough of the lectures Kat, give me my darn Oreos. Where is Stephanie and Dueller anyway? They've been upstairs in that room too long. . . ." Ellie said, her lips curling up mischievously and her eyebrows slowly rising making creases on her forehead. Her brown eyes looked at both Jacob and Kathleen who giggling at the hypothesis Ellie made.

Dueller came down the stair holding hands with Stephanie who looking a bit cherry herself. They join the rest of them laughing, when everything went silent. "Kathleen, what happened between you and Connor?" Jacob asked, studying his cards and picking another card from the pack.

Stephanie was sitting at the piano, playing it, with Dueller strumming the guitar. She was playing "Foundations" by Kate Nash, she stared at him and repeated the words:

My fingertips are holding onto the
Cracks in our foundations,and I know that I should let go,but I can't.
And every time we fight,I know its not right
,every time that your upset and I smile,
I know I should forget,but I can't.

Dueller looked at her in awe, "You can sing, Stephanie". Stephanie began blushing, she knew that she wasn't in love with Dueller at all, they were just friends. They didn't do anything last night, but slept together and on the same bed, but why was she blushing so much? "I never really sung to anyone before, I just took piano lessons and things like that" Stephanie said. Kathleen saw that Dueller was falling hard for Stephanie "She isn't worth it, Dueller" Kathleen stated. Everyone stared up at her, Stephanie redness flushed away quickly as she looked up at Kathleen. "What are you talking about Kathleen?" "Dueller, she just isn't worth it, you drooling over her. She isn't falling for you, she just want to be your friend" Kathleen said, swallowing. Dueller looked back at Stephanie, who was touch the piano keys without making a sound.


"Dueller, she is right, if we were able to rewind back to the first day we met. I didn't like you then, I didn't barely knew you. But after I got to know you more, you've made me realize things I've been missing out all my life" Stephanie was tugging on Dueller's sleeve. They were upstairs, by where Stephanie had fallen. Dueller tried to pull away, but she held on tightly. She let go of him and sat down on the bed,watching him silently venting, trying not to touch his cigarette packet. Stephanie held onto his sleeve again and he stopped, "I know what your problem is," Stephanie said, looking up at him. "You're the type of person who doesn't listen to their heart, and is more likely to listen to others, aren't you?" Stpehanie continued, stadning up and facing him. "What are you--" Dueller's sentence was cut short, when Stephanie's lips met his. A rush of warmness swept through their blood vains, as Stephanie wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands around her waist. He wasn't angry anymore after that.

Updates

I'm so sorry for not keeping you guys updated, but I know I'm still off with this whole updating business I was suppose to type up to more parts then post the updates, but I feel really crappy since I'm dealing with some, so-called, "love issues" of my own, but I'm not going to get deeper into this situation, if you want to know, just comment!Moving on, the reasons why I am feeling crappy is because I have allgeries but my dad thinks it is a cold, but now both of my parents beileve I have a flu and are laughing about it, I CAN'T EVEN LAUGH!! I think I'm having some emoitional issues, but for the finally time, I'm not here to talk about my personal life. Lets just go to the updates, for chapters and music. No video, sorry.

Music

"Mr.Brightside"-The Killers
"Stop & Stare"- OneRepublic
"When You Were Young"-The Killers
"Falling Slowly"-Glen Hansard
"Elephant As Big As Whales"-PlayRadioPlay!
"Summer Love"-Justin Timberlake
"Hollywood"-Jonas Brothers
"California"-Phantom Planet
"Shake It"-Metro Station
"Over You"-Daughtry
"Drivin' Me Wild"-Common featuring Lily Allen
"Decoy"-Paramore
"Rewind"-Paramore
"Pretty Optimistc, For A Pessimistc"-Paramore
"Kelsey"-Metro Station
"Suffocate"-J.Holiday

Parts [Chapters]

Part One: E-Mail Conversations & Things We Forgotten
Part Two: Summer Dreams Dwell Upon Me
Part Three: Color War Dreams & Locked Lips
Part Four: The Bus Ride of Return
Part Five: Not A True Friend After All
Part Six: Get Me Out of Rehab
Part Seven: Heartbeats Racing Through Time
Part Eight: The Dinner Times
Part Nine:Heartfelt Moments
Part Ten:Until Then, Scream & Shout
Part Eleven:Let's Leave It At That
Part Twelve:Sick Lullabies, Chocking On Your Alibis
Part Thirteen:Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Part Thirteen: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Dueller walked over to Stephanie who looked terrible tired and as if a troll did her hair. But Dueller didn't recognized that at all, he only saw this damsel in distress, and he went to her rescue. Stephanie stand there, watching the bristle faced boy walking towards her, she twitch her head a few times. But she still stand there, in completely in a dream day mode. "Hi,I'm Dueller". She couldn't breathe, she felt as if that heavy English accent was gas that she accidentally breathe in. Any minute now she will topple over the banister and rolled down the staircase, making a complete fool of herself. Instead she looked like a blown up frog, her cheeks were puffed out and her large grown eyes seemed to completely swallow Dueller. He stared at her in amazement, was it that possible that a girl could her breath for at least 5 seconds now. Dueller, took his hands and pressed her cheeks, releasing all the gas. Stephanie smiled and looked down over the banister, "I'm Stephanie" She said, twisting her dark curls.

He smiled back at her, and placed one hand in his back pocket, he felt the cigarette packet but quickly took out his hand. He looked over the banister too, but somehow his eyes fell into Stephanie's sparkling round green eyes, she look back at his. He slowly reached for her hand, he held for a long time rubbing her knuckles. Stephanie felt herself turning red, and she felt the need to give a leak. But she couldn't, her foot felt as if someone bolted them into the ground.

Then she remembered everything, the kiss with Kathleen, her drunken mother falling flat onto her face, being in the same bed in the nude with her best guy friend, her drinking bottles of liquor and being in rehab. Everything seem to hit her in every direction whether she turned right or left. She pulled her hand and began walking backwards slowly, Stephanie wasn't sure where she was, why wasn't she out shopping? Why does she smell like fatty yogurt? Why didn't she had nay make-up on? Why is she acting like a coward? Why was she becoming the superficial Stephanie Cornell? She felt as if the world was spinning uncontrollably, she felt warm and she began sweating, she felt weak, powerless. Stephanie took her last blink of an eye and then she hit the floor.

The thump was hard against the floor, Dueller swore her head cracked against the floor. Jacob and Dueller tried to see if she'll wake up, but she didn't move. They rushed her to the hospital, no one went home that night. Dueller hung his down, he was sitting on the gray chair staring at the crumpled piece of paper. He took out his guitar and laid the crumpled paper on the other chair, he strummed a few chords and soft melody came out his curved cherry red mouth:


Trying to breathe, but you can't.
Trying to open your eyes, but everything seem to be
Not alright. Wishing you can fly away, away from the world.
The worlds are spinning now, there's nothing left around you.
Feeling like your laying on the ground, desperate to hear a sound.
Only there is nothing left around you.
Seeping into the water, only trying to breathe,
but then you go into a dark sleep.



Everything is still, everything seems to be blocked out of your mind.
Everything seems to be not alright. So what are you going to do,
so what are you going to do. . . .when here today, when gone tomorrow,
I hope I'll see you soon darling.


So what are you going to do. . . . . when you weeping on the floor, when not there
anymore. You'll still remain in my heart forever, you'll hold your peace.
Screaming Infidelities, wrung your insides, but don't worry, if there's a
hole in your heart, but am I mistaken--


"I want to see my child, I want to see my child" A lady came rushing down the hallway. The doctor made her stop right in front of Dueller. She had the same slim curved figure as Stephanie, her big green eyes deepened in her eye sockets, her pointy nose was red from the brim. Her arms hanged loosely at her sides and her fingers looked like she didn't have a single flesh on her bones. Dueller continued to strum his guitar, while taking a few glances at the woman with her arms crossed against her chest. The lady sharply turned her head at Dueller and stared him down, the looked back the exit which was glowing red even though the lights were bright. He began whispering the soft melodies, and looking up through his eyebrows slowly furrowing to anger. He knew who mother was that as soon as he heard the doctor speaking quietly to the receptionist, "But Mrs. Cornell wants to see her child, you can't ban a mother from seeing her damn child, Maureen. The child is in there, the best thing we can do is let her see her child before it's too late" the doctor looked as if he wanted to fling his notepad at the receptionist, but she seemed like the stubborn type, who is only there for the drama then go and gossip with her friends about what happen in the hospital, every single detail.



Both Dueller and Mrs. Cornell watched the doctor and receptionist bickering back and forth. "Shut up the god damn guitar, boy. This ain't no god damn club, this here is a public hospital. They ain't paying you" Mrs.Cornell said. She had a heavy southern accent but some how a New Yorker accent lay solemnly beneath it, like milk in a cow. Dueller stilled continued, "I'm not doing it for the money". Mrs.Cornell green eyes darken, and it seemed like her dark pink tank top turned red. "Oh, so your one of those rich little English boys, right? Am I right? I know I am, look at you sitting there strumming your guitar away like nothing in the world just happen, like someone ain't dead, like global warming never happen. Well, you know what, you don't belong here,you shouldn't be sitting in that seat. Look at my daughter, she ain't rich, but you know what she doesn't mind, she lives with the clothes I give, she eat the food I give her but if her father hadn't left on business trip, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be living in that dump. So why you don't you just leave boy, take your ass back to England and drink all the god damn tea you want" Mrs. Cornell said, she was walking up to him, shaking her head. Ellie and Jacob arrived running down the hallway, Kathleen trailing behind them. They were already out of breath, Ellie and Jacob clutching each other hands looking as if any one of their hands will burst open. Kathleen looked as white as a sheet, sitting next to Dueller, waiting for the news.


Stephanie's door opened and one foot came out, then the other. But it stopped, not moving anymore, there was a few whispers and Mrs.Cornell waiting intensely, her jaw line was bleeding through her tight skin. Stephanie's dark wispy curls came bouncing down the hallway, her face was brighten and she was walking towards them, smiling. She bit her lips, with her hands in her back pockets. But her smile disappeared when she saw her mother's stricken face. Duller suddenly stood up and took Stephanie by her hand and looked at with his eyes, almost saying, "Are you sure you want do this?" . Stephanie nodded her head, and let go of his hand, "She won't hurt me. Not this time". Her mother stared at her, with her eyes full to the brim with tears. She looked the other direction and saw the police officers coming down the hallway. "I'm sorry" Mrs. Cornell said, while they put on the handcuff. When Stephanie and the rest of them got home, she lead Dueller into a room. She closed the door behind her and they were in the dark facing each other. She hesitated even though all things she had done was coming back to clearly, but she looked up into his eyes, "I need it".