Memories *4*

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.*

Alex Castillo – part 2

Alex Castillo was sitting on his couch, watching a football game. His favorite team NY Giants was doing great tonight. On sunday evening, before his flight tomorrow to New York, what better he could do? Few years ago he was a player, very good one. And right now he would still be with the team, playing and not watching them, but the death of his sister Leanne changed everything. His life, his job, his existence as a happy man. Alex’s mother was Miss Puerto Rico once upon a time and he sure took from her the handsome look and the green eyes with sparkles.

Having very silent type of character, not saying much, only when needed, he was many times misunderstood by women. They all thought he don’t care, so none of them lasted for a long time near him. At the age of 35, Alex Castillo was still single, even though handsome and smart, with good job and from a very wealthy family. He would sometimes, late at night, imagine the woman who would make him fall in love crazy. He would dream about her long, black curly hair, about her eyes-light brown, warm sand color and her smile -making any life beautiful. She would love to sit next to him on the couch, while he would watch a game. They will enjoy seeing new places and travel. And most of all, she would understand his silence, because she would talk pleasantly enough for both of them. But before he finds that lovely lady, he had to finish something.

He had to send to jail the murderer of his sister. That’s why he left the football team and became a federal agent.
There was a part of him liking the job, especially in the moments when evil people will get justice. Then he would somehow feel less pain, because of Leanne’s death. Leanne was four years younger than him, she was a bright girl,
bringing joy to everyone around her. She changed when she met him – Joey Amaba- if that was his real name.
The gym instructor from the Philippines, typical playboy. Alex couldn’t understand, how come women were blind to see his real nature? What was so special about him to drive them madly in love?

The day they found Leanne dead in the bathtub with water mixed with blood and her wrists deeply cut, with a note on the bathroom floor explaining why, the police called Alex first, because he was the last one she dialed on the phone.
He came running to her flat, two blocks away from his apartment in the town of Pasadena. The way he saw her, it broke all his emotional barriers. The note was saying about her love with Joey, how much she adored him, but how he used her. Being unreasonably, strongly in love and blindly attached to him, he managed to steal all her money and not only, but most of the family money too. And after all, he dumped her, saying she is worth nothing. Leanne couldn’t stand the shame, couldn’t face the family and the mistake she made, so she ended her life.

Telling his parents was the hardest of all. The amount of pills his mother needed to get through the funeral, his father crying like a lost child- something he has never seen before … it was dramatic. Alex though didn’t plan on waiting the pain to go away. Few days after the funeral he quit the football team and found way to join the bureau. Today, seven years later, Alexis Castillo was closer to Joey Amaba than ever. The bureau got an intel that Joey was in New York and
Alex was going there hoping to complete this case and to finally get a closure.

to be continued …

"Looking out" by Derek DD on

© 2011  Broken Sparkles

Memories *3*

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.*

… She was writing again and this time the words were different, this time she wanted to share happiness. They couldn’t stay apart. It was like a dream, like a fairytale, like a celebration, or at least Bella thought it was. Blind, deaf, not able to accept anything but the moments with him, with Charlie, her Charlie.

People were talking bad about him, even Dina and Helena once told her they saw him with another woman, but she couldn’t believe it was true. Bella trusted him. And when the pregnancy test Bella did came positive, she had another prove of his devotion. The excitement in his voice, how come he could have another woman? It was impossible! Charlie couldn’t wait the doctor to confirm the news, so Bella could go and talk to her parents and he could officially ask for her hand.

Three weeks later, Bella called her mom and said she is coming to see them. Mr. and Mrs. Rico Valor were delighted with the news, their baby girl had met someone nice and there was a grand-child on its way. Isabella was supposed to stay two days in Santa Pola, but she couldn’t wait to see Charlie again, so she decided to go back a day earlier and to surprise him. But she was the one to be surprised , entering the flat, seeing clothes all over the floor, definitely not hers.

The sound of the running water in the shower, the sighs of pleasure and the view of Charlie’s naked body, holding another naked body of a woman, touching her, kissing her with care. At first it was the shock that made her go down on the floor, trying to restrict the vision, trying to convince herself, that it was just a bad joke. And then the awakening, her six senses brutally awake, showing her in slow motion all signs about how much people were right, all signs that she ignored , because it was so damn good to feel like a princess. And at last – the rage that swallowed her, feeling she will murder, the scream: “Out! Both of you out!”, which got the attention of the sinful couple in the shower.

It was a blur, a delusion what followed next. The skinny blond woman running and leaving wet traces on the black marble. Charlie apologizing and Bella pushing him away, with hatred, with disgust, nasty feelings she never felt before. The vase and the picture frames thrown after him and that traitor her heart, hoping Charlie will disappear. And when finally alone with the door locked and Charlie banging on it, begging her to let him in and explain, the tears came, the bitter ocean of tears, followed by million “Why?” and blood running down on her legs.

Bella lost the baby and with the unborn baby gone, all her dreams faded at once. The pieces of glass in between water and roses on the floor, were the only witnesses to watch her soul evaporating into the sky, the only that heard the silent promise : ” There won’t be another heart to trust and let it dance a broken tango with my scars!”

Dina was out of town that night. She was expecting a call from Bella to hear how things went in Santa Pola after the news about the baby, but when she heard the hysterically crying Bella on the phone, not able to understand a word out in between the sobbing and the quick talk, she got really worried and sent Helena to see what is going on. Helena found her friend in a way no words could describe, covered with blood, the look in her eyes, broken, empty and the only thing she could do is take Bella to the hospital. Helena has never seen Bella in such a condition, she herself was ready to cry. She tried to understand what happened, why her flat was a mess, how she lost the baby, where Charlie was and how come she was not in Santa Pola, but no luck. Bella didn’t speak until the time to leave the hospital came. And all she said was that she doesn’t want to talk about it, how Barcelona is over for her and she is going back to Santa Pola for good.

She asked them if they could go to her flat and pack a bag for her, she didn’t want to go there and live the nightmare again. The flat she bought with so much love was now contaminated and dirty. Back in Santa Pola, Bella begged her parents to just accept her back, without questions. Her mother would hear her cry late at night for months. It was tearing her apart to not know how to help her little girl, but she respected her wish and never mentioned Charlie or the baby who obviously were no longer there. One day Bella asked if she can work in the family hotel. It was the day she decided it’s time to move on. It was nice meeting new people, talking with the guests, she even found her notebook and wrote few poems. They were all about one hopeful new future and one different world, where pure love rules within. Her mother was reading the poems secretly and she couldn’t thank God enough for bringing life back to her daughter.

Bella sent some of her work to few publishing houses she found online. Many people have said to her she has a talent, so why not try to do something about it. And not much later a publishing house in New York answered her, saying they loved her work. So tomorrow the early flight she had to catch was to New York. She was so excited, she couldn’t sleep.
The celebration for her 33d birthday with her parents, the dreams about the new beginning, the ideas of the new poems she will write, it all kept her awake. She was wondering why did she remember all this tonight?
What took her to the past? Maybe this was a way to say “good bye” to all bad memories and the pain that made her loose the way to happiness, maybe it was a way to welcome tomorrow- the new, beautiful and promising tomorrow!

to be continued …

“The awakening” by ivorytowers11 on


© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Memories *2*

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.*

… after all, University had its benefits. She met her best friends there. Dina – shy and nervous girl, half Spanish, half Scottish, who was Bella’s roommate. Behind the anxious icon, Bella discovered kindness and generosity.  And Helena- noisy, colorful girl with deep sense of humor, always ready to help, to support people. The three of them made a great team. The moments together were always an adventure, a laugh that came spontaneously and understanding was part of it all.

Her first love, she met him there too. The first love that makes you stay awake at night, that makes you feel numb from the way he looks at you. He was Dina’s cousin. He came once to visit Dina and Bella remembered as it was today how he entered the room and filled the air with his masculine presence. The innocent Isabella, normally brave enough to face any situation, to make conversation out of nothing, with any kind of people, felt weak, mute and natural blush came on her cheeks. She couldn’t help it, but fall in love. It was a relationship that didn’t involve many words, because as soon as they both would be in the same room and alone, electricity would overtake their bodies and the date would always end up in bed, with her curly, black hair absolutely disheveled, because of his thirst for passion, for her young body made out of energy and smiles.

And then one day he just disappeared. Bella didn’t know what to think. At first she was sure it’s her fault. Maybe she did or said something wrong, something without thinking twice and stopping her hot temperament and spicy language to hurt him. Until Dina told her that he joined the army and he was already in Iraq. Love? Was it love at all? Why he didn’t bother to let her know himself that he is going away? She was hurt and angry, like a crippled beast in a cage. This is where Bella started writing poems, even though frustrated ,with disappointment leaking out of them, they were pretty good.

–“Uh”- Bella sighed in bed, trying to find a better position to make her fall asleep, trying to skip this part of the past.
Anyway it was long time ago and she never saw her first love again. Sometimes she would hear news about him from Dina, but only this. It was all in the past and what’s left in the past stays in the past. After him there were other men, but she never let any of them close enough, she never let her heart open, just because her date was stunningly looking.

In 1999 the university studies were over and Bella found a job in a tourist agency. Her parents said she should search for something with computers, but Bella didn’t want, this job was connected to her dream to travel. And she did …
Greece and the Acropolis, with Santorini and the sunsets. Germany and the towns built with a discipline and strictness, surrounded by perfect clean streets and parks. London and the clouds haunted by the ghosts of Henri VIII and his daughter Elizabeth. Egypt, the Pyramids and secrets of a civilization buried centuries before. And finally the time to see Paris came …

The group was supposed to leave on July 7th, but that day suicide bombers attacked one bus and three London Underground trains, which set the alarms in all airports in Western Europe and due to safety and precautions the tourist program was postponed. Bella still had to go to the airport and arrange the new dates for the flight and the hotels. She was frightened about the killed and injured people in London, feeling anxious about the world they were living in. The thoughts made her dizzy, walking in between arriving and departing passengers, she didn’t see him and accidentally run into him, stepping hardly on his foot  with one of her heels and dropping the folder with papers in her hands.

–“Are you blind? Don’t you see where do you go?” – she heard a blast of words coming out of her mouth, while she was picking up the papers from the ground. Two hands met hers and helped her with the mess on the marble floor.
And when she lifted her head, a face,  natural mixture of cocoa and milk skin, inherent for the Philippine race, stared at her with curiosity. The full lips apologized and turned into a smile. The tall, well-shaped body stood next to her and confidence filled the space between Isabella and the stranger.  She looked carefully to find any hint of arrogance, but only the scent of his body mixed with perfume, sweet aroma, tangled with spices appeared and the cast was spelled on her. The last thing she heard before the faint was his voice:–“Miss, are you alright?”

Months later when they were a couple already, he would joke with Bella, saying she fainted, because of his irresistible charm. But actually it was the exhaustion and the stress that send her falling in his hands- lifeless and pale. She was so embarrassed , waking up in a hospital bed, seeing him talking to the doctor, having so concerned a face.
–“Great”- thought Bella, as soon as she realized what has happened. –“I meet prince Charming and I faint even before introducing myself”
He stayed with her until they let her out few hours later. He drove her home , ordered her to call  at work and take some time off and then sent her to bed. The next day he called to see how Bella was and all other days that followed too. A week later he asked her out on a date. The first kiss was like … He kissed her at the very end of the date when Bella thought he won’t ever do it. It was unexpected and she felt like a lake touched by a thunder in a stormy weather. He didn’t take her to bed, he wished her good night and left her there, trembling.

Bella didn’t sleep that night, at sunrise she was still awake thinking of her prince Charming and his kiss, wondering why he left. Weeks after he confessed to Bella he didn’t sleep either, but he was so scared from the wave of feelings that came to him with the kiss, that he had to go. He told her how he tried to fight it all, but it was stronger than him, so three days later he rang the bell on her door and when Bella opened … there wasn’t talking, only hands pushing the front door and fast breathing, adrenaline, lips touching and loving her lips. There wasn’t elegance or moral, just love, fierce and them.

Bella was so sure that this is the beginning of always, her always . When he fell asleep next to her that night, she found her notebook with poems and wrote:

I’m dreaming dreams again, I feel alive, I breathe
It’s time to fill my glass with finest French champagne
And drink in celebration to this final new beginning
The nights so dark and lonely I will kiss “good bye”
The days so empty and meaningless I will put aside
Because this world was built for you and me to meet
And so does love and passion meant for us to be

to be continued …

“Pastel couple” by bazzathe on


© 2011  Broken Sparkles