Because of Him

James Neal and I could have been something beautiful.
James Neal and I could have been a complete power couple.
James Neal and I could have conquered the world together.
James Neal and I could have been perfect.
James Neal and I could have made one another strong.
James Neal and I could have been happy.

James Neal and I didn’t have the chance to show our love for each other.

Our moment was taken away far to quickly. It was snatched away before we had the chance to do anything about it.

But James Neal was a fighter. James Neal knew I loved him.

It all started on the night of Thanksgiving 2010. He sat across the table from me as I ate my thanksgiving turkey gracefully. My back was up straight against my chair, never once slouching my shoulders. I had looked at him before. I had seen him before. But it wasn’t until both our eyes locked that I knew he was something else. His smug smile spread across his lips as he knew how entranced I was with him. He had brown, long hair that flicked up at the bottom, and the tiniest bit of slightly orange facial hair. His eyes were the perfect mix of green and blue, but as I looked at them closely they seemed a lot bluer. He had tattoos. I could tell as i could slightly see them peeking out from the bottom of his dark navy blue button up dress shirt. Half his lip curled upwards as he saw me blush and look away as I looked at every detail of him. His big blue green eyes bore into my skin. Although I looked away, he hadn’t.
“So Evelyn. You have been studying law in college for some years?” The women said to me.
“Yes ma’am. I had just graduated from college last year.” I replied sweetly.
“She is going to take over her fathers work soon, aren’t you sweetie?” My mother asked, giving me a cold smile.
“Yes, I will be starting to work for him once everything has been settled in the Pittsburgh office.”
He looked at me again. Raising his eyebrow this time. I looked away. He kicked my foot from under the table and my head snapped to him. He was wearing that devilish smile. I started to smile but hid it quickly and answered the next few questions directed at me. The topic was shortly changed and everyone’s eyes that were once on me, were now on him.
“And James has been traded to Pittsburgh from Dallas I believe?” My father asked.
So now I was able to put a name to his face. James. I liked it.
“Yes Sir. I am very happy to be here.” He answered, still grinning.
“Well, we are very fortunate to have you here James.”
My father was a multi millionaire. He had completely brought out a AHL hockey team named the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins and a very large portion of a hockey team named the Pittsburgh Penguins, co-owning the team with a man named Mario Lemieux, the man who sat with his wife next to James on the other side of the table from my mother, father and I.
My fathers name was Nathan Johnson and my mother was Lydia Johnson and i was Evelyn Delilah Johnson. I was an average looking women. I wasn’t beautiful and I wasn’t ugly. I was just average. My mother on the other hand was absolutely stunning. She has short sand blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was around 48 years old but looked in her late 20s. My father had brown hair and blue eyes also and they both had a gorgeous glowing tan. If my last name weren’t Johnson people would really question why I was around them so much. I looked nothing like the pair.
I had brunette hair that just reached my belly button and was naturally a wavy texture. My eyes were a weird color. They were a light grey as the grew closer to the pupil of my eye and a dark grey on the outer edges. My skin was also very pale. The only thing I liked about myself was my figure and my lips. I was skinny but not underweight and I was neither short nor tall. I reached about 5”9 without heels on. My lips were big and full and were a natural pink color. My skin was natural, although my mother always insisted I wear makeup.
After leaving the table, my parents and I went back to our house. It was the typical million-dollar house that everyone wished they could live in. The staircase wrapped up the center of the house revealing the second story. The walls freshly painted and everything was spotlessly clean. Maids walked around cleaning various pieces of furniture that had no purpose but be put on display. The house was brand new and sat on a large 5 acres with neatly cut hedges and gardeners continually cleaning and picking at the garden. A large wall with a big iron gate surrounded the property, which isolated it from the rest of the world.
This was nothing new to me. I didn’t expect a normal size house in a normal area when we moved to Pittsburgh. When we lived in LA I loved it and thought it was absolutely beautiful, but moving to Pittsburgh was something I was happy about.

I lay in bed that night starring at the starch white celling. My bed was overly big and far too spacious. I liked to feel cozy, but that just wasn’t possible. From my bed you could see the view of the surrounding paddocks of bright green grass, and at nighttime the stars brightly scattered the sky. I lay on my bed for about 2 hours ever since I moved here. I couldn’t sleep properly and never new why. Some nights I would sit on the balcony under the starlight dreaming of a big adventure. A adventure past the walls of my house. A adventure past the walls of my parents. A adventure past the walls of the life I lived. This night was strangely different. As I lay in my bed I felt cozy in my far too big bed. I felt a sense of warmth in my heart, somewhere I wasn’t used to having this sort of feeling. I closed my eyes and kept them shut until darkness from outside my window filled my eyes into a deep slumber. I slept because I felt happy. I couldn’t help but think of the cause of this unknown happiness and incredibly invincible feeling. The feeling were I thought I could be something more then what my parents expected of me. The feeling were I thought that I could do anything that I wanted. The feeling were I thought I could jump down from the two-story balcony and over the walls unto the world I didn’t know of as of yet.

The feeling was because of him. And I loved it.

Notes

New story! Let me know if you want me to right more! Have a really good plan for this story just need the support to continue