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Josette Shakespeare
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10-07-2009, 04:49 PM
She sat alone in the tan room next to the back stairs leading to her loft. Her green eyes watched her hands as they flew along the key board. Her long blond hair flowed down her back. She glance at the alarm clock next to the monitor. Last time she looked, it had been 7:00 P.M. but it now read 1:33 A.M. She had been doing what she loved. Writing. Her mom would check to make sure she was in bed at 2 o’clock. She had twenty-seven minutes. Her phone beeped and she jumped. It was a text from her best friend and crush. He had text her wanting to make sure she was awake. Every night at 3:30 A.M., he came over to hang out and draw. He was a very talented artist and loved to draw her.
It was Christmas break so she did not have school in the morning and no homework to do, not like she ever did it any way. The clock now read 1:54 A.M. She turned off the monitor so it would look like she wasn’t on it and ran quietly up to her bedroom. She could hear her mother’s footsteps on the hard wood floor as she walked to the front stairs and up to her room. She flipped off her bedside lamp and through the covers over jeans and tank top. Her door opened slowly letting the hall light slip into the room. Once the light fell on her face the door snapped shut silently. After five minutes, to make sure her mother was back upstairs in her been, she slipped back into the tan room and turned back on the monitor. Her sixty five-page story popped onto the screen.
She had been working of over a week on this story and wasn’t about to let it stop. It was about her secret romance with her best friend. He hasn’t read it yet but she wanted him to when she was done. The tan room was plastered in drawings of her on the computer and lying in the bed that would soon not be there. Her friend had been coming over for close to a year now every night at 3:30 A.M. They stay up until around 5 when her mom gets up at 6:30. She sleeps from 5:00 until about 8:30 then she would get up and get ready for school that starts at nine. Her computer loaded down with music for over the years and pictures from the time she was a baby to the present day. She had just gotten a new computer, but it wasn’t set up yet and the computer person had to come transfer all the files over. Her new Dell was still in the box.
Page sixty-five came and went fast. She was now on almost eighty-nine. Her friend was almost outside. He was early tonight. It was only 3:15. She saved and closed out of her story. She opened the story her friend had seen her working on of the almost year he had been coming over. Now on page 409. She ran to the emergency window right outside her workroom. She started to open it right as her friend climbed the fire escape. He was holding a new sketchbook, having finished off his last one the night before, and a bag of her favorite chocolate bears. She gave him a quick hug then led him into her office.
"My god Storm, how long are you going to make this story?" The girls’ friend asked sitting down on the small bed next to the computer.
"I don’t know Dallas. I kind of want to make it long and maybe publish it. You liked it so far so maybe I could go somewhere with it. I mean I still need help with a title. But that normally comes last any way. Now get to drawing, and hand me my chocolate." Storm closed the door and sat back down at the computer. She re-read what she had last typed about the young girl and her father being chased by her mother. Her mother was crazy was trying to kill her family. The young girls name was Alex, her father was Mike, and mother was Taylor. She ate a chocolate bear and then stared typing. Her fingers were moving faster and faster every day.
Dallas opened his new sketchbook to the first page. He loved the smell of new paper. He pulled a small pencil out of his pocket and started drawing. He would soon need a new sketching pencil, which Storm kept a box of in her desk drawer. Page 409 didn't last long as the words flowed onto the screen. Dallas started to draw Storms eyes. He loved them about her, although he would never tell her that. She just thought he liked drawing eyes. He almost never colored his pictures; he liked the black and white look to much. Her eyes glued to her hands, almost never looking at the screen. She didn’t have to. She knew when she made a mistake. She paused only to turn on some light music. Soon enough "Weekend Warriors" by A Change of Pace quietly played out of the computer speakers. Dallas rolling his eyes, he had to listen to this song every night since Storm fell in love with it.
"Storm, do you ever think of what you might be doing after high school?" Dallas asked slowly. He had just graduated the year before and she was a junior. He was about to start college in January at the local community college.
"You know I want to be a cop, and write, and dance, and wow. I guess I never stopped to think what my major goal was." She stopped typing and put her hands in her lap. She stared at the brick wall in front of her. Her eyes catching on a picture of her talking on her phone. Dallas had drawn that one just a few nights before and it was one of her favorites. She couldn't believe that she hadn’t thought about it before that night. She was dance captain with her best girlfriend Sami as her co-captain. Her writing was improving as the days went on and she was getting all A's in her Criminal Justice classes. Although she went to therapy, she was very smart and very talented.
"I think you could get your stories published in a heart beat. Ask around school. Half the school has read some of your stuff online plus your amazing poems that you put in each newsletter. Babe you could go far with that mind of yours. Plus, I might have asked a friend of mine, who works in a publishing building, to read one of your stories. And she said she would just get her one within the next few weeks and she will read it over." Dallas who was still sketching while she was talking finally put down his pencil and looked at her. He gave an evil grin and laughed. Strom was frozen in place. She almost couldn’t breath. This could be her big break. Now she only needed to pick one of her stories to send out. The clock read 4:00 A.M.
"Dallas, please tell me you’re joking." She turned and looked at him He was still smiling. "Oh my god Dallas, What story am I going to do? You’re crazy, you know that right? Oh my god, Thank you!" Storm jumped up and tackled him. She gave him a big hug. They were lying on the bed the sketchbook tossed aside along with the pencil. They laid there until the clock read 4:53 A.M.
"I need to go soon Storm, Storm?" Dallas looked down; Storm had fallen asleep in his arms. He easily picked her up and carried her into her pink and green bedroom. He went back into Storms office and started to clean up their mess. His sketchbook and pencil was set by the window while he went, saved her story, and shut off the monitor. He made the bed, took her phone into her room, and plugged it into the charger. He shut off all the lights then slipped out the window into the night.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
Last edited by Bookbreath; 02-13-2010 at 08:02 PM..
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Josette Shakespeare
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10-30-2009, 03:12 PM
Its not done but thats all I could find. Hoping to see if its even worth going on with it.
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I tried to keep my mind on math while trying NOT to think about our fight. The fractions my geometry teacher was talking about went in one ear and out the other. I couldn't wait for next hour so I could text him, and talk things out. My homework was not going to get done this way. So I pushed my glasses up one more time attempting to catch something she was talking about. I glanced around the room to find I was not the only one not paying attention.
Jimmie Corcoran was asleep two desks to my right and a few desks in front of him, that new girl, Shayla, was checking her makeup in a handheld mirror. Her "stalker," as we call him, Damon Either was drooling over the back of her head right before the bell rang, the principle walked in making everyone sit back down. I, like many others, complained and slumped back in my chair. His black slowly balding head shown in the florescent light.
"Excuse me, but we need all of juniors to go to the gym. This is very important." His monotone voice died off in the silence and he turned on the back of his black Loafers and walked out. I smiled to myself thinking that is didn't have to go to my stupid homeroom. Eight of the twenty-seven students stood up and walked out of the room into the crowded hallways of our school. My friend Jordan came up behind me as we slowly walked into the gymnasium. We sat down in the back row with our friend Sam who also had no idea what this could be about.
When the last person sat down, the all the doors closed and all the lights went off. A few screams echoed around and Sam jumped. The top spot light came straight down to the middle of the gym floor to the picture of out mighty Giants. The room went silent again and two more spot lights turned on the free throw lines on each side of the court. A short girl with her head down and a mic. in her right hand stepped into the light on the right side, and a boy who looked like he just got into college stepped into the far left. His head was also down and a mic. in his left hand. A few whispers erupted and a tall kid with shaggy brown hair stepped into the middle with his head down.
The shorter man lifted his mic. "My name is Cory, and I am a travailing speaker. Today we are going to talk about acceptance." His bright blue eyes scanned through the darkness. The middle boy lifted his head and brought his mic. up.
"My name is Alex, and I'm a travailing speaker. Today we are going to talk about love." The girl slowly lifted her head, her hand shaking as she brought up her mic.
"My name is Sarah, and I'm as travailing speaker. Today we are going to talk about..." she let her words drift around in the darkness of the room. "Abuse." And at that word the lights snapped on to show a projector and a big grey sheet with the words "I AM ONE" spray painted in big black letters. The spot lights turned off one by one as the three came together in one group.
Cory turned on the projector and grabbed a small controller off the stand. I leaned over towards Jordan. "Why do I have the feeling we are not going to have classes the rest of the day?" His only answer was a shrug.
I don't think a single person paid attention that day at school. But we all had to sign that big sheet and now its hanging up in the hall way. My boyfriend left me, and I slowly got over him. Now seven weeks later. I'm dating Jordan, even though hes kind of a dork, hes funny and makes me laugh. One day, I hope my ex and I can be friends again, but as for now, we don't even talk. He was always the angry type, and jealous. Oh well, life goes on. The only thing I remember from that day those three speakers came, was that girl talking about how she had an abusive father, and abusive boyfriend that she couldn't get away from. Not many people cried but she sure did. Jordan fell asleep on my shoulder and someone took a picture of it and plastered it all over Facebook. That's why he broke up with me.
My real story takes place a few days after a big bomb threat we had at school. Everyone was taken to this shelter by the police station during second hour. I guess someone called the school saying that they had planted a bomb in one of the air vents and it was going to blow at noon on that day.
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Josette Shakespeare
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10-30-2009, 03:14 PM
"So, have you decided what story you are going to send in yet?" Dallas asked as they walked into Wal-Mart. They always went right to the school supplies to either get drawing stuff or writing stuff. Today they were getting both. Strom needed notepads and pencils and Dallas needed new erasers. It had been almost a week since Dallas told her the good news. "Remember she wants it soon."
"I have it narrowed down to two stories. The vampire one that’s like only 298 pages or the Historical fiction the one about World War II. You know the one where the young girl’s parents are killed and she is forced to live with strangers the rest of her life." Strom picked up a pack of number 2 mechanical pencils and four red notebooks. Now all she needed was printer paper and black ink. Dallas had already grabbed erasers. He wanted to get some new books to read before Storms book was published; sometime they hoped would be soon.
"I like the vampire one. The charts are saying that vampires are in. So I would push that one. Plus, not many people like historical fiction. Come on lets go get your paper and ink then we can go to the book store and see what’s hot there." Dallas practically pulled Storm to the computer accessories. He really wanted to get some books.
Once out of the store Storm put her bag in the back seat of her truck along with Dallas's stuff. Dallas was almost half way to the bookstore by the time she got everything put away and her doors locked again. They were both geeks when it came to books. No one knew about Dallas's obsession with books only because they feared him. He had dark almost purple eyes, shaggy black hair and had his lip pierce. Storm had talked him into it at the beginning of the year right before she got hers done.
The two looked for over an hour in the large bookstore walking away with around seven books each. Storm had gotten the Twilight books and some books by a small town writer who sold his books himself to bookstores. Dallas had gotten the small town writers books too, along with a new sketching improvement book and two fiction-writing books that he planned on giving Storm for Christmas. It was only a few days away.
The drive back to Dallas's house was not a quiet one. They talked about the cover page of Storm's book, and how Dallas had to draw it. He was there through the whole writing process and knew how she felt while writing it. He was to draw the main character standing alone in the woods where most of the story takes place. He would be wearing a long dark red robe with his long blond hair hung over his face hiding it from view. Dallas was starting to sketch some ideas down when they pulled up to his house. There was a strange black car in the driveway. It was an old black mustang convertible with the white top up. It had been well taken care of.
"Um, I don’t know that car, and I wasn’t expecting anyone, were you?" Dallas turned to Storm hoping she knew who it would be. She shook her head. Dallas lived alone with his dog Paco and cat Johnny. "Well let’s go find out."
"Go ahead, I'll stay here and when I see blood spray on the windows I will call the cops, Kay?" Storm laughed. He knew she was kidding but they both kept their phones out and ready to call for help. They slowly walked through the thin layer of snow on the grown up to Dallas's front door. He turned the knob and slowly pushed it open. The kitchen light was on. The house was normally dark because Dallas liked to keep the shades closed. They walked carefully towards the lit room. Dallas was the first to see the man standing at the counter looking out the window.
"Hi Dallas, I was wondering when you were going to come home. Hello Storm." The man turned around.
"Father Jacobson, you scarred us. We thought someone was going to kill us or something." Storm laughed and sat down in one of the chairs at the island. She looked down at the light blue counter top.
"No, No, just me. I was hoping I could talk you two into coming to church on Sunday and helping with the little kids. Our normal teacher went on vacation and we haven't been able to find any good teenagers to help." Dallas sat next to Strom and motioned for Father Jacobson to sit across from them.
"Well I know I would love to. I love kids, you know that Father," Storm sat up straight. Storm used to volunteer at the kids center next to the church until she became a cheerleader.
"I will too. Kids are who I want to help in the hospitals when I get done with school." Dallas took Storm's hand under the counter away form Father's view. Her heart almost jumped out of her heart. She hoped Father didn’t see her eyes brighten.
"Great. Well, I best be going. I'm sure you guys are very busy. Plus I hear Miss Storm is getting a story looked at by a publishing company one of these days and I'm sure you want to work on it." Father Jacobson gave Storm a little wink then stood up. "I'll pray all goes well for you." and he was gone. The two looked at each other then started laughing as soon as they heard Father's car start and drive off.
"Well so much for the killer. How about I make some coffee." Dallas said standing up still holding onto Storms hand. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He knew he wanted them to be together but didn’t know how she felt about him. She didn’t pull her hand away when he took it and he swore he could see a small smile.
"Coffee sounds good. A lot of sugar?" She smiled. He knew how she liked her coffee. He made it for her every Saturday morning and Friday evening. Today was Tuesday, but they didn’t care. Coffee was good any day of the week. They continued to stand there looking at each other still holding hands. Dallas's phone beeped and they broke from their trance.
"Um yeah, coffee. Text from Kyle. He's going to come over and help paint that room today. You wanna help?" He pulled his hand way and went to the coffee maker.
"Um, sure. What color are you painting it?" She sat back in her chair trying not to smile. She really liked him, but she didn’t know how he felt. He must like me if he held my hand and sat there for like ever and not looking away from my eyes. She thought to her self. We have been friends since I was in the 8th grade. There hast to be something between us. So many people ask me if we are together, we might as well be.
"Well Miss Storm, how about we paint it a light green blue with your name in script along one wall. Seeing how that’s going to be your room when you move in with me this summer." He winked at her. She looked surprised. She didn’t know about moving in with him. This had to be a joke. "The letters can be pink. And we will get you a big bed and a dresser to match."
"You’re joking right? Who said I was moving in with you this summer?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t know what he was planning but it was starting to scare her.
"I did. When you turn 18, I want you to move in. And seeing how that is this summer that's when you’re moving in. So I would start packing if I were you." He winked at her. He now knew that she had some kind of feelings for him so he wanted to use it as best that he could by having her move in. Kyle knew that she liked him and that he liked her and he was the one to give Dallas the idea to have her move in. Since he had two other bedrooms, why not?
"Oh really, and what makes you think I want to move in? Huh?" She laughed. Oh my god, he wants me to move in with him. This is amazing. What am I going to tell Sami, she wanted to get a house and go to college? She is going to be heart broken, plus she really doesn’t like Dallas. "And what will my mom think? You know what she thinks about me staying the night here, let alone living here."
"Oh your mom loves me. I’ll talk to her. It's your dad I'm worried about. I don’t want him like tracking me down and like killing me or something. I know he doesn't like me, and probably never will." He handed Storm a cup off coffee and the sugar bowl. She always likes a lot of sugar in her coffee. She almost lives off coffee and sugar. Her new favorite drink was Monster. Her mom didn’t like her drinking it but she didn’t care. It was her life, she was 17, and she was going to live it up.
The doorbell rang. It was Kyle. He came in with tree gallons of paint and some brushes. They went straight us to the second biggest bedroom right next to Dallas's. Dallas had already lain out sheets on the dark almost black carpet. "Storm Bringer" was stenciled out across the far wall. Along with the titles of some of her favorite poems and stories, she had written. They started right away painting the green. They would come back later and do the pink.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
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Josette Shakespeare
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10-30-2009, 03:15 PM
Chapter 3
The house smelled of chicken as the young couple set the table for two. The meal, fried chicken and French fries. The reason for the night was it was the night the young man was going to ask the 17-year-old girl to go steady with him. They had been friends for years and ever since they met, he had a crush on her. She felt the same way. They never told each other. The table was set with the boys finest plates, that had pictures he had painted on them, small wine glasses he had borrowed from his neighbor filled with Monster, and his mother’s silver. He had lit a candle sitting in the middle of the table and turned down the lights.
"Dallas you have out done yourself once again." Storm sat down at the table across from him. She looked at her favorite meal in front of her. The man of her dreams lightly touched her hand, they both smiled.
"Well it’s not every day the most beautiful girl in the world gets her first, and hopefully not last, book published. And it’s not every day that the wonderful girl gets asked out by the best guy in the world." He smiled. He had been dying to do that for years and now that he had finally done it, he couldn’t stop smiling. His heart raced as he awaited the answer.
"Dallas stop giving me surprises all clumped together. My book got published?!?" She looked surprised. She hadn’t known and didn’t think it would happen. She knew not to get her hopes up. "And yes I’ll go out with you, now back to my story, I mean book!"
"Yes, it got published. Jordan Timken the company’s reporter is going to come here tomorrow to talk to you and hopefully get your picture for the back page. On Monday we are going down to the office to fill out the copy right stuff and write your dedication." He smiled. He couldn't believe she said yes to him. It was the best day of his life. His best friend became his girlfriend, and his girlfriend published a book.
"Oh my god, who am I going to delicate my book to? What am I going to wear? Do you have the cover drawn out? What if people don’t but it? What if…" She was cut off.
"Breath, Hun. I'm sure you will figure it all out. And I'm sure a lot of people will buy it, it’s a great story. Yes, I have the cover drawn out. I already sent it to them. As for your dedication, I'm sure you will find someone you want to delicate your hard work to." He smiled again. He still couldn't believe she said yes.
As the night went on the two worked on Storm's new room making it perfect for her move in just a few months. She now had a big white four-poster bed and a white dresser to match. Her mother was letting her stay the night more and more. She already had most her cloths, books there, and had her new computer stet up on her new rollaway desk in her new room. She thought she might as well just move in but her dad would freak. He didn’t even live with her but he still tried to control her. She met him only five times in the last year. He traveled a lot and didn’t have much tie for his daughter and son.
Dallas tried to convince her dad that she would be fine and that a lot of kids move out at 17. He did. She had a job, she just published a book, and she is a straight A student. No one understood what was going on in Storm's fathers head. Storm was the child everyone wanted. She even took care of her dog Bentley. Her dog was inspiration for some of her short stories. In one, her dog got killed when someone broke into her house and another where he saved the world by ripping off a timer box from a bomb.
"You going to stay tonight, babe?" Dallas asked wrapping his arms around her waist as they stood looking at Storms now almost complete room. All they needed was the rest of her books and cloths and she would be moved in.
"Do you want me to? Cause I could just stay at home, it's no problem." She turned around in his arms and looked him in the eyes. They had the same light in them as they did when he first looked at her those almost four years ago at school. She had just moved there and she had gotten lost and ended up by the art building when she needed to be on the other side of campus for Creative Writing. He had helped her find her way back and managed to slip his cell phone number in her books that he helped her carry. She was having trouble with her locker so she was just carrying everything with her to each class. He couldn't help but laugh at her as she struggled to find each class. The campus was confusing but people got it within a few hours, but not Storm. It took her close to three weeks to get it down even with the help of maps and people telling her where to go.
"I want you to. It feels like forever since you last stayed. I mean come on I miss my baby." Dallas kissed Storm's nose softly. She giggled and grabbed her phone off the table next to her bedroom door. Storm text her mother saying she was staying the night and would see her tomorrow after school. It had been three months since Dallas asked her to live with him when she turned 18. She had just published a book a month after that. Storm was now more popular at school with a best selling book out. The money she made from her book half went to college and half went to her house with Dallas.
"Done, I'm staying. I think I'm going to fully move in this weekend. I have it off so we could spend some time together." She kissed his cheek and broke his grasp around her waist. Storm went over and lay down on her bed. She hadn't stayed there for a week so it was weird to lie down in it again. Dallas soon joined her. He looked into her green eyes only inches away from his. He smiled. "What?"
"Nothing, just happy I guess. I mean with us. And you moving in, and us being together after so long. Just happy." He smiled again looking down at their hands linked together. They sat in the silence of Storm's room for over an hour before their rumbling stomachs got their attention. They raced down to the kitchen where Dallas made them hamburgers and French fries on the grey and chrome stove. Storm got two Monsters out of the black fridge. While they ate their food and drank their Monster, they talked about how they met and how they used to hang out running around town until three or four in the morning hiding from cars that would drive by. Once they finished they went back up to Storms room and sat just like they did before. Not saying any thing just looking into each other’s eyes and holding hands.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
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10-30-2009, 03:19 PM
~Chapter 4~
"Well, I guess he has taken care of you. You have a nice house." Storm's dad said as he walked through the house with his daughter and her boyfriend right behind him. He stopped hard right behind her bedroom door. "And this room is?"
"My room. We do have separate rooms, Dad." She said with sharpness in her voice. Her dad had invited him self over demanding to see the house that her daughters "kidnaper" had made into her home. "Dad, I’m really happy with my home and I wish you would be a little more supportive of me. My God, Dad, mom didn’t do this. She loves and trusts Dallas, why cant you?"
"Because you’re my baby girl and I don’t want any thing to happen to you, I mean I know I wasn’t really there for a while but I'm here now and I want you to be taken care of." He opened the door to Storm's green, pink, and white bedroom. He grunted then walked on. He didn't look too happy as he walked to the next white door covered in stickers and posters with a sign that said "Dallas's Room Enter If You Dare." And without hesitation he opened the door and took a quick look at the dark clean poster covered room.
"Dad, its okay, you don’t have to like Dallas or where we live, I love him and that’s all that matters now. And if you don’t trust us to make good decisions then you can just leave. We don’t need your crap. We are happy with our lives." Storm stood up straight. Her dad hadn’t been around for the twelve main years of her life so why should he be here now. She held back the tears. This was the first time she had stood up to her dad and she was glad she did. Her dad looked down at the dark grey carpet that Dallas stressed to keep clean.
"I didn’t know you felt like this Hun, I thought you liked the wings I held you under these last few years. I didn’t know you were trying to break free. I realize I wasn’t there, but I am now, why can’t you just stay little forever, I mean your only 17." Storm and Dallas both saw the tear fall onto the floor. Storm felt bad for saying what she did but it had to be said. Storms heart started beating faster and faster the more she saw her father sitting there heart broken. The longer they stood there the less she could breath. Before anyone knew what was going on, Storm was down on the floor hyperventilating. She blacked out.
"Storm, please wake up baby, please. Baby, please." Dallas was knelt beside Storms hospital bed. Tears were running down his face. He couldn't believe the love of his life was lying in a hospital bed. The doctor had come in a few minutes earlier to tell him that she had a very bad panic attack and would have to stay in the hospital for a few days after she woke up, if she woke up. The panic attack strained her heart so bad that she almost had a heart attack.
"Dallas, go home and take a shower, we will call you if she wakes up." Eva, Storms mother said as she sat down on a chair on the other side of the bed. "The doctor said she wont wake up for a few more hours yet. She's going to be fine. Trust me." She took her daughters hand and kissed it lightly.
"I don’t care. I don’t want to leave her side. What if she gets worse and I’m not here. What happens then? I'll feel like shit and I don’t want her to wake up without me here." He started to cry again. He never once let go of the girl with the green eyes hand. Even though he couldn’t see them, he knew they were crying out to him. Even in her sleeping state, he knew she didn’t want him to leave her side. Her hair was matted down around her face and her make was almost all wiped off. Her Hollister T-shirt and Lucky jeans had been replaced by a pale pink hospital gown. Grey sheets lay limply over her body as her two closest people sat at her sides.
"Dallas, listen to me, you need some rest. I promise you will be the first called if she wakes up. The doctor said she would be just fine. Now please, go take a shower and a nap. I promise she will be fine." She looked into his blue eyes. Eva lightly touched his hand with her hand that wasn’t holding her daughters. She loved Dallas to death and didn’t want him there when Storms father got there. She knew he would blame Dallas for what happened.
"Maybe just a quick shower. You have my cell and home number?" He asked slowly standing up. He really didn’t want to leave his loves side but he knew Eva knew best. He started to walk slowly towards the open steal door not waiting for and answer. He knew she had it. His drive home was long. He sat under the hot water of the shower for almost an hour before he was almost too tired to stand. He thought that maybe a quick nap before he went back to the hospital would be good. Storm had gone there and one in the afternoon and it was not almost 10:30 at night.
When he woke up it was almost 3:00 A.M. He practically few out of Storms bed where he had fallen asleep. He ran to his bedroom and through on some cloths and checked his phones. No calls. As he was running to his car, his cell began to vibrate.
"Hello… Hi Miss Bringer… She is… Okay, I'll be right there." He closed his phone and started his car. He raced as fast as he dared across town to the hospital. His blue car pulled up next to Storm's dad's truck and flew open the door missing the truck by inches.
"What the hell are you doing here?" James asked putting out his cigarette on the hospital sidewalk. "You’re the reason my daughters in there right now. She could have died and it’s all because of you."
"I didn’t do shit, you’re the one that invited yourself over to my house just to rag on me because your daughter would rather live with me then you. Eva told me you have wanted Storm to move in with you ever since you came back to her life. You’re the one pressing a relationship with a girl you abandoned for twelve whole years. You didn’t watch her grow up; you didn’t watch her become a talented writer. I did. I've known her ever since the 8th grade. You just met her last year." Dallas was almost crying as he yelled at his girlfriends’ father.
"Are you saying this is my fault? I didn’t do shit. I wanted to see where my daughter moved to. You’re the jackass the pressured her into moving. She could have stayed with her mom until she graduated then gotten a house with her best friend while she went to college. But no you had to mess that up." James started to shake. A few hospital staff came out into the cold to separate the two. Dallas was escorted inside where Eva was waiting for him. James took off into the night squealing his tires as he left the stop light outside the parking lot.
~Chapter 5~
By the time Storm got out of the hospital her dad was half way to Texas. He was planning to get as far away from his "ungrateful daughter", as he called her, and her "dead beat boyfriend. He didn't want to be a father to begin with but when Storm was born he didn't know what to do. He just took off one day when she was four and sometimes would send a random card for her birthday. They were never on the right date. She grew up with her foster sister, Kimmi, who was a year younger than she was. They adopted her when Kimmi was eight and Storm was nine. Kimmi's mother was killed by her father when she was only three, and shortly after Storm's father split they brought her in.
James thought about the past years where he only paid attention to Storm when he was trying to control her life. He would drift out of the picture for a few months then try to make Storm his best friend. He never cared much for Kimmi, sure, he thought she looked right with his ex wife and daughter, but never really liked her. He thought how he could have been around more to see his little girl grow up, but quickly discarded the idea.
"Her mother would have told me if she wanted me around," He spoke quickly to himself. "Plus, I didn't want to adopt that Kimmi girl anyway. That was all the Evil Eva's idea." He kept driving until he saw a small motel with a vacancy sign out. It was nearing eleven P.M. and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Once he had checked into his room and lay down on his queen bed he pulled out his cell phone and text hi ex wife, telling her where he was and that he wasn't coming back. He turned off his phone and slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep under the pale green covers.
"Are you sure he said he wasn't coming home?" Storm asked her mom for the fifth time since they got home on that Sunday afternoon. She was dismissed from school because no one wanted to have her back in the hospital again.
"Yes baby, he said he was going to Texas and never coming back." She rested her hand on her daughters arm trying to calm her down.
"Does this mean Kimmi gets to come home? I know she hates it at her grandmothers." Storm looked up at her mom from her bed at her mother's house. She looked like a little girl who was both sick and sad. Her green eyes watching her mothers blue ones looking for answers. She missed her little sister and knew she couldn't handle her grandmothers much more. Storm's father didn't like Kimmi so when ever he came Kimmi would go visit her grandmother until James left.
"Yes, Kimmi gets to come home. I know Nana Jean isn't the greatest woman in the world, but we need to thank her for taking Kimmi when ever your father comes around." She picked up her cell phone and quickly went through her contacts until she found her daughters Nana. "You call her, she likes you more."
"Oh be a woman mom. You can do it your self." She pushed her mother's cell phone back towards her mom. She laughed as her mother pushed send. She explained to Nana Jean that it was okay that Kimmi came home and that they would be there in about an hour to get her. Storm could hear Kimmis' grandma yelling at her mom that she didn't need to keep shipping her there every time the "unwanted" was in town. Kimmi was a strong young girl and could handle herself. Once they had hung up, Storm slowly started getting up to go get her sister. It was a long drive so she grabbed her Zune and Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. She had just ordered it about a week ago and was happy to finally be able to start reading it.
The trip went by fast. She had gotten through the first three chapters before they had gotten home. Kimmi was happy to finally get home. While she was unpacking her bag, she found a letter stuck in between two pairs of jeans. It had her grandmothers writing on the envelope.
Kimmi,
I know you never really knew your parents, but I'm glad you got to know me. I never told you something. You have an older brother. His name is Mason. He is around three years older than you are. He was adopted shortly after you were born. I don't know the reason your parents gave him up, he is a very great guy and I hope you will get to meet him soon. Enclosed is a picture of him along with his address and his cell phone number. I told him about you about a week before you came and stayed with me. I hope ya'll get along. Love you so much.
Gran
"STORM, MOM," she yelled at the top of her lungs from her room. She set down the letter on the desk and looked at the picture of her brother. His chin length black hair was set in an emo cut just barely showing his bright grassy green eyes. He had a hansom face and they looked so much alike. They both look like their mom with darker skin and black hair. Kimmi had her fathers eyes but this Mason must get his from their mother.
"What is it, baby?" Eva said running in to her youngest daughters' room.
"I have a brother." She didn't look up from his picture. She said it in a mono toned voice not knowing what to think.
"A what?" Storm asked slowly walking into the room. Her body still not strong enough to walk to fast.
"A brother." She said again handing her mom the picture. "My Gran slipped this letter into my bag telling me I had a brother. His name is Mason and he's three years older than me." She set the letter her sister's hands.
"Well there's a number here. Maybe you should call him. Only if you want to, Kimmi. Maybe he wants to talk." They all sat in silence. Kimmi didn't know what to do. She could hardly move let alone call someone she never knew existed for the last sixteen years. Kimmi sat down on her bed just staring at the floor. Storms phone began to ring almost twenty minutes after Kimmi read her letter. "Hello?"
"Is this Storm?" The unknown man asked on the other end of the line.
"Yes, may I ask who this is?" She asked sitting down slowly on her little sisters bed.
"This is Doctor Jason. We found something on one of your tests we need to check into farther. And I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming back down to the hospital for a few more tests."
"Um, yeah, I guess I could. Is it bad?"
"We hope not. We think you might have either a sist or it might be cancer on the inside of your stomach. We will have to run more tests to find out what it is, but the sooner you come the better.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
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10-30-2009, 04:38 PM
Hi Bookbreath. :D
I've merged the two short story threads you've made into one, as we prefer that you only have one thread for your work in each forum and subforum. :D
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11-05-2009, 04:03 PM
Ok Thank you.
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Josette Shakespeare
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02-01-2010, 06:24 PM
December 10th...
I sat in my class typing on the ancient laptop I was forced to use for my class work. The keys were sticky and the screen was covered in fingerprints from years of use. I was glad I only had a few weeks left of my high school career. Not to long after I graduated I was being whisked off to college. My graduation day was May 16th, the day I started college was June first. I couldn't wait to get out of this town. My new personal laptop was waiting on my counter for me, having just arrived that day. Before I knew anything was happening my laptop screen went bright red. I was no where near being done with my fourteen page story on a peasant back in the age of king Arther and that crappy HP got a virus. The last time I had saved was three pages ago and now I was about to lose everything. I started typing every counter code I knew, but nothing seamed to work. My teacher told everyone to save and quickly shut down all our laptops before any more of them got hacked. I, being the only highly skilled computer kid in the class, informed everyone that it was my computer being targeted.
No one knew what to do. I took out the battery hoping the would solve it and just sat there. I pulled out my phone and contacted the one person I knew that could stop the hack. James Mcfly, a very skilled person when it came to computers. As the phone rang i re-apply my battery hoping the hack was gone but by the time James picked up, my screen went red again. "Hey James, I need you to get to
the school right away."
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02-01-2010, 06:29 PM
2006
"Good game on Friday, Jake," I said with a flirty tone in my voice, while I twirled my hair.
"Thanks Jamie. You do know that we lost don't you?" Jake said leaning agents the empty locker next to mine.
"Duh, I was there, but you still played really well and looked good doing it."
" Duh I always look good on the field."
" Try always looking good," I knew he was going to ask me out. His cousin and my closest guy friend Ben told me two weeks ago at a party Jake had.
"Well since you think in so hot, you won't object to going with me to the Spacery tonight. I hear they rock," Jake said pushing a piece of hair out of my face.
"I know they rock. I work there, and yes I will go with you."
"Sweet, I'll pick you up at seven then?" he asked kissing my lips softly.
"Sounds great."
He started to walk to football practice. After he got half way down the hall he turned and smiled at me. I gave him a little wave. Once he was out of sight I smiled and fell agents my locker. Thank God I was the only one in the hallway, because I slid down to the floor.
Jake got out of practice early because "his mind wasn't in the game." His coach called me to tell me that. The coach is also my uncle so he has my number. Jake got into trouble and has to do laps after school tomorrow. I told the coach to be nice to him and not too make him run too much.
When he showed up at my house it was five minutes to seven. He stood outside my door trying to figure out what he was going to say. He held a small red box and a single red rose. He hesitated every time he went to knock. After about six minutes he rang the door bell. Chase ran for the door but I beat him there. "Chase go away." I said before I opened the door
"I'm telling Mom that you have a new boyfriend," He said in a taunting voice.
"I don't care. Plus he's not my boyfriend" I said shoving him away 'Yet' I added to myself. I slammed the door in his face. Jake was still standing outside with the box and flower when I walked out. He had his head down just looking at his feet. "Hay," I said smiling.
"Hays for horses. These are for you," he said laughing and handing me the box and flower. I opened the box slowly not knowing what it would be. I almost screamed. It was the necklace that I wanted, but I only told Holly that.
"Jake I... I don't know what to say. I only told Holly that I wanted this cross, how did you know?"
"Me and Holly went shopping the other day. They are real diamonds too," He said putting it around my neck. "I knew you would like it. Although I didn't know you were religious."
"I'm not all that religious, I just like crosses."
"Well since you like my gift and you like me, I think we should well be dating?" Jake had a cute little grin on. "I mean only if you want to. You don't have to or anything."
"Hun you talk too much," I said laughing, "I would love to go out with you." I gave him a big hug. "So are we going to go?"
"Oh yeah S*** we are late," He opened my door of the car, "Sorry it's not a limo or anything."
"It don't have to be. As long as I'm with you I will always feel like a princess." I smiled.
Once we got to the Spacery Jake opened my door and helped me out as if I was a fragile doll wearing heals on ice. We walked hand in hand up to the building. I couldn't see any lights on but there were a lot of cars. I felt a little worried as we walked because I don't like surprises and this felt like one. If he planned a party behind my back I'm going to be so mad and if he's in on it so is Holly and Holly can't keep secrets. If this is Oh My God I'm going to be mad. I kept telling myself. It took a long time to walk up to the building because I was wearing heals and it was a little slippery with last night's rain. I would have to scrub my shoes after tonight along with my new long jeans that I was wearing.
"Are you cold?" he asked right before we got to the door. He must have seen the look on my face because I was freezing. I nodded slowly and he put his arm around me. "That better?" I nodded again. We walked in to a dark room and as soon as the door closed over 200 people jumped out of the darkness and the lights turned on.
"SURPRISE" everyone yelled at different times it almost made me laugh. Jake kissed my cheek and handed me a note that said "Read After Party." Almost my whole school was there even Jason Dole and his gang of "merry men." They only go to people's parties if there's boos and babes. Holly walked up pushing a huge cake that said "Jamie Sylvia Tomkins 16 FINALY" In big pink and white letters on a black background.
"How the Hell did you keep this party from me Holly? You can keep secrets especially not this big of one." I said giving her a friendly shove. "God you're a whore. Just kidding babe."
"It wasn't easy trust me. I wrote you like seven letters telling you but I gave them to Jake and he burned them. But there's someone here that I don't know and he swears he knows you. He's in the dining room." She said hugging me and leading me to the back. I walked in the room looking around. It was dark and I couldn't see much at first then my eyes adjusted. There was a dark figure looking out the far window.
"Um, excuse me?" I said slowly as I walked farther into the room. "Can I help you?" He turned around and his face lit up. He started walking to me with big smile on his face and his arms open. I reach for my phone to call someone in case I needed help.
"Jamie you look so much better than the pictures that your mom showed me. I know you don't know who I am but I sure know you. Your Jamie Sylvia Tomkins whose really name isn't Tomkins its really Morras. I'm your father Jamie." He said hugging me.
"Um I thought James was um my father?" I said with an odd look on my face. You could tell I was scared because I was shaking a little and so was my voice. I could even tell my voice was shaky.
"No Hun, James is your brothers father about a year after your brother was born your mother left him and went out with me but as soon as she found out she was pregnant she remarried James and pretended you were his so you wouldn't get hurt. See my name is Max Morras and you are Jamie Morras." He sat me down because I was starting to shake really bad partly because my mom lied to me for six-teen years and partly because I knew where I got my looks from and partly because she remarried that druggy I called my dad for so long. I must have started to cry because Max wiped tears from my cheeks. "Don't cry Hun, I know it's a lot to take in at this point but you don't want to mess up your make-up before you even start the party. This might make you feel better." He put a really big box on the table. It was wrapped in a really pretty teal and white paper with a big white bow.
"W-what is it?" I asked trying to choke down tears.
"Open it and find out," he said pushing it closer to me. I took off the bow and started pealing of paper. It was just a plain box so I opened it with the pocket knife my, who I thought was my grandpa, gave me on his death bed. I slowly lifted the box flaps and pulled out a teal Dell Lap-Top and a white Dell printer.
"Oh Max, I mean Dad, how did you know I wanted the new colored Dell?" I asked giving him a big hug.
"Me and your mom have been talking the last seven or eight years. She told me last week what color you wanted. There's more stuff under the packing peanuts." He said gesturing to the box with his head. There were car keys and a few tinker toys for when I write.
"What's with the car keys?" I asked puzzled.
"All six-teen year olds need a car or in your case a Chevy truck. It's red. Now we will go see it after the party but right now you should get back to the party and who ever gave you the amazing necklace. I'm guessing a boy?" He gave me a little look that I can't describe.
"Yeah, he's like my boyfriend yet not, if that makes any sense." I said walking back into the main room with Max right behind me. The instant we walked in the DJ started talking.
"Will Jamie please come up here?" He said over the crowd. I started to make my way to the stage that hadn't been there last night when I worked. It took me a while since I had to go to the other side of the building and there was over 200 people there, and it didn't help that I was in high heels. "Let's hear a speech from the birthday girl!" He handed me the microphone as I got in front of everyone.
"Thank you for coming everyone. I don't like speeches so it will be short and to the point. Thanks for coming and don't trash the place to bad because I work here and don't want to clean it up." I handed back the microphone and everyone cheered. I jumped off the stage and started dancing with Jake. It felt like the night would never end.
Chapter 2
After the party Jake drove me home in his bat up white car. He tried hard not to hit my new red Chevy truck that was badly parked in my drive-way. I stepped out into the warm night air. We walked up to the front door and he kissed me lightly on the lips.
"What a perfect ending to a perfect night," I said softly so that only he could hear. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay in that moment for ever. We just sat there looking into each other's eyes. After about five minutes Max opened the door.
"I guess I better go," Jake said giving me one last kiss on the cheek. "Ill talk to you later." He walked back to his car. Jake gave me his cute little smile right before he got in and drove off.
Once I was in the house I saw all the presents I got for my 16th birthday on the table. The lap top, the cloths, teddy bears, and a lot more. I had over sixty-seven cards to open. I knew that number because that's where I lost track counting. The table was over flowing not to mention the brand new truck in the drive way.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
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Josette Shakespeare
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02-13-2010, 08:10 PM
12-08-09
Pioneer Beach was the one place I did not want to go, but my boyfriend being the fisher he is, did not want to go anywhere else. He had some kind of loyalty to this place because his dad used to own it or something. But this was the only place my ex would go too. Everyone knew what happened between him and me, but no one would say a word, or even look at me. It was still fresh in everyone’s mind seeing how it only happened a month ago. Almost to the day, even. JT pushed forward fast to see what had happened to his childhood hang out while I walked slowly behind. I pulled my sleeves over the scars that had yet to disappear from that lone night. Everyone that I had joked with a few weeks ago now lowered their heads as I walked by through the shelves of tackle. JT knew right where he was going and walked their fast. I tried to stay out of people’s way hoping that he would let me go back to the car.
“Alexis Moon as I live and breathe.” A familiar voice creeped up behind me. I flinched and slowly turned around. His brother, the one that finally pulled Him off of me, was standing there with his jock friends. I was waiting for the taunting to begin. But to my surprise, Justin gave me a hug. “How are you?”
“F-fine,” I stuttered out. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Listen, we are all sorry for what my jackass of a brother did to you. It wasn’t right. I wish I could have gotten Him off of you before He, um, well you know.” He motioned to my left arm.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. I know you just wanted to help.” He gave me another hug. A small tear rolled down my cheek, but I turned away before the boys could see.
“Alexis, are these jerks bugging you?” JT came up behind me giving the boys dirty looks.
“JT no, these are friends. They pulled Him off me. They saved my life.” I rubbed my arm slowly trying not to remember the pain. My mind slowly drifted back to that day. We were all just watching movies. I could tell He was on edge that day. I got up and offered to get everyone drinks and Calvin, Justin’s friend, offered to help me. I guess I smiled or something and then He just jumped on me and started punching me. After four good punches to my eyes and the sides of my head, he pulled a knife and jabbed it into my left arm. It all happened so fast the other boys didn’t have time to react. Calvin and Justin held Him down and Jimmie called the cops while Matt tried to stop the bleeding. I drifted in and out of consciousness all the way to the hospital. They said if they would have been any later I would have been dead. I owe these four my life.
“Alexis, come back to us” JT waved his hand in front of my face. I was staring out the window at the lake. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts.
“Huh? Sorry, I was thinking about that night. I really do owe you guys my life. I don’t know how I can re-pay you.” I could see His face in the clouds and the water. I shuttered again.
“Well you can do us the honor of catching your dinner. For you and your, um, date.” Jimmie smiled. I loved his smile. Some days I think about texting him, but then think that I have a great guy that shows me a great time and does a great job keeping my mind off that jerk who is going to be sitting in jail for another three years.
“Well, JT, it’s up to you. I would love for you to get to know my friends. I mean they did save my life.” I grinned up at him. He did stand a good five inches taller than me and was built like no other. We tried to work out almost every day, but there are those days where I just want to sleep in. He gets mad at me on those days because I should be working the arm that had to muscle ripped almost from the bone.
“Fish is good protein. We were just going fish for competition, but if you’re willing to cook, I say yes.” JT wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I put on a fake smile. I couldn’t say I was happy with him. Sure we had fun, but I didn’t love him. He was too big into competitions and working out than he is to just hanging out or going out with friends. Just as I knew I would, I felt myself falling away from him every day.
“You’re really big into the whole competition thing aren’t you?” Calvin asked with a slight giggle to his voice. We all started to head for the checkout counter. We bought bait and an extra poll so everyone could have two. While JT put our stuff into his green Dodge, I walked the boys to their cars, each one giving me a hug. I hugged Jimmie last. He slipped something into the hood of my sweatshirt. I kind of wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. JT would know that something was wrong if I cried for no reason and he would want to know why.
On our way to the beach, I put my hood up like I normally did. I let the note slide down my back through my shirts. Causally I “scratched” my back slipping the small piece of folded paper up my sleeve. I had to find a way to read it without JT seeing it. I thought about going to the bathroom once we got to Justin’s grandmas’ house to read it. That was my plan. I tried to imagine what that note said. Maybe it said how scared he was for my life or that he was madly in love with me or that he knew that one of the other guys’ liked me. Maybe it said how he knew I liked him but that we couldn’t be together because of what happened.
“I’m, uh, going to the bathroom.” I said after we set everything up. “Watch my polls babe?” I ran up to the house. Using the key that Justin’s grandma gave me a few months ago and told me to keep after the whole incident thing, I opened the back door to the empty house. I ran to the bathroom on the bottom floor. Slowly opening the note I could start to see his messy hand writing that filled the whole page.
“Alexis
I’ve written this note well over a hundred times. But I couldn’t find just the right words. I’ve known that you have a crush on me for some time, but before you were with Him and now you’re with that JT guy. I hope he’s treating you well. My mind thinks of you more and more often. I go to text you but then I remember you have a boyfriend that keeps you on a tight schedule. I think that you working out every day and eating healthy is good. The Jock Four, we have started doing that too. Every day we hit the gym then back home to mess around on our cars or play video games or just go out for the day. I hope I give this to you in person, I was thinking of just putting it in your locker at the gym, but I would rather give it to you face to face. I hope this doesn’t get you in trouble with JT.
Alexis. I have to tell you something. But I can’t do it on paper. I want you to meet me on the 15th of August outside the old church down on Mason Drive. I hope I get this to you before then, If not I’ll just re-write it… Again. Meet me there at Midnight. And I know this is scary to think, but please come alone.
Jimmie Logan”
I tried to think what he wanted to tell me. I looked at my phone and saw that today was the 15th. Tonight at midnight. I had to tell JT that I was going to bed early and that he couldn’t stay the night. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to find a way. He hated not spending the night at my house. I never knew why. I slowly walked back out to the dock with the guys.
“You guys haven’t been giving my boyfriend a hard time have you?” I giggled and sat down in-between JT and Jimmy. My mind wandered for a while between if I was really happy with JT and what Jimmy could want to talk to me about. I caught probably five fish before JT caught one. I could tell he was getting mad so I decided to take a break. So, I took a break, and decided to lay back and tan. I could tell Jimmie would look at me once and a while or JT would glare at me and would wish he could come cover me up. He hated when I would show off my body. I swear he would want me to wear hoodies and sweat pants with no makeup and my hair up. But I worked hard on my body, I was going to show it off.
By two in the afternoon, I had a good tan going on and the boys had caught enough fish to feed the whole town, or just the six of us. Since Justin’s grandparents where on some tour of America, we just used their house for our little fish fry and to sit down and watch some movies. Matt invited his girlfriend over, who brought one of her friends who brought cheer beer. We played some card games and the Wii, and before you knew it, it was getting close to 11. Jimmy said he had to leave along with Jessica and Jenna, Matt’s girlfriend and friend. JT and I left shortly after. He dropped me off and home and said the he should probably stay at his house tonight because his parents are getting kind of mad that he’s always at mine.
I threw on a fresh pair of jeans and my Iowa hoody. I gave myself enough time to get to the church to catch my breath a bit. I wanted to make sure that in case that JT came back that my car was still at home. So I ran. It was a good mile and a half. It was a good thing JT and I ran on an almost daily basis. With only five minutes to spare, I ran my fingers through my hair and fixed my outfit to make sure I looked fine. I don’t know what I was thinking, I still had a boyfriend, and I had no idea why Jimmie asked me to come here anyway. My mind raced around the thought of maybe him asking to break up with JT to the thought of him trying to finish off what He started.
A sound from behind me made me jump and reach for my knife hidden underneath my shirt on my back. I had learned to carry one after what He did to me. Jimmie stepped slowly out from the trees into the light of the street lamp beside the church.
“Alexis, put the knife down, it’s just me.” Jimmie laughed holding his hands up. He’s seen me pull it on a kid at the amusement park for accidently running into me. “I’m glad you came, I was hoping you would.” He smiled his little shy smile as he stepped closer to me.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
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