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Short Story #20

February 22, 2026 emily2jane Leave a comment

I don’t know why I’m here. I guess the honest answer would be I wanted to feel something. Anything. I’ve been the diligent daughter all my life. I’ve been the supportive friend. I’ve been the best top artist for producers and fans. I’ve been everything and anything for everyone else. But in this moment I wanted to be free.

The mask of perfection was slapped off my face today. I let down my producer, my emotions for a love song was not right. My parents begged for money again, however this time I actually said no. I found out that my boyfriend of five years actually got another girl pregnant. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rushed out to my car and just started driving. I felt suffocated. I needed air.

Well I got air. I’m now standing next to my car in a desert. A big nothingness. I can see land for miles and no one around me. The air here feels right. Feels good. Feels smooth. I felt my mind begin to clear for the first time. But I’m out of gas, my phone is dead, and I’ve got maybe enough food and water for two days. But none of that matters. I’m free.

‘I wonder what it feels like to stand at the edge of a cliff?’ I wasn’t thinking about anything. Just wanting to feel lite as a feather. There was a hill a short distance away. I was stuck here until a person drove by, or someone thought to look for me. ‘If they even cared.’ So hill it was.

So…in case you were wondering, things look closer in the desert. This hill was about two hours from my car. But so worth it; this view is amazing!! And the neighboring next hill seems to have a small town. So I can always venture that way for help afterwards.

But this view. Everything is miniature. My car is a small block of color in the distance. The road I came on twists and turns with the hilly terrain. The blue sky is vast and huge. It’s peaceful up on this hill. I’m alone. It’s silent. Im at peace finally. I walk to the edge of the cliff. I look down the steep side. ‘A fall from here wouldn’t kill you. But the heat and dehydration probably would…’ I don’t know where that thought came from. I’ve hated my life, but never enough to think of harming myself… but I didn’t move away from the edge. I still stood on the marginal edge. Continuing to stare down the drop…

“Miss. Please back away from the edge.”

The voice came from behind me. My silent escape was no longer just mine. ‘Why can’t everyone leave me alone?’ “Please just leave me be. I’m enjoying the solitude on my hilltop.” I didn’t answer the voice from behind me.

“Miss. Please. Just step backwards a few steps. The wind up here can sweep you off the cliff with no effort at all.”

‘So what if it does. No one is going to miss me.’ Not those thoughts again. ‘Back up!’ But my feet wouldn’t move. I wanted to back up. I wanted to listen to the voice. “Please help me. My feet won’t move. Grab me, please!” I didn’t know where the panic was coming from. But suddenly I felt two large warm hands grab me around my waist and pull me back to from the edge.

My heart was racing. I was feeling dizzy. Happy for the fact that this person was helping to hold me up.

“Miss can you release my hands, please?”

I looked down and I was clasping the persons hands that were supporting me. I let go instantly and unwrapped the arms from around me. I stepped away, regretting it instantly as I felt my body collapsing.

The arms caught me. I saw a silhouette of a person above me, cradling me in their arms. The sun was so bright, that my head started spinning. The next second I was gone…

…

I woke up in a hospital room…? I was on one of those small metal beds. I wore stripped pink and blue starchy pajamas. There was a poking sensation on my hand, an IV. There was a constant beeping sound. But this was a very tiny room. Must have been an office at one point. Where was I?

“Ah. You are awake. How are you feeling, my dear?” An older man in a white coat came into the room. The doctor I presumed.

“I feel better. But where am I?”

The man chuckled, “glad you are feeling better. You are in a small little town of Bidder. It was the neighboring hill across from your hilltop. I must say you gave David quite a scare. He thought you were a jumper.”

‘Jumper? That was a weird word? Did he think I was some weirdo that jumps around on hilltops? Oh…jumper. Jump off. The edge. Suicidal.’ “I wasn’t. I was just enjoying the silence. That hilltop was the first real peace and quiet. I’ve never really experienced such silence. It was breath taking.”

“Good. That hilltop is actually known to be a hilltop for jumpers. They drive out here. Leave their belongings behind. Leap, thinking it will be their end. But sadly I’ve witnessed too many deaths hours later with the people being in such agony from starvation or dehydration. David will be happy to know that you were not there to end your life. Miss…what is your name?”

“Abigail. Abigail Wayne.”

The doctor looked at me for a minute longer. Then I saw the recognition in his eyes. “Miss Wayne. I knew I had seen your face before. But truth be told you are usually more put together than you are now. My granddaughter is a huge fan of your music.”

I didn’t mean to show panic but it must have shone.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll instruct my granddaughter to keep your identity to herself. Only a handful of people will know who you are. You are lucky to have landed in our little town.”

“Sorry. I just wanted to escape life and have some peace. But being recognized will destroy my chances…” I attempted to climb out of bed but reality hit me back into my pillow. I was dizzy.

“Don’t worry. You are safe here in the hospital. And you can stay with my wife and I until you have fully recovered. But let’s call you just Abby for the time being. You can enjoy some quiet life with us until the world finds you again. For now I need you to lay back and relax. Your body was over exerted yesterday. Please sleep. How does that sound?”

I nodded. Because once my head hit the pillow again I was once again out. I would enjoy my silent life as long as these people would accept me.

…

“How is she today? Do you think she will be able to leave the hospital? People are starting to wonder who the woman from the ER is? Mostly because you’ve been keeping her under wraps.”

“I think you missed a word. They are wondering about the beautiful woman in the ER. You can’t deny that, look at her; she is stunning. But she wants to stay anonymous. So I must respect her wishes. She should be able to leave here today if her dizzy spells stop. You will be in charge of her once she is gone. Take her to the supermarket to get her the daily essentials. Then take her to my house; my wife will do the rest.”

“Why am I in charge of her? Isn’t she able to take care of herself? And why are you letting her stay with you? We do have hotels in town?”

“David. She wasn’t a jumper. Don’t hold her in that box; without knowing all the details. I assume her car died about two hours from the hilltop. She trek to that hilltop because she assumed that was closer to people than to return the way she came. But also she wanted to experience something truly amazing. She didn’t know what the hilltop represents. After the long grueling hike to the hilltop her legs probably became numb when you told her to back away. It happens to people who over exert themselves physically. You need to cut her some slack. This woman told me she just wanted some silence. How miserable can someone’s life be if they came all this way to just enjoy solitude and silence. Now I believe Miss Abby is awake and has been listening to our conversation. Telling me she is well enough to leave. I’ll go start the discharge papers. David, be polite.”

I peeked open one eye. The doctor had left. Instead, in front of me stood a man. He was once again backlit. I raised my hand to shadow the sun to see him better. He was a tall person, probably six-two or six-three. He looked strong. I could see that as a necessity if you wrangle jumpers. He looked to be my age, maybe a little older. As I was looking him over I caught his eye and he caught me checking him out. I felt flush and he smirked. “Hi. Sorry,” I sat up in bed and stretched my hand out to him, “my name is Abby. Nice to finally have a face to the voice that helped me.”

His eyes darted to mine. I could see him searching to see if there was something to tell him I was indeed a jumper. But relief filled his face; so he did believe I just got stuck.

‘Did I get stuck? Was I frozen in that spot at that moment?’ This still puzzled me. My answer was yes; my legs did indeed get stuck in that moment. Even though my life is not perfect; I know I want to still experience living. I want to try something new. If I had gone there to be a jumper I would have not seeked solitude and silence. I wouldn’t have wanted anything. That’s at least what makes sense.

David took my hand in his. His hand was so hot to the touch, but it felt nice. It was a warming feeling, not harmful. “Hi. I’m David. I’m glad you are feeling better.”

The silence was deafening. I wanted silence, but this was too quiet for my liking. “So, what is the plan for today?”

“No need for small talk. You already heard everything a moment ago. Once you are dressed and ready I’ll take you to the supermarket. I’ll step out of the room for you.” David exited the room.

‘Right. I did hear them. But at least he’s a gentleman.’ I climbed out of bed and started to get ready to leave the hospital.

I walked out the door and I felt exposed. I had no makeup on and my hair was so dirty and messy. I was in my clothes from before. They were clean, but my shirt had gotten torn up so my bra was exposed. My jeans were fine thankfully; so I used my backpack to cover my chest. ‘I’ll get a shirt when we go to the store.’ “Okay. I’m ready,” I looked to David. He didn’t say anything but his glance to my backpack made me grip the bag tighter.

David took off his flannel long sleeved shirt and handed it to me, “wear this; the tare is on your side as well.” He held the shirt out to me and turned his head away.

I glanced to my side and indeed you could see everything. My bra, my side, my back. I dropped my backpack and frantically put his shirt on. It was warm as well, it felt like a hug. He was hugging me. ‘No. What!? That’s not happening. Wow…’ “I’m covered. We can go now.”

David started walking to the exit.

I still felt exposed. What if someone saw me when we were out. I wouldn’t mind it if I was clean. I picked up my backpack and dropped my head down. But what happens when you walk with your head down, you run into things. David had suddenly stopped and I plowed into his back. “Aahgg! Sorry!” I backed away from him. Even though I wanted to stay closer to him. ‘What’s with me? I came here to escape people. I’ve never felt the need for someone before.’

David turned to look at me, but I still had my head down. I felt small, and wanted to disappear. Suddenly I felt a hat on my head. I adjusted it onto my head and turned to look up at David.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to be recognized. This will at least help you stay incognito.”

He was kind. Except for the medical staff that have been taking care of me, he was the first kind person I’ve met in a while. “Thank you,” I lifted my head up. David was looking at me.

“Keep your head up. Cowering will make you stand out more. Act like you belong and no one will notice.” David walked out the exit doors.

‘Act like I belong. I feel like that’s all I’m ever doing. I want to be accepted for who I truly am. Loved even.’ But I listen to David and lift my head up while I follow behind him.

No one noticed me at the supermarket. While wearing David’s shirt and hat I blended into everyone else. I was just me. It was refreshing to go to a place and not be hounded for pictures or signatures. However David is the town favorite in everyone’s eyes. Found out he’s four years older than me. Because an older woman, about sixty, asked if he was old enough to get married to her yet. He had leaned down and kissed her hand saying that he was merely a twenty-six year old man. It was an odd exchange, but he explained afterwards that she asked him that every time she saw him. She was missing her late husband.

Whenever someone would talk to David I would stand a couple paces away. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not because of my appearance, but since David was so popular I didn’t want to be thrown through a tornado of questions if I was recognized. Also then David didn’t have to try and introduce me; what would he say. I’m an acquaintance. A friend. A jumper. A celebrity. I didn’t want to be put on the spot. Instead, I was enjoying just following behind David and watching his life unfold in front of me. Not being the center of attention for once was refreshing.

David stopped the car in front of a cottage styled house. It looked like a house from a fairytale. “You good? This is the Doc’s house. His wife Olivia is waiting for you. Do you need help carrying your bags?”

I wasn’t listening. I was looking at my potential home for the next few days, weeks, months…however long I could stay. It looked charming. It seemed like that home that you would come to visit grandma. ‘If you had a grandma who wanted you. Stay positive!’ Where there was nothing but love. ‘What would that even feel like? Being wanted just for a hug. Nothing in return. Nothing demanded for raising me. No backstabbing for jealousy. I don’t know if I can be here!? They might not want me. Why would they? I’m a stranger. Maybe I should just leave?!’

“Hey,” David threw open my door, “you okay? You don’t look so good; should we go back to the hospital?” David started to dig out his phone.

I stopped his hand from searching; realizing I had intentionally touched him I pulled my hand back. “I’m good. Sorry. I’m just worried I’ll be an inconvenience to them. I’m wondering if I should just find a hotel.”

David just stared at me. “You’re not an inconvenience. Believe me Olivia is going to be so happy to have a guest. Howard works so much that she is often home alone. Their granddaughter is usually off with her club members doing gigs. So Olivia will be ecstatic. I thought you were frowning about the small simplicity of the home. Not something you celebrities are used to.”

‘So he did know who I was. But why did I not like hearing him call me a celebrity. I like it better when he calls me Abby.’ “No. I prefer the simplicity. Grandeur always comes with contingencies.” I grab my backpack and grocery bags and climb out of the car.

David grabbed the bags from me. He ushered me towards the door. “Go ahead. I’ll carry the stuff.”

I walked up to the door and knocked; but I didn’t realize how much that knock would change my life.

An older woman opened the door and pulled me into a warming hug, “Dear child, you are here! Welcome.”

…A few months later…

Well…I’ve been here almost three months and it’s been wonderful. The people here are amazing. A handful of teenagers did recognize me, but they agreed to stay quiet with some signed merchandise bribing. Not a bad deal. They said they would help me keep an eye on things, and let me know if I needed to hide away for a few days if fans were coming.

Olivia Chester was amazing. She was the most welcoming woman I have ever met. The first night I stayed in their home was the first time I had felt any true love in years. That she actually cared about me; no matter what I needed. I broke down and sobbed that night realizing that I was the one that ruined my life. Because always being the dutiful daughter, artist, role model, without a balanced life is a pointless life. Your life is for you, not the fill everyone else’s cup; your cup needs to be filled first so that you can share with others.

But yeah. This town was perfect. It was small enough for me to hide, but it was still large enough for me to explore my surroundings and make new acquaintances. Friends even. Mrs. Evelyn, a neighbor, has taught me how to bake pies. I’ve never had the time to learn anything new; that who knew I could make a mean apple pie. I burned the first few but she didn’t give up on me. And now I make pies occasionally for others.

Mr. Baxwell, is a “blacksmith” as he calls himself. But he does various craft. He does metal, wood, glass, clay, etc. he seems to be able to do everything under the sun. But he’s letting me decorate pieces. I’ll paint pottery, help with the glass blowing, stain woods. I’m not great at any of it, but I’m enjoying to learn the new skills.

Olivia’s granddaughter Chrisy has asked for my advice on some of her music for small gigs. I’m actually pretty good at this job, I have some experience in the music world. Haha! But she keeps my secret, even from her band mates. They are all huge fans.

David…he seems to be avoiding me. Like I’m not good people to associate with him. Which saddens me for two reasons, but grateful still. One, he is truly a great man. He is the most popular in town for good reasons. He helps everyone in town no matter the size of issue. Two…I’m totally falling in love with him. I had already fallen out of love with my previous boyfriend about six months before I found out he had cheated on me, but because of my life I couldn’t reveal my brake-up until my label said it was okay. That’s the big part of being celebrity that is the worst. Everything has to be moves and counter moves to stay on top. But for me I have been single almost eight months. But David would think it’s only been two months based on public knowledge. That would come off as too flippy-floppy; that he was my rebound. Which is not true! Because he would be my forever man if I could tell him my feelings.

I would be so happy; if he loved me back. But this comes to the reason I don’t act on my feelings. Because as I’ve said, David is super popular; so much that he has many admirers. And some are….frightening. Like they would probably track me down and put an end to my new life just so that I would have to leave and they could be David’s only possibility. So I stay silent.

Fans or admirers can be scary; I know because I’ve had my fair share. A few that still give me nightmares. I shuddered pushing those memories away.

So instead I’ve been filling my days up with crafts, baking, walks, talks, etc. Like now, I’m laying on my bed enjoying the fading sunshine, while just letting my mind wander.

“Abby dear, could you come here a moment?” Olivia calls from downstairs.

“Coming!” I scurried up from my bed to search for Olivia. This was a normal thing for me to do. I was told I was not allowed to pay for my stay; instead I was asked to help out whenever I was asked. I still help pay, but I just don’t tell them about the money; I’ve been hiding the money in various places. Watching Olivia find hidden money is a true joy. She acts like a child who found a rare treasure.

“Where are you?” I call out as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

“In here, daring,” Olivia calls from the kitchen.

As I step into the doorway I see a man standing at the island. His back is to me. ‘David?!’ No. I knew it wasn’t him, but that was my gut’s first reaction. David wouldn’t be here to see me. ‘I’m nobody to him…Positive!’ I perk up my attitude as I walk towards Olivia who is talking to the new stranger.

“There you are Honey,” Olivia comes around the island to me, “this is my godson Andrew.”

Andrew turns around and sticks his hand out to me. I accept the handshake out of curtsey, but I’m confused at what’s happening. Andrew was a couple inches taller than me. He was well put together. How he was holding himself, I would guess banker or doctor. Those professions just had an air about them. He was handsome, but my mind was just going through a list of why David was more handsome.

“Andrew is in town for tonight. I didn’t know if you two would like to spend some time together? Not as anything, but just so that you, Abby, could have a night out. I love you being here, but you should be out there,” Olivia waved her hand in the air, “around people your own age.”

I knew what she was meaning. That I should be socializing; not staying as a hermit. I’ve been a shut-in these last few months. I’ve just been enjoying the peace. Not socializing means I’ve been able to stay hidden. I didn’t want to leave this town, this home, this family. Howard and Olivia had become the parents I always wanted. I didn’t want to leave them. But I should still live. That’s why I escaped my life. To live.

“Would you like that, Miss Abby?” Andrew offered his hand once again, but this time it was an offer.

“Sure. But let me go change first.” If I was going to go out tonight, and if it would possibly be my last night to remain anonymous; then I’ll go out being a knockout. ‘Out with a bang! I don’t know why I said that…Olivia says that…then okay. I can say that!’

I didn’t go crazy with my outfit or makeup, but it must be drastically different than I have been, because people have been staring at me. I decided on a pair of fitted jeans, black halter top, jacket, boots. Maybe the difference is usually I’m rarely wearing any makeup and my hair is in a tight bun. But tonight I did some eye makeup and my hair is stunning. Like the magazine photographers would love me to do a photo shoot right now. I’ll admit, I did look good. But I didn’t do it for anyone other than myself. My confidence has been returning as I’ve stayed in this town.

Andrew and myself walk up to the only bar in town, but it had the best music, food, and atmosphere. Also another appeal for tonight was Chrisy was playing. I was excited to see her doing her thing live! I thought that since tonight was probably my last night left alone, I should support Chrisy in person once.

Walking through the doors, the place was already in full spin. The music was blaring. People were out on the floor dancing. Drinks were being consumed; heavily consumed. Maybe nobody would remember I was here tonight.

Andrew guided me to a booth, away from the stage. Which I was bummed about, but could understand because there were so many people over there.

I watch the dancing going on; I’ve never seen so much dancing in such a small space. It seems like people are all over each other. ‘Line dancing! That’s what it’s called!’ I had only ever seem line dancing when I did a duet with a country artist. I can now understand why he had been so frustrated with the dancers he was given for the music video. He got beginner line dancers; what he probably wanted was these professional level line dancers. It was truly fascinating to watch their boots hit all the steps in unison.

I didn’t mean to be ignoring Andrew; but I had no interest for him. He was just an ordinary man. Nothing wrong with ordinary, just not for me. And he seemed to have no idea of who I actually was, because all his topics were all financial banking or investments. Banker. I had been right. Instead I wanted to be in the action. I actually wanted to be surrounded by the sea of people. I wouldn’t have minded to be on stage in front of these people. Or even being seen for who I truly am. I stayed polite though; after all, he was Olivia’s godson. I didn’t want to insult Olivia’s kindness.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this night at the Border Bar! I’m your host Mr. Ralphie! If anything is not up to par, then you can go find another place to be, because here at the Border Bar, we are happy with what we offer. Back to business, put your hands together for the Quad C’s!”

‘Chrisy was up!’ There was no way I was missing this. I scrambled out of the booth and went and stood at the back of the dance floor, catching glimpses of Chrisy and her band getting set up on stage. I was so proud! She looked so good with the guitar across her body. I missed that feeling. The feeling of doing something you love.

“Do you miss it?”

I looked to my left to see David on my side. He looked different. He was clean shaven, haircut, dark jeans with that same flannel from when we first met. He asked me something…’do I miss it? Right…? Do I miss it? Yeah. Yeah I do. Realizing that hiding wasn’t the answer. That to be someone accepted as my true self, I needed to actually be my true self.’ “Yeah. Realizing it right now, that I miss singing and performing.” I leaned closer to him. He smelled of cedar. He smell good. He smelled, ‘don’t go down that rabbit hole. No spiraling tonight. You look amazing. You feel amazing! Have an amazing night!’ I refocus back on Chrisy! The drums hit and they started. They were amazing! Especially Chrisy. I would totally be up to do a duet with her and her band. ‘That’s a thought!’ I was clapping along to the music, not caring about anything in the world.

“Can I have this dance,” David offered his hand to me.

“I…um,” confidence gone. I was not expecting that from David. But I wanted to dance with him, especially if tonight was my last night free. “Sure. Why not!” I took his hand in mine. I pulled him into the group of dancing and just stood there. You wouldn’t know, but I’ve never taken the initiative to dance with someone. I didn’t know how to start it. I could feel warmth creep into my cheeks.

David smirked, and pulled me to his chest. He placed my other hand on his shoulder, and his hand on the small of my back. I was so close to him. I wonder if he could hear or feel my heartbeat.

David pulled me slightly closer to him, “relax,” David whispered into my ear, “you look gorgeous tonight, by the way.”

I looked up into his face. He looked so handsome staring down at me. My heart was racing for a different reason. I wanted to kiss him. I never had this desire before. I was always the one who followed the pace of others, not me wanting to strive for more. My hand moved from his shoulder to his chest, I didn’t want to pounce on him, but I needed to test the waters first. I looked up at him and used my most pleading eyes. Not begging, but sweetly asking for him to kiss me. Hoping that, that was actually coming across.

David just stared at me. I could see his ears reddening. Also that smirk from before, was forming again.

I smiled at the sight of him.

“Oh Abby. You are one little trouble maker,” David breathed into my neck. He chuckled as he pulled back. His head was coming down towards mine…

“Do I see, Ms Abby Wayne in the house tonight?!” Mr. Ralphie called out over the speakers.

I lurched away from David just before our mouths met. I was exposed.

The spotlight found me in the crowd. I waved and greeted the light with smiles.

“Come on up to the stage Ms Wayne!”

I looked back at David, and his body language screamed disappointment, but he was smirking once again, nodding at me to accept my fate.

I turn back to the stage and walked forward. The crowds of people split before me. The whispers began. The finger pointing. The gasping. There was no more quiet life for me. Might as well do as Olivia says, ‘Out with a bang!’

Climbing the stairs of the stage I see Chrisy giddily bouncing excited about sharing the stage with me. I walk over to her and give her a hug. “You did so good! So proud of you!” After I released Chrisy more whispers erupted. Mouth gaping came from Chrisy’s band mates. She was going to have lots to tell after tonight.

“So Ms Wayne. Could we be honored with a song from you for tonight? What do you think folks?!”

The screaming started. The audience was pure chaos.

“Sure. No problem. But I’ll need some help. Quad C’s, you up for a duet?” I look to the band and still mouth gaping I also got lots of frantic head nodding. I walked over to them asking about song choices. They all knew my song, ‘Come And Get Me’, by heart so we agreed on that. I grabbed a spare guitar and I took my stance behind the microphone. It felt good to be back in my spot; doing what I know I love. The drummer called out, “One, two, three, four!” And we were off.

Several songs later I was finally getting a break. After not singing for so many months my lung capacity was pathetic. I was winded. But also the sudden change from being a nobody to being in the spotlight, literally, added some stress. I couldn’t just walk through the crowd anymore; security of the bar had to guide me through. Also, I could no longer just hide in the crowd. Which I was happy to be singing again, but I also wanted to have the luxury of being occasionally invisible.

I headed to the bathrooms. Looking in the mirror I saw a face I hadn’t seen in a long time. A happy face after a concert. Realizing I’ve not actually been happy performing for a long time. I dried the sweat and touched up my makeup and deodorant. Feeling fresh again I ventured back out.

Andrew stood in the way. “So. No wonder you had no interest in my conversations. You are a celebrity. Does my godmom know who you are? Of course she does; she said you’ve been here for a few months. Have you enjoyed your time of slumming? You could have told me who you were; it would have been polite. I wouldn’t have agreed to bring you if I had know. Celebrities are not someone I want in my life. Too much drama. Didn’t you just break up with your boyfriend!? Already looking for fresh meat,” Andrew gestured behind him, “like that guy you almost kissed out there. Did you even remember you were already on a date before you wanted to make-out with a different person?”

Everything he was saying was true and not true. But honestly, no. I didn’t think about him at all while I was with David. ‘David! Was he still here? I really wanted to talk to him.’ I tried to walk past Andrew. I didn’t really want to have this conversation with him. I would apologize to Olivia, but this ‘outing’ was officially over.

“No way am I letting you go. No. No. You are here with me, you’re going to stay that way. I don’t want anything from you, but maybe I’ll use your existence for some potential investments. You owe me that much. Especially with you almost kissing a rebound with,” Andrew didn’t get to finish his sentence because David had Andrew by the collar and smashing his face into the concert wall.

“Apologize! Now!” David loudly grumbled to Andrew.

Andrew attempted to nod his head, but decided against it has he rubbed his face against the wall, “sorry. Okay. Can you get your bodyguard off of me now?”

“David.”

David’s body relaxed slightly. He released Andrew’s collar and shoved him down the hallway. “Leave!” David pointed to the exit sign. Andrew exited through the door.

I sighed of relief. One nuisance gone. I looked at David. He still had his back to me. The almost kiss flashed in my mind. I’m truly sad that I lurched away from him. I wanted that kiss so much, and I still did. But I couldn’t just bring him into my world, he had to decide to be apart of it. My world was completely different than his. Even though I selfishly wanted to make him enter my world so that I could finish that kiss. ‘No. It has to be his choice. It’s a lot to take in.’

“Do you regret it?” David asked with his back still turned.

‘That’s a loaded question, if ever!’ But I need a clarification. Because he could be meaning anything. “David,” I grab his sleeve, “look at me?”

He didn’t move. I didn’t know if he would. My heart was cracking. But he did eventually turn. I could see the hurt. I wanted to hug him, but I needed to answer him first. “What are you asking me?”

David looked off to the side; he didn’t want to meet my eye, “Do you regret what almost happed on the dance floor? You jumped away from me when you were recognized. Am I really that embarrassing to be associated with?” David started to leave.

I latched onto his arm. He tried to pull away, so I hugged him from behind. I buried my face into his back. Our hearts were racing. I let my hands tighten at his waist. “No. I don’t regret it,” I felt him pulling away. I held on tighter, “No. Wait! I don’t regret removing myself from you in that moment, because you have to decide if you want to be fully apart of my life. I can’t force it onto you. Even though I really wanted to just stay and kiss you in front of everyone. But I don’t want to force you into my world. It chaotic. Full of rumors. Drama. Rude people. Etc. So yes. I regret not kissing you, because I desperately want to, but I’m happy I’m giving you a chance to decide whether you want this or not.” I released my hands from him. I drop my arms and step away from him. He’s in control now. If he walks out that door, then I’ll accept it. ‘I’m going to ball my eyes out, but I’ll accept it.’

It felt like forever waiting there. My heart was cracking more. I…

David took a step forward.

He was leaving!?…

He tuned around and quickly grabbed me, and pulled me to his chest. His hands, one on my back; the other in my hair, I felt him release me ever so slightly. He looked down at me and he placed his lips on mine. Our kiss went from sweet to passionately within seconds. But also within seconds David pulled his head away from me. The look in his eyes told me so much. That I was finally loved for just being me.

…Ending…

Well as you should have guessed it, I’m officially dating David now. And amazingly enough I’m still in the town of Bidder. Turns out I can have a singer career anywhere. I do a lot of different kinds of singing now. I do online concerts. I teach singing. I do small gigs here in town. I do world tour concerts. Anything is possible with a good team behind you.

But life didn’t really change after that night. Yes. My existence was known throughout the town, and my singing was posted on social media, but I didn’t let it phase me. I continued to learn to bake, paint pottery, glass blowing, etc. Which Mrs Evelyn and Mr Baxwell were happy, because they made bigger profits after realizing they could put my name on their products. I’m happy to help the people who helped me rediscover myself.

But David. David has been my rock through it all. He hasn’t changed much. He maybe gets a haircut more often. He’s a bit more presentable, but I’m totally for it because it makes him extra handsome! But he has taken everything with stride. He still kisses the hand of the older woman. He is still incredibly popular, I think more so than me. But I love him. I truly do. I’ve never loved anyone, the way I love him.

But tonight is a big night for me. I’m preforming at the Border Bar once again. But this time I’m singing my newest song called ‘Will You Come To My World?’ I wrote it for David.

“Hey babe,” David called out to me.

I turn to see David down on one knee, holding a bouquet of roses, in the middle of the makeshift dressing room. “David!?!” He brings up a little box, inside revealing a beautiful ring. I feel tears whelling up in my eyes.

“Abby, will you marry me?” David smiles that smirk that I love.

“Yes! Of course!” I lean down and kiss him. The ring and roses are nothing compared to the man I love. He kisses me back, and begins to chuckle between kisses. “Abby…kiss…Abby!” More kisses follow.

I finally pull back, he pulls me in for one more kiss and then finally pulls me back from him. He digs out the ring and puts it on my finger. Tears are swelling out of my eyes. Happy tears. My smile cracks into laughter. He holds me while perched on his knee and we laugh together.

…

“Please welcome, Ms Wayne to our stage once again!”

I walk out to the microphone. Back to my comfort place. I’m beaming. I’m doing what I love, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with the one who loves me most. “Hello! I’m going to start off tonight with some exciting news! I’m engaged!” I show off my ring to the audience. The crowd erupts with clapping, cheering, and excitement. “I’m dedicating this song to the love of my life, David! He came into my world and gave my life meaning again. And lots of love! I love you, David!” And I start up song. Staring at David the entire time.

…The End…

Art, Creativity, Short Stories

Short Story #19

February 19, 2026 emily2jane Leave a comment

‘Oh my gosh, Jackson!?!’ He stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

Mrs. Stokes had invited me to their Thanksgiving weekend knowing my parents were out of town on medical business.

I of course came. Because I had been coming to their house almost every year my entire life. I’ve missed all holidays these last four years because of college, and that I just stayed on campus because it was just easier for my parents. Not that they didn’t love me or want to spend time with me. But they were specialists of their fields and would be sent off to various countries. It’s been so long since I was back.

But back to Jackson. He was my childhood crush. He was the typical off limits older brother. He was only three years older than me. I didn’t see it as a wide age gap, but he constantly would call me his little sister.

But he looked good. He had grown maybe another three inches, now over six feet. He was tanned, toned, looked strong. His hair was more blonde than last time I saw him. Which was over five years ago. I hadn’t seen or heard anything about him for the last five years; so I just assume he is married and started his life elsewhere.

As much as I wanted to stay and continue to stare and fantasize about Jackson; I didn’t want it to be known. Especially when his girlfriend or wife appeared. A crush is harmless; if kept secretive.

I walked past Jackson and into the kitchen. That’s where Mrs. Stokes was preparing the food. I thought it would be better to sneak by without acknowledging him.

“Hey Katie!” Jackson was grabbing my arm. He pulled me back to his side, “do you not recognize me? It’s me, Jackson.”

I looked towards him. He was so perfect up close. But he was touching me. His hand was so warm. I looked up into his face and saw he was actually concerned I hadn’t said hello to him.

“Hey Jackson. I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation with” I gestured to all the guys around us; they all acknowledged me with a head nod or a lifting of their drink, “so I was just going to say hello to hostess. But sure,” I brushed his hand off of me; I was afraid it would leave a burned handprint on me it was so hot, and turned towards him, “hello Jackson. Nice to see you again.” I answered a little more polite than necessary. Just to leave some distance between us, incase his other half came. I turn to continue on my quest to Mrs. Stokes.

“Really that’s all,” Jackson reaches out to stop me again.

I step away letting his hand drop, not making contact with me. Just because I allowed the touching in my youth, didn’t mean I wanted to cause a misunderstanding to his girl or any other guy at this party. Because a crush was just a crush. I actually wanted to meet someone and have my own love story. That I didn’t want my future boyfriend to misunderstand my relationship with Jackson.

“For now. Yeah. That’s all. I wanted to say hello to the one who invited me. So please excuse me,” I backed away and continued to Mrs. Stokes who was prepping the turkey. I gave her a hug even though she couldn’t hug me back at that moment.

I didn’t know what compelled me, but I glanced at Jackson. His buddies around him were laughing and probably making jokes. But Jackson was staring intently at me. His eyes softened a bit when our eyes met. It was a weird feeling I got when I looked into his eyes. Annoyance, frustration, defiance. Like I wonder if he has said to his friends that I was his little obedient sister who listens to him best, and me being defiant ruined his example. Like I was part of a bet he made and he lost. So he was annoyed at me.

So I looked away and continued to watch Mrs. Stokes prep the turkey. She was my mom away from my mom. And I really wanted love and affection after Jackson’s death look.

After about an hour of hiding out in the kitchen Mrs. Stokes ushered me back into the living room. She told me to talk to new people. There were lots of people my age. That Micheal would be coming later today; that his flight wasn’t until four-thirty.

Micheal. My best friend in my younger years. He was truly like my twin brother. I know Mrs. Stokes was hoping I would marry Micheal so that I could be her daughter-in-law, but Micheal is just my brother. And I’ve actually met his secret girlfriend, she is awesome. So hopefully he brings her along today to squelch Mrs. Stokes dream of setting us up.

I made my way to the drink cart. I was going to stick with water. Alcohol of any kind, didn’t seem to agree with my body.

“Hello, I’m Henry Charch. And you are,” a man about my age stretched out his hand to me.

“Oh. Hello! I’m Katie. A friend of the family,” I shook his hand. “You said your name was Henry, how do you know that family?”

“Oh. I’m actually that idiots cousin,” he gestured towards Jackson’s direction. “I’ve heard about you from Mrs. Stokes. She says you are learning to be a Pediatrician. That’s pretty amazing. What’s your favorite part of your job?”

The usual conversation as soon as people find out I’m a doctor. They want to know everything. I couldn’t tell though if he was truly interested by my profession or if he was hitting on me. It happened often. After the conversation was dying off he handed me a napkin with his number jotted down. So he had been hitting on me. I nodded a thanks and slipped it into my back pant pocket.

To say this happened often would be an understatement. Which believe me I’m flattered. I truly am. I just wish someone talked to me without knowing my future profession. I don’t want to only be seen as a doctor. I want them to get to know the real me first. I’m so much more than a doctor.

But it does happen often. I’ve finally grown into my body. I’m about five-ten. My hair looks curly with no fizz today. I have on minimal makeup. But I just look grown up now. Like no braces, clear skin, some curves, pink lips, etc. I just look my age now. Once that happened I was actually approached all the time. Which was comforting and flattering. Because I was not “that girl” growing up. But I knew I wasn’t going to meet anyone at this party that didn’t know my background. I wanted a spontaneous love story. Our eyes meet and we get to know each other slowly. But I’m at least courteous; I hold onto the numbers and discard them in a trashcan, but not at the party.

So to not be approached again, I disappeared out onto the balcony. And into a large loveseat. Enjoying the nice breeze and the silence. My job is constantly swarming me with people and noise. Sometimes I enjoy some alone time. But silence always puts me to sleep. I curl up off to the side, for a short snooze.

I woke because I felt a presence next to me. My eyes shot open and I sat up a little.

“Don’t worry Katie. It’s just me,” Jackson placed a hand on my calve. His hands were still so warm.

I still sat up, and the jacket fell to my elbows. ‘Someone covered me up?’ I glanced at Jackson and he only had a white short sleeved T-shirt on; so it was his jacket draped on me. I gathered it up and offered it back to him. I was extremely grateful for the jacket; because now the cold breeze sent a shiver through me; but I didn’t want him getting cold. ‘Why did I still care?’

Jackson chuckled, grabbed the jacket and swung the jacket over my shoulders. “Arms.”

I swam my arms into the sleeves. The cold breeze stopped instantly, and I felt warm once again. “Thanks Jackson.”

“Yep.” He continued to drink his water and look out at the mountains.

So I too sat in silence looking at the mountains. It took all my self control not to smell the jacket. My crush creeping back up. I thought of his girl; this sight would probably shock her. I didn’t want to ruin a relationship. “Jackson. I don’t think I should be wearing your jacket; your girlfriend might misunderstand.”

Jackson spat out the water he had just drunk; ruining his composure. He was sputtering and coughing. “What? Who said I had a girlfriend?!” He managed after the coughing subsided.

Hope was creeping up inside me. But I had to stay realistic; of course he would have someone, “no one said anything. I just assumed you would be dating someone now or even married. Am I wrong?”

“You’re wrong. I’ve been too busy to date anyone. College was more like a never ending internship for my now job. This is my first real vacation since forever.”

‘No girlfriend. Never a girlfriend…?’ That’s crazy. He’s gorgeous. There’s no way he didn’t date for the last five years. I just continue to stare out at the mountains. It must be about two o’clock now. The sun had shifted. I had napped for almost two hours. My night shift must have actually take a toll on me last night. This was also my first vacation in the last five years. I guess it’s not that unusual to live a solo life. I just realized that Jackson’s hand was still on my leg but that it had crept up to just above my knee. The heat was building. I tried to maneuver away from his touch.

“What’s with you Katie. You are keeping your distance. You move away when I touch you. Is it really that appalling. You were never like this in our youth. You always were around me, always. You’ve never once tried to reach out, I’ve only got info on you from my mom. Now that you are a doctor, are you too good for me to know you?” Jackson removed his hand from my leg.

I missed his hand in that moment, but it was gone. I just didn’t want to stir up my crush again. I didn’t want there to be any hope that I would be crushed later on. “I’m not. I just want to keep some distance between us incase someone misunderstands.”

“Who’s going to misunderstand? The guy from before who handed you his number. The napkin that still lives in your back pocket. You are worried about my distant cousin,” Jackson stood up to leave.

I stopped him. I jumped up and grabbed his clenched fist. His hands were hotter than before. “No. I didn’t want someone to misunderstand you. I wearing your jacket, sitting next to you on a loveseat, your hand was on me. I didn’t want the person in your life to misunderstand. I really do enjoy your company. I just don’t want to ruin a relationship with misunderstandings.” I let go of his hand that was now less tense.

The his hand caught mine abruptly. He maneuvered his hand to interlock our fingers. He sat back down on the loveseat, and he pulled me down with him but right next to him. I was so close to him. I could hear his racing heart beating. He smelled like pine trees. Being so close to him, he seemed bigger. I tried to release our hands. “Jackson let go of me.” I tried to wiggle free.

“Nope,” he held onto my hand with a death grip.

I still tried to get free. But I decided to just deal with it later. I used too much energy that I sat back against the cushions. I could feel the slumbers coming again.

“Just sleep. I’ll be here.” He let go of my hand, and instead put his arm behind me, pulling me closer to him.

My cheek now rested on his shoulder-chest area. His heart beat was constant and repetitive. Thump. Thump. Thump. I was out in moments.

…

When I woke up I was not outside. I was not in Jackson’s arm, instead I was in a bed. I opened my eyes to find I was in the forbidden Jackson’s room. I was sleeping in Jackson’s bed! Part of me was so excited, but my other half was terrified. That this was farther than I wanted to be. How did I get here?

“Good, your up,” Jackson came into the room. “Dinner is almost done. Did you want to eat in here or at the table with everyone?”

Jackson was so nonchalant about the situation. The fact that I was in his bed. That I was sleeping here. That he must have carried me through the house from the balcony. Knowing that everyone was going to misunderstand us. Like how could I now go out and eat with others. I just glared at him.

He smiled. He laughed as well, “sorry Katie. It started to rain so I brought you into my room. You were out cold. But it worked out in my favor. Now everyone out there knows you are taken. That you are mine.”

‘Mine.’ That word jumped out at me. His. What did he mean his? His right now? His forever….I didn’t know what to say.

He expected something. Because he walked over to me on the bed. Sat down right next to me and pulled me up to look in his eyes. “You are okay with this right? I assumed you were willing with you staying next to me outside. With you feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep on me. That you understood me…?”

I saw the panic in his eyes. He was worried that he assumed wrong. He didn’t; but it was nice to see that he cared about me enough to questioned if he had been wrong. Not that he assumed I was going to accept his advances no matter what. That it was still my choice at this point. I put his panic to rest. I leaned in closer to him and placed my cheek into his chest. His heart was beating so fast from panic. I reached around him and hugged him. I felt his arms slowly react and hug me back. He breathed a sigh of relief into me.

“You scared me Katie. I just did so many things out there when I brought you to my room; that I was worried I was going to have to apologize to some people.”

“What did you do?” I moved away from him slightly, but he pulled me back.

“I gave the napkin back to my cousin. Said that she was taken. I also told mom to stop trying to ship you with Mike; that you would only be his sister.” He stroked my hair.

I managed to pull away from his embrace and look up into his face. I saw the confident Jackson, but I also saw a hint of blush on his face. He was flushed. Haha! It was cute to see on him.

“Do I see red in your face, Jackson?” I teased him. It was my right, as his girl… ‘what am I now?’

My feelings must have shown. “What happened, Katie? You were all smiles right now, and now you look terrified!” Jackson scooped me up onto his lap.

He held me so close to him. That I tried to escape his embrace, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. “Jackson!…Let me go…”. You’re squeezing me…!”

He released a smidge, enough to look me in the eye. Our faces were so close. “Katie. Tell me what’s up? I’m not letting you go until you do.” Jackson’s body seemed to relax into the bed enough to get comfortable but his hands still held me firmly on his lap.

‘Just rip the bandaid off.’ “What are we now? You said I’m taken to your cousin, but what does that mean? Am I a practice for you, a starter. Did you just get jealous that someone else was interested in me, and this is just a phase for you? What am I to you?” I ripped off a bit more of that bandaid than I had meant. I was so embarrassed. I really wanted to not be in his arms now. ‘Let me go, Jackson. Let me die in hole.’ Instead I just buried my head into his neck. Not the best idea because he smelled of dreamy pine.

“Katie. Katie. Katie! Look at me,” Jackson’s body was tensing again.

I recoiled from his neck and looked into his eyes once again. His eyes were steely blue. I was drowning into them…’come back to the present Katie!’

“Have you been dating these last five years?”

I laughed. Which I’m realizing now not a good response when faces are so close. I shook my head.

“Have you been crushing on some guy these last five years?”

‘You.’ I couldn’t say that but I couldn’t say no, because that’s a lie. And I could very well say yes, because then that secret would be revealed. However, silence was not the answer.

“So you do have someone you like. He must be a tool for you to think that when a guy says “she’s taken”, that could mean anything. You have bad taste in guys.” Jackson released me and scooted me off of his lap.

I could feel a distance from him now. I missed his warmth. ‘But really!? My taste in guys is awful…haha! It’s you, you idiot.’ The silence was deafening. ‘How do I answer?’

“At least it’s just a crush,” Jackson grabbed my hand back into his, “meaning I still have chance to make you think only of me.” Jackson pulled me up to standing with him. “We are heading back out there. I’m showing you off, by my side. Everyone is going to know you are my almost girlfriend.”

‘Girlfriend? He was meaning I was his girlfriend….so if I hadn’t freaked out earlier, he would be introducing me to everyone as his girlfriend…? Stupid. Stupid, Katie!’ I really wanted to smack myself in the face.

Jackson started towards the door.

He stopped suddenly and I smashed my face into his back. ‘Well…I did get smacked in the face…just not how I thought…haha!’ I looked up to Jackson’s face. He was troubled with something. Maybe I should just put him at ease. “Jackson, I…”

Jackson’s hand tensed around my own. He threw open the door and started through.

He still looked troubled. “Jackson. The person I’ve had a crush on is…”

He turned to me. Cutting me off, “Is it Mike? I can handle pretty much anyone else. But not my brother.”

“Jackson. My crush is…”

He turned away from me, “No! I deserve a chance to win you over without knowing my rival. You will change your mind today.” Jackson started pulling me away again.

I tried to stop him, but as I said he was a lot stronger now. “No Jackson. Jackson! Wait!” I wiggled my hand free from his grip.

He stopped. Flexing his hand. Realizing my hand was gone.

“Jackson. My crush is you. It’s always been you. The last five years. The last ten. You are such an idiot,” I was trying to make it lite hearted. But he didn’t turn towards me. He didn’t move. Did I just sound too desperate? Do I seem unattractive now? Should I have just stayed silent? I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings, that’s how people get hurt. He was hurting because he thought he had to win me; but I’m hurting now because he is silent.

I thought the silence before was deafening, but this, this is way worse. There was no way I was going to go down and eat with everyone now…that failed confession. I had dreamed about that moment for years, and that was not how I wanted it done. I crept back to his room. As I closed the door, Jackson’s still stood in the same spot. My heart split as I closed the door.

I made it to the bathroom, somehow. I turned the faucet on for noise and I collapsed to the ground sobbing. ‘How could he just stand there? How could he give me so much hope, and then just crush me. How can I ever come to this house again?’ I needed silence. A panic attack was coming. I needed peace. My head was swimming. I saw the bath tub. I started filling the bath tub. Submerging my body was going to help. It would cut out all the noise. Leaving on my tank top and shorts I stepped into the filling tub. The warm water felt nice. It was comforting. I turned the faucet off as it reached my neck. I needed my brain to shut off. I needed my brain to stop swirling. I submerged myself.

Jackson

‘“It’s you Jackson!” That’s what Katie just said! She likes me. She’s always liked me. “You’re an idiot,” she also said; which is true too. Why hadn’t that ever been a possibility to me?’

Throughout growing up she’s always been hanging around me. She was at first a dumb little sister to me, but now she was the girl that made my heart jump when she walked into the house hours ago. She had grown up well, she was so gorgeous now. She was the first girl to make me notice her. Her completely avoiding me helped spike my interest even more. She blows me off when she first arrives, and now she is confessing to me that she has liked only me. Me! The guy that wanted to tare my cousin to pieces when he was hitting on her. The guy who wanted to kiss her while she was on my lap. But she confessed to me. ‘I’ve probably been standing here too long…’

I turn to pull my girl to me, to find no one there. She left? No way. I would have seen her walk by me. Or would have I? Maybe it was one of those moments where you are standing in dark space debating things to yourself. The door was closed. Did she close it on her way out? Now way I’m missing this moment. She’s not escaping me! I quickly walk out to the kitchen. Where the train of hungry people has started. I see my mom off cleaning the stove, “Mom. Have you seen Katie?”

“Hmmm? Oh hi Jackson. Did you succeed in having a daughter-in-law gift for me this thanksgiving?” Mom smiled as she cleaned the stove off.

“No. Mom. I…have you seen Katie. Things were said. And when I finally realized I was still thinking to myself, she wasn’t standing there anymore. She shocked me, I guess. Have you seen her?”

“Oh,” mom stopped scrubbing the stove. Her eyebrows furrowed. “No, honey. I haven’t seen her since you made your declaration to the family. Henry left by the way. You could have told him to back off privately.”

“Mom focus! Katie!” I looked around me and now everyone was looking at me.

“Dude,” Peter called out to me, “she must still be up there. We’ve been keeping our eyes open, waiting for you two love birds to come back. What did she do? Scale down the balcony to get away?” Laughter erupted.

‘Would she do that?’ I crossed the kitchen again and headed back to my room. She must have gone back into the room when I didn’t respond to her. I opened my bedroom door to find an empty room. The bathroom door was closed. Which I know I left open. As I walked over I heard the sink faucet running. I knocked on the door, “Katie? Katie? Please come out. I’m sorry I didn’t respond. Let me in,” Jackson waited for a response. But nothing came.

Peter’s words came to mind, ‘did she scale the balcony?’ There was a window in the bathroom…”I’m coming in, Katie.” I cracked the door open. The sink was still on, I turned off. The window was closed. I looked around and I saw the skirt and sweater that Katie had been wearing. Then I saw the sunken body in the bath tub. “Katie!” I rushed over to the tub and scooped up Katie’s, hopefully alive body. “Katie!! Katie!”

She started sputtering and coughing. Wriggling in my arms. ‘That’s a good sign.’ “Katie! Are you insane!?!” I pull the plug to the tub. I reach back to her. She was still coughing but she was just shivering now. I grabbed a towel from the counter and draped it over her body. She still was silent besides the occasional coughing. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the sink counter. I sat her there and I grabbed the hair dryer and began warming her up. Her cheeks were starting to have color again. I was so pissed. Not really mad at her, mostly surprised that, that was her reaction to my silence. I was more mad at myself for not immediately turning around, after her confession, and kissing her. She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking down and away from me. I want that teasing attitude back. I want her look at me again with her brown eyes. I want to claim our first kiss. “Katie. Look at me.”

She didn’t move at first. But then slightly her body shifted enough so that she could lift her head up to look at me.

Her eyes were red. Swollen. She had been crying. I could see the tears forming again. I wanted to put her mind at ease. I wanted her smile back. I wanted…I kissed her. I pulled her towards me, deepening the kiss. She would know after this kiss she was mine. I continued…She kissed me back. She was mine.

…

Art, Creativity, Short Stories

Short Story #16

August 2, 2025 emily2jane Leave a comment

“Hey! Do you want to come over to the house? Our kiddos could play. We could hang out. What do you say?” Karlee was almost giddy as she talked.

“Sure. But are you or your kiddos sick?”

“Why do you always ask that? Do you realize how inconsiderate you are?”

“Well you all did just move here from overseas, and you are still acclimating. Also, you all have been sick with various viruses for the last six months. This is nothing new for me to ask. Whenever I am invited somewhere I ask the host if anyone is sick. I have an infant. I would rather to not have a sick infant. And especially, we are going to be traveling down to see my pregnant sister here soon. They tried so hard for this baby; that I will not be bringing down a germ to them. So are you or your kids ill?”

“No we are not. But I think we are no longer available today. Goodbye.” Karlee ended the call.

I sat there puzzled and confused. Why did Karlee respond so abruptly. I’ve always asked if her family was sick before coming over. I always ask anyone. Not only did I not want to have sick children, but I didn’t want to get sick. Or have my husband get sick and still have to work. Inconsiderate? To me it would be more inconsiderate to invite people over to your house, knowing that you are sick. And in a way, Karlee had done that once before. They came to church one Sunday knowing their kid had the stomach flu. Naturally didn’t tell us until we were about to leave church; where our kids had been in close quarters with their son. To me that’s being inconsiderate.

“Hey Hon,” Jarred popped his head into the doorway.

“Yeah,” I placed my phone down on the coffee table.

“Did you just talk to Karlee?”

“Yeah. How did you know that?”

“Well Carl just texted me a long old text. About, how could I let my wife talk to his wife that way. That you are such an inconsiderate friend. That you must be stupid for constantly asking if his family is sick all the time. That you are a terrible mother for acting this way. That our kids are not growing up with proper parenting. That I need to manage my wife better. Any of this making sense to you? Did Carl loose his mind?”

‘Wow. Just wow.’ I recapped what had been said between Karlee and myself. I didn’t think it was enough to warrant Karlee tattling to her husband.

“I had hoped that it was a wrong person type of text. What’s Carl’s problem? Who is he to call my wife stupid? Question us on our parenting? Inconsiderate? Does he not see his text as rude to your feelings or mine? At the end of the text he added, ‘don’t tell your wife’. Like does he not know me by now? You and I don’t have secrets. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!”

‘I forgot. It’s not just me loosing a friend. But my husband now is loosing one too. Making friends when you are older is impossible.’ “Not quite yet. Let me reach out to Karlee, and question her first.”

Text: “I thought we were adults. I would prefer if you have something to say about me, you just say it to me. There’s no reason to get the husbands involved. I don’t appreciate your husband ridiculing my husband and my family. Please next time just say it my face or text it to me.”

Karlee’s reply: “I told him not to say anything. I vented to him; like all couples do. I’ll have him apologize to your husband.”

Text: “My husband doesn’t need a forced apology. If your husband wants to send one he can but a forced apology means nothing. That this will only happen again. That hurtful words would be said again. You do know, that this isn’t the first time; you both have made slide remarks about my family before. We let things go, because we really wanted to be friends.”

No more replies came. The conversation was over. And to me this friendship was too.

“If you want to text back you can; I’m not going to control you. But I think it’s over and done with,” I glanced and smiled weakly at Jarred; I placed my phone on the coffee table.

Jarred sighed as he walked over to me, “I think for our mental health we should give up on this friendship. This isn’t the first time Carl has made a comment about you or our parenting style. Which I can now understand in a sense, because I don’t approve of his parenting style. It’s become unbearable to watch him belittle his older son; to the extent now that I watch as the kid shuts down. Also, no one is allowed to call you stupid. Or insult you in any way! And the added part of don’t tell you…! What was he thinking ? He knows I tell you everything!” Jarred collapsed into the chair beside me.

It was time. Time to cut this family out of our lives. Things had been beginning to snowball. The eldest daughter had been rude and incredibly mean to my daughter. So much so, that Emma came up to me with almost tears; asking why her friend didn’t want her to play with her. Jarred was right about their parenting style with their oldest son. That everything the son did was wrong. Every little thing needed to be ridiculed or belittled. He was only six. I was already thinking that I could no longer watch it; which is sadly just leaving that kid there. But we couldn’t change it.

Jarred kissed me on the forehead, “what do you want to do?”

“We should just let it go. And let them go. I don’t think this is a good friendship to have. There’s already enough hard things in life. Let’s not have people in our lives that only bring negativity. I’m sorry though,” I leaned against his chest, “you only have a few friends…”

“Say no more. I was already thinking that I didn’t want this friendship anymore. I wasn’t doing anything because I knew you two were friends. I didn’t want my choices to affect your friendship. Carl only ever texts me when he wants something. Like my trailer or tractor. But there is no way I’m letting him borrow my stuff. Especially since he has no heavy equipment experience. But every time I said no, he calls me inconsiderate or unchristian like, for not willing to help out a fellow brother. But he never accepts my offer of me and the tractor. With him it’s always my fault. I’m tired of constantly having to say no, and be labeled as the bad guy.”

“So we agree?” I looked up into Jarred’s face, “it’s a good plan to remove this family from our lives? Not just ours, but our kids lives?”

“Yes definitely from our kids lives. Emma didn’t understand why she was kicked out of their daughter’s room. Emma is friends with everyone. But yes. We should. We both don’t do well with being called stupid. Especially when someone calls my wife stupid. That’s a huge mistake.” Jarred pulled me closer into a hug.

I hugged him back. “Though, I can be pretty dumb sometimes, right?”

“Yes you can. Especially when you are pregnant.” Jarred sighed and relaxed into me more. I pretended to bite his shoulder, “Haha! But I love you still! You are my little dummy, and only I am allowed to say it.”

“Jarred, I love you, you know?” I pulled away to look him in the face. My wonderful husband.

Jarred smiled. “Yes, I know. I love you too,” he kissed my nose.

I smiled and returned to the hug. I squeezed him a little more than before. But he accepted it.

We just stood there. In our kitchen. Content with life. Even if we had no friends, we still had each other. Closer than ever.

…The End…

Dedicated to my Husband.

I love you Mister!

*“Summer Nap”*
*08-02-25*
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Art, Creativity, Short Stories

Short Story #15

June 16, 2025 emily2jane Leave a comment

I’ve dropped down to living in a camper. I used to have a large house, pretty much an estate. I inherited it from my grandpa. He always liked me best. But long story short, my siblings kept badgering me. Constantly telling me they would take me to court. Saying I maliciously stole their inheritance, by tricking the man. All lies obviously. I was being strong. I was going to hold onto that house because my grandpa wanted me to have it. But it got so bad, that I got permission from my grandma to let it go. She told me, that my grandpa didn’t want me to have the house, he just wanted me to have an investment that I could sell to be taken care of for life. So with the help of a lawyer I traded the house, to my siblings, for the fair market value of the house. Which my lawyer assured me it was a great deal, since the house value was the highest it had ever been.

So within a few months of my grandpa passing away I had been a home owner, and now I was a multimillionaire. It was weird.

I’m a twenty year old with no clear path. I’m living in a camper since my job is remote. I write short stories for a daily magazine. I just move to new places as I want.

And I’m a responsible multimillionaire. I’m not just wasting the money away. With the help of that lawyer, I have a few investment properties and I have invested in a few raising companies. So that I can stay a multimillionaire, but a silent one.

Because you guessed it. As soon as I gained all this money I became the person everyone wanted to be friends with. Such a bother. My grandma was actually the one to tell me to leave and to keep my new wealth a secret. She knew how it felt, because she and grandpa had made the mistake in their younger years to announce their wealth. Still, I used a portion of my wealth to set my grandma up for life. Grandpa had left her a large sum to take care of herself, but I wanted that to be her fun money. Also I felt better leaving knowing my grandma was taken care of.

But all this to say, because I now live in a camper. Currently next to a beach, and I’m not very good at this whole drifter lifestyle.

Most drifters I’ve met are chill and go with the flow type people. Never stuck in a schedule. Whereas me, I like to have a schedule. I like to spend some days just writing in my camper and never going outside. I like being alone. I don’t need to be constantly social. Or so I thought.

My life changed Friday, June 13th, 2025 at 7:40am. There was a knock on my camper door, and when I opened it there was no one. Thinking it was a ding dong dasher I started to close the door again and then I heard a flapping sound. There was a flyer of some sort stuck to my window.

It read, “Party at #2 camper. Enjoy booze, drinks, music, and food at 7pm-1am. Come to party!”

Not really my thing. Just because I usually enjoy my quiet nights. I curl up with a crossword puzzle book and a cup of hot chocolate and I usually fall asleep there. ‘Not the best habit.’ But it was my new thing. But I scanned to the top of the camper park to see where camper #2 would be. I was at spot #42. And like in a story I locked eyes with the owner. He was beautiful…no not beautiful, handsome. Handsome is a better word. Haha! He was tanned, he was toned but not like steroid muscles; he was smiling at me. ‘He’s smiling at me!!’ I ripped my eyes away from him. I had been staring at him. All these sweet romance stories I write having the women be calm and collected is so phony now. I see a cute guy and I become a puddle of awkward goo.

I sneak a glance back towards his camper and he is no longer around. Thankfully. I can scan the scene to know if I’m going to want to go or not. There were streamers and ice chests filling the small grass area in front of the camper. So when they say drinking they meant it. There were lots of girls swarming around. All dressed appropriately for going to the beach, but not for being at a party. I’ll just say, more skin, less clothes. And they were already blasting music. It was that angry rap stuff. So based on my gaze of what was being prepared I could assume that this was not going to be my type of party. I don’t drink, I like more clothes and less skin, and I prefer country music. So dead giveaway that I would not fit into that crowd.

Looks like it was going to be a day full of chilling by myself. Maybe I would just sit in a chair and watch the festivities happen. It might give me an insight into that world for future stories. I head back inside my camper, I get dressed for the day, and I leave to go grocery shopping.

…

They were not kidding about a party. The party was huge! I wasn’t just in spot #2, it had morphed down to spot #22. So they were closely coming nearer to my space. Which made it harder for me to be sneakily siting in a lawn chair and watch the festivities happen. But I still did it, because the owner had called me and said they would not go past #30. So I would still have a good size buffer from them.

The party was like I had assumed. Lots and lots of drinking happening. Girls wearing pretty much nothing. Guys shirtless. Music so loud that I could hear the lyrics all the way down here. Definitely not my scene.

“You don’t want to come up?”

I jumped at the voice. I pulled the headphones from my ears and saw the cute guy from earlier standing just outside my camper space. “What!?”

He smirked and laughed, “I asked if you wanted to come up or not?”

“Oh! Oh. No. I wasn’t planning on coming. I don’t really think it’s my type of party.” ‘I’m sure I sounded like a goof.’

“I can get that. The party grew way bigger than I had expected. May I?” He mentioned to the second lawn chair.

“Oh, sure. Here,” I pulled my laptop bag off of the seat next to me. I didn’t like it that he was so calm and confident and I was falling all over myself.

“Thanks. He sat down next to me. He seemed confident. That he knew his place in the world. “So why didn’t you come up?”

“Oh. Umm, I’m not really that type of party person.” That was a stupid excuse. “I don’t really know. I’m just comfortable here where…I have no clue.” My face was getting hot.

He laughed. Not a I’m making fun of you laugh, but you are funny laugh. “You are making no sense, but strangely I understand you. But come on. You need to experience some new things in life,” he stood and offered me his hand.

‘What?! I’m not ready to go anywhere. I’m not dressed to go to that type of party. I guess I was. But I didn’t know if I wanted to go or not.’ But I still reached out and grabbed his hand. I grabbed my keys, threw my laptop inside, locked my camper door, and turned ready to follow this guy.

“I didn’t think you would actually want to go,” the guy was smiling but I could see a hint of surprise.

“I’m surprising myself. But I guess I should experience a party like this once in my life. And it helps that I trust the one taking me. I mean, no. I meant….do you know what I mean?” Why was I such a doof and around this guy?

“Haha! I know what you mean let’s go!” He reached down and grabbed my hand and started to pull me up to the party.

I could feel my face warming up because of his touch, but I felt safe with him. So I wasn’t truly fearing going to this party.

…

‘Oh. I was so wrong!’ Not about the guy I was with, but that I should have probably stayed at my camper. There was much more happening at this party that was not visual back at my camper. There was a “dance space” going on. But it was pretty much…a…very uncomfortable sight to see.

I don’t know why I did, I stopped suddenly, reached out and grabbed the arm of the guy towing me, he spun around to face me, and hid my face into his chest. I was so embarrassed by what I was seeing. The warmth was reaching my ears.

He just chuckled. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders and he carefully walked me around the outside of the dance space. Keeping a hand up to block my side profile view, of the dancing next to me.

I trusted him. I didn’t know why.

But we finally made it to the top of his spot. There were less people up here. There were just a few stragglers, probably the guys that couldn’t find a girl to go to the dance space with. The guy I was with, gestured to the several ice chests. There was beer is most of them, waters, and sodas. I chose a coke, because water seemed like a lame option. But amazingly enough to me, the guy grabbed himself a water.

“Hey Jackson! Where did you disappear off to?” A guy from group of stragglers, ran up and fake strangled him from the back.

‘Jackson. His name was Jackson.’

“I didn’t disappear. I just wanted to invite our neighbor.” He grabbed my hand again and pulled me towards him. He once again drooped his arm around my shoulders. “This is…actually I don’t know your name?”

“Sally. My name is Sally Anne Marck. Nice to meet you,” I nodded my head to the guy in front of me.

“Nice to meet you Sally, I’m Matt,” he reached his hand out.

But before I could accept his hand, Jackson held his hand instead. “No touching needed,” Jackson said.

I laughed quietly. I thought it was cute.

“Dude. It’s not like I’m going to try and take her. You walked all the way down there to get her. And you’ve been looking at her these past few…” Jackson harshly nudged Matt in the side to shut him up.

‘Looking at me these last few what!?! Hours? Days? Weeks?’

“Please ignore Matt. Anyways. Sally. What are you doing in this area? Visiting family? Friends?”

‘Keep answers short. I wanted to be acknowledged for me and not my money.’ “I’m actually taking a bit of time to travel. Just seeing new sights. I ended up here by accident actually.”

“So…do you…umm?”

“What my friend is trying to ask, is do you have a boyfriend?” Matt called out over his shoulder while he got another water.

I know my cheeks became pink. But as I snuck a glance at Jackson and he became flush too. “Umm…no. I’ve never had a boyfriend.” ‘Why did I say that? I could have said I don’t have one. Not make it totally clear that I have zero experience.’

“Really?” Jackson grabbed my hand once again.

“Really,” my face became warm.

“Sweet,” Jackson pulled me a little closer to his side.

I liked it there. I strangely I still felt safe. Matt was just staring at us nodding his head. Approving on what was happening.

‘What was happening? Was something happening? Would something happen?’

“Well, since you two are now together, I’m going to try my luck at meeting someone on the outskirts of the dance space. See you two love birds later,” Matt waved as he walked away.

“He’s an idiot but a good guy,” Jackson said as he watched Matt walk away.

I just nodded. I was still processing everything. ‘I was standing next to the cute guy. He was holding my hand. Jackson’s best friend just said we were together, but was that actually real? Or was he just kidding?’

I looked up at Jackson, he was just looking off towards the dance space. He was smiling. I looked down at our hands and he was still holding mine. But what did that actually mean? “Hey Jackson, what does this mean to you?” I held up our hands. ‘What am I doing? I just asked him directly!?!’

“Hmm?” His eyes came back around to me. His smile suddenly disappeared and he dropped my hand.

That wasn’t the reaction I wanted. My hand felt so empty now.

“I’m sorry. Did I overstep? I just having been watching you for a few days now and I’ve been curious about you. I threw this party to have you come and to get to know you. But when I saw you at your camper still, I decided to go meet you myself. Then you decided to come and I was ecstatic! You were so cute when we walked up to the dance space. Not only did I pull you into my arms to hide you from the dancing, but I wanted to let all the other guys around, that were checking you out, that you were taken. Matt is an idiot, but he did help me ask you if you had a boyfriend. I was surprised you said you’ve never dated, because you are gorgeous. So I guess…I mean…I thought we could be together now. But if I’m way off base, I can totally back off.” Jackson started to back away from me.

I instantly grabbed his hand back. I wanted to be with him. And him exploding his confession was so cute. I knew I was falling in love with him. “I want you too!”

He stopped at my touch and smiled at me, then at our hands. “I guess I should have verbalized this earlier. Sally. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

‘Yes!’ “Yes!” I blurted out. I probably looked like an idiot in love.

Jackson chuckled. He pulled me to his side. Instead of holding my hand, he brought his other hand around my waist. He just held me there. We stood there together staring off into the chaos of the party. Only paying attention to our touches.

…5 years later…

So Jackson and I are married now. We dated for about 1 year. Not really doing much of anything. Talking about life, family, goals, etc. Walking on the beach, staying in the camper, surfing, snorkeling, hiking. Just living life.

The talk about my money did eventually come up. And it wasn’t anything big. Jackson was surprised at first, but wanted to continue the secret of it all. He didn’t want to be know for money, but for our own accomplishments. However, the only large sum he used was to help Matt start up his camper site business. Which I fully agreed with, since Matt was a main reason for us starting to date. He convinced Jackson to throw the party to give himself the opportunity to meet me.

We are still living in a camper. We thought it would be good to travel around and figure out where we wanted to end up before having kids. Which we actually need to decide pretty soon, since I’m actually expecting our first little boy. Little Jacob Tomas Gallagher. Named after Jackson’s grandpa and my own.

Which I believe it was my grandpa and God that led me to Jackson. It was an accident me stopping at that beach. I originally had planned to stop about thirty miles farther. But the exit was called Tomas St. My grandpa’s name. In the town of Martha; my grandma’s name. Seeing those two things made me want to stop, but then God speaking to me, ‘Stay a while,’ was all I needed. I pulled off the highway and found the camping site. How peaceful it was, I could see that this place was a great spot to stop. And it was.

.-.-.-.-.-.

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*06-15-25*

Art, Creativity, Short Stories

Short Story #13

December 16, 2024 emily2jane Leave a comment

“A high school reunion? Sounds like fun!” Sharron squeaked as she pulled dinner from the oven.

“Would you really like to go? I don’t know anyone anymore. I haven’t seen them since graduation. I would be surprised if we have anything in common with them,” David was sitting at the kitchen table.

“What does that matter? It’s not like I’m going, expecting to make friends. I’m going to support you. Do you not want me to go?”

“Of course Sharron, I want you to go,” David stopped what he was doing and came to hug his wife from behind. “You would be the only good part about that event,” he kissed her on the neck. “It’s decided we are going. I need to show you off anyways; letting everyone know I am the luckiest man alive.” David walked back over to his phone and sent out a quick text.

‘I guess I’m going to a reunion.’ Sharron return to getting dinner ready.

…

Sharron

The reunion was not at what I was expecting. I thought it might be a relaxed restaurant, maybe thirty to forty people. No it was at their high school, which I should have assumed, and it was packed. Cars were spilling onto the side streets. A large crowd was gathering outside the gym doors. Us included. There was a loud thud coming from behind the doors. ‘I should have brought some earplugs.’

Looking around I felt out of place. David had insisted I wear a classic black dress. Nothing revealing or tight. Just classic. He assured me that I would not be the only one dressed up, but looking at the women around me I felt way overdressed. Like a few of the women off to my right, were wearing skimpy bedazzled mini dresses. They were dressed up in a sense, but they seemed to be barely wearing anything. Or they were all falling out of their tops. I would never wear something like that in public; and it’s not like I felt beneath them, but that I was uncomfortable for me. Also, for David to be exposed to their scantily clad clothing. I didn’t want my husband to see that. I didn’t want to be having these thoughts of worries.

But David’s hand moved to my waist, he pulled me closer to him and whispered, “I only have eyes for you. And be careful, you are staring.”

I glanced at David. His eyes were glued to mine. He was beginning to get that look, and I broke eye contact with him and blushed while glancing away. David chuckled at my rosy cheeks. ‘Not helping.’ Finally the doors opened.

Even though the night was not what I have expected, the food was delicious. They had Famous Dave’s catering. David and I rarely went out to eat, but if we did we went there. I loved the ribs; I could put away so many. But tonight I was being a little reserved since I was in public. ‘Maybe I could bribe a worker to bring me a large zippy and I could bring some home?’

David was off with his friends. He told me I could stay with him if I wanted, but that the guys are not very clean with their speaking. David knew how I felt about language; so instead I let him go off with the guys and I am still standing by the food. I wasn’t going to try and attempt to talk to anyone. The women I saw before were “dancing” by the DJ, if you could call it that. I’m sure there may be some people I could relate to, but I didn’t want to go and search for them. I planned to just stay in this general area the rest of tonight. But right now, I had to go to the dreaded spot. The restroom.

In the movies, the bathroom was the place that most of the backstabbing and ridiculing happened at reunions. And I’m devastated to say that it was indeed true.

“Did you see the woman that David brought? I knew he got married, but I assumed he would have married someone at least close to his level. She was such a plain Jane. Like did you see her dress?”

“I know right. Ugly. She may have a decent figure, but you would never know in that bag dress. It looked like a black trash bag tied at the waist. Hideous!”

‘Wow. The mean girls could really be mean. So thankful I was homeschooled and I didn’t have to go to another reunion.’

“Trixy, are you just a little bit more against her since you had a major crush on David in high school?”

‘What?’

“No. I just assumed he would have married someone like Liz. She and David were the most popular at school. He deserved a Liz as his wife, not a sad Susan.”

“I think her name is Sharron…”

“Susan, Sharron. Same difference. Okay let’s adjust ourselves. Better. Maybe I missed my chance with David in high school, but I can always try now.”

“Don’t do anything drastic. Based on what I’ve been hearing, is that David only has eyes for his wife. However, showing him you exploding out of your top might be the only way to get him to glance at you. No guy can resist that.” They laughs together. “That looks perfect. Let’s go and break up a marriage!”

‘They were truly awful. I wanted to go home.’ I exited the bathroom stall and checked my reflection. My eyes were a little smudged by the tears kept at bay. I cleaned up my face and ventured back into the lions den. I no longer wanted to be at this ridiculous reunion. David was right, I shouldn’t have come.

…

I had planned to march over to David and demand we leave, but as I glanced over at him he was laughing and smiling with the guys surrounding him. I couldn’t bring myself to be that wife. Instead, I decided to just go sit alone outside. The warm air was enough company for me; I needed some peace and quiet, to calm my flustered heart.

…

David

“Dude, I can’t believe you are married. You were the last person I ever assumed would get hitched,” Jeremy smacked me on the shoulder. “I thought you were all about that bachelor life. New chick every night. No strings. Freedom. What happened?”

‘I knew this conversation was bound to happen. I was a different type of guy in high school. And now looking back I wish I hadn’t been that guy.’

“I grew up. I matured. And it’s a good thing I did or I would never been good enough for Sharron.”

“I don’t get it,” Jeremy shook his head.

“Well I do. David found a diamond in the rough. There aren’t too many Sharron’s left in the world. Especially in today’s world. David is lucky that, that caliber of woman decided he was good enough for her.”

Looking around to see who said that, my eyes came to Devan. Devan and I were never friends in high school; but I decided in that moment that he would be a good new friend to make. I nodded at him.

“Thank you, Devan. Means a lot.”

“Why are you even standing here, Devan? You should be off in the library or stalking unattractive women,” Jeremy and several of the guys huddle around snickered.

Devan turned away and left.

“Enough,” I stepped out of the center. I was a different person now. I guess these guys will never understand. “When will you guys ever grow up? You know become mature? I’m different now. I don’t enjoy breaking people down and belittling them. I’m not proud of the person I was back in high school. I’m proud of who I’ve change to be. And my wife. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. I am lucky to have her as Devan said.”

I was just met with blank stares and some annoyed faces. They would never understand, because most of these guys still wished to be back in high school, and I’m the person that now wishes they could forget those four years. ‘I shouldn’t have come.’ “Forget it. None of you will understand until you decide to leave the past as the past. It was different to see you all again, but I think my time here is done. Good seeing you all,” I raised my beer to them and started away.

“Hey David! Do you remember me?”

A woman stood before me. I only kept my eyes at her eyes, because of her posture I’m sure she wanted me to look lower. But I wouldn’t do that. Not to my wife, but also because I’m not the same guy; and I’m ashamed to say that younger me would have looked. Which made me sick to my stomach. “Nope,” and I walked away from that group. I was done with them. Instead, I wanted to be with that special one.

“Hey David,” Marleen called over, “I know where your wife went if you are looking for her.”

Marleen was a safe person. Her husband was Tomas, a man I worked with occasionally. If she could help me end this night quicker I would take it. I headed off in her direction.

…

Sharron

The night air was warm and soothing. I could only hear a soft thumping from the gym. I was sitting on the bleachers by soccer field. I wasn’t too far a distance from the gym, but I was far enough that I knew I would not be disturbed.

Tonight had been something I needed to experience. Next time I’ll listen to David, if he is not one hundred percent in support of me going somewhere then I’ll just stay home. Being homeschooled saved me from ever experiencing this type of thing. Like I could go to a swim team reunion, but would I really want to? I’m probably also the only one to be married, stay at home wife, wanting a family, and so on. I think one reunion is enough for one lifetime.

David

Marleen didn’t just tell me where Sharron had disappeared to, but also what had been said in the bathroom. Marleen had been in one of the stalls as well. She summarized what was said, and I’m not surprised Sharron disappeared outside.

There Sharron sat. Back to the gym doors, hunched over on the bleachers. I don’t know if she was cold or what, but her shoulders were shaking. She had better not be crying. Or I was going to knock some heads together. I quickened my pace until I was just inches from her. Then I heard her.

Laughter. She was laughing hysterically. I shook my head and smirked. ‘That’s my Sharron.’

“Anything good?” I tapped her on the shoulder.

She yelped, throwing the phone into the air, and started to fall backwards off the bleachers.

I caught her in my arms, but sadly the phone was thrown in the opposite direction. She was more important than some phone.

Sharron had her eyes still closed. Thinking she was still falling bracing herself for the painful thud. I laughed, “you are not going to fall. At least not when I’m around.”

Her eyes opened in a flash and then searched my face.

I could see happiness of recognition, but I also saw the hurt. She tried to mask it, but I knew her all too well to know when she was hiding something from me. It pained me to see her hurting. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. A deep kiss. A I love you with all I have, kiss. A kiss that should tell her that whatever was said before meant nothing. A kiss at wasn’t just for her, but for me as well.

I pulled away from her to see a rosiness rising in her cheeks again. Oh, how I loved the rose color; especially when it was because me. “Do you want to head home?”

She looked at me, “you sure you have talked to everyone that you wanted to? We don’t have to leave just because I’m hiding out here.”

I loved her. Even though she was feeling miserable, she still cared about me first. “Yeah, I’m good. I realized a bit ago that I don’t have much in common with those people as I used to. Also I’m happy I can’t relate to them anymore. But I did sip on a beer, are you good to drive home?”

Her face lit up! “Sure I’ll drive.”

She scrambled to get out of my arms, gathered up her purse and jacket, scooped up her surprisingly fine phone, linked arms with me and headed back towards the gym. Her face was beaming.

‘There she is. My Sharron was back.’ I allowed myself to be towed by the woman I love.

As I entered the gym once again, I could feel glares in my direction. I knew these people were petty but I didn’t realize how much. Good riddance. I’m just bummed that I only hung out with those people, that I didn’t get to talk more with Devan and Marleen. They seemed like they would be more like my type of people.

We only paused a moment in front of the food. Sharron was eyeballing something. And I knew instantly what she was wanting. I kissed her on the cheek and left her there, walking towards the food buffet. Returning to her with a large foiled brick in my hands. She looked at me quizzically.

“Ribs. I guessed this is what you wanted, right?”

The rose color resurfaced again. This time accompanied by a small embarrassed grin. “How did you know?”

I interlocked my fingers with hers and whispered into her ear, “because I know everything about you.”

She let out a giggle deepening the red in her cheeks.

‘Man, I love her.’ I was about ready to kiss her once again, here in the middle of everyone, but I knew that would only embarrass Sharron. I wouldn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to let everyone know that I was proudly and happily married to my wife. Instead, I let her hold the packaged ribs and placed both hands on her hips guiding her through the crowd. That touch alone would tell the other woman they had no chance and tell the men to keep their distance. I knew I was protective, but I didn’t realize I was this protective. But as Devan said, she was a diamond. I needed to keep her by me so that she wasn’t snatched away.

After nodding goodbye to a handful of my old teachers we were finally outside again. Only to almost run into Devan.

“Whoops. My bad,” Devan said as he side stepped out of Sharron’s way.

“No problem at all Devan. Sorry. Wasn’t really paying attention,” which was true. How could I with my beautiful wife in front of me.

“Totally understand. With this one as your partner, I’m not surprised. Maybe more surprised that you thought to bring her somewhere like this,” he gestured his drink around, “not a very classy place for a classy lady.”

“Yep. My mistake. But good seeing you. We are headed out, but I hope to be able to meet up with you again.” I handed him one of my business cards. “I put my cell on the back. Really. Good seeing you.” And I started to guide Sharron past Devan and towards our car.

“You too, David.”

…

David

Finally we were home. I think I’m going to stop drinking, because that was the longest, most stressful hour drive I’ve ever experienced. I love Sharron but she can’t drive. Ha!

…

Sharron

I was clean and in our bed. That shower helped wash away all the negativity and mean words that were said today. I had nothing to worry about. Because David loved me. He loved me so much that he got me a huge amount of ribs! More than I was going to ask for. He loved me. I knew it. And I also knew, that I loved him unconditionally. He was my wonderful husband. Mine. Forever mine. As David climbed into bed, I knew it would always be like this. He would always be the one next to me. I snuggled into his side. That was my spot. Forever and always.

David

She was beautiful. This lovingly woman in my arms. Especially after realizing how much of a terrible person I must have been in high school. That it amazed me that this wonderful woman chose me. I just held her in my arms, listening to her sighs in her sleep. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her forehead, and closed my eyes. Breathing in pace with her, savoring this woman, as I too fell asleep.

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Short Story #12

November 30, 2024 emily2jane Leave a comment

Ginny

“Come on. Get up! Stand up for yourself. Are you stupid? Can you not understand me? Get up!”

I tried to push myself back up into a standing position, but they shoved me back down to the ground. Pain. I could feel the warm blood begin to seep from my knee.

“Never mind. Stay down there. That’s where you truly belong. Where the trash and scum live. You are just pure garbage.” The girl above me snickered and the others chimed in too.

‘Please help me. Someone. Help me.’

“What are you all doing!?” An alarmed woman’s voice called out behind the group.

“Run!” the group of girls yelled at each other as they all ran away from the scene.

“Ouch!” A few of them crushed my hand as they fled. Still not caring for my existence. ‘I can’t move. I don’t think my body will do anything for me.’

“Oh no. Sweetie. Are you alright? Do you need help? Here let me help you.”

The woman helped get me into a sitting position. I finally could look her in the face. She has a warm smile. Rosy cheeks. I knew I was safe for a moment. I looked down at my body to see the damage that was done. I gasped because it was worse than ever. Both knees were gushing blood. My elbows were beginning to bruise. My skirt was torn. My shirt was smeared with grime. I can’t imagine how my face looked.

“Come with me,” the woman carefully pulled me up into a standing position. “I’ll help you, but come with me.” She walked me to the entrance of the supermarket. Everyone was staring, pointing, gasping. I wanted to disappear, but my hero wasn’t backing away; so neither would I.

I pretty much hobbled all the way to the bathroom. The woman was a big help. Once in there I collapsed onto a small bench. I thought the woman would leave me but she stayed. She didn’t just stay, but she started to clean my face. Looking at the used paper towels I saw so much red. But my face felt so much better. She also cleaned my elbows, my knees. Magically she had bandages in her purse. So not only was I cleaned up, but I was healing.

“Than…thank you.” I choked up. No one had ever helped me. They always passed by while I was being bullied; or avoided me like the plague when I had to walk home after the beatings.

“Of course my dear. It’s what any decent human being would do,” the woman smiled warmly.

‘That’s probably why…no one had been decent.’

I glanced in the mirror and I was shocked that she had helped me at all. My face was turning black and blue. I had a cut over my eye; also one on my chin. But everything was bandaged. The woman didn’t stop there. She brought out a comb from her purse and proceeded to brush my mangled hair back into a normal state. She pulled it back into a half pony tail. She checked my reflection before nodding. Then she pulled out a bottle of foundation.

“Is your purse a Mary Poppins bag?”

She laughed. That made her smile even warmer. “You could say that. Do want some of this? Just for your face bruises. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around people when you head home later.”

I nodded. Anything to help the stares would be great.

She must have done some else’s makeup before. Because before I knew if she was done and I looked one hundred and ten percent better. “Thank you.” I was surprised she wasn’t asking any questions. Most people don’t help, but they think their own wisdom is the best help they can give.

“Of course honey. Well are you hungry? I’ll buy you a sandwich from the deli. I’m a bit hungry myself.”

“Yes please!” Wow. Help and food. I am getting spoiled today. But would happen tomorrow…

…

After lunch the woman walked me back to the front of the store.

“Do you think you can make it home okay?”

I nodded. I didn’t know if I could, but I shouldn’t take up any more of this woman’s time. “Yes. Thank you so much again.”

“Of course,” the woman waved goodbye, grabbed a cart, and once again entered the supermarket.

‘Of course. She had been here to shop. Well now what am I going to do?’ The bullies had shoved me into their car after school and brought me here. But after being spooked, I’m sure they all left by now. How was I going to get home? I’m miles away.

…

Mrs. Holler

Gathering up my groceries, I headed back to the front of the store. I’m happy I was able to help her. I hope she got home alright. ‘How could there be such terrible people everywhere…’

The girl was sitting on a bench to the side of the entrance. ‘Poor dear.’ I walked up to her smiling. This girl deserved the biggest smiles. “Did your ride never show up?”

She jumped at the voice behind her. Her arms came up in defense. She relaxed as she saw it was me.

‘I’m so sorry.’ I’m sorry, my dear. Do you think you could help me carry these groceries to the car. And I can give you a lift home. Or at least give you a lift to a bus stop if that would be better.” ‘She must be bullied non stop.’

She nodded.

I handed her a few bags, but the lighter ones. I’m sure her ribs were in some pain.

Once in the car it was discussed I would just drive her the whole way home. She didn’t have money for the bus fare. I sent off a quick text, to let my daughter know I would be a little late, and then gave my full attention to the girl in my passenger seat.

‘Should I bring it up? Or leave it alone. It’s best to talk about it…’

“Will you tell me what happened earlier?”

She shifted in her seat.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want. I just can sometimes be a help to people. If you want to, I’m all ears.”

She shrugged and looked out the window.

That was probably a no. I should just drive. ‘Focus on driving.’

“It happens everyday. For some reason I’m their choice for a target. I’ve never done anything to be on their radar. Just randomly one day I was tripped by someone, and after that I’ve been tortured everyday.”

I knew that was just the opening. But already I was so sorry for her.

“The torments kept getting worse and worse. I thought they might stop if I stood up for myself. But instead that just set them off more. They started shoving and beating me down. They wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t they stop!?”

Ginny was choking back tears. “Just cry my dear. You will feel better.”

“How do you know? Why did you help me today? You could have just walked by. Everyone always just walks by. Those girls might torment me even more tomorrow. What’s the point? Maybe I should…”

“No! Don’t finish that sentence,” I pulled off to the side of the road. I turned to look at her. I didn’t know what she was about to say, but I needed her to know. “I stopped because I wanted to help you. I wish someone would have stopped for my daughter. She was like you. She was the target of bullying. For no reason, but they decided she was the fresh meat. They tormented her everyday, and she of course kept it all from me. She didn’t want me to worry.”

“One day she didn’t come home. I got so worried that I went out looking for her. After about four hours of searching, I had almost given up hope until I spotted her. Standing on the sidewalk next to a busy street. It was the first time I saw my daughter looking broken. I don’t know why I knew, but I took off running in her direction. I made it to her, just as she took her first step into the street. I said nothing to her, but hugged her. She collapsed into my arms. We both broke down on the sidewalk. That day I discovered that I was not doing my job as a mom. That day I made a promise that I would help someone else who needed help! I would be the one to make a difference in their life.”

I realized it had been silent in the car the whole time as I spoke.

I looked over at the fragile girl beside me and she just had a look of shock.

“Your daughter tried to…?”

I nodded. She did. That was the most terrifying day of my life. When I realized that my daughter wanted to end everything. That she was in so much pain that she forgot all about me. But that wasn’t her fault. I was so wrapped up in my career at the time that I’m sure she thought she couldn’t turn to me. That she had been all alone in the world. ‘My poor baby.’ “Yes. So I will stop and help someone if they need help. I will always stop! Not another child will feel alone and lost while I’m around!”

“Just so you know I wasn’t going to say anything like that. I was just going to say something like run away. Go back into the system. Change to a new family in a new district. Running away from here seems like my only option.”

‘Foster…? So she no one.’ “I’m glad to hear that you weren’t thinking that way. No child should. So I’m assuming your foster parents don’t know?”

“They know. But they are fostering about twelve kids right now. Some of those kids need special care. And sadly if the state finds out I’ve been receiving beatings they will just assume my foster parents are doing it. They would lose everything. They truly are wonderful people, but they can’t risk everything for me; when those little kids really need them. So I’ve just been suffering by myself. But since the bullies aren’t going away I think I’ll just go back into the system.”

‘I wonder.’ “What school do you go to?”

“Marshall Haven Heights. Why?”

“Okay. I know some of the kids that go there. I could introduce you to a few. They are stand up kids and probably would have your back. If you would like that kind of thing.”

‘Friends? No. Charity friends.’ “I don’t want people to be around me because they are told. My one true friend bolted the moment I started to get bullied. She didn’t want to be a victim as well.”

“Don’t worry about that. My daughter is four years older than you. That’s actually the school she went to too. The kids I know there, are the siblings of the friends that rallied around my daughter after everything. Her friends are what got her through high school. They are a good group of kids. Do you want an introduction?”

‘What have I got to loose. Anyways I don’t think this woman is going to leave me alone now. “Sure. Why not.”

“Good. Let’s do it tomorrow!” I knew I was beaming, but I’m so excited to help!

…

Ginny

I knew these kids. They were the popular but non popular kids. If that makes sense. They were popular in the scholar parts of school. I guess you could call them preppy…or nerds. Something like that. Not really my type of people. But I couldn’t say that with Mrs. Holler next to me.

“Ginny. This is Nathaniel, Stephen, Sarah, Kevin, and Melanie. All of you, this is Ginny.”

Mrs. Holler kept looking at me, then back at them, then back at me. She probably wanted someone to initiate a hello. I didn’t want to, but I could also see that they were wary of me as well. Probably because my face was still heavily bruised. ‘Whatever. Just get this over with.’

“Hello,” I stepped forward, “my name is Ginny. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Good. Good.” Mrs. Holler was nodding excitedly. “Well I’ll be off. Hopefully,” she stepped up to me, “things will get better. I hope if I see you again it’s under better circumstances.” She gave me a quick hug, “goodbye.” And she left.

I watched as Mrs. Holler walked away. No matter what happens I am so thankful to her that day. I turned back to the group still standing in front of me. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here. I can read it on those two faces,” I pointed to Sarah and Melanie. I must have been right because they shifted on their feet. “So we can forget this. I’ll make do. I don’t want people in my life, that don’t want to be there. That’s pointless. So if Mrs. Holler asks I’ll say you have been great. You can lie too. I don’t need charity. If anything happens again, I’ll just leave.”

They just stood there. Not answering. Stephen and Kevin looked at each other. Nathaniel just kept staring at me. Nothing. I wasn’t expecting anything, anyways. “See ya,” I turned and headed towards the doors that would offer knowledge, but also a beating. Probably one of the worst kinds. If so, I will just be done.

Surprisingly the bullies stayed away. They didn’t even look at me. They didn’t speak to me. I was grateful, but I was also worried. Because that usually meant the beating would be away from adult eyes. ‘I could just leave. Right now. Before school is over. Just gather up my belongings and leave.’ It was tempting, but I did want to graduate. If I was gone all the time, then high school would take forever.

Clang! Clang! Clang! School was done for the day. Instead of waiting until everyone was gone, I decided to exit with the crowd. To disappear within the faces. ‘Maybe the bullies would miss me. Maybe I could get away. Maybe I could just do this the rest of high school. Maybe….’ That thought died on my tongue. Because waiting right next to the bus was the group. They were stopping everyone before they entered the bus. They were searching for me. Sweat started to trickle down my back. I could hear my heart beginning to speed up. My mouth went dry. I stopped walking, which is what tipped them off. A girl pointed at me; then the whole group looked up to see me and sneered. They left their perch at the bus, and started towards me. I started to back away. I don’t know why I didn’t run, but instead I stupidly backed up until I was back inside the school lobby. There was no where to hide. ‘I could run to the teacher lounge.’ But that would get linked back to my foster parents. I can’t do that.

Instead of hiding I just dropped my backpack to the floor. I too, slowly sank to the floor. Sitting in the position that they usually push me to when the beating begins. I would just take the beating. I wouldn’t try to fight back, be strong, or hide. I’ll just take it.

I waited for the group. As they finally circled around me, Ashley, the girl from yesterday, squatted down to my level.

“What’s this?” She grabbed a piece of my hair, “ you are all ready for me? All I need to do is crush you, until you are part of the floor. You know. I really think I could stomp your body flat until you are new kind of rug. That’s all you are, something for someone to stand upon. This is going to be fun!” Ashley dropped my hair and stood back up.

Just as the first stomp should have made contact with my back, a voice called out, “ what’s going on right now!?”

I lifted my head to see Principal Jessica and Nathaniel standing in the outer ring of the lobby. Nathaniel had his phone up, probably recording.

‘How humiliating.’ I dropped my head back down. Actually wishing I could disappear into the floor.

The groups started to panic and attempted run away. “Stop right there! I know each of your faces! If you run now you will definitely be expelled!” Principal Jessica and Nathaniel were walking up. “Get up my dear.”

How was I suppose to know they were talking about me. Until I felt a warm hand grab my shoulder, I looked up and see it was Nathaniel. He didn’t say anything. He just shook his head and helped me stand up. My knees felt weak and I almost fell, but Nathaniel caught me and held me up. ‘I’ll just go with it for now.’ Leaning on someone felt so strange but also nice. I don’t really know what happened after that. My head started to spin and I just felt my body collapse under me.

…

Few Days Later

Ginny

Well. A lot of things happened in these few days. And for the first few days, I was unconscious in a hospital bed. But after I woke up, I discovered that Ashley was arrested by the cops after more testimonies came. Several students that had witnessed my bullying came forward to share what happened in the past. Mrs. Holler added what she had saw. What Nathaniel had recorded was evidence too. The school actually search through their security feed to discover not all the beatings were done in complete secrecy. The bullies from the posey that were caught on camera being physical, were expelled. The others were suspended, and would not graduate this year; they would have to repeat.

So being back at school felt strange. I didn’t have any more to fear. I could just go to my classes; go and learn without being worried about what would happened after the bell clanged. I felt relaxed for the first time in a long while. This feeling was all thanks to the one woman who bravely stopped that day.

Mrs. Holler had helped so many students that day she helped me. She not only stopped my bullying, but now bullying had severe consequences. I don’t know if I would ever be able to thank her enough. She was the person that I would never forget. She has inspired me to be that person who stops and helps someone in need. I will always stop too!

,,,The End…

My son’s art. I love it so much!! My brain could write a story today, but couldn’t draw a picture… probably my art brain needs a rest. My daughter and I just finished painting all of her Christmas presents. I love my babies! 🥰

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Short Story #9

October 20, 2024 emily2jane Leave a comment

‘Why did I come out tonight? Why am I out here with people I haven’t seen in over two decades? Why did I think I would still fit in?’

My husband let me out for a night, solo. He’s at home with the kiddos. This is my first night in years being away from my little ones. My old tennis team was having a reunion, and I desperately wanted to go. But now that I’m here I’m confused why I desperately wanted to be here.

The venue was chosen as Roberta’s. A line dancing club and bar. I always wanted to come here again. I used to love the dancing, the atmosphere, and the social time.

Well the dancing is different to me, or maybe I’ve become too domesticated. It was just people getting as close as possible without getting intimate.

The atmosphere was fine, except the music was so loud. Like too loud!! I didn’t realize I had become such a prude; but I guess I am. Also I’m not used to the type of music. With my kiddos I’ve had to be careful what kind of music I listen to, because my kids mimic. Answering questions like, “what does this song mean?” And the song is about getting in the backseat of car…I don’t want to explain that to a seven year old. So I try and stick to Christian music, clean country, and crooners. The opposite of tonight.

Then there’s the socializing. For the past eight years I’ve been with my kids and husband. But the people who were once my good friends are drowning themselves in alcohol. Some of the married couples are off dancing close to other people. While the single friends were trying to hit on everyone in the bar.

“Come on, Sarah. You should come out and dance!” Jared slurred out while pulling me towards the dance floor.

“You go on without me. I’m not feeling too good.” Which wasn’t a lie. I was starting to feel dizzy. Maybe it was the air. I had only been drinking sparkling water all night, so I can’t be feeling dizzy due to drinking.

Jared shook his head and mumbled under his breath, “waste” before walking off.

I saw Chelsea and Katherine walking over in my direction, but instead I gathered up my jacket and purse and headed to side door. I needed some air. The cold air, burned my cheeks instantly, but it felt amazing. ‘What is this feeling?’ I was stumbling and fumbling trying to make it to the outside gazebo. Only a few people were there.

Safety. I felt safe as I stumbled onto a bench. It felt sturdy.

“Miss, do you need some water? You don’t look so good.”

Someone was handing me a water, and without thinking I took it and started chugging it down. It tasted like clean water. It was pure. Telling me that my drink must have been spiked tonight. “Thank you.”

“No need to worry about me miss, but you need to be careful accepting water from strangers.” The elderly man sat down beside me.

‘That’s true. I should have been more careful. I miss Charles. I miss my little darlings. My youngest is only two; how could I leave her at home?’

“Oh please miss, don’t cry. Here,” a handkerchief was handed to me.

I accepted it. I didn’t realize I was crying. I dried my face and finished the water. I felt better. Looking up I saw the gentleman beside me. He was an elderly gentleman; maybe seventy. He was nicely dressed, and he seemed calm and content.

“Is there a restroom nearby?” I wanted to wash my face and become a little less disheveled in front of my helper.

“Off to your right. Are you coming back or heading back inside?”

“I’ll be back. I think I’m done for tonight. Thank you.”

Looking in the mirror, a crazy looking person was looking back at me. I hadn’t seen this girl since my early twenty days. Not my best side. I washed my face and I felt much better. I tried to think back over the night; trying to figure out who and when my drink was spiked. Must have been Jared. He had been trying to get to me all night. Good thing Charles is not here, or Jared would be waking up in a hospital.

Finally seeing my normal self in the mirror I heading back to the gazebo. The gentleman was still sitting there waiting for me. “Sorry for my crying display earlier, someone from my company spiked my drink and I haven’t had alcohol in about ten years.”

Shock then anger was on the elderly man’s face. “Your drink was spiked. How could anyone do this? I’ll ask the bartender if someone from your party did it at the bar.” He waved over a man and whispered into his ear. The other man went off, back to the inside.

‘Who was this man?’ My face must have revealed my thoughts.

“Haha, sorry miss. I’m the owner here. I just want to know if a bartender saw anything. And if so I want them to be more aware and report these types of situations.”

The owner? The owner! Oh. “Strange. You don’t seem to look like the owner of this place?”

He raised an eyebrow, “what does that mean?”

“No offense. You just seem so classy.”

He chuckled. “I understand. No harm done. But you would be surprised that this place was once a classy place. We would dance the foxtrot, waltz, and even the east coast swing. We would have a live band and everything. My wife and I would host every night. The people who came would be there to dance and have fun with friends. We were all a big family back then.”

That sounded wonderful! I wish there was a place like that nowadays. I would go all the time. “That sounds wonderful, why did you…” looking at his face I knew why. “Where is your wife now?”

“She passed about thirty years ago. About that time the world started to change. People didn’t want to dress up and dance the night away; they wanted a louder atmosphere. You know, what it was like in there. Not something my Annie would have enjoyed. I’m happy she isn’t here to see what this place has become.”

I could see the true sadness on his face. He was missing her. Which is comforting to know that true love still exists after passing.

“I’m not quite a fan of this type of place, no offense. I was. But now that I’m a wife and mama I don’t really fit in to this place. Before it never bothered me; but now that I know someone is waiting for me at home, it’s hard to not think of them. Especially my little Lily. She’s only two years old, and I’m not with her. It feels weird to be away from my kids. I’m always with them. Everyday…”

“You remind me of my Annie. She always wanted to be home with our children too. I was the one who always wanted to be here dancing.”

“I would say I’m the one always wanting to be out dancing, whereas my husband is happy just being home. Every once in a while I want to go out ballroom dancing. I enjoyed learning to dance when I was younger. That now when I want to dance, I scoop up my son and dance the waltz with him in the living room. So coming out tonight has cured me of my desire to be out dancing. I’ll just dance with my son. Unless there was a family friendly classy place to go, I don’t think I will be coming out again.” I stood from the bench. Gathering up my jacket and purse. “Thank you again Mister,”

“Wesley.”

“Thank you Mr, Wesley. You saved me tonight.”

“Could you do me a favor? Since I saved you.”

“Sure.”

“Could you dance a quick waltz with me. I can’t do all the crazy tricks like before, but I would like to feel that feeling again.”

I smiled. I knew he wanted to feel close to his wife again. “Of course. And don’t worry about dancing fancy, I’ve not danced with a partner in a long time.”

“Ma’am, may I have this dance?” Wesley held out his hand.

“You may.”

…

Mr. Wesley had taken me back inside the establishment. “Are you off my dear?”

“Yes. Thank you for everything.” Wesley nodded and walked off.

The bartender stopped me before walking out, “Miss. You need to pay your bill?”

“My bill? I didn’t realize sparkling water cost money. How much do I owe? Ten dollars?”

The bartender coughed and handed me the bill…

“Two thousand dollars!?! That’s impossible. I don’t have that kind of money. Also I didn’t order anything. Is there some kind of mistake?”

“No mistake miss. Your party said that you were covering the bill. They all left about an hour ago.”

‘My party? What party? Oh. Them.’ “I never said I would pay the bill. Especially since I’m the one that ordered only sparkling water. Why would I offer to pay? This is all a mistake. I can’t pay this.”

“I’m sorry miss, but I will have to detain you and call the police, then. Please step aside.”

“But…” I was devastated. This was probably Jared’s idea. Since his plan of spiking my drink didn’t work for him, he thought leaving me here holding the bill was probably his retaliation. Never again. This really sealed the deal of me never hanging out with this lot ever again. “Fine.”

“Mrs. Dawely, why are you still here?”

I looked up to see Mr. Wesley standing beside me. “Mr. Wesley, my so called friends left me with the bill. I can’t afford to pay it. The police are being called. I’m sorry, but I can’t pay the bill. It’s probably Jared’s fault. He’s the one who spiked my drink. And since his plan foiled he probably leaving me with the bill would be a great revenge. I’m so sorry, Mr. Wesley.” I was holding back the tears.

Wesley walked over to the bartender. They discussed something. Mr. Wesley was just nodding while listening.

“Well my dear. You have been put into a bit of a pickle. I want you to tell the police everything when they show up. Also if you have a picture of the people who were here tonight. They will be banned from this place forever. I’m sorry that this had to happen to you. But now you know what kind of people they are. I would suggest getting new friends.”

“But Mr. Wesley. The bill. I can’t just let you loose two thousand dollars. I could help to pay it off if you would like?”

“No problem at all, my dear. I’ll settle it with the police. But if you could pay for your portion. You owe six dollars and thirty-eight cents.”

The tears came down in a gushing waterfall. “Thank you…Mr…” I couldn’t get the words out but I paid the bill. Just as Charles ran through the door.

“You have a keeper there son,” Mr. Wesley told Charles. “Keep her close.”

…2 Years Later…

I was holding my little Jeffery Wesley in my arms. We actually got to have another baby! I never forgot Mr. Wesley after that day. So much so that when this little guy grows up I will tell him who he is named after; and honorable gentleman. A man who saved Jeffery’s mama.

“Hey hon. You got a letter in the mail. More like a package.” Charles called from the kitchen.

Before I could even get to the kitchen all the kids were zooming there. Wesley didn’t just save me that night, he saved my family too. ‘Thank you Mr. Wesley.’ I don’t think I would ever stop saying thank you to him.

I handed Jeffery off to Charles. ‘Who would have sent me something?’ “Hey Hon. Do you know Hawthorne Attorneys?”

“Never heard of them.”

‘Huh.’ Probably a wrong address. Or a misspelled name. I’ll open it to find a mail back address. “Wesley! Wait what? Charles what does this mean?” I handed the paper to Charles and sat down on the chair beside me. ‘Did I read that right?’

“Mr. Wesley left you a large sum of money. This is part of his will. So it means that Mr. Wesley has passed away.”

‘He was gone. I had been planning a surprise visit to see him next month. I wanted him to meet little Jeffery. I wanted Mr. Wesley to know his help that day saved more than just me. He’s gone.’

“Hon? Hon?”

I didn’t speak but I looked to Charles.

“He left you thirty million dollars. What are you going to do?”

I wasn’t thinking about the money. A man that I had hoped would be an honorary member of my family is gone. I scooped up little Jeffery out of Charles’ arms and walked out of the kitchen. I needed some time.

…

It took some time, but I figured out what to do. I opened up a dancing place called Wesley’s. There was a dress code. The dancing was ballroom or swing only. The music was always a live band. It was always a swinging place. Full of families having fun, also laughter and smiles. This place was for Mr. Wesley and his wife Annie. They deserved a legacy they would be proud of.

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Short Story #8

August 17, 2024 emily2jane Leave a comment

There is a guy in my class. He’s fascinating to me. He has dark black hair, but his seems natural unlike mine. He has a deep tan and he seems fit. But what is fascinating is that he seems to always be moving. Like right now, as we sit in class, his leg is twitching; like he’s itching to be gone. And like clockwork just before time is up he starts to gather up his belongings and shove it all into his backpack. The professor calls out class is over and he is gone. He fascinates me.

…The Next Day…

I plan to follow him today. I don’t have any classes or plans after this class, and I need a distraction. So as he gathered up his books, I did the same. I sat strategically in the back so that he would have to pass me to leave; then, I could just follow him. The professor called out and the following begins now.

I hadn’t even thought about the possibility that he might ride a bike. But thankfully he stuck to walking. More like speed walking. I had a tough time keeping him in my sights. Where did he have to be so quickly? But then he turned and walked into a cute little cafe. I thought he had stopped for a drink, but instead he pulled an apron up over his head and began working. Wow he had a job! Right after class too; that’s so cool! I decided I would just be a customer; until the end of his shift at least. I sat down and just as I got settled he came to my table.

“You have to order at the counter,” and he walked away.

I thought I was going to get a chance to talk to him but nope. Denied. So I took his advice and went and ordered a coffee and sandwich. I asked if it’s a bring to the table place or wait to take it? She answered to the former so I went and sat back down at my table. But again I felt his presence.

“Order number 2. Latte and sandwich. Is that right?”

He seemed to just stare through me, and not at me. Like he didn’t really want to be here. “Yep. That’s right. Thank you,” I tried to take the tray from him.

Instead he pulled it away and set the dishes down in front of me, and disappeared again. He really seemed to not be a talkative guy. But he was hardworking. Just like in class, he was constantly moving, and if he wasn’t he was twitching in place.

As the day went on I discovered that this guy was going to work until closing. Another worker told me after they saw me watching him so long. I decided to finish up my sandwich and head across the street to a bookstore. I couldn’t stay at the cafe for several hours. So instead I got another coffee and waited across the street, still watching the guy wiz through the tables doing his job.

Around 6pm, he finally left the cafe. He seemed to be slower; tired now. Which for me was great! I was able to keep up with his slow pace. I know it seems strange that I’m just following this guy around, but I need to focus elsewhere these next few months. And he does fascinate me. I wonder what he works so hard for.

So…this guy walks everywhere. We probably walked a good five miles before he hopped on a bus. Thankfully the bus seemed to wait or I would have missed it. We rode the bus maybe thirty minutes before he got off and started walking again. We walked another fifteen minutes before he headed inside a supermarket. Probably to grab some dinner for himself.

I stayed outside; finally taking in my surroundings. We were in a dark neighborhood. The only light was the one hanging above me from the supermarket sign. I wasn’t instantly scared or anything, but I realized that I might have jumped in too deep following him. There was movement around me, but I couldn’t see anything. Until a man walked up to me into the light and kept inching closer. Too close for my liking. “Can I help you?” I muttered out hoping to stop the moving closer.

But he just kept coming. Now I was scared. He was now in my personal bubble. I tried to step away but felt the brick wall behind me. I was trapped. Panic began to boil inside me until a hand grabbed my wrist.

“She’s with me. Back off,” the guy I had been following had pulled me behind him and now stood nose to nose with the creepy man.

The man just shrugged and moved away.

I let out a sigh of relief…

The guy turned in my direction gripping my shoulders tightly. “Are you crazy? Or just stupid?! Why would you follow me this far. I assumed when you noticed the distance you would have given up. Why are you so unaware. And why did you decide to follow me dressed like that. You could have been hurt or worse if I hadn’t stepped in.”

I was startled. I hadn’t thought of anything. I just wanted to get to know him. I just wanted to know why he worked so hard. I hadn’t thought about my clothes, but looking down, I noticed I was not dressed appropriately for the night. I was wearing a short skirt and tank top. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking…I’m sorry.”

He sighed. He looked over his shoulder. “We need to go,” he grabbed my wrist, hopped onto the new bus, and just as the bus pulled away a group of men walked up to where we had been standing. “What is your plan for tonight?”

I hadn’t thought that far. I just didn’t want to be home. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Is there anything in your area where I could stay for a night?”

He gripped the back of his neck. “Not anywhere safe. You’ll have to stay at my home. But just know it is going to be loud. You probably won’t get to sleep until late. And your cover story will have to be that you are my girlfriend. You good with that for a night?”

His place. Loud. No sleep. What was happening? Girlfriend. That part scared me. Because that meant close. I’ve never been close to anyone. But then I noticed that he was still holding my wrist, and that he was only inches from me. He was in my bubble, and it didn’t seem to bother me. I wonder why? But then I remember he had asked if that was okay, and when I turned to answer he was blushing. Which made me feel at ease, “Yeah. That’s fine.”

Then we continued the bus ride in silence.

It was around 8pm when the bus finally stopped. Still holding my wrist we walked off the bus and through a neighborhood. It looked rough around the edges but you could still see in the windows of homes, glows of light and you could hear laughter. A home with neither of those things is not a home, but a place to live. A home is better.

He kept walking until he got to the front of another house. He paused, “I’m going to have to make dinner for my family. You will be left alone around them. They are loud, but are very welcoming. Will you be okay on your own?”

I didn’t know. But a family. That’s a nice word. A welcoming family. That’s even better. I nodded in response.

He slipped his hand down my wrist and held my hand instead.

Loud was an understatement. As soon as we came through the doors the whole house erupted with laughter and hugs. They welcomed home their precious son. Jason. Jason was his name. He seemed to be the whole center of this family. There were three little girls, a mom, and a grandma. And you could see the love. My heart pained with jealousy. It all quieted when they saw me.

All eyes were on me. As if instinct I grabbed onto Jason’s wrist. He looked back at me, probably seeing my red cheeks of embarrassment. He smirked. He turned back to his family, “this is Kate. She is my girlfriend. She wanted to meet all of you.” Still silence. “What happened to my welcoming family?”

When I thought they didn’t like me, suddenly they separated Jason and myself. Shoved him off into the kitchen and guided me to the small living room. Where the three little girls snuggled into me. And the mom and grandma seemed to look at me in curiosity.

One of the little girls scrambled up from my lap, “can I play with your hair? It’s so pretty!”

“Go ahead, I’ve always wanted to experience that.” All three little girls jumped up with excitement to disappear into their room. Only to come back with brushes and all kinds of clips falling from their small arms. While my long hair was pulled and brushed I faced the mom and grandma who had been silent through this exchange.

“Well…umm,” I tried to end the silence…

“Where did you meet Jason?” The mom said suddenly.

“How long have you been together?” The grandma chimed in.

“What is your life like?” The mom again.

“What does your family do?” The grandma again.

Everything but that last one was fine. “Jason and I are in the same business class. It’s not been long. My life is fine but felt empty before meeting Jason. And…”

“Enough grilling her. Or she won’t want to come back,” Jason came back into the room at the perfect moment. “Foods done. Let’s eat!”

Dinner was delicious. I now knew why Jason was always moving. He wanted to be home. And I can’t blame him. His family was wonderful.

…6 months later…

After that first visit, I was hooked. I had spent the night at his family’s home and Jason had taken me home the next day. He had told me that I might need to come to the house occasionally to keep up the facade; until we could break up amiably. But that I was never to follow him again, and that I should just take the bus the whole way there. Or take an Uber.

Well I did go to his home. But I went often. Any chance I got I was there. I loved all the care and love that was in his home. I was even there when Jason wasn’t. I would spend time with his sisters. Letting them do my hair, my makeup, and nails. I learned to cook from his mom and grandma. They taught me many different things like cleaning, laundry, etc.

So to reward their lessons, I put them to the test, and I would clean their house. I enjoyed it. It made me happy to help someone else. I would help tutor his sisters. They were only in kindergarten but I would help them when they asked questions. Jason’s family felt like family to me. Everything was perfect.

Until one night Jason came home to find me cleaning the kitchen. I had never done any cleaning in front of him. But this time I wanted him to be able to start making dinner in a clean kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Jason came in a set the groceries on the counter.

“I thought I would help clean up the…”

“You don’t need to do that. I don’t want you to do that. We don’t need your charity. Are you enjoying helping the poor family that is barely surviving? Does it make you feel good being all holy around my family, because you are better off than us? Stop! Just go back home to your rich family and tell them of your day of helping the low class. Go!”

I was stunned. I didn’t realize he saw me that way. I thought we had gotten closer over these few months. On his days off we would go walking in the park, or go on picnics with his sisters. I thought our relationship had changed into something closer. But instead he just saw me as a person trying to feel better by helping them. Which was far from the truth. I loved it here. I loved his family. I loved hi….no. I couldn’t go there. Because I now had to say goodbye to another family. I dropped the sponge and went out of the kitchen. I hugged the little girls one last time. I waved goodbye to the mom and grandma. I gathered up my belongings and left. Left another home.

…3 Months Later…

Jason

It had been three months since I had seen her again. I had, had a terrible customer at the cafe that day. A group of fellow students. They were all rich and snobbish. The guys were talking about Kate; about how she was just doing charity to be around me. I knew they were just pissed that she wanted to be around me and not them, but after three hours of them saying it over and over; then to come home to her cleaning the kitchen was just too much. I didn’t want her to only be there out of charity. Which I knew she wasn’t. But at that moment I lost it on her. I said everything I was feeling towards that group of jerks, but instead at her. The tears forming in her eyes told me I had made a mistake. But it was too late; she was gone when I went after her.

Now it had been three months and she had not come to school. Did she drop out? Did she switch majors? Where was she? I needed to at least apologize. She deserved that. I took the day off from working, I had hoped she would be here today, but again she was a no show. In her normal seat was a girl named Mary. I knew she was Kate’s friend. When the professor said class was done it was the first time I didn’t sprint out of here; instead I walked over to Mary, “where is Kate? She hasn’t been coming to class lately.”

Mary jumped suddenly. But then relaxed when she saw it was me.

I had met her a couple of times through Kate.

“Yeah. Kate took a semester off. She always does at this time of year. She doesn’t seem to care that college is going to take several extra years. But I can’t blame her; she never seems herself this time of year. Poor thing.”

I was confused. None of this made any sense. Kate. Smiling happy Kate. Kate who was happy spending time with me and my family. Not being herself, what? “What are you talking about. This is the same Kate we are talking about. Smiling Kate. Always happy Kate. That Kate?”

“You didn’t know? I assumed she would have told you. She spent so much time with you. She even confessed to me that she was hoping to become part of your family in the end. How is it that you didn’t know?” Mary looked away. I could see tears forming.

‘Part of my family? She wanted to be family with me? She liked me? I liked her too but I never thought those feeling would be reciprocated; so I never acted on them. Wait. Mary said how do I not know. What do I not know?’ “Explain.”

I sat on the bus mulling over what Mary had just told me. I couldn’t believe it.

…1 hour ago…

“Kate has no family. Her whole family died in a bad house fire when she was seven years old. Her mom, dad, brother, and sister. She was the youngest and in the farthest room. They say it was a miracle that she lived. But from that day onward she was an orphan. She had no other family; so she lived in an orphanage until she was eighteen. The trust her dad had left her was not active until then. He had a trust for each of his kids, but since she was the only one left living she inherited it all. So yes she was wealthy, but only in money. But as Kate always said, “not in what really mattered”. She would have traded all the money in the world for her family back.” Mary choked back some tears.

‘What!?!’

Mary continued, “always at this time of year her family’s accident resurfaces and she hides herself away. Because she can’t seem to hold in the tears; even after all this time. Which I had thought things would be different this time. Because even as the day was approaching she was still so happy. Because she had found what she had wanted all along. A family that wanted her. She told me all about how your family took her in and made her feel loved. It was the first time in her life she had felt that way since she was seven. I thought things would be different. But it seems like she can never escape it. And don’t ask me; I don’t know where she goes. She just disappears for about six months. She will come back in the Spring.”

…Back on the Bus…

I just sat there silent on the bus. Thinking back to what I had said to her that day. Doing charity. Feeling holy taking care of his family. Go back to her rich family and gloat. I dropped my head into my hands. No wonder she almost cried that day. I jabbed at all of her sore spots in one go. And now she was gone. I wasn’t going to see her again for three months. And she might just transfer to another school and never come back. What have I done?

When I stepped into the house; it was no longer the same as it was after the day Kate left. I was still greeted with love, but it seemed dulled a bit. Like they are hoping Kate will walk in right behind me. I needed to talk to mom and nana; they would probably know some things after spending so much time with her.

After my sisters went to sleep, I sat down for the grueling discussion. “Did you know anything about Kate’s past?”

My mom and nana looked at each other. They knew.

“How could you know and not tell me anything. After I said all those terrible things to her.”

Nana whacked me in the head, “that’s for saying all those awful things to her. She was already struggling that day. But she was trying to keep it together. She wanted to work through her pain and stay with us. She had said that we were healing her. But then you had to go and drive a knife through her patched heart. I watched it crumble apart as she left that day. I will be surprised if she can even function. She had to loose another family that day. How could you,” Nana was in uproar. She left the room promptly, because she didn’t want to cause more harm than she had already done.

I folded in half. Hunched over feeling defeated. Like there was no way to come back from this.

Mom walked over and hugged me. I needed the hug, but I felt guilty for the first time for getting one; because I knew that Kate wasn’t here to get one. “Mom, what do I do? She left. And I have no idea where to find her.”

“Oh my sweet son. She may need time to heal again. Your nana is wrong for hitting you, but she is not wrong that it would be a miracle that Kate stays. You were so young when we lost your father, but to me I wanted to run away and hide. But I stayed because I still had someone who needed me. Kate has no one. If she decides to hide, she sadly now has no reason to come back.”

“But I…”

“You took yourself out the equation that day. To her you abandoned her. And then she had to say goodbye to a new loving family. She is probably broken. We can just pray that she does come back.” Mom got up and went to follow nana to bed.

I sat there looking at my hands. ‘Please God. Give me a chance to apologize to her.’ That’s all I wanted. A chance to apologize.

My sister lily came tiptoeing into the living room. She handed me a post card. She whispered into my ear, “bring her back.” And just as quickly, lily disappeared back into her room.

…1 month later…

Kate

I wouldn’t say I ran away. I would more say I needed time away and with other children in the same boat. Every year at this time I take time off from school and I volunteer at the orphanage that brought me up. That’s why I’m getting the business degree. I’m hoping to help this orphanage out; help these kids find homes before they are adults. But even then, I’ll hope to have jobs available for the kids like me. The no home children.

That day when Jason chased me out of his home made me wake up. That I was just masking my pain with a new family. That I needed to first heal before trying to find a bandaid solution. But what Jason said would not be easily forgiven. It hurt so much that day, because that’s how he saw me. That he still, after all that time, didn’t know the real me.

I had sent a post card to his sisters because they are to young to understand why I just left that day. So I thought letters and postcards would help cushion the blow that I wouldn’t be coming back. Hopefully they listened and kept the letter from her brother. I don’t need him getting mad at me again.

But being at the orphanage again this time is healing me. I needed a push from wanting a new family to actually heal my heart. That I can be loved. Even if not by the first family I found. That I can always try again. That I am wanted. All of us are.

“Kate?” Mother Ann called.

“Yes. I’m over by the garden with group C.”

“There is a visitor for you. They are at the front gate,” Mother Ann came around the corner. “I’ll take over for your class. You go receive them.”

Who could be here for me. In the last fourteen years this has never happened. “Okay. No problem.”

Walking up to the front gate I saw a head. Head with black hair. What? How? I paused.

Jason turned around to face me. “Hey there.”

I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I thought I had healed. But I guess his words still stung. I didn’t want to talk to him. Instead of letting him in I turned and walked away. Quickly. I didn’t want to hear him.

“Hey.” Jason grabbed onto my wrist.

Just like the first day we met. But I tried to pull away from him.

“Stop Kate. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.” He pulled me into his embrace.

He was in my bubble. The action that used to bring me so much comfort just hurt me. Hadn’t he told me to leave and never come back. I hugged myself and stepped away from him. He didn’t try to stop me. He let me slip away.

I stood just out of his reach. Not letting him enter my bubble. I couldn’t feel that way again.

“I’m so sorry Kate. I didn’t mean anything I said that day. I just took out my frustration on you. I was stupid. I was crazy. I… please let me apologize. If I had known I would have never…”

“That’s just it, Jason. I didn’t want you to know. Because I didn’t want the so called pity you accused me of. I didn’t want you to allow me around because you felt sorry for me. I wanted to be accepted because you wanted me there. But I can see how I could upset you being there all the time, when you never really wanted me around. I’m sorry that I tried to get close to you. It won’t happen again. And…you came to me. I listened to you when you told me to leave, your the one who came to find me. You at least can’t get mad at me for that.” I felt my defense crumbling. I was being to shake. I knew that tears were well on their way. I needed to leave. Or he may get pleased in watching me wallow in sadness. “You’ve seen me. I’ve apologized. You can leave now.” I walked away. The distance between us was growing. Tears were spilling down my face. But since I was a distance away I didn’t feel so vulnerable sobbing; the only thing he might see is my shoulders shuddering.

“No.” Jason hugged me from behind. His arms were strong; no intention of letting go. “No. I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you around. I’m so sorry I made you feel unwanted that day. I’ve been regretting it every day, no, every second after. Come back home with me.”

Those last words rang in my ear. Come back home. Could I actually believe him. Did he actually want me back? I tried to release his arms from me, but they tightened around me.

“I love you, Kate. Please come back and be my family.”

I stopped struggling. I froze. He loves me? Someone loves me? I managed to turn myself around to face him in his embrace. I stared into his eyes; eyes never lie. His face was flush as stared at him. “Do you really? Or is it just pit…”

He kissed me. He squeezed me tighter. I almost couldn’t breathe. But I think I can believe him. That he loves me. I kissed him back.

…The End…

Art, Creativity, Short Stories, Uncategorized

Short Story #7

May 25, 2024 emily2jane Leave a comment

“Hi Mr. David! Hi Mr. Max! Hi Mr. Charles!” I called to the men that have been in my life since forever.

I think I first met them all when I was about five years old. They were introduced to me the same as I called to them today. It’s crazy it’s already been fifteen years. Time has flown by, but I’ve loved every moment of it.

“Hey Mr. David, have you seen my dad anywhere?”

“I uh…I think his up on the roof. I’ll get him for ya. One sec,” Mr. David disappeared over to the other side of the roof.

Just like dad. Leaving the hard work for himself. “Dad!” I waved.

“Hey sweetheart. Give me a sec. I’m almost done up here. Maybe 10min.”

“No problem, Dad. I’ll just be in the house figuring out the furniture layout.”

“Thanks!” And Dad disappeared again.

Little backstory:

My parents got pregnant way too early. My dad was only fifteen. I guess my mom was terrified and was trying to figure it all out. When my dad told her that he would take full custody of me and my mom wouldn’t have to be involved; which she never has. So I was brought up by my dad and my grandparents. So much love! More than enough to make me into the young woman I am now.

After I graduated high school, I went into the family business. Flipping homes. Dad and the crew does all the work and I do the designing part of it all. I had no desire to go to college. Dad and the crew was enough social life for me. I’m not an introvert but I’m definitely not an extrovert; I’m just neutral. Boring. But I love my life.

Back to Present:

“Hey sweetie, sorry. I just didn’t want to leave the roof unfinished in case of bad weather.”

My dad was just over six feet, dusty blonde hair, he says chiseled good looks, and one of the happiest smiles I’ve ever seen. I got that smile too!

“Totally understand Dad.” As I too finished up a thought and jotted it down on paper. “So Dad, did you hire a new hand? This project is bigger than the last. And Mr. Charles is going to be leaving for a couple months.”

“Ummm…no” Dad mumbled out the words.

“Dad!”

“Sorry sweetheart, it just got away from me. You know me, I’m terrible at remembering these things. I just get into my mode and get things done. I don’t know if we will have to hire someone. We might be able to…”

“No Dad. Mr. David said we need another set of hands. Preferably a younger set of hands that can do more of the physical labor. Should I send out a chat In Search Of? I could.”

“No, hon. It’s more of a feeling thing. Like the vibe of the person more than here say. Some woman might think her son is great, but he ends up being a lazy turd. Then I have to burn a bridge. No, I’ll find the person.”

“Hey Boss,” Mr. David stuck his head in the door. “We are strangely out of two by fours and we need about twenty more.”

“Also ten four by fours,” Mr. Charles called out somewhere.

“Drat. I thought I counted right. Okay, no problem. Sweetheart do you mind doing this run?”

“No problem Dad. But while I’m gone search for someone.” I gathered up my bag about to head out.

“Hey hon, you keep your guard up, but if while you are there and you get the right kind of vibe from someone offer them the job. There are always handy people at Home Depot.”

“Okay Dad,” with no real understanding of what vibe Dad wanted. But I never said no to him. He could count on me for anything.

Home Depot. The store of creativity…and debt. We spend so much money at Home Depot; but there is no better alternative where we are currently. But I still love this place. I love the wood smell.

Dad is always right; the parking lot was filled with people standing around. Many of them had signs with them reading ‘Will work. No English.’ That wouldn’t work for us. But there was one man sitting against the building by the entrance. He was hunched over himself. He was in rough shape. I got a shiver down my spine and I turned away from my curiosity only to be stopped by the voice.

‘Speak to him.’

You know that subconscious voice you hear sometimes, that’s the Holy Spirt talking to you. And I know from past experiences you don’t ignore it.

But still I was worried. The man didn’t seem to be awake. What if he was hyped up on drugs. What if he attacked me. What if…?

‘Speak to him. I will protect you.’

“Excuse me? Are you alright?” I crouched down by the man. I could hear his breathing. “Sir?” I tapped him on the shoulder.

His head snapped up and he suddenly crawled backwards away from me. “Sorry. You scared the crap out of me! What were you saying?”

The man was dirty to say the least, but he just looked tired and skinny when I was close up. “I just asked if you were alright? You weren’t moving, I was worried for you.”

“Oh. Thanks. But I’m okay. I just lost all my strength and decided to just sleep. Sleeping stops your hunger.” As he spoke, he instantly grabbed at his stomach. A loud growl came from it.

‘Feed him.’

“I’m a little hungry too. You want to stop over at Wendy’s for some lunch? My treat,” I gathered myself up and stretched my hand out to him.

He just stared at my hand. But I think his stomach moved before he did and he accepted my hand and walked with me over to Wendy’s.

The guy’s name was Stephen. He lost all his family, home, job, everything in the last year. He had been living in his car until it too decided to stop working today in the Home Depot parking lot. He had been hoping to find honest work. But the last job he did the employer didn’t pay him after the work was done. That’s the problem about working under the table; they can decide to not pay and you don’t have a say.

‘Hire him.’

“I was already going to do that.” I smirked.

“Do what?” Stephen asked as he shoved his last bite in his mouth. He ate four cheeseburgers.

“Oh. I was going to offer you a job. My dad owns a construction company and we’ve been doing house flipping. we are looking for a hired hand; it could be part time or full time employment. Would you be interested?”

Stephen just looked at me. “You are too trusting. How do you know I’m not a bad guy? How do you know I’m not going to attack you? You should keep your guard up when meeting strangers.”

“God told me to talk to you. He has been guiding me this whole time. If He had not spoken; I would have passed you by. You would still be sitting against the building starving. But I listen when He speaks.”

Stephen was now just looking at me like I was crazy. I don’t blame him. People who don’t know what I’m talking about always think I’m crazy. “Okay. Let’s say I believe you. What would the job entail? What’s the pay like? Would I get a bonus for signing up so I could get an apartment?”

“If you are interested you can come with me and discuss it with my dad. He knows all the answers to the questions you asked.” I cleaned up my space and grabbed my bag. “You coming? If you are, your coming back to Home Depot with me. I need to grab a couple things. No matter what happens I will pay you for your time. You in?”

He stood, “I’m in.”

… Six Months Later

To say the least. Stephen accepted the job. Instead of getting him a bonus for an apartment, Mr. David had a back house that he rented to him for dirt cheap. Which meant he was able carpool to the job sites. Sweet gig. My dad had been questionable about my selection when I had gotten back, but after Stephen telling my dad that a voice told me to hire him; Dad understood.

Stephen actually did great work. As long as he had food in his system. No food meant exhaustion for him. Which is totally understandable because the rest of the crew were older guys; and they decided Stephen should do all the heavy lifting.

But to me Stephen has change these last six months. He was no longer dirty. He had gotten a tan, and stronger. And he had a great smile. When he would laugh with the other guys, you would catch a glimpse of a dimple on the right side of his face.

I don’t know how I really felt about him. I might like him, but I don’t know if it’s just familiarity. Maybe he isn’t supposed to be my other half, but to stay one of the crew. Be my family just in name. “I don’t know….ugh…feelings are so complicated.”

“What feelings?”

That startled me and I jumped away from my laptop. I had been searching for different furniture options. Stephen was standing next to it now. “Oh. Stephen, you startled me. Make your presence known when you are walking up. Geesh…” I giggled.

“Sorry Katie. I thought you could hear me. Will do next time. But what feelings are difficult?”

“Oh. Never mind that. Did you need something?” Change the subject or I was about the change to a vibrant red color over my face.

“Yeah. Your dad is sending us to Home Depot. His words. I do the work you are the bank,” he shook his head a laughed.

My heart fluttered. Nope. I’m not going to do this now. Also I don’t know if he is a believer or not. Obviously if he’s not nothing would start. I pushed my feelings down deep, gathered up my bag and headed to the car. I didn’t even wait for Stephen; I just went.

“Are we good? You seem to be ignoring me lately? Did I do something wrong?”

I sighed, “No. you’re good. I’m just confused. Once things are figured out I’ll go back to normal. You can just ignore me too,” I climbed out of the car.

We just walked in silence until we again were at the spot where we met. Stephen ran over to it and squatted down. “Look familiar?”

I laughed. “Yes. Only you are cleaner now.”

“Good. You smiled,” I almost didn’t catch that since he whispered. Stephen stood up dusting himself off.

“Stephen!?!”

I turned to see a young woman run up and hug Stephen. Stephen just stood there glued to the ground. His arms hanging by his sides. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Stephen. Do you know her?” I had stepped up and touched Stephen’s arms.

Stephen reacted. He shoved the woman off of him and grabbed my wrist pulling me behind him. “Stay quiet. Don’t speak,” Stephen whispered to me over his shoulder.

I was stunned but not as shocked as the woman across from us. She looked confused, hurt, and starting to get angry.

“Wow Stephen. That’s no way to treat your old girlfriend. Just because you found someone new doesn’t mean I’ll ever go away…” the woman spoke but her words slurred a bit. Like she was drunk.

That hurt me; I didn’t know he had liked someone before. I tried to walk away, but Stephen held me firm behind him, even pulled me closer to his back. The muscles in his shoulders were tense. He didn’t trust her…so I decided to stay quiet and still.

“Amanda. Why lie? We were never together. You would just follow me around trying to get me to buy you booze. I’m good now. I have a job, a great boss, and…” Stephen’s body shifted, “good friends now.”

I didn’t expect him to say he loved me or anything. But friends…friends mean no feelings. I think I just got my answer. I felt my heart sink, until Stephen’s grip on my wrist softened and then tightened again. What did that mean?

“So I still have a chance huh? Just a friend…” Amanda chuckled with snorts.

“Never had a chance. Never will have a future chance. Just leave Amanda. I’m working right now. If you harass us again I’ll call the cops. Just remember there is no booze in jail.”

Amanda didn’t like that last part the most. She glared in my direction but still walked away.

Stephen’s body finally relaxed. His grip on my wrist also loosened.

I didn’t really want to, but I backed away from Stephen. “So we should go do what Dad wanted us to do,” I started to walk towards the entrance. “Why does something always happen when we come to this Home Depot. Maybe we should find a new one.” I was almost to the doors when I noticed that Stephen was still standing where I left him. I walked back to him, “you good? Can we do what we came to do?”

Stephen continued to be silent. I thought he was ignoring me like I had told him to do, but the look of pain and confusion on his face told me otherwise. He was trying to mull something over in his heart and mind.

“Stephen?” I again touched his arm.

He jumped at my touch. But when he saw me he latched onto my hands. “How am I supposed to listen to the voice calling out to me? What if something bad had happened? I listened and you could have gotten hurt. She could have hurt you. Is this how you feel every time? Why would you do this to yourself? Can I make it stop?…”

He was rambling! I just pulled him towards me and hugged him. From what I gathered from his spattering, was that God was trying to help him, to reach him, but he didn’t know what to do or if he wanted to. “God, please help him,” I sent out a silent prayer. Stephen’s body began to slow and then he just collapsed into my arms. He was lifeless. He was breathing, but he was unresponsive. I dragged him over to the spot where I had first met Stephen years ago and just sat there with him. God was doing his thing, but in a calmer way. Stephen and God we’re probably having a full on discussion and it took all his energy. I pulled my phone out, “Hey Dad. Could you come over here please.” I summarized what had happened. “You are just better at talking to people about becoming a Christian. I think you would be able to help Stephen. Can you come please?”

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be there in five.”

…The End…

Digital Art
By: emily2jane
05-25-24
‘*Joy’*

Art, Creativity, Short Stories, Uncategorized

Short Story #6

May 21, 2024 emily2jane 1 Comment

I’m giving up. I’ve been proactive for 12 years now. I’ve been trying to get him to see me in new light. Not as the little girl that would tag along with my brother and his friends. Instead, I have a good job, I come to Mark’s classes on the days I can make. Coincidentally Mark teaches on chemistry, which ties into my job; so it’s not only a way for me to see him, but it is also helping my career. But I think I’m going to give it all up. Nothing seems to work. Maybe he’ll just see me as that little girl all his life. It feels like it’s time to be proactive in finding someone who actually wants me; not just a fake fairytale.

Yes! So after today’s class I’ll let Mark know that I won’t be coming back after this week is over, and he can fill my spot with another student. He will probably be thrilled not to have me around anymore. That’s only three more days including today. I payed for it, I’m going to finish it.

I settle down into my normal seat in the class, ready to soak up as much knowledge as possible. I’ve been doing that, I’ve been doing all the assignments, all the homework, everything. Even though I’ve already graduated college two years ago.

I wonder if I’ll be as proactive as I have been? Or maybe I should let the guy initiate? It’s hard to say…

‘Mark!’ Mark just walked into the classroom to his podium. ‘Agh…I’m going to have to train my brain to stop doing that.’

“Class begins now,” Mark called out to the students.

‘Focus, Jane. You are here to learn.’ This might be harder than I thought.

“Dismissed.”

Wow. That class was jammed packed full of so much information. I’m glad I didn’t decide to give up last week. But now onto the harder stuff.

As I walked towards the podium, I tried to gage Mark. Was he in a good mood? A forgiving mood? But as always I could never tell what he was thinking.

I let him answer the questions of his normal students. They had exams coming up. I remember exams…

As last student had walked away, “Mark?”

“Jane. You know I prefer Prof. Walter at school. Just because we know each other you should still be conscience of your surroundings.”

‘Yeah. This is not something that will be a good addition to my life. I need to give up.’ “Okay, Professor Walter. I’ll call you that until the end of the week. And then you can fill my seat. I’ve learned plenty from you and I think I should focus more on my future, and whatever it entails. Thank you for all the knowledge you have given to me this last year, but I should stop now. Thank you again,” I turned in my homework assignment and walked out of the classroom. ‘Strange? I wasn’t concerned about his feelings. I wasn’t concerned about giving him a chance to speak. I just knew that I was done. I had given too many years to a non existent fairytale. Reality was needed now. I deserved happiness.’

…

Mark

I still stood at podium. It had been almost 10 minutes since Jane left. ‘What just happened? She’s not going to come back?’

In the beginning, I was not thrilled at the idea of having Jeff’s little sister sit in on my class. I thought she had just wanted to come and stare at me, it she actually did some amazing work. She is actually really gifted in chemistry. I’ve enjoyed getting her assignments back and seeing what she comes up with. I thought all was well in the world.

But she was different today. She was indifferent to me. She didn’t seem to care at all that she was going to leave. I know she likes me, or knew… But I’m not a fun person. I’m boring. I thought after she got to know me over time she would give up and find someone else. Like everyone else does. She’s grown into a beautiful, talented, energetic young women. I didn’t want her to settle for me; just because she liked me years ago. I was giving her an out….right?

I pulled out my phone…

“Hello?”

“Jeff. What’s up with your sister? She seemed indifferent to me today? What does that mean?”

Laughter exploded from Jeff’s side, “so she finally gave up on you, huh?”

‘Really? But I should feel glad. I wanted that to happen. Right?’

“I guess.”

“Bro. My sister has had a crush on you for twelve years. How long did you expect her to keep it up? Believe me I was not a fan when we were younger, but what’s so wrong with her now? She’s brilliant. She’s hardworking. She’s beautiful. You’re pretty much an idiot for letting her go. I’m just glad that you never broke her heart. I would have killed you.”

The laughter was gone from Jeff’s voice, “but I didn’t want to start anything with her and end up breaking her heart because I’m not a fun person. You know me. I’m boring. I’m a nerd. I don’t know what to do for dating.”

“That’s a coward’s excuse. Why are you such an idiot. You are a professor. You expect your students to learn a subject that they don’t understand. So why can’t you learn about something you don’t understand. There are books, speakers, online communities, and various other options. Even if your not the best at something you can always learn how to be better at it.”

‘That was true. I could learn. But did I really want to try?’

“If your questioning whether or not you want to try; then ask yourself this question…. Will I be okay is she dates someone else. Marry someone else? Has another man’s kid? Because bro it’s bound to happen. My sister is top notch. Just because you didn’t start things with her she is bound to have many men going after her. And this is nothing new. She has had several suitors already through the years but her heart was set on you. Also you said she was indifferent to you so she’s already made up her mind. You don’t have much time until that window is closed forever. If you’re going to try I would get going. Whatever you decide we are still buds. See ya bro.”

I was gone.

…

Jane

I didn’t realize that giving up on a crush would bring life and pep back into my step. Was this college campus always this beautiful? My life was been revolving around Mark all these years that I haven’t really been paying attention.

“Excuse me,”

A very handsome man had walked up to me. “Yes?”

“You are just my type, do you think I could get your number?”

‘Oh. I didn’t realize I would be meeting someone so soon. But my first thought was Mark. So I guess I wasn’t ready.’ “I am flattered. But I just stopped a long time crush today and I don’t think I am quite ready to start a new relationship. I don’t want to bring any baggage with me when I start something new. Im sorry.”

“No worries at all. But your answer why was still perfect. How about this,” he reached in his backpack for a piece of paper, “I’ll leave my name and number. And if you ever decide you are ready to start seeing someone else, call me up.” And he ran to catch up with his group.

I stood there holding the paper. The name Jason was next to a number. I didn’t realize saying no to fairytale would awaken reality so quickly. I folded the paper and shoved it in my back pant pocket. Maybe I would take Jason up on his offer after some time. Maybe…

There stood Mark.

…

Mark

I was sweating and panting. I probably looked crazy. I was usually quite calm and collected. But not now. And especially not after what I just watched. How a guy just handed Jane a piece of paper, probably his number, and she tucked it into her pocket. Jeff was right. Jane was going to be snatched and taken away if I didn’t move fast.

“Jane. Wait.”

“What do you want Professor Walters? I believe I said all I needed to say earlier.”

‘Ouch. I deserved that. I didn’t think she would shut me out this quickly.’ “You can call me Mark now. We are just in the classroom and I wanted to stay professional just in case some students were still around. We can talk freely now.”

“I don’t think we can. Because technically I’m still your student. So I should too, stay professional. Did you have anything to say? If not I’m going to head home.”

She was walking away from me. My chance was slipping away. ‘No.’

“Jane! Please stop,” I was holding onto her, her hand to be exact. It felt right. “Jane. I’m sorry. I’ve been treating you badly. I didn’t realize how I felt until you said you were leaving. I didn’t want to start anything with you because I was worried I would break your heart because I’m a boring person. I didn’t want to ruin your youth. I don’t know what I’m really trying to say. But I know I want to date you. I’ll do anything possible to make you happy. I’ll do research and figure out dating. Just please don’t leave.” ‘I probably sounded like an idiot. And I am. Definitely an idiot for letting this go on so long. I’m surprised she didn’t leave sooner.’

She wasn’t moving. She just had her back towards me. But her hand was still in mine. She hadn’t tried to yank it away. She was still here.

…

Jane

‘What’s going on? Is this really happening? Mark is clutching my hand. He’s telling me he wants to date me. He doesn’t want me to leave. How am I supposed to respond. Only twenty minutes ago, I did decide I would give up on him. Was I supposed to take that all back and accept him? Or do I stand my ground and walk away?’

“Jane. Please look at me?”

My heart fluttered at his words. ‘No heart.’ But I still turned to face him. And my heart fluttered again. This was a new Mark in front of me. He looked disheveled and completely out of sorts. But he still looked handsome to me. Maybe more handsome. My heart was fluttering faster, as I just stared at him. “What do you want Mark,” I could feel the tears startling to well up.

“Jane. Please give me another chance. I’m so sorry I made you feel so alone this whole time. I didn’t realize I was still pushing you away these last eight months. I thought I was growing closer to you. But I’m realizing now that I never changed on the outside. I’m sorry,” he pulled me closer to him, “do I still have chance?”

My heart was screaming Yes! But my mind was trying to talk me out of it. This was the closest I had been to Mark. He was only inches from me. How I wished he would pull me closer to him. I knew my answer, after that. It was always a yes. It was always going to be him. “Yes. You have a chance.”

Nothing. I looked up into Mark’s eyes and he looked so happy and seemed to relax a bit. But we just stood there.

“Sorry. I haven’t had a chance to research yet, so I don’t know what is considered appropriate at the beginning of a relationship…”

‘He’s so cute.’ So instead I took the initiative and took the step towards him. Letting go of his hand I wrapped my arms around his waist and waited for Mark to react. And he did. He hugged me back.

…

Jane

It’s only been eight hours since Mark and I started dating. And we pretty much just walked hand in hand all over the campus. Until now, Mark is driving me home. It feels so surreal. Mark is my boyfriend. And even though dating is not what I thought; it’s been quite cute to watch him being unsure of how to act. He’s probably going to go home and research things; and he’ll be completely different tomorrow.

We just pulled up in front of my house. We’ve been holding hands the entire time. Mark is now looking at our hands interlocked. Pondering something. And he pulls away from me.

‘What’s this? Is he regretting it already? I was able to handle rejection, but not this.’ Panic filled me until he was walking around and opened my door for me. ‘Sweet.’ Then he quickly grabbed my hand again.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to let you go tonight if letting go of your hand to exit a car is difficult for me.”

‘Cute.’ I gripped his hand back. “I know what you mean. I don’t want this night to end, because it doesn’t seem real. Like it’s all a dream,” I moved closer and also grabbed his arm. I was trying to say it in a laughable tone, but I realized how much I actually meant it.

Mark stopped walking. He turned to me and pulled me closer. He kissed my forehead.

‘He kissed me!!!!’

“I don’t want to move too fast, but is it more real now?”

I was smiling. I was smiling on the inside, and I’m sure I was smiling stupidly on the outside. I couldn’t seem to form words so I just l nodded.

Mark chuckled, “Cutie,” and he pulled me closer to him as he walked me to my door.

I didn’t want to leave him but I knew we had the rest of our lives. I squeezed his hand before starting to step away.

But he stopped me. He pulled me in for another hug. “You need to do one thing for me.”

“What?!”

“Give me the paper in your pant back pocket,” he held out his hand.

‘What paper? Oh, haha!’ I dug the paper out of my pocket and placed it into Mark’s hand. “I had completely forgotten about that.”

“I’ve been wanting to get that paper away from you since I saw that guy give it to you.” Mark crumpled the paper in his hand and tossed it into the trashcan beside us.

I didn’t want him worry about it anymore and I moved into his embrace. Then I only whispered, “you don’t have to worry. You are all I want.” He relaxed into me and hugged me back.

I didn’t want to pull away, but we couldn’t stay in this position forever. I pulled back from him and looked up into his face, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He looked down into mine. Our faces inches apart. “Yes. You’ll see me tomorrow.”

We didn’t move. I wanted to kiss him, but I wasn’t going to initiate this.

“I know it’s too soon, but may I?” His eyes seemed to plead with me.

I only nodded.

And he lowered his face to mine and kissed me. A deep kiss, that I would remember forever.

The first of many. A kiss from Mark; my fairytale love.

The End

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