He sighs, not out of frustration, but something else. Finn removes his hand from my knee and I shiver. His touch left me warm and now I felt freezer-burnt. He sucks in his bottom lip, nibbles it slightly, and then lets it free again. “We have reason to believe that the attack on you and Juliet wasn’t random, but planned.” He says.
Get caught up before diving into chapter two: Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One Two. Lennox Rose: Beep. Tap-tap. Snore? Beep. Click-Click. My eyes flutter open. I am in a dark room, lit by a small yellow light under a door to my left, and the moon glow from the window to my right. I … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Two
Take the time to catch up: ---> Hunted: Prologue WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE One. Officer Finn Holland: I inhale a sharp intake of breath. It is negative thirty degrees outside but I only know this because my watch says so. The cold is briery and the snow is deep, nearly thigh high. Unfortunately, the blizzard hasn’t … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter One
I almost got married out of high school. He had been in my life since I was fourteen and he was sixteen. We started dating when I was sixteen and he was eighteen and stayed together for three years, with the worlds longest breakup. I feel weird writing about him, like why bring up your … Continue reading Negative Mental Habits That We ALL Need To Break.
I made it to the bathroom but not in time to lock myself inside. So I leaped in the bathtub and tried hiding lamely behind the curtain. He jumped in after me and slammed me to the shower wall tickling my ribs. His face was all red and gooey. I looked up and noticed that the shower head was the detachable kind with a hose. Thinking quickly I reached to grab it with one hand and blasting the cold water with the other. He was soaking wet and the bathtub floor was now red. Archer made a weird grunt noise and grabbed for the hose which only made us wetter. I ducked under his arms, out of the tub, and ran toward the living room laughing. He caught up with me and tackled me on the couch.
Ophelia was alone when the police arrived, alone when they questioned her, and alone when the zipped her dad up in that black body bag. I told her I knew the feeling of seeing a parent like that but I couldn’t imagine doing it alone or at such a young age. At least I had Suzanna with me. Her mother was on a flight and her grandparents were vacationing. When Leo finally came home from his friends house, Ophelia ran into his arms and they cried together for hours. The police were able to get a hold of their mother and she said she was on her way home. I was completely shocked that the police didn’t wait for her to arrive and left the kids to fend for themselves for a couple hours. It sounded completely awful and I couldn’t believe she faced that kind of trauma.
The Blood drips From your chin But you still press on You won’t give in To the sting To the pain You stand to your feet And take a swing at his face He doesn’t seem to feel the blow So you duck his shot and Try again This time you see the pain Hidden … Continue reading Fight
3:00 AM I leave his house 3:03 AM I start my car 3:10 AM I turn the corner to my house 3:15 AM My heart beats faster 3:17 AM I start to remember that I’m not totally sober 3:19 AM Flashbacks of the night before 3:21AM One beer, two, three… Then another, and another 3:33AM … Continue reading Time
Be prepared because tonight I may get too personal or too explicit. Today is the day I confess a dark secret of mine. Not because I think the world needs to know my pain or what I've been through. Nor is it because I need some sort of self-gratification. I just want the truth to … Continue reading The Long Road To Happy
I'm laying down and my arm rests above my head. It's dark and your touch on my fingers is what keeps my heart beating. The soft music plays and the salt from your tears makes my skin feel like the after math of a rainstorm. One can only hope for a moment like this. Where … Continue reading You’ll Meet Me There Someday