“Stay,” He whispered in my ear as he started unbuttoning the cardigan for me. It was intimate and he never acted that way around me before.
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.
The knife in question was left inside Juliet’s body, a disgusting act of violation. We know now that the knife was a gift given to Lennox from her father. We also know that the DNA left of the knife belongs to the fucker who did this. The question I keep going back to is, why he would switch to a knife, especially one that belonged to Lennox?
Good evening you guys! Man I have missed creative writing Wednesday's - for those of you who don't live inside my head , that is what I have nick-named the day of the week that I choose to bore you with my creative writing shenanigans. For the first couple months of the year I posted … Continue reading Hunted: Prologue
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.
“Why do you have those anyway?” Ophelia asked wrapping up my third grade portrait. My mother had all of my formative years plastered on the wall. My only-child status was obvious. I could tell Ophelia was restraining from commenting on every photo she wrapped. The amusement on her face was apparent. “My dad was terrified of clowns so my mom kept collecting them so that he would get over his fear. She figured if he saw them on a daily basis he would become so used to them that his Coulrophobia would fade away. “And did it?”
“Steven…Steven…” I said giving him a firm shove. “Don’t worry it’s way to crowded in here for people to notice.” He said raising the hand that was by my bra line to cup my breast. His lips were below my ear and sucking. “Steven! Not here ok?” I said firmer and giving him another push. After what happened last night with Archer all of this suddenly felt so wrong. But it wasn’t like I could tell him I kissed another guy. Not only that but I wasn’t even sure how to feel about anything right now, let alone my relationship with Steven. Archer didn’t want date me. He made that clear. So should I date Steven even though I had stronger feelings for someone else? Someone I could never have? Where did that leave me? I really liked Steven but did that mean I should stay with him and let it play out or did I move on? But move on to who? Honestly, I felt so confused and conflicted.
I'm not sure what the right word is, ignorant maybe? I feel as though I am at a loss for words. It's not writers block as much as it is guilt of the mind. I have no clue what needs to be said and how to say it. My mother would never say anything, her … Continue reading I’m Not God
I don't want anyone ever thinking that I am using my moms cancer as a way to gain popularity. I am not using my mother's cancer for personal gain. I am not that kind of person. Not in the slightest. I am doing this for two reasons awareness and healing. Awareness I want bring life to … Continue reading My Mothers Voice
Mom says that when you have cancer the first thing you think when you wake up is, "Wow, I have cancer." She says she doesn't think about being thirsty, hungry, or even that she has to go to the bathroom. It's always the fact that she has cancer. Maybe after awhile it won't come as … Continue reading Capsized, We Have a Long Way to Go