The air was heavy between us as we sat around the coffee table again. I took my usual place on the loveseat and he took his usual place on the floor, propped against the futon. I curled my knees to my chest and started to trace my teeth with my fingers while I waited for him to say something. Anything.
Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One HUNTED: Chapter Two HUNTED: Chapter Three HUNTED: Chapter Four HUNTED: Chapter Five HUNTED: Chapter Six HUNTED: Chapter Seven HUNTED: Chapter Eight HUNTED: Chapter Nine HUNTED: Chapter 10 Eleven. Officer Finn Holland: I watch the clip for the fifth time and I feel victorious. Yet, I also have a sinking feeling … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Eleven
I reach out and cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs resting below his eyes, catching his tears. “Me too, Jax, me too.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder and wraps his arms around me tightly. My arms squeeze around his neck and I feel him start to shake. We stay like that for awhile, crying together, grieving together, trying to find solace.
“I just witnessed my best friend get murdered and survived two gunshots! If I feel like getting drunk I am going too.” I snap. They were right though, I never drank. It wasn’t my thing but hours ago we laid Juliet to rest and I realized that her murderer could have been watching us, or me rather, for awhile. Call me crazy but that was a hard pill to swallow.
I recently made the decision to start consulting with Pampered Chef. I choose to do this because it was a great way to earn a little extra income, which goes into our savings account for when we move back to Washington. Additionally I choose to start a Pampered Chef business because I love their products … Continue reading Cooking With Cast Iron
Last nights I am laying in bed unwinding for the day when I get a text from my beloved brother. He tells me he read my post and is glad I am blogging again but was sad a skipped over a part of my choas. By the way don't y'all love family support! Anyways, Curtis, … Continue reading A Short Amendment To Yesterday’s Post
Well sad to say I'm still not majorly impressed with Atlanta, this trip was far better then the first time I went but I don't see myself going back there again. Traffic was insane! It took us an hour to go five miles! But, I'm sure that has to do with it being such a … Continue reading Atlanta Georgia We Went
Midnight is a loney hourMy mind is full of kicks drums but the room is silentWith all the hardship and painCan't I forfeit But what would I gainThe hunger in my stomach Keeps my awakeThe choice between food and a homeLife is a messTo work all dayAnd have to starve to liveThis is your greatest fearBecause you've … Continue reading Midnight is a loney hour