HUNTED: Chapter 14

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.

HUNTED: Chapter Twelve

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: 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.

HUNTED: Chapter Ten

“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.

Today I Was A Block Away From President Obama… The Funeral of Rev. Clementa Pinckney (Charleston Strong)

 Well I wish I could say that I actually saw the president today but no such luck. Not that it would be "lucky" considering why he was in Charleston, but I will say it was a pretty weird feeling to know that the president of The United States was a mere block away from me … Continue reading Today I Was A Block Away From President Obama… The Funeral of Rev. Clementa Pinckney (Charleston Strong)