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WOWSY, you don’t want to ignore this one:

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Lots of News from J4 today


1. My new title BOUND is live on all platforms
It’s a VERY SEXY StandAlone that will have you BOUND until the very end. That’s a J4 promise.

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Preorder Cammie (A Mitchell-Healy StandAlone)

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Cammie is a STANDALONE.
Student teacher romance gone wrong…

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Mitchell Family Book 7

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Are you caught up on the Mitchell Family Series? Did you know the newest book will be released on June 7th?

Blinding Trust is told by Savanna and Colt.

The book starts where book 6 left off. The family is at Conner and Amy’s oldest daughter’s fifth birthday party.

Once the family arrives home, Colt is visited by someone from his past, (KRISTA’S BROTHER)who has changed his name to Zeke. He is a recovering addict and the lead singer of a popular rock band.
Zeke is only visiting for one reason.
He wants to know the nephew he hasn’t seen in ten years.

Colt and Savanna do not want their son around someone like Zeke. His lifestyle is no good for a curious ten year old.
When they put their foot down, Zeke brings in his fancy attorney to persuade them to change their minds.

In the meantime, Savanna struggles with her relationship with Noah. He blames her for not being allowed to hang out with Zeke and a wedge is formed between them, breaking apart the tight bond they’ve always shared.

To make matters worse, while Colt tries to keep the peace between his family, Savanna gets news pertaining to herself  that could change everything.
Who she chooses to share that information with is what complicates things even more.
This seventh edition involves family secrets and what can happen when trust is blinded.

Hope’s Chance (My newest Romance Novel Chapters 1-3)

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Below is just a sample of my upcoming romance novel. I hope you like it!

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Hope

It was finally the first day of summer, officially. I couldn’t wait for the dang school bell to ring yesterday. Everyone in my Chemistry class must have been staring at the large black and white clock at the front of the classroom. As the second hand made its way to the twelve, I gently grabbed my bag off the floor and wrapped it around my shoulder.

The halls were crowded as my peers ran around like maniacs. Papers were flying around in the air, like kids had just tossed them as they exited the halls. It was funny how on the last day of school the halls became empty within seconds.  I however, lingered through them, knowing I wouldn’t be returning. I had doubled up on classes and spent the last two summers enrolled with the misfit kids who couldn’t pass during the normal school year, just to be able to graduate a year earlier. My birthday was late in the year causing me to have to be a year behind all of my friends.

It wasn’t that I loved school, because I hated it, in fact all I wanted was to never have a homework assignment again. What pushed me to the decision was my parents. They used to have such a great relationship, but two years ago my father decided to start banging his secretary. Shortly after, he decided that even she wasn’t enough for him.  Now the bastard was entertaining the notion of remarrying again. The woman was just five years older than me, and to make matters worse, he didn’t see that there was anything wrong with his actions.

When my parents first separated, my father moved all the way to Pennsylvania, to start over. He left my mother with a steep mortgage she couldn’t afford and eventually we had to move in with my grandparents. According to my mother, which was usually not a good source of information, he hadn’t even paid child support for nearly a year now.

My dad had worked in Real Estate and always seemed to move somewhere new when the market went dry. To my astonishment he called me last month to inform me that he and Buffy, were moving back to Virginia. I never realized how much I missed having my father around until he called to say he was moving home. My mother wasn’t thrilled, but even through her animosity toward him, she seemed happy he wanted to make another go at having a relationship with me. All of my friends had dads that did everything with them, while I was the girl whose dad abandoned her for women close to her own age.

I looked around my room and wondered what I would wear to go see my father after nearly a year of him being absent in my life. Would he care what I wore? Did I need to make a good impression around his new girl-toy? I was overwhelmed with anxiety over this morning’s brunch with him. Finally, after a few hours, and an empty closet, I decided on a light blue sun dress. It made my olive skin pop and my blue eyes shine. I was going to curl my entire head, but noticed the clock and settled to throw my light brown hair up in a subtle pony tail with a blue bow that matched my dress. I had to smile when I took one final look in the mirror. For someone that had a diploma, I’d managed to make myself look about twelve years old.

My mother reluctantly handed me the directions to my father’s new house. She gave me a million eye rolls before kissing me goodbye. I could tell she hated the idea of him being happy, and I had to admit I hated it too.

When I pulled into the community I noticed how large the houses had gotten.  Long private driveways separated every yard. I took a double take when I looked at the address my mother had written down. When I saw the matching numbers on a stone pillar leading down a matching stone driveway I figured it had to be wrong. My little Volkswagen Jetta putted its way down the driveway until I came to a stop behind a Land Rover SUV. The house had a stone front and ivy was growing up either of its sides. The windows and doors were trimmed in large white wood with black shutters.

I stepped out of the car and made sure the wind wasn’t blowing my dress up above my ass, before making my way toward the door. It unexpectantly flew open and a young girl who resembled a plastic Barbie doll came walking toward me. She was wearing a form fitting dress that could have been made from only spandex. It was bright pink with giant yellow flowers scattered over it. Her platinum blonde hair was curled as if she were going to model in the next issue of playboy, in fact, she kinda looked like Kendra, one of the ex-playmate girlfriends of Hugh Hefner himself.

“Ohhh yay! I’m so glad you’re here.” The Barbie doll squeaked. “Come here, let me get a good look at you.”

Oh my God this was a bad idea!

I stood like a statue while this large breasted bimbo tugged and pinched every part of me that I had assumed was a private place. When I finally thought she was finished, I started to move forward. That is when she reached over and grabbed both of my breasts.

“Oh my, what the?” I said shocked.

“Your breasts are so perky and natural. I told the doctor that is how I wanted mine, but he must have misunderstood.” She admitted.

“Um, I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Oh sweetie you should know I am just joking. Come on in. Your father is going to be so happy you are finally here. He has been talking about you non-stop.” Before I could say yes, or even Hell no, she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the house.

She never let go of my arm as she pulled me through the large foyer and into a family room. My father was sitting in a leather recliner watching a golf match on television. He never even turned in our direction, even with the volume level of his Barbie up higher than my radio played. “Baby, look who I found outside.” She said as she let go of me and bounced herself onto his lap. Before he could even turn in my direction, she was slapping him with a kiss that may or may not of contained her entire tongue.

I cringed at the sight, but quickly gained my composure as my father pushed her aside and got up to head in my direction.

“Well look at my little girl, all grown up.” He took my hands into his and gave me a once over. “You look very pretty honey. It has been so long.” He leaned over to kiss me on the forehead. “I see you have met Buffy already? Isn’t she is keeper?” He said while gazing back at her.

I put on a casual smile, but in the back of my mind all I could think of was belting out that song from the eighties “Angel is a Centerfold”.

“We met outside Dad.” Was all I could manage to say.

“Why don’t you come on in and make yourself at home. We haven’t had time to furnish the whole house yet, but the kitchen is stocked and Buffy has made a nice spread for us to munch on.” He announced.

Buffy grabbed my arm and pulled me through the house again. She took me upstairs and showed me the four large bedrooms, which  each housed their own bathroom. Two of the upstairs bedrooms looked out into the backyard. I saw the pool and fell in love instantly with it, before Buffy pulled me along to show off more of she and my father’s house.

When we finally had made it down to the kitchen, the food was ready to eat. “We have to take a break from the tour for a bit so we can eat before all of this food gets cold. Do you like fresh tea?” She asked.

“Um, sure.”

“Great. Here, you sit yourself down over there and we will join you.” Buffy pointed in the direction of the morning room. It faced the pool, which I couldn’t take my eyes off of.

My grandparent’s house was small, to say the least. They never expected to have my mom and I move in when my mom lost the house. A small den had been converted into a bedroom for me, but it didn’t even have a real closet. I had to use one we bought at a store that took up half the room.

Brunch tasted fantastic, but my father barely spoke. He left the conversation up to his new squeeze. She tried to talk to me about fashion, music and finally television, claiming her favorite show was that horrible show on MTV called Teen Mom. She made a point to mention how young my mother had been when she got pregnant with me.  I thought I was going to choke on a piece of French toast as she confessed to that. My father seemed mesmerized with everything that came out of her mouth.

I wasn’t sure if it was an instantaneous decision, but I was fully aware that I had lost my appetite.

“So tell me Hope, what is there to do is this town. Your father and I need to get out there and meet some people. We have this big house and nobody to entertain.” Buffy stated.

I cleared my throat and looked directly at my father, hoping in some way he could read my mind and snap out of whatever spell he was in. “Do you know of any bars or clubs that Buff and I could go dancing?” He asked.

Was this a bad dream?

“I don’t really know of any clubs or bars Dad. They really aren’t my thing, and besides I am only seventeen. I am not even allowed to enter into any of those type of establishments until I am twenty one.” I confessed.

“Well I guess things have changed a lot since I was a teenager.” Was all he said

I caught my father watching Buffy as she leaned over to clear his plate from the table. The bile began to surface in my mouth and I needed some air. “Do you mind if I check out the back yard?” I asked.

“Sure, make yourself at home.” My father said.

Fat chance!

My father remained seated, as I got up and walked toward the French doors leading to the pool yard. When I shut the door behind me, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and take a deep breath, thankful I made it through the meal without killing my father, or his bimbo girlfriend.

The pool yard was landscaped with tall grasses and lots of unique rocks. Several lounge chairs sat around the pool, and the entire vicinity was privacy fenced in. Attached to the far end of the pool was a building. Since my father had given me the go-ahead to look around, I took it upon myself to venture inside.  Assuming that it was just a pool house, I barged in the door.

I was wrong.

The most handsome piece of man I had ever seen was bent over, pulling off a pair of swimming trunks. As the door shut behind me, he turned around, shocked!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Chance

 

It was hard for me to believe that in the last year I had ruined my life and possibly my future. My full ride to Penn State University had been revoked. If my mother were still alive she would be kicking my ass, still after six months.  What happened was a horrible tragedy and the dean of schools did what he had to do. In one night I had managed to destroy everything I had worked so hard for.

Now I lived with my sister, in a pool house in her back yard at that. We were always close and she never questioned me when I had confessed what happened that night. I couldn’t lie about something like that, but making someone believe me wasn’t that easy. Not when it was on every television station and in every newspaper.

So my sister set me up with a place to live, and a job that would last me at least a year. Her new sugar daddy had bought an old fixer upper and they had big plans for what they wanted the house to become, inside and out.

I hadn’t held a hammer since high school, but thankfully it ended up being like riding a bike. After a few days work, I got the hang of things. Plus working by myself gave me a lot of time to think about the mistakes I had made to get me to this very predicament I was in.

My friends had all but disowned me, insisting that they couldn’t be friends with someone like me. Someone that could do such heinous things and get away with it for so long. It hurt so much. In the long run, I guess they were never really my friends. If they were, then they would have known I wasn’t capable of those things.

Even my girlfriend, who I had dated since my freshman year at college dumped me, claiming the pressure of being involved with me was too much and yada yada. The truth was that her parents forbid her from having anything to do with me. They had the nerve to call me a street thug,  and a common criminal on several attempts I had made to contact her at their place of residence. She had finally written me a letter asking me to never contact her again, or they would be forced to get a restraining order against me. Her father had warned about the same plan that day as well.

For the first few months after the trial, I secluded myself in my sister’s apartment. It was over top of the bar that she danced at, so after work she would bring bottles of liquor to bury the pain with. It was the only real time I was able to sleep while still living in Pennsylvania.

After she met Mark Ryan things changed. She stopped working at the bar, and soon spent all of her time with him. Within six months they were shacked up and planning on the big move to Virginia. Because of them, I was given a fresh start here in a new state. Eventually, maybe I could make new friends and have a future that my mother would have been proud of, instead of the one that had put her in an early grave.

For the past two weeks I had been working on the inside of the house. It had been vacant for almost a year and Mr. Ryan got it as a foreclosure. He said it was a steal, but I just took his word for it. Anything over five grand was too expensive for me. I had blown my mother’s entire life insurance on lawyers, trying to keep myself out of jail. I hated that. The fact that my mother had worked so hard for us to be independent and successful and never hurt for anything, made me feel like such a failure.

But, I was trying to make things work. I got the most important rooms in a livable shape, and even got the cabinets installed in the kitchen before the granite countertops were delivered. There was still so much to do, but I didn’t have a deadline, which was good since most of what I was doing was foreign to me. I found myself looking up how-to sites before I started a new project. It was a good thing that the internet had evolved into a place where you could learn how to do anything.

I had planned on fixing some shingles that were missing on the roof today, but my sister and Mr. Ryan asked me to take the day off. They claimed that they had someone “very special” coming over and that they didn’t want to be disturbed with the sound of the hammer slamming against the roof. It was fine. I never really relaxed on the weekends. Sitting in the small pool house just made me think of what my life could have been.  On most nights I would drink myself to a drunken stupor and eventually pass out.  My sister feared that one night I was going to get so drunk I would fall in the pool and die.

Even though I had the day off, I still woke up at the crack of dawn. I weeded the front garden next to the driveway and painted the mailbox. While I had the can of paint out, I decided to touch up the white parts of the fence around the pool. The sun was hot, even early this morning, and I found myself sweating profusely as I finished touching up the fence. I sat myself down on a lounge chair and soaked up the rays, telling myself it was too early to crack open a beer. I had to wait until twelve at least that is what everyone says.

When I felt like my balls were literally sticking to the side of my legs, I decided to grab a pair of swimming trunks and jump in the pool. Even if the company was already here, I wouldn’t be bothering them. I avoided jumping in and causing big splash sounds. Instead, I just floated around the pool for a while in pure silence.

When my hands started to prune up, I climbed out of the pool. Realizing all of the towels were in the pool house, or main house, I hurried to get inside. The morning breeze was still cool, even with the sun shining down.  I made it into the pool shed within seconds and immediately started to strip out of my wet bathing suit.

When I heard the door at first, I thought it was just my sister, but as I turned around I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“What the Hell? Who are you and what are you doing in here?” I yelled while trying to cover myself in the front, but it was obvious she had already seen everything I had.

She threw her hands over her face. “Oh my God, I am so sorry! I didn’t know somebody was in here. My father said I could look whenever I wanted. Seriously I had no idea.”

She turned her entire body around even though her hands were already covering her face. I grabbed a dry pair of boxers off the couch and slipped them on. “You can turn around now, I’m decent.”

I was still slipping on a pair of basketball shorts, but at least I was covered. “So who is your dad?”

She cocked her eyebrow. “Why? Who the Hell are you?” She asked defensively.

“I’m Chance, Chance Avery.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And why are you in my father’s pool house? Does he know you are in here or do I need to call the cops?” She threatened.

The last thing I needed was trouble with the law my first month here. “No, no! I am Buffy’s brother. I am doing work for Mr. Ryan. I didn’t know he had a daughter.”

She sighed and looked down to the ground. “Figures. Considering he hasn’t been a part of my life for a while now.”

I was ready to tell her to get out, but there was something about her that made me feel sorry for her. “Why don’t you come sit down for a minute. I’m sure after seeing my bare ass you could use a drink. So what will it be?”

“What do you have?” She asked.

“Bourbon and coke.”

“Wow that is some variety. Surprise me!”

I gave her a half smile and headed to the tiny kitchen area. I was pretty sure that the people who lived here before rented out this pool house. It had one bedroom, a kitchen,  a small bathroom and a living room, but it was perfect for me. It wasn’t like I entertained, or even had friends at all.

I decided to get her a bottle of water I found in the door of the fridge. My sister had bought them insisting that if I drank soda all day in the sun I would get heat exhaustion.

When I returned to the living room, I sat on the chair facing her.

“Hope.” She said.

“Huh?”

“My name is Hope, Hope Ryan.” She said as she took the bottle of water. “Thanks for this. I didn’t know if I could handle the bourbon after the breakfast I just had.”

“That bad huh?”

“No offense, but your sister isn’t much older than me. I guess I just wasn’t prepared ya know?” She said as she opened the bottle of water and drank half of it down.

I had managed to pour myself half a glass of bourbon and had already taken two sips. The ice clattered in the bottom of the glass, and I swiveled it around with my hand. “Nah, it’s cool. My sister can be hard to understand at first. She has a good heart though.”

She smirked but said nothing. “What?” I couldn’t help but asking.

“Nothing! Well I was going to say something, but you will just get mad probably.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it wasn’t nice to start something and not finish it.” She looked up at me. Her eyes were like crystals and they glowed against her dark complexion. Summer had just started, but she was already tan. Her hair had streaks of different browns, but it didn’t look like it came from a box, it appeared to be natural highlights. She was strikingly beautiful.

“Fine, I was going to say that she really likes the color pink. No, not likes, LOVES the color pink.” She blurted out.

I wanted to defend my sister, but something about this girl made me feel like she was just trying to break the ice. I hadn’t had a friend in so long that I couldn’t be an asshole; I needed this. “I never noticed. She likes lots of colors. So, what colors do you like?”

Did I really just ask that?

“Not pink. Anything but pink.” She declared without even thinking about it.

“Okay. Are you always like this?”

“Like what?” She asked innocently.

“I don’t know. Flip. Sarcastic.”

“How would you feel if you hadn’t seen your father in a year, or talked to him? How would you act if he invited you over and ignored you because he was busy staring at his new eye candy’s fake tits?”

I was halfway into a large gulp of bourbon when the word “tits” came out of her pretty little mouth. The liquor went flying everywhere. Once I stopped gagging from the utter shock, I turned back to face her. She had stood up from the couch and had her hands on her hips. “Look, I am really sorry that I barged in on you getting changed. Had I been told that someone was living out here I never would have bothered you. It was nice meeting you Chance. Have a nice life.” She said as she walked out of the pool house.

I got up and walked to the window, watching her head back toward the house, while I finished my drink. I was pretty sure I would need a couple more after our unexpected meeting just now, but first I needed to talk to my sister.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Hope

 

After I had come barging back into the main house from my unexpected meeting with Chance, all I wanted to do was go home. My father was back in his recliner watching golf again, while Buffy filed her nails with her feet draped over the end of the couch. I had to laugh at that. My father and mother used to yell at me over and over for sitting like that on a couch.  How could he have changed so much? And why hadn’t he come looking for me after brunch was cleaned up?

I didn’t hesitate as I made my way into the family room and announced I was leaving.

My father turned and gave me a smile, while Buffy came racing over, planting a big hug on me. I patted her a few times on the back and pulled out of her embrace. “Thanks for brunch. It was nice meeting you.”

Not really!

As soon as I made it out of the driveway I began to cry. I couldn’t have held back the tears even if I wanted to.  At one point I had to pull over to the side of the road, because I couldn’t see through the tears that had filled my eyes.

I couldn’t understand why he had even moved back here. Was I just dreaming or had that really been the catastrophe that I saw it as? While I sat on the side of the road I felt my stomach knotting up. In just enough time, I managed to unbuckle my seat belt, get out and run to the side of the road, where I vomited all of the food I had eaten. I leaned against my car, trying to gain some composure and make sure I was completely finished vomiting.

All of the time I had wished I had my father back into my life, and when I got him it was nothing like I pictured it would be. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. There was no way I could drive home like this and explain what happened to my mother. She hated the guy. She would go out and buy a gun and then later be on the news for murdering him.  I had to get myself calmed down first. It was my only option.

While still trying to feel better, I noticed a truck pulling to the side of the road. A male driver got out and began to approach me. I always carried pepper spray on my key ring, but it was still stuck in the ignition of the car. My heart started to beat faster and I could feel myself beginning to panic. I wasn’t on a heavy driven road, in fact while I was puking there had been no cars that passed going in either direction.

The man’s voice startled me, signaling he had approached me at a faster rate than I expected.  “Are you okay miss? Do you need some help?”

He wore a baseball cap that covered his face, but I noticed the long scar across his cheek. I’m not usually one to stereotype, but he gave me the creeps like he was straight out of a horror movie. He got about a foot away from me and reached for my arm. “Did you hear me miss? I can take you wherever you want to go. Why don’t you come get in my truck?” He suggested.

He had a hold of my arm and I froze. I couldn’t speak and I surely couldn’t scream, not that anyone would even be able to hear me in this area of the highway anyway.

The man had managed to pull me about four feet away from my car before a motorcycle came driving down the road toward us. At first I feared they would keep going, but the driver skidded in between our cars and immediately got his bike into a sitting position. The strange man had released his hold on me as the next person approached.

“Are you okay?’ He asked while still wearing his helmet.

I couldn’t answer. I just shook my head, NO!

He came to stand in front of me, shielding me from the weird guy. “I think you need to leave sir.”

The man backed away from him, assuming he must have known me. When the creepy man finally pulled away I realized I was on the side of the road alone with yet another stranger. I finally came to my senses and began to make a dash for my car, until he grabbed the back of my dress and pulled me close to him. I couldn’t see his face, and after losing all of the fluids in my body, I found myself lightheaded from the fear and anxiety. Then I felt myself fall.

 

Chance

 

After my encounter with Mr. Ryan’s daughter, I needed a pack of cigarettes. I decided to hop on my bike and head to the nearest convenience store. When I got about three miles from the house I spotted two vehicles pulled over on the side of the road, and one of the cars happened to be the same one that had been in my driveway just a half hour ago. As I got closer I noticed that a man had his hands on her and I didn’t even think. My bike came to a halt and I immediately approached  Hope and the stranger. When the stranger left without incident I knew I had come at just the right moment. He was probably wanted for some type of crime and didn’t want to get involved with the police. I knew how that felt.

When Hope collapsed in my arms I thought about taking her back to her father’s, but when I carried her to the passenger side of the car, I noticed the vomit in the grass. When she darted out of the pool house I assumed she was frustrated and upset, but seeing that she was sick to her stomach confirmed she was having a difficult time with things. I managed to get her reclined in the passenger seat and decided to wait it out in the driver’s seat. There was no way I was leaving her here all alone on this strip of the highway, and I wasn’t about to leave my bike either. It was the only thing I had in my name.

I found a good station on the radio and turned the air on to blow on Hope’s skin. I couldn’t believe I had gotten myself into this situation. My head found a semi comfortable position on the steering wheel as I stared at the girl beside me. Her arms were covered in goose bumps from the cool air, and her hair was blowing in small strands across her face. Her breathing had calmed and her cleavage protruded from the low cut sundress.

I hadn’t been this close to another girl other than my sister in a very long time, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I was an adult and I had no idea how old this girl was sitting next to me. I assumed she was close to my sister’s age, but the bow in her hair made her look like a teenager. The last thing I needed was for someone to get the wrong idea about why we were in this car alone on the side of the road.

As much as I didn’t want to do it, I leaned over and gently smacked on Hope’s cheek.

“Hope? Hey wake up Hope.” I said while patting her face.

She woke up and began screaming, not realizing where she was or what was going on. I held my hands up and placed them on the ceiling of the car. “Whoa, wait a minute. You were approached by a stranger and I stopped and got him to leave. I swear Hope.”

She stopped screaming and trying to get out, and looked at me, finally remembering what happened.

“You passed out in my arms. All I did was carry you to the car. I couldn’t leave you alone so I stayed to make sure you were alright.” I explained.

She looked at her clothes and then her arms. “Did anything else happen?” She asked.

It felt like she kicked me in the balls. I didn’t want to be accused of hurting another person again. I put my head down and frowned. “I promise you that I would never do that. If you are okay, I think it would be best if I got going.”

As I went to climb out of the car, I felt her hand grabbing my arm. “Wait. Please.”

I sat back down in the car and looked directly into those blue eyes. “What?”

“If you hadn’t come, I don’t know what would have happened today. You may have saved my life.” She said while still holding on to my arm.

I grabbed her fingers and removed her hold on me. “I don’t know about saving lives, but I am glad you’re safe Hope. I guess maybe I will see you around.” I said as I climbed out of the car and grabbed my helmet.

When I climbed onto my bike and fastened my helmet I noticed Hope climbing over the seat to get to the driver’s side. She started her car and readjusted her mirror. I saw her looking at me, but chose to ignore it. Maybe it was just a coincidence, or perhaps she was just thankful for me being there at the right time. It would have been a shame if something happened to her on her way home from such a bad morning already.

I decided to wait until Hope pulled away before I left, and as she pulled away I forgot all about wanting that pack of cigarettes.

Father’s Day

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Father’s Day is a difficult day for me. It isn’t because my father is dead, if that’s what you’re thinking. Instead I have a dad that has stolen from and lied to me throughout my entire life. The pain that I feel over this man has scarred me, and left me with a hole in my heart.

As a small child I always looked up to my father. He was a fireman, a real hero to me. He took me fishing and hunting, and was my very best friend. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a faithful man, and found happiness in the bedding of other women, some even my  mother’s closest friends.

To say that this caused problems would be an understatement. I was nine and more than once caught him with his pants literally down around his ankles. I was tormented by the facade of my parents fake happy marriage. I couldn’t understand the right from wrong, but refused to let go of hope that things could get better.

The bought a large parcal of property, far away from the city and began buiding their fresh start dream home. A home where new memories could be made. During the construction we were forced to live with my aunt. She had plenty of room, and she was my Godmother. She helped my parents stay afloat while they threw all of their money into this dream home.

When I was ten my mother finally took us and left, something that was impossibly hard for her to do with two small children. My father has gotten my mother’s friend pregnant, and my mom found notes between the two of them regarding a miscarriage.

I think this was the final strawin the marriage coffin.

My mother had nowhere to go, and found refuge with my fathers best friend (my Godfather). We lived in his garage apartment for about a year during my parents messy divorce, where my father claimed to be fighting for us, and turned the affairs all on my mother. He stated she had been involved with my Godfather for a long time.

Funny thing is, I knew the truth.

My mother won custody as my father went through two new girlfriends, just eight years different than myself, both of which ended up getting pregnant. So to make a long story short…..The first woman to be pregnant had a boy, but in the meantime, my mother’s ex best friend also got pregnant. She in turn won my father’s heart and they started planning a wedding, leaving the other woman with a small child and heartbreak.

As his life started to look up for him, he made a very poor decision. While still trying to finish his log cabin (the dream home of my parents) he told someone how to burn down their house for money. Now being a fireman, well it didn’g turn out very good. Somehoe the conversation was recorded, and he was charged official with a crime. The states key witness was the other woman.

Now I just need to back up here for a second and let everyone know that the child the other woman had, was kept a secret to everyone in my family. We never knew we had a brother until he was two years old, and the woman came to my mother’s doorstep. Pretty shitty way to find out something so important.

So back to the story…My father was facing serious charges and the key witness was my brothers mom. Upon leavin gher job one night she was approached by a stranger, threatened and stabbed. It was not acutally my father with the knife, but the warning was regarding her testifying. She got put into witness protection until the trial.

During this time my mother had actually remarried and was pregnant herself, with my Godfather’s children.

Yes…there is more.

Somehow the trial came to an end and my father walked away with the loss of his job and his pension.

He deserved that.

In the meantime, my baby brother and his mother fled the state. We couldn’t find them and it broke our hearts.

For the next few years my father started up a business building custom homes. He married my mother’s ex BFF, and they had a little baby girl. Being surrounded by all these new siblings was a joy, even being a teenager. I hated the part where I had to help take care of them, but it gave me a lot experience when it came to my own children later on.

I had to see my father on weekends, but the older I got the more I wanted to be home near my friends. Besides ever since my twelth birthday, I got a card with an IOU in it. Literally it said that, while my sisters got jewelry and even a car. WTH!

I started dating my husband my senior year of high school. I swear I knew from the first kiss that he was my future. I loved him from that very first moment, but I had no idea how to trust someone. I wasn’t even really sure what love was. I wanted this bubble to surround us and keep us always together. I felt like if he went into another room and saw someone standing there, he would immediately want them.

It was hard to learn to trust. We fought so much the first two years, but our love was strong and we hated to be apart. We decided to marry that third year and I was excited to start my future with such a wonderful man.

During our courtship, I hadn’t really had a realtionship with my father. I was a teenager and started to see his lies head on. I wasn’t the naive little girl he once tried to brainwash with explantations. A week before my wedding he came to me with a check. It was made out to me and he claimed some error had occured and it was really his money, but he would give me five hundred dollars out of it for my wedding present. Of course five hundred bucks is a big chunk of change, so I signed the check and got on with my own arrangements.

A month later my mother asked me if I ever got the back child support check that the state had mailed me…

Yeah….

So more time went by and we didn’t speak. I did continue to receive my annual IOU card.

Finally, I gave birth to my first child, a boy. My father came to the hospital and saw his grandson, and for a moment I saw love in his eyes. Love that I had wanted from him from so long. We allowed ourselves to be sucked in to his manipulation again. We kept a constant relationship even though he lived pretty far away. We saw him every few months.

He had married his third wife, who by the way is the worst human being to walk the earth. She is like Ursula from the little mermaid.

Okay pretty stupid comparision…moving on.

My daughter was born in 2002. We were living in the subburbs near Baltimore and wanted a better life for our children. My father claimed to build us a house (with our money) if we moved to the country near him. We thought it was a great opportunity and jumped in head first. Everyone got along well during the construction. Toward the end though things got complicated. Money was unaccounted for. He had asked for us to released him an extra ten grand, in turn he bought a cabinet compnay with and never returned the money to our draw. Finally we reached the finishing stages of the house and had to use our own money to finish it, because the draw money was gone.

Son of a bitch had used our money for his other projects.

I worked in banking and accounting. I knew how things worked, but kept my mouth shut, and enjoyed my new home and surroundings. When my bank got bought out, he kindly offered for me to be the office manager to his company. Stupid move old man! The first thing I did was make a copy of everything and stored it away safely. Soon my file dissapeared, but I had my evidence. Just as I suspected, things didn’t add up. I audited the entire years projects. They were spending money meant for each project other places.

Things got bad in the office, oh and my husband was also working for them. We decided to get ut of dodge and sell the house we had built when people were arroaching us in our small town saying they were going to physically hurt us if my father didn’t pay them for work they did on our house.

We moved across town, in a house that was already built. My dads business started falling apart, because he was being sued by so many companies he hadn’t payed. In the meantime they were traveling to exotic places all over the world and buying fancy things, including adding a two thousand square ft edition to his own house with a waterfall in it…

So one day he called to tell us there was no longer work. We waited two weeks….

With a new mortgage and two children we needed to make money fast.

I found a job and began working then thankfully tim got picked up by someone that my father had done business with. So the hubby comes home after his first week and shows me a paper stating a report done on stolen materials. The trim my father used to trim our house was stolen from this other guys construction site.

Now my hubs new bosses knew who did it, and they didn’t blame him at all. In fact he still works for them to this day.

I havent spoken to my father in five years, and what I said on here is not even half of the shitty things he has done to me and my family. After the house drama we were out tens of thousands, which he claims was not true. Duh…I am smarter than you think dad.

He refuses to recognize my children and doesn’t even send them cards.

They are broken up about it, but understand the pain it causes me.

I literally cry when I see people with their dads hugging them, smiling with them.

Any relationship that could ever be would be based on lies and tension. I can’t trust him, noone can trust him. He has lied his way through life and damaged everything he touches. His actions have destroyed me, and caused me years of therapy.

So Father’s Day?

I will celebrate it with my husband, who is the best father and husband he can be.

If you are a father…love your children unconditionally. Show them you care. Spend time with them.

Father’s Day

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Father’s Day is a difficult day for me. It isn’t because my father is dead, if that’s what you’re thinking. Instead I have a dad that has stolen from and lied to me throughout my entire life. The pain that I feel over this man has scarred me, and left me with a hole in my heart.

As a small child I always looked up to my father. He was a fireman, a real hero to me. He took me fishing and hunting, and was my very best friend. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a faithful man, and found happiness in the bedding of other women, some even my  mother’s closest friends.

To say that this caused problems would be an understatement. I was nine and more than once caught him with his pants literally down around his ankles. I was tormented by the facade of my parents fake happy marriage. I couldn’t understand the right from wrong, but refused to let go of hope that things could get better.

The bought a large parcel of property, far away from the city and began building their fresh start dream home. A home where new memories could be made. During the construction we were forced to live with my aunt. She had plenty of room, and she was my Godmother. She helped my parents stay afloat while they threw all of their money into this dream home.

When I was ten my mother finally took us and left, something that was impossibly hard for her to do with two small children. My father has gotten my mother’s friend pregnant, and my mom found notes between the two of them regarding a miscarriage.

I think this was the final straw in the marriage coffin.

My mother had nowhere to go, and found refuge with my fathers best friend (my Godfather). We lived in his garage apartment for about a year during my parents messy divorce, where my father claimed to be fighting for us, and turned the affairs all on my mother. He stated she had been involved with my Godfather for a long time.

Funny thing is, I knew the truth.

My mother won custody as my father went through two new girlfriends, just eight years different than myself, both of which ended up getting pregnant. So to make a long story short…..The first woman to be pregnant had a boy, but in the meantime, my mother’s ex best friend also got pregnant. She in turn won my father’s heart and they started planning a wedding, leaving the other woman with a small child and heartbreak.

As his life started to look up for him, he made a very poor decision. While still trying to finish his log cabin (the dream home of my parents) he told someone how to burn down their house for money. Now being a fireman, well it didn’g turn out very good. Somehow the conversation was recorded, and he was charged official with a crime. The states key witness was the other woman.

Now I just need to back up here for a second and let everyone know that the child the other woman had, was kept a secret to everyone in my family. We never knew we had a brother until he was two years old, and the woman came to my mother’s doorstep. Pretty shitty way to find out something so important.

So back to the story…My father was facing serious charges and the key witness was my brothers mom. Upon leaving her job one night she was approached by a stranger, threatened and stabbed. It was not actually my father with the knife, but the warning was regarding her testifying. She got put into witness protection until the trial.

During this time my mother had actually remarried and was pregnant herself, with my Godfather’s children.

Yes…there is more.

Somehow the trial came to an end and my father walked away with the loss of his job and his pension.

He deserved that.

In the meantime, my baby brother and his mother fled the state. We couldn’t find them and it broke our hearts.

For the next few years my father started up a business building custom homes. He married my mother’s ex BFF, and they had a little baby girl. Being surrounded by all these new siblings was a joy, even being a teenager. I hated the part where I had to help take care of them, but it gave me a lot experience when it came to my own children later on.

I had to see my father on weekends, but the older I got the more I wanted to be home near my friends. Besides ever since my twelfth birthday, I got a card with an IOU in it. Literally it said that, while my sisters got jewelry and even a car. WTH!

I started dating my husband my senior year of high school. I swear I knew from the first kiss that he was my future. I loved him from that very first moment, but I had no idea how to trust someone. I wasn’t even really sure what love was. I wanted this bubble to surround us and keep us always together. I felt like if he went into another room and saw someone standing there, he would immediately want them.

It was hard to learn to trust. We fought so much the first two years, but our love was strong and we hated to be apart. We decided to marry that third year and I was excited to start my future with such a wonderful man.

During our courtship, I hadn’t really had a relationship with my father. I was a teenager and started to see his lies head on. I wasn’t the naive little girl he once tried to brainwash with explanations. A week before my wedding he came to me with a check. It was made out to me and he claimed some error had occurred and it was really his money, but he would give me five hundred dollars out of it for my wedding present. Of course five hundred bucks is a big chunk of change, so I signed the check and got on with my own arrangements.

A month later my mother asked me if I ever got the back child support check that the state had mailed me…

Yeah….

So more time went by and we didn’t speak. I did continue to receive my annual IOU card.

Finally, I gave birth to my first child, a boy. My father came to the hospital and saw his grandson, and for a moment I saw love in his eyes. Love that I had wanted from him from so long. We allowed ourselves to be sucked in to his manipulation again. We kept a constant relationship even though he lived pretty far away. We saw him every few months.

He had married his third wife, who by the way is the worst human being to walk the earth. She is like Ursula from the little mermaid.

Okay pretty stupid comparison…moving on.

My daughter was born in 2002. We were living in the suburbs near Baltimore and wanted a better life for our children. My father claimed to build us a house (with our money) if we moved to the country near him. We thought it was a great opportunity and jumped in head first. Everyone got along well during the construction. Toward the end though things got complicated. Money was unaccounted for. He had asked for us to released him an extra ten grand, in turn he bought a cabinet company with and never returned the money to our draw. Finally we reached the finishing stages of the house and had to use our own money to finish it, because the draw money was gone.

Son of a bitch had used our money for his other projects.

I worked in banking and accounting. I knew how things worked, but kept my mouth shut, and enjoyed my new home and surroundings. When my bank got bought out, he kindly offered for me to be the office manager to his company. Stupid move old man! The first thing I did was make a copy of everything and stored it away safely. Soon my file disappeared, but I had my evidence. Just as I suspected, things didn’t add up. I audited the entire years projects. They were spending money meant for each project other places.

Things got bad in the office, oh and my husband was also working for them. We decided to get ut of dodge and sell the house we had built when people were approaching us in our small town saying they were going to physically hurt us if my father didn’t pay them for work they did on our house.

We moved across town, in a house that was already built. My dads business started falling apart, because he was being sued by so many companies he hadn’t payed. In the meantime they were traveling to exotic places all over the world and buying fancy things, including adding a two thousand square ft edition to his own house with a waterfall in it…

So one day he called to tell us there was no longer work. We waited two weeks….

With a new mortgage and two children we needed to make money fast.

I found a job and began working then thankfully the hubby got picked up by someone that my father had done business with. So the hubby comes home after his first week and shows me a paper stating a report done on stolen materials. The trim my father used to trim our house was stolen from this other guys construction site.

He blamed my husband and I for the loss of his company, even though neither of us had any control over the finances. I wrote only checks that I was approved to write. I even worked more hours than I accounted for and never asked for extra pay.

Now my hubs new bosses knew who stole the trim, and they didn’t blame him at all. In fact he still works for them to this day.

I haven’t spoken to my father in five years, and what I said on here is not even half of the shitty things he has done to me and my family. After the house drama we were out tens of thousands, which he claims was not true. Duh…I am smarter than you think dad.

He refuses to recognize my children and doesn’t even send them cards.

They are broken up about it, but understand the pain it causes me.

I literally cry when I see people with their dads hugging them, smiling with them.

Any relationship that could ever be would be based on lies and tension. I can’t trust him, noone can trust him. He has lied his way through life and damaged everything he touches. His actions have destroyed me, and caused me years of therapy.

So Father’s Day?

I will celebrate it with my husband, who is the best father and husband he can be.

If you are a father…love your children unconditionally. Show them you care. Spend time with them. Sacrifice for them.

Don’t do what my father did to me.

The Somnian Series is going Global!

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Thanks to a group of fellow tweeters, my book series is going global. I have received reviews from people all over the world. I am thrilled for the progress that it is making, and I would like to say thank you to all.

Book five is really coming along, and so far, it is going to be the last book in the series. The characters have come to the final chapter in their stories, and I am very excited to share them with everyone.

Chapter One of Tommy Ford Zombie Chronicals

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Below is the first chapter in the new Zombie series I am working on. Hope you like it!

Schools are supposed to be a place where people could go during a natural disaster. Who would have thought it would be where the epidemic would show its disgusting face. The chaos that has been left in lieu of today’s outbreaks are devastating, to say the least. I was fortunate to be in the guidance counselor’s office when all hell broke loose.
In fact, I was almost always in the guidance counselor’s office, on account of being bullied every day of my life. I am what I would call a nobody, or a loner. I am not a nerd, in the sense that I hate school and doing work. I am not in the band, but prefer my IPOD to any live instrument. I don’t play sports, well only the kind you can play with the television and a wireless controller. I find refuge in my XBOX and spending time alone. While other kids are going out and partying, I am completing missions for the military, slaying dragons, stealing cars, and fighting zombies, all from the comfort of my very own bedroom.
I was called down about a disturbance that happened yesterday on the bus. It seems that even though I don’t speak to anyone, and mind my own business, I am a threat to myself and others around me. When the call from the guidance office interrupted my Algebra class, and asked for me to report there, I gladly gathered my books and exited.
I had been sitting in the office, waiting for the counselor, when this loud boom occurred, feeling like an earthquake. The counselor for the lower classmen came running through, telling me to stay where I was. She returned shortly after, along with my counselor, and explained that a small plane had crashed about a quarter mile from our school. Apparently it was en-route from Washington D.C. to Dover Air Force Base. Since our school is located in the rural part of the Eastern Shore of Maryland, we rarely ever even see planes in the sky, unless they are crop dusters.
I could hear the sirens passing by a few minutes after the crash. The counselors and office staff were gossiping about it, texting their family and relatives for information. Around here everyone knows everyone. Our town is small, and although growing, it is still an old traditional town. Our fire department consists of volunteers, and who knows what type of training is required if any at all.
I remember when my neighbor’s house caught on fire. It was completely engulfed in flames, while a few of the guys stood around shaking their heads, refusing to go in. Thankfully, my other neighbor went running in and got the people out, seconds before it was too late. I am sure it isn’t always like that, but once you witness a hero being a pussy, it gives you a different opinion all together.
After the counselor neglected to come back in and attend to me, I pulled out my cell phone, that I wasn’t supposed to have in school, and started playing a game. I stuck in my headphones, which were attached to my hoodie, and cranked up the music. I didn’t care if I sat in this office all day, as long as it got me out of class.
Once the device started to get hot in my hand, I noticed that I had been sitting in the room alone, for over an hour. I looked around the small office, which consisted of a desk and computer with a chair, two guest chairs and a single bookcase, featuring a book for every teen dilemma known to man. Feeling curious, I picked up a book on teen relationships and started browsing through it.
My guidance counselor had always been nice to me. A couple years back, in my freshman year, I had a terrible break-up from my first real girlfriend. At the time I thought the whole world was going to stop spinning. The girl, whose name is Hillary, immediately got a new boyfriend. To make matters worse, we shared the same circle of friends, and she deliberately told them lies to make them hate me. I was able to retain a handful of loyal friends out of the deal. I should have known to never trust a pretty girl, who consistently lies about everything under the sun. Nowadays I just stick to myself, by considering relationships a DO-NOT-ENTER zone.
During the break-up from hell, I was forced to endure several classes with the ex. As a result, I was sent to the guidance office, when it became apparent to my fellow classmates, that I couldn’t handle being near her. My counselor was really nice. She sent me home with a great deal of material about coping with the loss of someone that you love, whether it be a death or a break-up.
I had to laugh because I never really read the material, in fact my mother found it in my room, and said I should just get over it. She said I never should have dated such a lying little slut. Leave it to my mother to make things so much easier. I could have dated an angel sent down from heaven, but she would always have my back if things went bad. I wondered if my mother had been called about the bus incident. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have punished me. If I had done something really wrong, she would punish me accordingly, but my mom had major issues regarding the way the school handled my particular situations.
A loud scream, coming from the hallway, sent the book up into the air. The guidance office was situated off the main hallway, but with the safety glass that surrounded the room, from the chair rail up, I could only see the opening to the main hallway. My view was restricted, to say the least. I watched through the glass door as a bunch of students went running by. More screams followed, but only more students were running from something that I was unable to see. Without waiting another minute, I opened the office door and began walking toward the main hallway.
When I got about a foot from the opening, I was trampled by someone that had whipped around the corner, throwing me to the ground. I noticed the blonde hair before anything else, due to the fact that some of it was now in my mouth. As she started to pry herself off of me, I began spitting out the strands of hair that blocked my ability from saying anything.
“We have to get out of here.” She said as she jumped up and ran in the direction that I had just come from.
“Wait! What is going on?” I asked while I watched her running.
I recognized her immediately. I had been clotheslined by, none other than, the Prom queen herself, Tabitha Fox. When God had given her family the name Fox, he wasn’t joking. The girl could make a guy kneel at her feet in awe. Her golden naturally blonde hair was always styled to perfection. She wore little to no makeup at all, except for around her eyes, where her long eyelashes accented the crystal blue color. She was one of those girls that someone like me looked at as she walked by, and hoped for just a whiff of her sweet scent. There were two things that I had noticed from our encounter so far; 1. Her hair smelled like heaven. 2. Her cheerleader uniform left no need for imagination. Her body was sculpted by a Greek God.
I snapped out of it as she came running back, grabbing my arm, pulling me back into the Guidance office. Once she closed the door and locked it behind us, I stood there staring at her.
She started pacing, ignoring the fact that I was in the room with her. “This isn’t real. This is just a bad dream. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.” She was lightly smacking herself in the face and pinching her arm. “Oh My God!”
I got up the nerve to say something when curiosity got the best of me, and her ranting was giving me no information at all. “What the Hell is going on? Did someone get into a fight or something? Was there a stink bomb that went off in a wing of school?” I had no idea what she could be running and screaming for, but she was a girl, and a cheerleader at that. Let’s be honest, cheerleaders aren’t always the toughest girls, not in my experience. Not that I had much experience at all actually.
“No! It isn’t either of those. Do you have your cell phone on you?” She asked.
I grabbed the phone out of my pocket that still had the game I was playing on pause, and handed it to her. She looked at the phone, and then over to me, shaking her head. “It says that you have a low battery. I dropped my cell in the hallway.” She said as she started putting in a number.
She put the phone up to her ear, but pulled it away instantly when she realized it was on speakerphone. The operator had come on the line stating “All circuits are busy. Please try your call again later.”
I stood there watching her repeat the dialing process, with the same result.
“Why don’t you just try the phone here in the office?” I blurted out, realizing I was calling her an idiot for not seeing the landline sitting on the desk.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed the phone, pressing each line one at a time, searching for a dial tone. The tone that we got from each line was the same, a constant busy signal, like when the phone is off the hook. She looked up at me and then started crying, throwing her face onto the desk.
“Are you going to tell me what is going on or what?” I asked again.
She looked up at me; her mascara had started running down her tanned cheeks. “We are going to die. That is what is going on.” Then she put her hands into her face and cried.
Without knowing what she was talking about, left me even more curious. “If you aren’t going to explain I am going to go see for myself.” I said as I walked over to the door and started to unlock it.
I was thrown back, by yet another scream. The lights started to blink, and the power went out. Immediately the emergency lights came on, but it left for a lot less light. I looked in the direction down the hall and saw my guidance counselor walking toward the office. I couldn’t make out her face, with the low light, but I recognized her long pencil skirt, and floral blazer.
I turned around, looking at Tabitha. “Here comes the counselor. I am sure she can explain what is going on, and calm your nerves.”
Tabitha came flying toward me, as I grabbed the doorknob, turning it to allow the counselor in the office. “NO!” She screamed as she threw her body into the door and refastened the lock. I gathered my ground and stood beside her, noticing how large and fixed her eyes had become on what was now on the other side of the door.
Tabitha and I took a startling step backwards when the counselor came within our view, through the glass door. The last time I saw the women she was dressed sharply, but now her clothes were disheveled, and even one arm of her blazer had been torn from the seam. A crimson colored stain covered the left half of her clothing, from the shoulder down to the skirt. Her perfectly bobbed gray hair looked more like she had just gotten out of bed, instead of having spent a while perfecting it, like it always had looked. The most disturbing new attribute was her eyes, which were now a white iridescent color throughout. Her head was cocked to the side and she straightened it, in a reaction that was more like a bird. A giant chunk of her cheek was missing, and it answered what the stain on her clothing was from. She held her gaze on the two of us, as if she were looking through us. Her head moved like a puppet as she studied us.
Without lifting her arms, she walked right into the door. Of course having only weighed about a buck twenty, her body was instantly thrown back. To our amazement we watched as she repeated the same movement again, each time causing more harm to her already spoiled appearance.
I looked over at Tabitha, who was now breathing heavy, with wet, scared to death eyes. “This is unreal.” I said as I walked toward the door, to get an up-close look at what the counselor had now become. “Is this what you were running from?”
“As if you can’t tell that there is something completely wrong with that woman now?” She pointed to the counselor, whom was still throwing her body over and over against the door.
“While I admit there is something wrong with her, I have to believe that this is some kind of school wide prank. Seriously? Zombies? You do know how popular zombies have become. Perhaps the drama geeks are working on some kind of school wide project.”
She threw her arms down in frustration. “You freaking dork! This is not some kind of prank. I just watched the principal attack my boyfriend. I watched as he was then jumped and slaughtered by an entire group of those things. Most of the kids ran out of the exit doors screaming, but Jay and I were attacked from behind, and got separated from our class. They killed him in a matter of seconds. They just ate him alive.” She buried her hands into her face and sobbed.
Avoiding the fact that she just called me a dork, I reached over and patted her on the shoulder. I couldn’t believe that all of this was happening, but if it was somehow true, I knew that I had to get us the hell out of this school. “I am sorry about your boyfriend, but if what your saying is true, we only have a short amount of time before the whole place in infested with these things.”
“How do you supposed we are going to get out of this office with her in our way?” She asked while pointing to the counselor, still trying to bust her way through the door.
I looked around the room, considering every option I could think of. There were no windows in this office. The walls to the hallway were made from a safety glass, and I wasn’t sure how thick and secure they would be after long. I walked over to a door I hoped led to another office, but was met with just a small utility closet, filled with boxes of self-help brochures, from what I could see.
I pulled myself out of the closet and walked over to the door, studying the guidance counselor. We could hear her raspy gurgling, as she bounced her body over and over at the door. Each repeated time her head pulled away with more contusions than before. The gruesome sight was horrifying, but all I could think of was that there were more like her out there, and that if she had already became one of these creatures in this little amount of time, it was only a short period before we would be overrun and out of any escape options.
Suddenly, the counselors newest burst had cracked a thin line through the safety glass. Unlike any human response, she continued at the door, without hesitation.
“We need to do something. She is going to get through.” Tabitha stated.
I took a survey of the room, noticing books, a stapler, a phone, but nothing in view that could act as a weapon. My hand ripped open the desk and searched for any kind of weapon that had perhaps been removed from a troubled student, at some point in time. Tabitha noticed the letter opener before me. She grabbed it, and studied the small metal object, with regard as to how she could use it. I closed the desk and headed in the direction of the closet again. A fire extinguisher hung on the wall, and I ripped it away quickly.
Tabitha let out a scream as the counselors head had now made a huge dent in the glass, and within two more blows she had cleared away a circle of glass the size of a melon. Instead of continuing to walk into the door, the newly turned creature now had her mouth shoved through the hole, as if she we reaching out to be fed.
“Oh my God! We are going to die in here.” Tabitha cried out, while backing herself against the desk.
“Did you see anyone fighting these things?” I asked.
“No, everyone was running. I ran as fast as I could, without looking back. There was no time to study these things.”She said, while giving me a dirty look.
I shook my head. “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t expect you to take notes. Look, we need to work together to get out of here. If this is really happening, than it could get very brutal and we may need to fight to stay alive.”
“How do you propose we get out of here? We are trapped in an office, while one of these things has us barricaded in.” Tabitha said as she pointed toward the door, stating the obvious.
What she didn’t know was that I had battled zombies for years. It may have been on video games, but I know for a fact that people have landed planes from learning how on video games. If the world was really entering into a zombie apocalypse, I may be considered an expert at the know-how part of it all.
“When you are ready we are going to make our move. You need to be ready though.”
She put her arms on her hips. “What do you mean ready? Before we go out into that hall with those freaks, I want to know what the plan is.” She stated.
“I can take care of the problem at the door. After that…….well…we will have to make a run for it. Our best bet would be to get to the principal’s office, and get into her collection of disposed weapons, which I can only assume she has. We need to arm ourselves if we are going to make it out of here alive, and I don’t think that having a letter opener and a fire extinguisher is going to cut it.”
She held her hands at her sides, but started shaking them like they were wet. “This is just a bad dream right? This isn’t real. I can’t die like this.”
The hole to the office door was now big enough where the bloodied counselor had her entire head through. Her gurgles were more pronounced and the brutality of death shone across her now skinless face. Each blow of the glass has ripped off more and more skin, leaving dripping blood and exposed dead tissue.
“Look, I want to live. You can come with me, or stay here and fend for yourself. You decide!” I said, without regard to her feelings. We were running out of time. Most zombies on television couldn’t open doors with their hands; in fact their bodies were usually dead. What controlled them was their brains, and the hunger for blood.
I walked over to the door, to get one last look at the creature up close, this was going to be the safest look I could get without endangering my life anymore than it already was. The woman shoved one of her lifeless hands through the hole, almost scratching me on the face. Her head moved from side to side as she studied me, backing away.
The adrenaline started to run through my veins, as the close call had come into play. I grabbed a chair with metal legs from the front of the desk, and ripped a leg off of it, causing the torn metal to be jagged and sharp. I never hesitated when I took the metal chair leg and shoved it through the counselor’s bloodied head, causing her to collapse to a lifeless halt against the door.
Tabitha’s reaction was a loud scream, as she stood in horror after watching what I had done. I approached her and she backed away from me. “You just killed her. You just killed someone.”
“She was already dead.” I reached out my hand to her. “If you want to live you need to come with me now.”
“I can’t move. I am afraid.” She explained.
I didn’t wait for her to accept my offer. Instead I grabbed her hand and headed toward the door.