You ever wonder how accurate Nessie’s predictions are? And does that ever scare the hell out of you? – LawIn the week that Rye had been at the Shack, she had kept mainly to herself. Her second night there, she had gone to Karan’s room for ice cream. There she had met a girl named Zee. She was twenty-four and had three children with her ex-husband. Her shoulder length hair was bright blue and usually hung loose unless she was working.“I love your hair!” Zee declared as she came through the door with a small cooler of ice cream and toppings.“Thanks.” Karan said patting her long brown hair.“Not you, bitch.” Zee laughed as she placed the ice cream on a table. “Sassy over there.”“Me?” Rye asked in surprise.For the next few hours, the three of them ate ice cream, talked about wedding plans and pretended to watch the movie on the TV. When Rye got up the next morning, she went to the kitchen planning to get herself a cup of coffee. Instead, she found Zee in the
If you think I’m getting up early and making breakfast for you, you’re crazier than I thought. – AlanaIt was his second morning in the guest room of his mother’s condo. He couldn’t help but laugh when he woke up in a very pink room. Alana made everything pink – walls, carpet, curtains, bedding, even the damned ceiling. The pinker it was, the sooner her sons would return to their wives.Except her youngest. “First, I don’t got no wife to go home to. Second, it’s like waking up in a giant pussy. Fuck, I might paint my room at Pops pink! And third, what about Sticks? He has a wife and two husbands. Aren’t you being a little sexist? And fourth, Mia doesn’t have a wife.”Laughing at his mom’s reaction to his declaration last night, Chance rolled out of bed and went to the attached bathroom. Also, in all pink. Stepping into the shower tub, he decided that he was going to have to point out that the bathroom was even more like a pussy.Pink. Warm. And wet. Chance took
You come back anytime. Babies need lots of love. - JoannaQuestion a biker’s masculinity and he’ll strip down to his jeans, wash his hands for three minutes and volunteer to hold a baby. “Damn.” Chance muttered as he realized that he had been played. The nurse just smiled knowingly at him. But then Joanna opened the door and he saw Rye in the rocking chair. She had on a hospital gown that was carefully covering the tiniest baby he had ever seen. All he could see was the top of his head and the outline of where the little guy was hugged against her chest. Rye was singing a beautiful song to him in a sweet voice. It was soft and gentle. Listening for a moment, he could only smile as he realized that Five Finger Death Punch could sound soothing. “I love listening to her sing.” Joanna whispered with a smile. At hearing her, Rye continued to sing about being on the wrong side of heaven but looked up. Her smile disappeared when her eyes landed on Chance. But
Remember, if it’s not your story, don’t tell it. You don’t know all the facts. – CoonKaran had the TV screen set watch DCSS. Except, it was late. She finally accepted that Cookie did not want her skinny, he just wanted her to be his wife. And she was halfway through her fries, burger and chocolate shake. As she was dipping some fries in her ketchup, the backdoor alarm chirped.Her office door was already closed and the audio for the security cameras were on. Rye’s laughter filled Karan’s office as Chance held the door open.“What the fuck?” Karan muttered as she turned in her chair to watch the show.“Seriously?” Chance asked as he followed Rye inside. “You skipped eighth grade?”“Yeah.” She was smiling and drinking a soda from a sit-down restaurant. “What about you?”“I’m not that smart. I mean, I get numbers and that shit. That comes easy.” he shrugged a took a drink from a cup from the same restaurant.“What the hell is going on here?” Karan asked as
I couldn’t imagine going through life without friends. They make it fun. – ZeeRye poured her coffee in the dining room before walking into the kitchen. Smiling, Zee finished packing the white bag with Rye’s breakfast. She had her question ready, along with her secret ulterior motive. But when she looked up and saw the other woman, types of cookware no longer seemed important. Rye’s face was pale, and her eyes were red rimmed from crying. Dark circles were under her lilac eyes that were still filled with tears. Her hair was smoothed down and her work uniform was spotless. That was more out of habit than her intentional actions.“Rye, baby girl, come sit down.” Zee quickly came around the stainless-steel workstation and guided her to a stool.The pale woman sat where she was told. She accepted the water bottle from Zee and continued to look down at the floor. “Baby girl, tell me what’s wrong.” Zee brushed a stray tear off the other woman’s cheek.“I’m too me
If you’re going to be at the clubhouse later, I’ll make sure that your birthday is happy. – Random Club BunnyAfter Chance made sure that Rye was okay, he went and ate breakfast at the Shack just like usual. He flirted with the girls there. Joked with the guys. Accepted homemade cards from his nieces and nephews. He knew if he strayed from his usual routine, people would ask questions. And he had no answers for them. Or even for himself. When he got back to the daycare, his office was decorated with balloons and a giant banner. There were lots of cards from the classes. And a few from the single moms. Chance worried about the grin that Karan gave him. When he opened the beautifully wrapped box, happy birthday confetti exploded out all over his office.Her laughter filled their offices and the reception area.“It wasn’t a glitter bomb!” Karan called out as she held her stomach due to her laughter.Shaking his head and watching the small multicolored cakes, p
How are you doing that? I’m going to starve. – MikeRYE’S MEMORIESEleven-year-old Rye sat with her dad and sister in the small restaurant. This was one of her most favorite places in the world. And her most favorite people. She loved her mom, but just like her sister, she was daddy’s girl through and through.Mike had been away for a few weeks with the Marines, and this was the first Saturday that he was back. This was the final stop of their usual Saturday routine. They wandered through the market where he bought his daughters little trinkets.Today it was a set of matching necklaces. Smooth, round stones with a hole drilled into them for the black cord to loop through. Leigh Anne had a bright blue stone and Ryanne had a piece of brown petrified wood. In the little bag in the empty chair next to Mike was a third necklace for Donna Leigh. Hers was a deep red with veins running through it.Leigh Anne had picked the blue stone because it matched Stitch on her pink
Leave your brother alone. – AlanaMost of the Lowery family had already arrived and were in the back party room. Chance held the large ornate red door for Rye before placing a hand on her lower back. His fingers barely brushed her thin jacket before pulling away. “Sorry, it’s habit.” He said motioning over her shoulder where to go.They entered the room and there was a lull for just a moment as everyone turned. Rye was accepted in with no questions. Names were thrown at her, but she couldn’t keep them straight. There was his mom, brothers and wives, sister and husband and about a dozen nieces and nephews. Not to mention the man and woman that were both married to Chance’s brother who was not in the room at that moment. There was a large bear of a man with bows in his hair and beard and was named Molly and his five wives. Of their dozen or so children, mainly daughters, Rye recognized Priss.As usual, where Priss was, Camille was not far away. Rye waved at Camil