Jack suddenly opened his eyes. He stayed motionless wondering what wake him. He slowly looked through his bedroom but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He leaned back on his pillow about to close his eyes he noticed someone carefully turning the doorknob. Very slowly and carefully he moved into a sitting position just watching that door. It didn’t seem to move any further.He had the sense someone was standing just outside. Slowly getting out of the bed, he quickly moved to the door. Just as he was about to reach for it, the person on the other side grabbed the door pulling it closed.“What the hell?” he grabbed the doorknob pulling the door opened.He saw someone running down the hall but halted at the top of the stairs waiting for him.“Who are you?”Jack moved forward angry that his home apparently wasn’t safe.“Stop right there,” he ordered.The person quickly rushed down the stairs running for the front door. He opened it disappearing into the darkness.Jack reached the opened
Julie Warren quickly entered the homeless shelter. She kept looking over her shoulder. She wasn’t certain but the man she just saw shooting that other man down in the alley has her nervous and anxious. She had managed to elude him for almost three years. The last time he caught her, there were hell to pay.“John Warren,” she said his name to release the heaviness across her chest. “If you are around here it means someone recognized me somewhere.”She quickly rushes to the kitchen looking for Martha but the woman wasn’t there. She put the groceries away then went and look for Tina Duncan. The woman was her responsibility out here. She found her busy sorting old clothes. She discovered the rich lady wasn’t ashamed of getting her hands dirty.“Tina,” she carefully closed and locked the door.“Is something wrong?”“Yes, I just saw John shooting someone in the alley.” Julie searched and found her identification and her son’s along with certain documents and a bit of money. She wrapped the
Jack fully dressed and ready for his morning. He barely slept last night. It was with much difficulty that he managed to convinced Jazz and Jason to go to bed. He feels the weight of responsibility for those two. Two women had placed their faith in him. He reached for his cell phone trying to call outside. The lines still were down. He reached behind his jacket his pistol loaded and secure.“Better start my day.” He reached and opened his bedroom door. Shocked and surprise when finding a waiting Jazz. She clearly looked tired from lack of sleep.“Morning,” she said softly.“Morning, what are you doing out of bed?” he queries.“I was waiting for you. How did you sleep?”“I didn’t and it seemed neither did you.”“I am going to make coffee.” She falls in step with him. Together they went downstairs.Jack found the mail and paper on the kitchen counter. He frowned when he realized he still didn’t see William. That man was always very punctual in whatever he was doing. He noticed Jazz was
Jack found himself struggling with anger management. He feels the fury building inside of him. His fists were balled ready to fight. He keeps looking in the distance, his past unfolding to a very specific moment in time when his father nearly beaten him to death, simply because he looked at him in a wrong way.He recalls in clarity if it wasn’t for his mother telling him a story, he would have left this world since he was beaten to the brink of death. His mother was a small delicate woman but with a build in iron core, he had learned that day. She made him hold on.“Jack,” he even hears her voice now clear as day.“Mom,” he whispered.“Please hold on son. You have a life to live. Don’t let him defeat you.”“I can’t …mom, I am tired.”“I know son. Let me tell you a story. Just listen to my voice and hold on.”“I love you Mom,”“Once upon a time I was cut down in my prime. I always thought I sit majestically on the side of life. I rather felt proud of my position I took up in society. I
Jack stood looking at Carly King. The woman sits there looking smugly at him. He crosses his arms just looking at her. His now mind wonders what on earth he ever saw in her. “Jason, would you mind giving us some privacy please.” He looked at his brother who immediately stood and left the living room. Jack briefly wonders what he might be thinking. He looked back at the woman who seemed intent on not staying out of his life. Claiming to be pregnant was the oldest ploy in the books trapping a rich man.“Now, Carly please repeat your bold statement.” Jack was coldly furious but control the volume of his voice.“I want to talk to you in private Jack. Why don’t you ask the ‘child’ to leave us alone?” Carly suggested with a sneering smile.“I already send the child from the room.” Jack’s pointed look was hard and cold.“I am talking about that one too,” she pointed at a silent Jazz who sits watching them.“Carly you are testing my patience.”“Jack, I want privacy.”“You are not going to get
Jack realized he was falling in love with his contract wife. He stood watching his wife playing ball with his brother. It dawns on him that not one of his ex-girlfriends would ever consider doing that. What puzzles and intrigued him, the fact that she was one moment child-like with an unexpected maturity. He slowly realized she was brave enough never to chase love or attention. Simply watching her he had noticed she was giving freely of herself to the laughing boy. He discovered he love her laughter; it always starts with the curving her mouth. “I like the girl. It would be the easiest thing to fall in love with her,” he voiced the sudden truth from his heart. His building happiness was interrupted by the familiar knock on the door. The door opened and closed. “Sir, do you have a minute?” “What is it William?” he kept his eyes on the two outside. His brother was truly enjoying himself. His wife looked amazing. He suddenly wonders if she would consider him as a husband? His thoughts
Jack slowly opened his eyes. A moment he was disoriented and puzzled when he realized an arm was flung over his chest. He stayed motionless trying to figure out who was in bed with him. Suddenly a slow smile played around his lips.“Jazz…” he said her name softly. Her simple and practical suggestion seemed to have a life changing reaction on him. The strength of his fear always holds him motionless. This morning he was breathless for a different reason. It would seem the soft wings of love was catching him unaware.“The heart seems a wonder,” he whispered in awe. He slowly twisted his body until he was lying on his side. Now he has a better look at the sleeping girl beside him. It would seem even in her sleep the constant smile was present.He reached out and softly brush over her soft hair loving the texture. It dawns on him that she climbed into his bed last night with faith that he would behave like a gentleman. This realization made him remembers his mother’s voice…” Trust the wom
“Happiness rediscovered…” Jazz whispered as she smiled with herself. She bends down and smelled the flowers. She enjoys spending time in the garden, also her way of avoiding Carly King who seemed to make it a point of being everywhere. She was doing inner reflection about the last couple of months realizing how blind she truly was. For a while she felt drained from the obstacles in her way. Her thoughts interrupted from the constant vibrating in her hand.“Why can’t you get the message Eva?” she glared at the phone. She ignored the call and keep wandering around in the garden. “I truly wasted my time with Allan Black. Now, looking back, what on earth did I really see in that guy?” She realized that man unknowingly to her created a kind of storm in her heart. “I certainly was a fool not seeing the obstacles for me but the rewards for him. I simply thought it was part of building a relationship. Can one person be so stupid?” She stopped to asked the birds. “I didn’t know why I was shock