It’s been a week, exactly a week since I last talked to Andreas McKinnon on the hill and since I also haven’t been able to sleep or eat ever since. Today I have to go back there and tell him I’m sure about my decision. The same one I had already made the first time I had gone there. It had been a mistake to go to him. I almost peed my pants. Just thinking about it makes me relive everything that went I through, and I did it only because I was more attached to the house, the land and everything that kept me closer to the memories. Everything that she had touched. We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth
“I need to talk to you.” I start to say before I chicken out. “In private.” “Private?” His smile turns into a snicker and he shake his head. “Children should be in their beds.” “Please. Is important.” I press on trying to forget the jolts of pain and ignoring the fact that he just called me a child. At 24 I did not consider myself a child, I may look younger than I was but not that much to call me child. “To whom?” He has me there, I don’t want to say it in from of them. “To you.” I’m not brave enough to raise my voice but is loud enough for him to hear. “Really? Now this sound interesting.” Ok, from afar he doesn’t look this intimidating. I had a speech ready and all. I had written it and practiced in front of my bathroom mirror several times before heading here. “I’m listening.” He said crossing his arms, the scowl on his face darkening. “Not here.” I beg. “Please.” I try to ge
Andreas’s POV I knew who she was all right. With the same big doe eyes, she looked a bit roughened up; a bit of dirt on her face didn’t take away the prettiness. She was a looker, even more now with her big brown eyes looking all shiny and the stubborn chin. Little Kennedy wanted an audience and could guess very well the reason but as always, I liked to play with my food and she looked as yummy as ever. Too bad she wasn’t ready to pluck. Never had the chance to have her this close and can’t say that I’m disappointed. A little bit small framed but plain she was not. The hair and eyes did it for me, add the pink lips and cheeks and yes, she was my type, she was any man's type. There were curves and I’d say braveness. Women came on to me all the time but never would have dreamed that she would dare. I know she’s scared of me or I somehow spook her. Looking away whenever I catch her staring, her whole demeanor changed whenever I was close by, not like it had been that many times th
Lacey Bogs and I have been best friends since the third grade. She was new at school and was the only one who didn’t call me names whenever I limped around the halls. She is also the person I tell everything that happens to me but this, this thing that has been eating me alive all week is the only thing I can’t tell her. She was the one who told me to get as far as possible from men like McKinnon. She has experience with a few of the bad boys of town but he’s the worst of them all. Bad boys tend to fall on their knees whenever she’s around. Beautiful Lacey; with her big blue eyes and compact body full of curves. I think it’s her big round doe eyes that lures them in and makes them believe she’s innocent and nice. I’m innocent and nice, she’s just well disguised. Where similar in height but that's about it, my hair is brown and my eyes too. I leave my hair wild while she straightens her dark blond mane, she’s extrovert and wild while I can’t move as a normal person sh
I’m panting and sweating profusely. I left the house exactly one hour ago while the sun is still out, and now was almost dusk by the continuing changes of color of the sky, good chances are that I will make it before then the sun disappears. I slid out the back door without locking myself in my bedroom until the sounds from downstairs dimmed down, it worked every time. My father wanted nothing to do with me after that day, I was living here out of charity, I mean that was what he said, not the exact words but he meant it that way. I’m sure Cameron went out with some girl while my dad sat down on his favorite lounge chair to watch some sports game. I’m slowly advancing. My shirt is stuck to my back, my knees and shoes are muddy from the drizzle that fell earlier, I may have slipped and fallen several times, and my l
“Call Carla, tell her is urgent.” We have finally stopped moving. My body has been complaining from the moment he lifted me into his truck, the unevenness of the road, the most likely frantic manner he drove to get to wherever we were added to. I have been in and out of it. “Right away sir.” “Holyshitballs, you bruise like a peach Kennedy.” A warm hand holds my face, I try to open my eyes but they are so heavy. “What the hell happened? Who is this?” The panic in this unknown person's voice tells me everything I need to know about my current state of being. Chaos, words, and orders. People are being told to do this and that while I try not to pass out. A heated exchange of words starts and all I can do is lay there, waiting until someone remembers that I’m about to die from internal bleeding or pass out, or something. “Lord almighty!” A soft hand touches my forehead, this one very gently brushes
I woke up groggy; the pain drugs make me grumpy and hungry. This has to be what hells feels like. The pain is less now but I still can’t do anything by myself. I’m bathed and helped to get dressed. Food is brought to me. The hospital dismissed a concussion, I haven’t been able to do anything by myself. I have slept for two whole days, and now two more in a daze. I wake up and Carla helps me to the bathroom, she helps me get dressed, brushes my hair and puts me back into a freshly made bed. She helps me with the food and then forces me to take a new set painkillers that makes me sleepy and it starts all over again. I feel like I have lost months on this bed. Also, there’s Andreas, I learned he hates his name. Carla teases him or so she tells me. I learned a few things about him too, Carla talks too much but is not a bad thing, her voice is soothing and she warm, like a mother. I like her, the way she treats me and talks to me almost makes me feel good about myself. “Where’s the re
That shut me up. That shut me up good. That means that I have been sleeping on his bed for god knows how long, bathed in his bathroom. I didn’t even want to know where he slept while I was knocked out by the pin pills and other drugs that they kept feeding me. There was nothing that said this room belonged to someone. The furniture was minimal, enough to keep clothes but nothing more. No pictures, no paintings, no decorations. Either he took out anything that could have given away that he really is a person o this is just a resting stop. Also, also the thought of him bringing women to this bed made me a little panicky, their body fluids stuck to my skin. Hell, I’ve been soaking up on them for days. “Do you bring your women here?” He frowns but before he can say anything Carla storms into the room. “Only if he wants to get his ass whopped.” She balances what it looks like my lunch. “The only woman allowed in this house is me. And now you darling.” She places the tray lightly on my