“Let’s go, Mommy! It’s picnic time!” I cry, grasping her large hand with my small one. I tug on her arm, but find my feet sliding backward on the hardwood flooring. My mom chuckles and, grasping my hand, leads me out the front door while calling for my dad. His heavy footsteps follow behind us and I turn to see my dad shutting the door while carrying our basket of food that my mom prepared.
“Ready to go, Princess?” he asks me. I nod vigorously. “I can’t wait! We will have so much fun! We can go swimming and eat the food and play tag and making flower crowns and–” “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” My dad interrupts. “Slow down. How about we just plan on eating and going swimming? If we have time, we can also play tag.” “Okay, Daddy,” I sigh. I rarely get to go somewhere new, so I want to enjoy this opportunity as much as possible. My father’s large, warm hand grabs the hand that my mom isn’t holding and we walk into the woods together. The trees are beautiful and very tall. I marvel at how big they are before noticing the sound that floats around us. I listen closer and find that it sounds like laughter. I glance at each of my parents and confirm that they are the ones laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask, confused. “Your eyes were so wide,” my mom admits. “They looked so big on your small face that we couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s because I don’t normally see such big trees,” I pout, my cheeks warming. My parents chuckle again. As their laughter dies down, I feel a tug on both of my arms. My body follows the tug and I swing forward into the air. Giggling, I regain my footing. “Again!” My parents swing their arms forward and I follow. “Again!...Again!...Again!” I cry. By the time that my parents tire of swinging me, we have arrived at our destination. Before us lies a grassy field. Bordering the field is a lake. The blue of the lake contrasts beautifully with the white of the wildflowers that ruffle in the breeze. Giggling, I let go of my parents’ hands and run forward through the field. I take my time exploring the field. Crickets and other insects fly around me as I run, the vibration of my footsteps disturbing them. I stop at the shore of the lake, the cool water soothing my feet. Spotting an interesting pebble, I pick it up. The smooth stone is cool to the touch. Taking the pebble with me, I run back to my parents. “Mommy! Daddy! Look what I found!” I cry showing them my pebble. “That’s beautiful, dear. Now why don’t you sit down and eat with us?” my mom suggests. I plop down next to her on the blanket. “What’s for lunch?” I ask. “Sandwiches, cookies, and apples,” my dad tells me as he opens up the basket. “Your mom made you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, just the way you like it.” “Yummy! Thank you, Mommy!” I take my sandwich from my dad and bite into it. The peanut butter and grape flavors burst into my mouth. My mom smiles at me as she eats her own sandwich. “How about we play tag after lunch. Then we can go swimming to cool off,” she suggests. My father nods, “That is a great idea.” We continue eating in silence, enjoying the scenery. Finishing my sandwich, I ask, “Can I have a cookie, please?” My mom chuckles before reaching into the basket. “You may have a cookie after you eat your apple. You know the rules: no fruits or vegetables, no dessert.” I sigh and take the apple from her. The crisp flesh breaks against my teeth and I bite off a chunk. The juice spreads through my mouth as I chew and swallow. I like apples, but cookies are better. Bite by bite, I slowly eat my apple. My dad notices that I’m finished and takes the apple core from me before holding up two chocolate chip cookies. “Here you are. Don’t eat these too fast,” he warns. I thank him and take the cookies. They are perfectly chewy and melt in my mouth. I take small bites and savor every mouthful. My mom smiles while watching me and my dad chuckles. Licking my hands clean of melted chocolate, I stand up. “I’m done. Let’s go play!” I shout. My parents agree and stand up. We move closer to the middle of the field. “I’ll be ‘it’” my mom offers. “Okay!” I cry. “Come and get me!” I run off giggling. “I’m going to get you, you silly little girl,” my mom playfully threatens me. I giggle again and turn to run in a different direction. Glancing back, I see my mom running away from me to chase after my dad who runs in the opposite direction. Then, she turns back towards me. I run away, but am swept off the ground and into her arms. “Gotcha. Now you're ‘it’,” she says. I giggle. “I’m going to tag Daddy,” I tell her. She grins back at me. “That’s a great idea.” She sets me down on the ground and I take off running towards my dad. He sees me and starts running in the opposite direction. We are all giggling and running around when a harsh noise cuts through our fun. A growl, to be specific. My parents move to stand in front of me and I peek around their legs to see five wolves coming out of the woods on the far side of the field. The wolves move forward in a ‘V’ formation. The leader, a light brown wolf with brown eyes, lets out another growl. He steps forward, followed by two light brown wolves, a dark brown wolf, and a gray wolf. They all have matted fur and their snarls are feral. Their eyes seem to shine with a crazy light.My parents growl in response. “Shift,” my dad demands. The lead wolf shakes its head and steps forward again. My dad steps forward in response, shielding my mom and I. My mom turns to me and bends down to eye level. “Sweetheart, your father and I need you to run home. Don’t worry about us. We will return once we take care of these wolves, but we need you to stay safe,” she explains. “Can you do that for Mommy?” I nod. “Good. Now go ahead and run to the woods over there,” she instructed, pointing in the opposite direction of the wolves approaching us. “Your father and I love you very much. Please stay safe.” She kisses my cheek before standing up and turning to face the oncoming wolves once more. “I love you, too,” I tell both of them before running away as my mom instructed. My feet pound against the ground and my legs burn, but I don’t stop until I reach the tree line. I know that my mom told me to go home, but I didn’t want to leave them. Making a decision, I hide i
Beep. Beep. Beep……Beep. Beep. Beep. I jolt awake from the nightmare and lie still, letting my body relax. My face is still wet with tears and my heart is racing. I haven’t had this nightmare in a while. For several years after my parents died, I would wake up screaming and crying from the memory. The only reason I could think of that may have caused the memory to resurface was my graduation. I graduated college yesterday and couldn’t help but wish that my parents were with me. Thinking about them probably triggered the nightmare episode. After my dad died in my arms, I ran back to our house. I wasn’t able to bury my parents and that is something that I have always regretted. I continued my schooling at home and was able to get into my parents’ accounts and use the money. My parents had homeschooled me all of my life, so I simply continued my online classes. The only difference was that I no longer needed to take holidays as I had no one to celebrate with. I threw m
Beep. Beep. Beep. I groan. I hate my alarm clock so much. I roll out of bed and enter the bathroom. Time to get ready. I brush my hair and teeth before applying some light makeup. I am not a huge fan of make up, but a little can be nice. I apply some mascara and some eyeliner. Stepping into my closet, I contemplate what jewelry to wear with my outfit. I pull on the skirt, tank top, and blazer. I think a pair of earrings and a necklace would look good. Choosing a dark blue set to match the color of the tank top, I also grab a pair of black pumps. Once dressed, I go to the kitchen. I pull out the sandwich I made the day before and pack it into a lunch box, along with fruit, chips, and a water bottle. My shoes click along the hallway floor as I leave. I grab my purse and car keys from the hook on the wall where I keep them. I love my car. It is a blue sedan with a black leather interior. I slip into the driver's seat and place my lunch box and purse on the passenger’s seat. M
This was my routine for the rest of my internship. Danielle was very kind and trained me in all of the different aspects of the finance department. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to work on a project with the finance department as I was transferred to the management department after two months. Two months after that, four months into my internship, I was transferred once again to the operations department. Time has flown by and today is my last day at this internship. I am disappointed to be leaving but value the experience I have gained. I wave hello to Kayla, the receptionist, as I pass. She waves at me in response. I take the elevator up to the twelfth floor, where the operations offices are. The elevator dings before the doors slide open. I walk through the rows of cubicles until I reach mine in the back right corner of the room. I set my purse on my desk and pull my chair out, draping my coat over the back of it. “Good morning, Arielle,” my manager greets.
Knock. Knock. “Come in,” I call, looking up from the computer screen in front of me. The door to my office opens and my secretary, Jane, walks in. “Here is the information that you wanted regarding this evening’s client meeting,” she informs me as she sets the pile of papers on my desk. “Thank you, Jane,” I reply. She nods in response and I hear the door shut behind her. I rise from my chair and walk over to the large floor to ceiling window that makes up one wall of my office. I survey the city below, thinking back over what has happened these past couple of years. I worked under Claire as her assistant for a year. During that time, she took me under her wing and taught me how to be a good business woman. I went to client and project meetings with her. I spent hours helping her read through and review business proposals. I even spent two months traveling overseas with her. Claire and I developed a close relationship. I think of her as a mother in the same way th
Finished reminiscing, I turn from the window and walk back to my desk. My chair dips slightly under my weight before spinning to face my desk once more. I pick up the packet of papers that Jane left for me and review the day’s schedule printed on the top paper. Not much to do until this evening. I have some proposals to look over, a board meeting to attend, and end my day with a dinner meeting with a potential client. I put the top paper to the side and begin to read through the proposals underneath. Time passed quickly and I was soon on my way to my client meeting. We had agreed to meet at a local restaurant for dinner and discuss a joint project. Jane had offered to come with me to the meeting, but I decided to give her the night off. I watch through the window as my driver pulls the car up to the front of the restaurant. “We are here, Miss,” he informs me. “Thank you, Fred,” I reply. “You may leave once I am inside. Don’t worry about picking me up. I plan to call
I wait to see if the Alpha will be coming to speak with me today. After two hours have passed, I pull out my phone. My captors, for whatever reason, never took my purse from me. I check the cell reception. Zero bars. That’s not good. I can’t call Claire and let her know the situation. Hopefully, Jane remembers my instructions. When I first hired her, I told her that if I missed two days of work without letting her know, to contact Claire. I am left with no choice but to trust that she remembers. Time ticks by slowly, I am able to do some work on my phone but don’t want to deplete the battery too fast. When I’m not on my phone, I watch the seconds pass on my watch. At seven in the evening, a guard walks down the hallway and stops outside of my cell. “Here’s your food, Rogue,” he snarls, setting a plate on the ground. He kicks the plate through the bars and places a cup in the spot that the plate had vacated. “Enjoy your dinner.” He turns and walks away in the same direct
Blinking at the bright day light, I wiggle in my mate’s arms. After a struggle, I manage to squirm out of his arms and step away from him. He reaches for me, but I swat his hands away. “That’s enough. I let you carry me out, but I can walk the rest of the way,” I inform him. He lowers his hands and stares at me, looking conflicted. “Fine,” he agrees. “But if you stumble or lose your balance one more time, I will be carrying you.” During our argument, Claire and the men had exited the dungeon. Claire walked over to me and paused in front of me. “I need to go take care of some work soon,” she informs me. “I will have a discussion with Mr. Renost before I leave.” I nod to confirm that I understood what she said and focus on my feet. My brain is still fuzzy and walking steadily is difficult, but I don’t want to be carried. I carefully place one foot in front of the other. One. Two. Three. I count my steps. On number eight I stumble. I go to take step number nine, think