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“Bossman, why you here, man” Marcus asked as he spotted me walking into the shop. “Why not? If I don’t come, you guys might get into trouble and burn this place down” I said in a teasing way. “Ha ha, not even, you really helped all of us out, so we owe you. There is no way we would intentionally let you down” Marcus said leaning against the car he was working on. “I know. How’s it going here” I asked. “Oh, you know, can’t complain. Business is good. Customers keep coming in and we keep doing what we gotta do” Marcus said. These guys know their stuff when it comes to fixing cars. “That’s good. Well, I’ll be in the office” I said and went upstairs. I opened my own service station a few years ago. In addition to gas, I also have mechanics in house to fix cars. The guys I hire are those who are down on their luck and need a helping hand. I didn’t intentionally make my business this way it just became like this. They are a good bunch of guys, rough guys, but still good guys. As I just sat down my phone starts ringing. I look at the caller ID. It’s Lara. My excitement was ridiculous. And my face couldn’t not smile. I answered the phone with “Lara you're still awake.” “Hi, yes, I was just thinking if I should text you or call. I decided to call, but now that I think about it you said you were just about to start work. I’m sorry. I didn’t really think before I called” she said sounding apologetic. “Lara, it’s ok. I’m just looking over some paperwork for the company. Basically, busying myself” I said. “Oh, you work in the office and do administrative stuff” she asked me. “Well, yes. I own the business.” I said a little sheepishly. “Oh, that’s fine. But then you probably really don’t have much time to talk then” she said. “I’ll make time for you” I rebutted. “Um, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you Thursday. Have a good day” she said a little rushed then disconnected the phone call. “Lara I….” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before the call was disconnected. So, I sent her a TEXT Orion: "You were not bothering me. Please call me when you wake up. Sweet dreams." I sighed long and loud. Bing TEXT Lara: "I will. Thank you!" “What’s wrong with your face,” Colin asked with a smirk as he was standing in the doorway. “What’s wrong with your eyes” I replied a little irritated. “Ohhhh, bossman, you in a bad mood now” Colin asked. “No, not really. What’s up” I asked. “I was just going to ask if I can bring a date on Thursday” Colin asked. “Sure” I replied. “Should we bring anything” he asked. “Nope. Just come” I said. “Alright” he stated as he walked away.
The day was not very eventful. Which is good because that means everything was running smoothly. At least for now. Calling it a day I start packing up. As I was walking down the stairs, I heard that the doors were being closed by Marcus. “How’d today go” I asked him and continued to walk out of the shop for him to lock and set alarm. “Ok. We had to order a part, but it won’t be in until tomorrow, other than that, business as usual” he supplied. “Alright. Have a good night. See you tomorrow” I said and walked to my car. Just when I was about to get into my car, my phone binged with an incoming text. After getting in and starting the engine, I grabbed my phone to see the text notification and saw an unexpected phone number. I didn't want to deal with this drama, so I called Crown instead. "What's up" Crown said in greeting. The background was a bit noisy, but I couldn't make out where he was. "What you doing? Let's do dinner" I asked. "Sure, I'll pick something up and head over to your place" Crown responded. "Sounds good" then the call was disconnected. I tossed my phone to the passenger’s seat, then drove out of the parking lot heading for home. While I was driving my thoughts returned back to that unexpected message. It's been so long, why now? I started to have a bad feeling, but I'm not sure why. The past is making its way back and I really don't want to face it. If this is the path I am supposed to be on, then I guess I better face it. The past came rushing back to me to the day that changed me to who I am today. I'm not ashamed of what I did, but there could have been a better way to handle things. I shook my head to let go of all memories. When I got home, I went straight to take a shower. I didn't need to wait for Crown; he can just let himself in.
The warm water of the shower calmed my nerves. The past needs to stay in the past. After that thought, I washed myself, got out, then got dressed. I heard someone rummaging in the kitchen. Crown must be here I thought. I walked down the hall and went into the kitchen. "Hey man, I bought Boston Market, choose one" he said while he was opening both food containers that he placed on the kitchen table. One container was meatloaf with various sides and cornbread, and the other was filled with chicken with various sides and cornbread. Instead of taking one already made container, I traded some meatloaf and chicken so we both had meatloaf and chicken. I then walked to the refrigerator and grabbed both of us a bottle of water, then we sat at the kitchen table. While we were eating, the most we talked was about work. Nothing special. The food was really good and hit the spot. After we finished eating, we cleaned up and sat on the couch. "So, what's up" Crown asked as he stretched out. "Someone from the past hit me up today" I replied. "Who" Crown asked curiously. I pressed my lips together into a thin line cause I wasn't sure how to say this. Instead of saying anything I took out my phone, pulled up the message, and showed Crown. Crown took the phone out of my hands and looked at the number first, then read the message. "Holy fuck man, what is this" he asked. "Man, I don't know. The phone number is obviously familiar, but the message is cryptic" I said. "Did you respond" he asked. I shook my head side to side. "I didn't know what to say and it pisses me off to get this message" I said with anger in my voice. "What you going to do" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders up. There was no ideas that came into my head. It would be easy to just ignore the message, but the sender would continue to pester me. "Do you need help" Crown asked. "Not now. Maybe it's just nothing" I said not believing that for a second. I grabbed my phone and looked at the message again trying to think of how to approach this. Just then another message comes through from the same number saying 2 words. I stared at the words having mixed feelings about the sender. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing" Crown asked after a while. "Man, I don't know" I said. And I really didn't know what I was going to do. I looked at my phone again wondering what would come next. These 2 words could mean anything.
Mr. GreenBlue appeared gradually. Dark at first. Then lighter. Layers of color moving into one another like ocean water changing with depth. Familiar. Fluid. Soft. Calming. There were no walls here. No hard edges. Nothing requiring resistance. Meditation had always been this way. I let myself sink farther. My thoughts returned to Hunter. Then the woman. The blue shifted. I waited.Green appeared beneath it. Murky. Brown followed. Then black. I opened my eyes. The woman remained asleep several feet away. Hunter's adjoining door remained open. Nothing in the room had changed. I closed my eyes again. Blue. Green. Brown. Black.“What the hell,” I said to myself.The colors continued bleeding into one another. I concentrated. The movement stopped. That was unusual. I reached toward it. My fingers met with resistance. I pulled my hand back. There shouldn't have been anything to touch. I tried again. The surface gave slightly beneath my fingers. Soft. Almost gelatinous. I pressed. It thicke
JohannaI couldn't sleep.Apparently, moving from a hospital to one of my father's secret houses in the middle of nowhere wasn't enough to exhaust me.Neither was whatever had happened earlier.I didn't know exactly what happened. I knew there had been shouting, people moving quickly through the house, and enough security activity outside to tell me something had definitely happened.No one had come to explain it.Which, considering my father, wasn't particularly surprising.If someone was trying to kill me, I assumed he'd eventually mention it.Probably after he'd handled it.I stood near the window and looked outside.Purple Gardens was beautiful at night.Flowers, trees, stone paths, perfectly maintained lawns. Someone had spent an obscene amount of money trying to convince nature to behave.Tonight, however, security guards kept walking through it.Flashlights moved between the trees.Another beam swept across the lawn.Then another.I watched them for a while.The hidden beams of
The WomanThe house was quiet again. Cozy. Warm. Sleep was coming over me. I walked into the library and headed toward the couch. Something moved outside the window.Black. My body stopped. A man. Black clothes. Black holster. Dark shape against darker glass.Then, A corridor. Black clothes. A hand around my arm. “Move,” a man said with his weapon poking into the side of my body. ”You don't speak unless you're spoken to.”Fear came over me. The man saw me. His hand moved toward his radio. I moved first. The blade left my hand. His head snapped sideways. It missed his eye by less than an inch. Blood started dripping down his face. "What the—." I was already on him.Hunter"Contact—east residence—,"the radio transmission crackled. The security officer responded but I was already running towards the library. By the time I reached the house, I could hear thumping and grunts. Then glass shattered. Another impact. I knew what was happening before I reached the library. I still wasn't prepar
Mr. GreenThe house was finally quiet. No whispered arguments. No doctor repeatedly checking her temperature. No Hunter asking the same question in six different ways. No Taryn answering him with progressively less patience. The woman was sleeping. Her fever had continued to decline, eventually settling at a level the doctor considered manageable. He'd left instructions, medication and a number to call if anything changed. Hunter had listened to every word. Twice. Then repeated most of it back to him. I'd considered asking the doctor to sedate Hunter. Instead, I'd left. I sat in the smaller study across the hall from the library, a book open in front of me. I hadn't turned the page in several minutes. The house felt different with people in it. I'd spent considerable time here alone over the years. That had been intentional.The east residence wasn't designed for entertaining. It wasn't used for meetings. Business rarely crossed its threshold.There were reasons for that. Tonight, the
Hunter“Go make soup, Hunter,” I mocked Mr. Green. I’ll prove to you I can contribute to helping her get well. I searched the cabinets for what I needed. Taryn ordered herbs that wasn’t present in this residence from the substantially bigger residence. I put finely chopped veggies into the pot with boiling water. Added herbs as I was instructed when enslaved by the group. The smell hit first. Strong. Bitter. Familiar. I hadn't made it in years. I hadn't needed to.I remembered she made me drink it when she almost killed me at the house she was assigned to. Gosh, that seemed so long ago. The Group used it whenever somebody got sick. Nobody cared what it tasted like. The point was to get you functional again."That smells terrible,” I heard and looked over my shoulder. Mr. Green stood in the doorway."Medicinal soup," I stated. His expression remained unchanged."I was being facetious." "Should've specified," I answered. Taryn walked past him and looked into the pot. "That is unfortunat
The WomanEveryone was talking because I could see their mouths moving. I stopped trying to listen. The doctor had said something about my temperature. Taryn had responded. Hunter had asked another question. Mr. Green had answered him. Or maybe the doctor. I wasn't sure. It didn't matter. I was tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep usually fixed. My arm throbbed beneath the fresh bandage. My head felt heavy, and every movement around me seemed to demand attention. A door closed. Footsteps, everywhere. Someone set something on a counter. A vehicle moved along the drive. Voices. Shoes. Doors. Water running. Too much. I stood. Hunter immediately looked at me."Where are you going?"I didn't answer. I wasn't sure. I just needed somewhere else. Somewhere quiet. I walked without a destination."Hey!" Hunter followed. I heard Taryn say something behind us. Then Mr. Green. I kept walking. Being outside made whatever was happening to me feel grounded. The air moved differently. I followed a
BreakupEarly morning in Lara’s apartment. She decided to break up with Nathaniel. To Lara it seems to be the best choice. She wanted to be in a loving, trusting, comfortable relationship, but this. This thing between her and Nathaniel isn’t what she thought a relationship should be. “I don’t see
Upon waking I took a shower and got ready for work, I decided to text Orion. TEXT: Lara: Good Evening! After sending the text I was wondering what I wanted to eat. The thing is, I never know what I want to eat. Basically, it’s never fun or fulfilling to cook for myself. It feels lonely. So, I
LaraI’m starting to get to know my way around the hospital. Being in a new environment is exciting, but patients are still the same. It’s a good thing that I like what I do. Even though I only draw blood from these patients, it makes me feel that I am helping in some way. A very small way. Eve
LaraAs I watched Eliza walking out I kind of felt uncomfortable. Bring on the social awkwardness. No matter how old I am, I will always be this. “Do you want dessert” Orion asked. “Um, no thank you” I responded. I looked at the table and most of the food was gone. I really wanted to have desse







