ROBERT AND CARLY Carly and her father walked through the front door of their home, coffee drinks in their hands, in mid conversation. Robert laughed, as he held the door open for his only daughter, who talked about the cute cashier who seemed to be flirting with him. "I'm trying to tell you dad, she's into you. Why else would she always add an extra splash of Vanilla and extra whipped cream, without charging you, like she's supposed to." "She was being nice," he answered, closing and locking the door. Carly made her way into the living room, sitting on the couch, with that bright smile of hers still on display. Robert sat in a comfy one-person chair to the right of her, taking notice of the happiness she was showing. It was strange to him, he thought she would be on edge for a while, scared and keeping to herself, but she wasn't. She was being just the opposite. "You know, I think I should pull you out of school more often, just so we can have these moments." "Yeah right," she
THE MEIR FAMILY "How was your day?" Ella asked Damon, as he threw himself on to the couch, setting his bag down on the floor, in the usual spot. He let out a yawn, before answering. "It was good." "How about your client? How is she?" Ella didn't know too much about Kahlan. She knew that she had lost family members, but that was about it. "She's fine. I think she may be getting better." "That's good." He stood up, stretching. Ella watched him intently. "I'm so tired." Another yawn took place. "I didn't get much sleep last night." "Why not?" Ella questioned. He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess there is just too much going on in my mind." Just like that, his mind went back to Kahlan. She was starting to take over his every thought. He flashed back to their secret moment, and it was like he could feel all the hair on his body stand up. That was the feeling that he was trying to chase away. "I'm going to take a nap." "Do you want to eat dinner first?" She asked.
THE TWINS Mya used the oven mittens to hold on to a glass pan of green bean casserole; her favorite dish. She made her way from the kitchen, through the swinging door to the dining room, setting it in the middle of the table. She smiled, looking forward to dinner. She glanced around the room, seeing nothing but empty chairs. Unfortunately, this would be a meal that she would enjoy on her own. Paul, her father, was working and Amy was on a date with her official boyfriend Jason. Mya took off the gloves and apron, setting them in the chair beside her. She used a large wooden spoon to scoop it into a bowl and then she took a seat. And she quietly ate, alone. "I had a good time tonight," Amy stated, using both of her hands to clasp on to Jason's large arm. He smiled. It was a simple date for him, but to her this was her first official date. Not with Jason, but with anyone. It was just dinner and a movie. Typical. Still, it made her happy that Jason had chosen her. "I'm glad," he sa
KAHLAN AND DAMON I stood at the sliding door, looking out at the backyard through the thick glass, still not wanting to face Damon. How could he be so careless and leave my personal file out, lying around where anyone could get a hold of it. "Do you believe me?" I heard him ask. I turned around. "Yes." I answered. He walked closer. "I am so sorry for my sister. I don't know what's wrong with her---."I put my hand up, cutting him off. He stared. "As long as you don't think those things about me...because there is nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed, or emotionally unstable." He stared, shaking his head. "Yes. I know that now. It's different. I think you are a strong beautiful woman, amazing. I love the way you embrace life and your sarcastic way. I love that you're stubborn and I believe that you can take care of yourself mentally and emotionally. You're great--- you're independent." I stared at him, as all of this seemed to come pouring out of his mouth. "Is t
KAHLAN AND DAMON "Brrring. Brrring. Brrring." My house phone rang off the hook. I pulled away from Damon's lips. I was lying on top of him, legs on either side of him. One of his large hands rested on my thigh, while the other one played with my hair. His eyes flung open. I eyed the phone, which was on the side table behind his head. "No." That was his only response as he pulled me back down, his lips touching mine. The ringing stopped and once again, I allowed myself to get lost. He was a good kisser. It felt like he could melt all my problems away. Then I heard a soft humming sound that seemed to grow louder and louder. It was my cell on the coffee table. "Let it ring," he said, breaking away for just a moment. I chuckled against his medium sized lips. The humming sound continued. "I can't," I spoke, sitting up on top of him. He let out a groan as he shifted underneath me. I grabbed the phone, putting it to my ear. I already knew who it was. "Hey Tina." He smiled. I looked d
ROBERT AND CARLY Carly packed a bag with two weeks' worth of clothes. Her father had walked into her bedroom, eyes on her. She seemed to be moving at a quick pace. "What are you doing?" He questioned, his posture nice and tall. "I want to be packed and ready to go with Kahlan when you leave." He stared at her, giving her a smile. "So, you're staying with Kahlan?" She stared at him, not understanding why that made him so happy. Maybe he just wanted to be sure that she was somewhere safe while he was gone. "Yes. That's what you said." He gave a nod. "Good." She went back to packing. He stood there watching. Something was off. "You're not still mad at me are you?" She shook her head. "No dad," she responded. "I just don't want to stay in this house alone for a long period of time." He stared. God, he felt so guilty. What would his wife say? What kind of father jumps up and leaves after his daughter had been attacked? He just wanted to take care of her now and in her f
SANDINO AND BROOKE Brooke saw Sandino making his way through the mildly crowded halls and out to the parking lot after the final bell of the day rang. She wondered if she should walk up to him and say something about him leaving her all by herself last night. She couldn't help but to feel bad and rejected. What was wrong? Could she and Sandino really work through this? She swallowed all the negativity and rushed to his side. "Hey," she caught his attention. "I've been calling you." Sandino glanced over at her. He knew that, he just didn't know what to say. First, he had come clean about what he was really feeling, about the mental picture in his head. Second, he went off and saw Kahlan, kissing her, which he wanted no one to find out about. "Yeah I know, I was just trying to figure some things out." Brooke stared. What kind of excuse was that? "I'm sorry, but the night that we decided to get back together you said you had figured everything out." Sandino glanced over once mo
RYAN Ryan sat in solitary, waiting for dinner to be served. He liked it better down in the basement, cut off from other inmates. He liked being in the dark, alone. It was easy for him to collect his thoughts and think of Kahlan Mercer. "God, she is beautiful," he said aloud, thinking of the first time he saw her. She was wearing jeans and a rather long black top. Her hair was blowing all over the place. The weather that day was windy and rain was set to come. She was a vision as she ran across the schoolyard towards the main entrance of the building. He had disregarded the fact that she was holding on to some other mans hand. At that time, he didn't care, because he knew they would be together. Everything made sense then. Now that he was in here and she was out there, everything felt messy. Things needed to be restored to their natural order. There was light pouring into the cell, interrupting Ryan's vision. "Are you talking to yourself again?" Ryan slowly turned his head towards