I dare not watch as Rory attempts to pin down the man. I shuffle up the stairs toward the knife, which is shining there. Upon hearing the approaching police sirens, I look up to see Rory on top of the man, pounding him. Blood is splattered everywhere, and it's unclear whether it's Rory's or the other man's.I haven't even had time to take in my surroundings before a police officer starts shouting at me. Can I check on you? Do you have any wounds?It's just fine, I keep repeating to myself. Upon being helped to my feet, I discovered my leg was bleeding; I must have caught it on something during my fall. The man is handcuffed, and a cop has his knee in Rory's back as they lie on the ground. "Rory! Is he alright? When the police arrive, I yell at them. I next turn my attention to the vehicle in which Lucas is riding. I hoped he hadn't seen anything when it took me to place him in the car till the police arrived (which felt like an eternity). He's sleeping when I arrive at the car, so I
In the third year..............It's the middle of July, and Rory and I have just gotten married on our land. The morning was beautiful, with the summer sun shining brightly, and the breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers from the fields all about us. The evening's marquee and food preparations are lovely. The tables have been decorated with green and white flowers to bring the outdoors inside. The tent's thin planted trees provide the impression that you're still outdoors. It's better than my wildest expectations.Kerry exclaims, "Oh my my, what a lovely wedding," although she is currently in her own "wedding mood" after recently becoming engaged to her fiancé of two years, Liam. We all agree that the two belong together because they are so cute. Kerry could not have found a better match for herself. He is hilarious, kind, and forthright. Since he and Rory are such good friends, they can share a pint at the end of a fantastic double date.Saika, whose daughter Lilly is running aro
Darcy Matthews was known for being a tough party girl in the past. After a night of drinking too much Prosecco, the woman, now 26 years old and a mother, became paralyzed.I couldn't remember the last time drinking made me feel this awful; my mouth was dry, my head was pounding, and I was positive that I'd had some stroke while sleeping. To add insult to injury, I couldn't recall how I got home. What the hell? I wasn't even home! I slowly opened my eyes to survey the damage, and to my relief, I saw that I was in my living room; I wasn't in my bed, but I was at home. I was spread down on the rug by the fire, and although the rug was comfortable, it would cause me problems with my back in the future. As I struggled to keep my eyes open, I noticed that Kerry appeared to be lifeless while she was sitting on my sofa.My voice was so raspy that I couldn't even recognize it when I mumbled, "Kerry.""KERRY." Oh, sh*t, maybe she's already passed away!I didn't have the strength to get up and c
I spent the day with Lucas. I was filled with mom guilt since it was my final full day with him, and I spent it popping paracetamol and urging him to calm down. I regretted drinking so much the night before, and I felt like I was drowning in it."Do you want to go to the park with me?" As we played catch for the nine hundredth time, I asked him the question. His adorable smile spread over his face as he dashed off to get his shoes. I sent Saika a message to see how she was doing and to find out if she was interested in getting some exercise and being outside. Since none of my other friends had children, Lucas' only opportunity to interact with another child was through Saika's dog, Rufus."Holy hell, how are you even managing to stand?" When Saika came up behind me as I sat on the park seat, she asked what I was wearing. I told her I had just put on ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and my Ray-Bans. It was one of those instances in which you thought you looked fabulous, but, in reality, others
As soon as I stepped into the renovated barn, I was shocked. It was up to date and very tidy. I walked back out to the car to carry some things in, and while I did so, I sought the cranky farmer. Since he appeared to be of an age that prevented him from being the farmer himself, I concluded he was a farmhand of some type. In addition, the farmer was aware that we were going to arrive, and he was also aware that we were going to evaluate his property, so I assumed that he won't be as impolite to us when we first met him. When looking for a job, I researched and found out about this farm. It was a long-established and reputable farm that had won numerous honors for its products and maintained good standards for its animals. The farm was not known to have ever failed an inspection.Kerry continued to whine as she pulled her large luggage inside the building while muttering, "I can't believe that jackass didn't offer to assist with the baggage." "I will be submitting a scathing review for
Beep, beep, beep, beep, When I opened my eyes, I believed I was dreaming, but as soon as I did, I realized that the loud droning of a horn was still in my ears."What the heck is going on?"I managed to pull myself up and check the clock; it was five in the morning. I staggered to the window, where I could hardly keep my eyes open when I saw him. It appeared like the guy was sitting on a tractor and making as much noise as he could manage. How immature of him! Little did he know that I wasn't bothered by noise since I had a child who was two years old, and so I was an expert at tuning out distractions. I got up and returned to bed, where I promptly slept off again until the alarm woke me up at 7:30."Did it dawn on you this morning what I was trying to tell you at the crack of dawn?" As I walked into the kitchen, Kerry questioned me. She was sipping slowly from a huge mug of coffee as she sat there.I chuckled and said, "The moral of the tale is that you should never fuck with a farme
When I answered it, it was Kiran on the other end. I quietly left the rowdy pub to take it with me and went outside."Hi," I said, sounding as unassuming as I could manage. I secretly hoped that my guilt at envisioning another man wouldn't be obvious to everyone else. "How is the newborn doing?""He's doing well and had a productive day at the nursery. I was in bed by seven, so you didn't really miss out on anything.""Aw, I really do miss him. Tomorrow night, I'm going to make an effort to call and tell him a tale before bed. Because my workplace had recently arranged for some networking drinks to take place tonight, I am obliged to go with all of the most eligible farmers in Edinburgh. There is no response. What exactly was the matter with my husband?He was unharmed until he eventually uttered, "Sounds like hell." "I will let you proceed with the rest of your evening then. Remember that you're supposed to work, so don't go too wild.""What exactly are you trying to say with that?"
I open my eyes and have no idea where I am, but I do know that I am not in my own house, and within moments, the events of the previous evening flood back into my mind. The potential harm I may have caused sends shivers through my body. In addition to the fact that I am still wearing my top, my lower half also appears to be whole. The question is whether I dare turn back and see my current location. And what I am doing here, or who I am with.With trepidation, I tilt my head away from the wall, but all I can see is a cozy bed and a wall. There's a glass of orange juice next to my bed and dark navy sheets that smell like Rory when I flip over. When the thought occurs to me, "What if it's poisoned?" I sit up and drink the juice in one sitting. He may lock me up in a farmhouse and beat the soles of my feet into submission, like in the movie "Misery." I return the remaining liquid to its place and step back onto the hardwood floor. Our room's window looks out into the barn where we're st