CHAPTER TWENTY
ALEX'S POV
"Stop or I will kill myself," Star shoutedIvy stood up from on top of me and faced Star. I stood up and was dumbfounded with how Star had changed with the presence of the blood moon so as Ivy, she didn't say a word but was just looking at her, you could see how surprised she was on her face. The wind blew, snatching at her hair, she looked like some kind of spectral being risen from the ashes. She was beautiful and her breath is taken. Her eyes were a different shade of Dark orange mixed with a violet color. She held the knife close to her stomach.
I broke out of my trance and took measurable steps towards her"Star, please put the knife down."
She held the knife closer to her stomach "don't come close to me. "
Ivy rolled her eyes and took a step closer"always dramatic, hand me, knife kid. "
"Don't take another step. " Star warned.
"Star, please you have to put the knife d
JOSIE"Honey, breakfast is ready" Dad is calling from downstairs. Good old Dad. He's made breakfast already. The sweet smell of pancakes and waffles float upstairs to my bedroom. My tummy growls."Boy, sounds like a thousand hungry lions are in there." I tap my tummy lightly for silence"Josie. Honey. Breakfast!" Dad calls again, voice laden with impatience."Be down in a bit Dad. Gotta fix me up a bit." I reply even as I jump out of bed. I stretch my thick body and run my hands through my hair. Boy, it's so thick, gotta stop by the saloon one of these days. I have always been lucky with my hair, it's rich and thick the only way a typical Navajo can have it. I love to consider my dark long hair as one of the lucky traits I got from Mom. I look a lot like my l
This announcement is met by absolute silence from the class. I am shocked. Greek god is our new teacher. WTF??? This guy is so young, not more than thirty I reckon. He's freaking hot too.Who sent this dude down here? My thoughts are wandering when Stacey taps my hand lightly in an effort to call my attention back to the room. Apparently, my mates have been introducing themselves to Mr. Winchester while I was still in Wonderland. I look up to find him looking down at me. His eyes are the same deep shade of brown as his hair. They are intensely cold and distant, that chilly gaze was fixed on my face. The words catch in my throat as my tongue suddenly goes limp in my mouth."Well the class is waiting, Miss..." Those eyes hold me transfixed. It seems he has a sharp tongue too."Jo- J
JOSIESchool is out and Stacey offered to drop me off at work. I know she's doing this not because she's such a nice person. We both know my friend isn't one for niceties. She eats lunch at Patty's. I guess she figured she could get an extra cup of a milkshake if she saves me the ten minutes’ walk.We are standing beside Stacey's truck she prefers to call 'Reddie'. It is an old beat-up truck that belonged to Frankie as a present for his sixteenth birthday. Well, that was years before I came to Kansas.Reddie is in bad form today and has refused to start. Stacey has this toolbox she takes around with her. It contains all she needs to fix the truck whenever it is in one of it's moods such as today. I stand by and watch her get down to fixing it. God-knows-what's in the bonnet.
The smile that spreads across my face is genuine for the first time in a long while."Hey man!" Stan bellows. "Wanna spill some paint?""Let's do it." Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I can already feel the pleasure of holding a paintbrush in my hand.The smell of a long-lasting friendship hangs thickly in the air.*. *. *I am tied to one of the dining chairs in the room. Randy is sitting on an empty beer crate before me, a can of beer in hand. The ropes cut deep into my wrists and I cry out in pain. Randy laughs at me. His face is a contorted mask of delig
DANIELJosie had just introduced me to the talkative old lady when she began to talk about Jeremy's nephew being in town. Obviously Riverside isn't aware of who I am or who Mama was either. The papers must have really done a number five years ago.I am blinded with rage by the time I pull up in my driveway. I am thought to be a demon. I had left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving Josie and Patty confused. I haven't been this mad since I left Florida."I would only be the ruin of her." I tell myself about Josie. She's young and pretty and would soon be leaving high school. Bringing my cursed self into her life would cause her nothing but pain. Just when I thought I finally belong somewhere, the ugly past comes rearing its head. I am determined not to see Josie again to save her the pain and
Thinking about her makes me want to see her. I push away the thought." I don't need the girl. I don't worth her. " I say silently." What girl? " Trace asks. I must have said that aloud.My face goes red with embarrassment and I laugh nervously to hide it."Aww, Trace, nobody. There is no girl. "Trace looks at me with that cynical look of hers. I am convinced the lady is a mind reader. She laughs mockingly at me and sluggishly push her pregnant body away from the studio. I am left alone with Stan." I painted that during the one week I spent in Florida some years back" Stan says pointing to a watercolor hanging on the wall." It's be
Prom Night"Ann, Ann is that you? " Dad asked playfully upon seeing me in my mother's prom dress."No dad. It's Josie" I reply smiling" You look so much like her on that blessed night. " Dad walks up the short flight of stairs to me." Princessa, you know she's proud of you wherever she is right? " he asks taking my slender wrist in his large hand."I know. "" Good girl. So, what are you gonna do? "" Make her proud, Dad. " I reply. This has been our thing since mom died: Dad reminding me of how great I was and how mom expects me to make her proud from the great beyond. I know Dad wants me to be the perfect daughter, he's so scared o
JOSIESitting out here with Daniel is cool. I shock myself by using his first name. I feel like I have known him forever. While we talk, I can't see the clouds anymore in his eyes. His brown eyes are warm and friendly. They make me think about puppies."Josie" He calls. His voice is very small, yet deep. I look up to see him fidgety."Done the couple dance thing before? "" Uhm, no why? " I ask, genuinely surprised."Come. " He says, standing up to his feet. He stretches his hand towards mine. I think it's the timbre in his voice that does it. It calls me to him, it's beyond the simple command. It reaches out to my soul. I stand to my feet." Do you like the Judds? " he asks, wrap