"I already told you it was not going to end up well, what were you think Tom?" Cynthia yelled as she pressed the swab filled with spirit on his lip."He wasn't thinking, that was what." Aunt Delilah said, "That hottie should have bashed your head in.""Aunt!" Florence said in warning. She had been so disappointed in her son. She couldn't imagine how he would do such a thing."You all don't understand me. It's tough being the only male in a household of women. She played me. Told me she didn't like it when she was touched and there she was allowing that creep to touch her all over. She fooled all of us!" He continued to struggle which made Cynthia pressed the wool down on his lips."Ouch! Are you here to help me or hurt me?" He asked, pushing the swab away."If I could just smash your head in I would. All this time I have been thinking that you were a good candidate for my friend. That she

As I got inside, I heard grandma singing along to Glenn Miller's 'always In my heart.'Her beautiful voice blending perfectly with Glenn's. I normally would have gone to the Kitchen, hopping on the counter as I munched on an apple, telling her about my day.But for the first time, I didn't seek her presence, neither did I want to talk to her. I had forgotten our screen door was an alarm on its own."Hey! Vero! Is that you?" She called out, and despite my mood, I knew I couldn't avoid her and go to my room, so I moved into the kitchen."Good afternoon Grandma." I greeted and walked to the fridge to get myself water to drink. My throat was parched from all the crying I did In school after I walked out of the cafeteria. I wondered if my eyes were red too."I didn't hear your car. Didn't you bring it home?" She asked as she sliced onions. Luckily, I was far away from her, so my eyes didn't sting even thou

Sometimes we break hearts not to break hearts, but then we end up with the same pain. Maybe one pain could be slightly greater than the other....Hunter The air was filled with the slightly creepy and sterile scent, that seemed to never stop plaguing hospitals. It was one of the reasons I disliked coming to hospitals so much. They practically had to drag me for checkups. Being in a hospital always seemed to act like a constant remainder of how fickle life could be. One moment you're alive and well, the next you could be confined to a bed, fighting for the right to live. With nothing to do, I stared blankly at the flat screen tv, placed at the topmost corner on the right of where I sat. The images passed quickly but I wasn't paying any attention to it. Since we got to the hospital, I hadn't gotten any news from anyone. And Grace, unable to stand me, had removed herself to wherever it was she felt would better save her from seeing

Veronica It had been over an hour since I left the hospital. My confrontation with Hunter made me feel a little off-kilter and I tried my best to prevent the feeling eroding my peace of mind. I could have gone home straight but I didn't as I knew it would be me and Louise for company. I loved that cat, but I didn't need his meows demanding I do what he wanted. If he wasn't careful I wouldn't think twice about giving him up or taking him to the nearest shelter. The fact that I was thinking that way, only proved how angry and frustrated I was. What was there in telling me about his parents? I wondered. Okay, so maybe-just maybe, I hadn't been forthcoming with truths about my family situation, as I avoided mentioning them or making reference to them, at least I didn't make him feel not trusted, or whatever he felt that made him unable to speak to me about his folks. The thought to go back and challenge him almost made me stand up from the

Jameson had just taken his first sip of his coffee when his wife, Betty, came in. He watched her and noticed she was avoiding looking in him the eye, something that she only did whenever she had done something he wouldn't like. Knowing what was coming, he fortified his mind to be prepared for whatever shocking thing she would say to him that might offend him. She took the pot of coffee he had made and poured some intoghe dainty tea cup she preferred, putting no sugar but drowning the coffee in milk. He shook his head gently at her longstanding absurdity while a smile played at the corner of his lips. Since he was resting on a side of the counter, she took the opposite side directly in front of him. Jameson banished worry from his mind when he saw she didn't speak, instead she had her eyes glued to the cup of coffee she was holding.        "What did you do now?" He asked finally when she didn't speak. "Come on, tell me. I promise to be benevolent and take