Shawn Long Way Down Novels & Stories

I finally let Hendrix win as I watch Willow walk to the Barracks. “It’s about damn time!” he mocks. “Welcome back to reality, my friend, we’ve been expecting you.” Is she, like, my girlfriend now? I haven’t had a girlfriend in so long… “She’s our mate,” Hendrix growls. “HOLDENNNN!” Father’s voice invades my head. Shit.

"Ian Sadler, the anesthesiologist during your surgery." I hurriedly asked whether he heard me. Sasha merely gave me a look, which was enough to explain everything. I silently cursed, accidentally tugging on my sutures in my agitation. I cried for Sasha to give me painkillers. Sasha pushed the baby to me and asked whether I had a name for it. I thought about it for a long time, ultimately settling on Neo Gray. Neo represented a new beginning, which was what I wanted. "His name will be Neo Gray."

I couldn't buy a bottle of water, couldn't call a ride, couldn't even prove who I was. The strength drained from my legs. The weight of it all, the night, the escape, the crushing oversight of my own life, became too much to bear. I sat down, right there in the grimy pavement of the street, my back against the cold brick wall. The tears didn't come; it was a numbness deeper than despair. How could I have let this thing overtake my entire world? Just then, a sleek, silent taxi, a driverless pod of polished black metal, pulled up to the curb beside me. Its door slid open with a hushed, expensive sigh. A disembodied, pleasant voice emanated from within. "Taxi for Angelina O'Shea."

My breaths tear out of me in ragged fragments, too fast on the exhale, too shallow on the inhale. I can’t breathe. Not properly. Not yet. The first sob is quiet, muffled against the curve of his shoulder. A soft, almost inaudible wail. The next shreds me a little more. Wet, jagged, and sticky like Nathan crying alone in the dark.

"Is Mr. Shaw not doing well?" I nodded, my throat choking with emotion. Aiden did not ask any more questions. He simply took his phone out of his pocket. "Give me the payment slip." "Aiden, no need..." "Give it to me." He scanned the barcode on the slip and paid 50,000 dollars. "Consider this a personal loan to you. Don't worry about paying it back right away. The foundation has an aid program for advanced stomach cancer patients. I'll submit your application this afternoon. Don't be afraid. I'm here for you."

Jackson only stayed a short while before leaving in a hurry. An hour later, Lumina's phone vibrated as it promoted today's trending topic. She looked at it, and she instantly started to shake with rage. It was the video from two days ago in the abandoned warehouse, showing her being forced to swallow cigarettes and sand. The title read: "So Satisfying! The Bully Gets Bullied Back!" In just one hour, the video had millions of views and countless comments. "Heard she's the bully who lured the Agriculture University's most beautiful girl to the roof and pushed her off three years ago!"

I could see it now: he was not worth it. I straightened my face and cleared my throat, trying to keep the sadness out, and dropped the bomb. “It has nothing to do with us. I am here to represent my family. We want to cut ties with you. We are not partners anymore, and we will stop offering you any protection all at once.” Dead silence. “By the way, stop with the midnight slot porno. It sucks.” On my way out, I turned around and took a glimpse at Cicio. The dark shade in his eyes and the white knuckles on his fists satisfied me.

"I don't think so… It'll only trouble them. Anyway, thank you for your help. I do need one more favor, though. Please prepare 300 copies of a congratulatory card. "It should read, 'Wishing Mark and Hayley a lifetime of happiness together. From: Eunice Jensen.' After I die, please deliver them to every household in Cooperville. Thanks." After arranging my affairs, I stepped onto the street. Before I could even react, a runaway truck came barreling straight at me. The impact was crushing. For an instant, it felt as if every organ inside me had shattered. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't pass out. This was the system's punishment, the cost of staying for the mission target.

Sharky's with Doug and Melissa started ok. We ordered and had had some drinks and appetizers when the beer started working on my bladder, and there was no ignoring it anymore. I had to visit the ladies' room. Rob stood up to let me slide out of the booth, but I tripped over his foot when I stood up. It scuffed my shoe, and I said, "Shoot! I love these shoes."

Please read with caution. Almost three months had passed since I had moved in with Jax. I still have not made any headway with Isabella if anything things had taken a turn for the worst. My middle son Shawn and Isabella are constantly butting heads. Shawn is a bit of a wild child, but for the most part well behaved. He has a hyperactive personality, and sometimes he has difficulty concentrating. Isabella tends to provoke him until he acts rashly. This newest tension has caused some major issues between Jax and I.