The Simpsons The Way We Was Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 "I-Is that a The Fault in our Stars poster?" Dean asked, his brows knitted together as he masked a focused expression. I looked behind me and back at him and let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is." He relaxed back in his seat and chuckled as well. "I'm surprised you can see it." I said to him, sipping from the straw of my soda. "I can make out the edge." He said, making a pointy gesture with his fingers.

We were all in good spirits. The kids must have been excited about moving too, because they gobbled down breakfast in record time. I rinsed the bowls and put them in Emily’s sink. Emily went over the plan one more time with me as the kids were loading up in the car. We were all excited as we drove back to Jax’s house for what would hopefully be our last trip there. Levi and Shawn filled in the time talking about all of the stuff they were planning on doing on the farm and asking if we would eventually be able to get a dirt bike. I loved hearing them talk about our future.

It looked like I had missed a lot of drama in the past six months! As I got in the car, I noticed Jason’s gaze on me. I stopped what I was doing and met his eyes. He immediately jumped up from the ground. He looked like a kid who had been caught doing something wrong. The car started, and through the rearview mirror, I saw Jason running after us. Then he stood by the roadside, staring in the direction we were leaving for a long time.

I wiped them quickly, but accidentally tapped one of the voice messages. "Find a way to get rid of Ruby's baby," Nate's voice said. "Silently. Make sure she never finds out." He had sent it to his secretary. "Put something in her food. I can't keep this child. I'm afraid Lucy will be upset if she finds out." The phone slipped from my hands. So his love could be faked that easily. Those sweet words from earlier in the day, that tender embrace—they meant nothing. The same man who had spoken of happiness had also planned to erase our child like it was some inconvenient stain.

It was taking control over slow karma and making bad people pay faster for their crimes. Carry Simpson. The old abandoned cabin house has been an inheritance passed down from generation to generation in the Simpson family. They hardly used it, nor sold it out even though there were normally high bidders thirsty to get their hands on it and use it as a summer relaxation spot. It was their pride, their family bond. It was the place inhabited by their past fathers since the beginning of time. Hence, it was fitting that it was the sweet little spot Lordee had thought up to crush and eliminate from the face of the earth.

Mayra said pressing the next button and changing the song to next in the queue. ~ “Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go Way down we go Say way down we go Way down we go” (Way down we go - Kaleo) ~ They both started laughing because they were on a downward slope when the song started. The random coincidence was enough to brighten up their mood and they both started singing the song enjoying each other’s presence. They never focused on singing correctly or in the rhythm. They sang like two chickens were trying to break free from a butcher's hand.

Stellan only asked, "If it hurts that much... did she cry?" The doctor shook his head. No. I had shown no reaction at all throughout the entire procedure. I had slept peacefully the whole time. Stellan broke down and wept, like a child who had been holding in too much for too long. I had read plenty of stories where people said that after death, you returned to the healthiest version of yourself. Yet I still could not see a thing.

It must be because I had not gotten enough rest the night before. I walked to the locked cabinet in the corner. Inside was everything I had poured myself into for the last seven years, and that included my history with Ruby. I opened the cabinet, and right on top was our company's first server. We had built it by hand with the scholarship money we saved in university. We had searched the electronics marketplace to buy the parts we needed and assembled the server ourselves. Our initials were still carved into the case, with a heart she had drawn around them. She had even said with a laugh, "This is the result of our love and the start of our dream."

' I only remember this, but now I am alone. The tin door is attached to a wire hook. It is a relief to open it by hand. The cow is calling in the barn. Grandmother says the cow does the work of the dog. Hamba Hamba starts calling when someone's footsteps are heard in the garden. As soon as Anushka heard that call, she felt that she had come to her place, no more fear.

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.