Music and Writing

Frequently I listen to Pandora radio and I hear songs that just pummel me with inspiration. I find that music has a way to sparking pieces of my novel to come to life. Sort of like a soundtrack. And if you notice I have a few of those songs listed at the top of my blog. However, from time to time I like to share new music that I've heard that inspires me. That's what this post is all about. Here's a song for you to enjoy.

 

Snippet.

Here's another little piece of my writing thus far. I realize that it may be a tad confusing to keep track of everything that I'm posting because they aren't really connected thoughts. But the point of these posts (for me at least) isn't to present you with the finished novel that I have itself, but rather give you a glimpse into my writing style as well as a hint at the ideas for my novel. It helps me, as well, to see the areas I may need to improve on and gives me motivation to continue writing.

I hope that makes more sense. But, if you do want to know further into the story itself you are free to ask questions. If you have critiques and insights that I may overlook you are more than welcome to enlighten me as well. I appreciate it.

So here's a new little piece for you to enjoy. I hope you like it. And as always, comments are appreciated.

I felt extremely out of place as I walked carefully down the staircase. I had been primped, polished, and sucked into an insanely tight (though admittedly beautiful) dress, my hair curled and piled on the top of my head, small beaded pearls lacing the auburn locks, and makeup applied to my cheeks and lips. All of this done in order to play the part of a courtier here in France. And yet, I still felt like the vulnerable, wary college student from New York. No one would believe this farce. It was absurd to even think that I could pull this off! I could feel my fingers twitching out of nervousness and resisted the urge to smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles of my dress.

                I gazed around me, noting just how many people were here. The women were adorned in voluminous dresses, austere glittering jewelry, and amazingly large and imposing hairdos. The men wore tailored suits that glittered as much as the women. It felt very much like an extravagant costume party. A few people glanced in my direction, giving me inquisitive looks. They were obviously trying to figure out who I was or why I was here. Even in my borrowed finery I still felt extremely out of place. My dress was not nearly as outlandish as the rest of the company here (something that I was both relieved and self-conscious about).

Ugh. I needed to find Adam. I needed a familiar face in this sea of high snobbery. I needed something I could latch onto to keep me from bolting from the room.

                So far, however, I was having no luck in locating him. It figured, really. He was always around when I DIDN’T need him. Now, when I desired his company, he was suddenly absent.

                Typical.

                “Pardon me, ma chére, I’m afraid I’ve never had the pleasure of being acquainted with you,” I jerked my head to my right and was surprised to see a man dressed in bright blues standing before me, his dark hair slicked back meticulously, his green eyes observing me curiously.

                “I, uh, my name is Genevieve,” I replied, recalling Adam’s backstory for my presence, “I am visiting my distant cousin, Adam Rauchard.”

                The man’s eyes lit up and a smile graced his lips, but something about the way he was looking at me seemed all too familiar (and not in a good way mind you).

                “Ah yes of course! Adam is a dear dear friend! What a pleasure it is to finally meet one of his relatives. He never told us how delectably attractive his relations were!”

                The man grabbed my right wrist and brought it to his lips, giving my knuckles a soft kiss. I felt my heard hammer in my chest uncomfortably. This man was creeping me out.

                Clearly not noticing my distress, the man straightened, adjusting the lapels of his blue and gold coat and gave me what I supposed he deemed a winning smile. “I am Nicholas Perdu, mademoiselle. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

                How was I supposed to respond to that? I wanted nothing more than to slink away back upstairs, and hide until this nightmare was over!

                “Uh, yes well—it’s a pleasure to meet you also,” I stumbled over my words, attempting to mimic the language he had used.

                Nicholas chuckled at me, “Ah how delightfully endearing!” He remarked, “You are a shy one! Ah well, don’t fear my dear, I’ll make it my personal quest to break you from your cocoon of timidity.”

                “Ah I see you’ve met my Genevieve, Nicholas,” Adam’s rich voice carried over Nicholas’ simpering appraisal. I inwardly gave a sight of relief.

                Nicholas straightened and took a step back from me, turning to his left, where Adam stood clad in a deep hunter green suit, he gave Adam a tight smile.

                “Yes indeed! I’ve finally met one your lovely relations! You really shouldn’t keep such sparkling gems in your family hidden my dear boy!”

                “Not hidden, merely protected,” Adam replied in a clipped tone, “Now if you’ll excuse us, I believe I need to escort this dear girl to get some refreshment and make some more introductions. Thank you for keeping her entertained in my absence.”

                “Anytime my dear boy. Anytime indeed.”

                Grasping my elbow, Adam gently led me away from the leering man and towards a more secluded corner.

                “I’m away for a few minutes and you’re being pawed at,” Adam snorted, “What am I going to do with you?”

                “Hey!” I remarked heatedly, “It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t seek him out. He came at me!”

                “Indeed. I have no doubt of that. His whole family seems fascinated with you, no matter what time period it is.”

                “What?” His statement confused me. “I don’t quite follow.”

                Adam chuckled lightly, “No I don’t suppose that you do.” He stopped us just beside a few of the surrounding pillars near an archway that led out towards the gardens. “Is there anything that seemed familiar about Nicholas?”

                “How did you—“ I trailed off giving him a suspicious look. Adam nodded at my appearance.

                “I thought you’d recognize it. You see you are actually quite acquainted with his family—in your time at least.”

                “What? Who could possibly be—Michael!” The realization slammed into me light a freight train. “That’s why he seemed so creepy and familiar! He’s the great great…whatever to my boss! Ugh.”

                Adam chuckled at my discovery. “Yes that particular family trait you’ve recognized seems to be one that’s passed down. It’s rather ironic that all the males in that family seem particularly fond of your company.”

                “Shut it,” I ground out, annoyed by Adam’s smirk, “That’s not funny.” I sent him a glare, but the smirk didn’t leave his face.

                “I wouldn’t be so sure,” he snorted, “I found it rather amusing.”

                I rolled my eyes and turned from him, to hide the color that I knew had risen to my cheeks. He knew just what to say to get under my skin and honestly after the last few days I didn’t really know how much more I could take.

Updates Galore!

Well I have some great news! The first draft of my book is almost finished! Hooray!

Now, here's a little snippet of a scene I've been writing. Once again, it's very rough, but I hope you understand the concept of the conversation in context to the entire story as a whole. Does that make sense?

Anyway, I digress...here's the update. I hope you like it!

Letting out a huff of air I flopped on my back, avoiding looking at Adam’s face, “Alright then, start talking.”

                “It’s complicated Jenna. I’m sorry you feel overwhelmed. But, can I say that I never intended for you to get mixed up in travelling with me. I was only sent to protect you-“

                “Whoa whoa whoa, back up a bit,” I grumbled, “Let’s get back to explaining things first. You already lied earlier about your “lifestyle” so  I deserve an explanation. And it had better be a good one. Then we’ll talk apologies.”

                Adam sighed, “Alright, what can I answer for you?”

                “Who were those men?” I turned facing Adam again. He was hunched over, his knees tucked under his chin, staring at the expanse in front of him.

                “They were workers…” he trailed off, glaring in front of him.

                “Workers for what?”

                Letting out a frustrated huff, he turned to me. “They don’t really have a name Jenna. They’re an organization sent out to destroy history.”

                “What do you mean destroy history? This isn’ t making sense. And why would they need me in order to supposedly destroy history?” His explanations were a bit absurd.

                “Listen Jenna,” He layed down next to me, “Let me just explain things one at a time alright. It’ll be easier that way. “

                “But-“

                He cut me off again, “No. It will only confuse you more. Just listen.” When I nodded my he turned his gaze upward, avoiding my face. “I’m sure your father told you all about time travel when you were young correct?”

                “How did you…?”

                “It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that he told you that you are needed to complete the project. Your father was a time traveler. I’m a time traveler too. That’s why we’re here in France, in the early 18^th century to be precise. You see, your father was working for an organization,” he sneered at the word, “that was attempting to rewrite history. Travelers cannot alter the history of time, but are merely observers. These men wanted to try to change all that. Your father thought that it might bring peace to the centuries that had been riddled with war and contention. His ambitions were good.”

                He stared at me for a moment, going silent. I wanted to say something, but my mouth wouldn’t work.

                Adam breathed a deep sigh, “that’s when things got complicated. Your father met your mother and they fell in love, making him mortal. But, he continued researching, even using his own mortality as a possible solution to the plan. And he was successful…to a degree.”

                “A degree? What does that mean?” I asked, confused.

                “It means that he realized the true intention behind the research he was doing,” Adam faltered, “and the price that would be paid.”

                “You aren’t making sense,” I blurted.

                “I realize that, but let me finish alright?” I nodded my head slowly in resignation. “Your father began to understand that a mortal’s blood allows for more control over time travel. Instead of just traveling, you could now change time, alter it to suit your purposes. And that’s where the problems came in.”

                “What do you mean?” I asked.

                “When you start to alter time, it begins to collapse. Certain key events must occur in order to prevent the timeline from shattering. But the facility didn’t agree. They wanted to change events, rule the timeline. They needed the key that your father had.”

                “So, that’s why they..?” I trailed off swallowing slightly, refusing to think about what happened that night to my parents.

                Adam nodded, sending me a sympathetic smile, “Yes. That’s why they sought out your father. They had learned the key component and wanted to take out the one person who was standing in their way. But, they didn’t realize that your father didn’t tell them a vital piece of information until it was too late.” He looked at me then, his face calm but serious. “It wasn’t just a mortal’s blood they needed.”

                “Then what did they need?”

                “They needed the blood from one who had a traveler’s blood and a mortal’s blood.”

                “You can’t be serious. They needed my father’s  blood in order to corrupt time?”

                “Not exactly,”

“But you just said that…” I trailed off looking confused.

“That’s why they are after you.”

                “I don’t understand.” I was confused, “I’m just human. I don’t really believe that you’re telling me the truth about this who ‘traveling’ thing, but I know that I’m just a mortal. I’ve never traveled through time.

                “But your father has. His blood flows in your veins. You’re the only link to finishing the project.”

                My mouth dropped open in shock and my head was spinning. This was getting beyond ridiculous. There was no possible way that time travel was possible! My father could not have been a time traveler. Nor could I be some mystical key to completing a project to corrupt time. It was absurd, laughable even!

                And yet….

                A lot of things started clicking when Adam started his story. I often wondered why my parents believed in traveling through time. I usually wrote them off as crazy. And, to have those creeps try to attack me today? Well, to couldn’t be a coincidence.

                I shook my head to dispel the crazy thoughts. This was absurd. Not possible. Ridiculous.

                “Jenna?” I snapped back to reality. Adam was gazing at me worriedly. “Are you alright?”

                I let out a low chuckle. “You’re crazy you know that. Do you honestly expect me to believe this…this strange absurd story of yours? My father was not a traveling human, thingy! You can’t expect me to believe that anything that you said was true.” I tried to remain calm, tried to calm the frustrations and confusion, but it wasn’t working well.

                “Jenna I was perfectly serious. I wouldn’t lie to you about this.” He was eyed me determinedly.

                Letting out a huff I sent him a glare, “If what you say is true, then I’m in danger?”

                Adam nodded, “Yes that’s why we’ve been looking out for your safety. At first no one knew what the key was to unlocking the time travel control, but once your father’s notes surfaces, we all knew we needed to find you. That’s—“ Adam chuckled lightly, “That’s why we collided that first day. I was waiting for you, but didn’t know exactly who I was looking for and when you crashed into me, I—ah—I sort of just…well…anyway, after I learned your name I realized I needed to plant myself firmly in your life. People were already starting to investigate your presence so it was important that my team kept tabs on you.”

                “Your team? You mean more of you have been looking after me?”

                “Yes. There’s are five of us. Amara, myself, Caleb, Anna, and Alex.”

                “wha—“ I was floundering for words, “why so many?”

                “It was important to keep you safe and I wasn’t going to risk something happening,” he remarked with a kind smile.

                Realization hit me then. “So I can’t go back home can I?”

                “I’m afraid not. At least not yet. Since the men know where you live and go to school, they’ll be waiting for your return. It’s far safer if you are to remain…er..travelling for awhile with me.”

                “But, how, how do I get home then? What about my job, my schooling? How would I explain this if I ever get to go home?”

                “Time will keep moving, that’s true, however I should be able to return you nearly to the moment that we disappeared. It’ll be like you never left in the first place.”

                “Then, how will we be able to return home if those men are still there, stuck in that moment that we left?”

                Adam chuckled, “Yes I realize it’s a bit difficult to understand so bear with me. Those men are also travelers and as such they aren’t limited to the linear constructs of time. They’ll know you’re gone and they’ll be pursuing you. But if we return, they will be gone.”

                “Oh,” I was still highly confused, but my head was starting to ache from all the information. It seemed so illogical and unusual to be conversing about this type of situation and yet I found myself sitting on a bright grassy hill, flushed from my many layers of clothing. The weather was certainly warmer than New York and I was positive that I had never seen this location before. Either I was hallucinating or dead.

A Bedtime Story

A little change from what I'm currently working on...here's an update and a bedtime story. Try to imagine, if you will, he possible illustrations...Enjoy!

                Once upon a time, in a kingdom down the street from the grocery store, there lived three handsome little princes and one pretty little princess. These little royals lived under the rule of King Daddy dear and Queen Mommy and were much loved and cherished.

                One day, after a adventure-filled afternoon of fighting pillow monsters and building forts in the living room, Queen Mommy glanced at the clock.

                “Oh my, it’s 8:30 already,” she declared, “Time for bed my little ones.”

                Sadness filled the little royals and they cried in dismay, “Oh Momma, can’t we stay up and play? Just a little longer?”

                “I’m afraid not my dears. Tomorrow is a busy day and you need your rest. Now off with you, time for bed!”

                With a resigned sigh, the little princes and the pretty princess trudged off toward the bathroom to brush their teeth. One by one they stood at the sink as Queen Mommy helped them capture all the bandit cavities with their mighty toothpaste and toothbrush. Then after rinsing and smiling in the mirror, each little child ran down the hall to their bedrooms and grabbed their royal pajamas. The little princes were dressed dashingly in blues and reds, while the pretty little princess decided to wear a pink night dress.

                After tucking each little royal into bed, Queen Mommy gave her little royals a kiss on the forehead and bade them a quiet goodnight.

                “Now, no playing. Straight to sleep,” She commanded, with a smile as she shut the door to the Little Princess’ door.

                But laying in the dark causes one’s mind to wander and soon, the little princess fancied that she heard a noise…a noise coming from under her bed!

                ‘Oh no!’ She thought, ‘It must be a monster!’

                Suddenly the bed began to rattle and shake and the Little Princess heard a growling noise. She let out a terrified squeak!

                “Help!” she cried, “Help me!”

                The Little Princes down the hall heard their sister’s cries and jumped from their beds, grabbing their plastic swords. They would protect their sister!

                Running down the hall they pushed open the door and saw a giant dragon, with bright green scales and glowing yellow eyes, hiding under their sister’s bed!

                “Monster!” they cried dashing forward, attacking the beast that growled and snorted.

                The little princes lunged at the beast, avoiding its fiery breath and spiky tail. They jabbed their swords and defended their sister, who sat terrified on her bed, clutching her favorite doll.

                Suddenly, the dragon attacked and lunged at the little princes, throwing them to the ground!

                “Oh no!” cried the pretty Princess, jumping from her bed, “I will save you!”

                Grabbing  her magic scepter the princess jumped on the back of the beast and tried to put a spell on it. The beast, however, was just too strong and the pretty little princess fell to the ground next to her brave little princes.

                The giant dragon growled at the little royals and prepared to attack…

                But fortunately Queen Mommy opened the door.

                “What on earth are you doing?” She cried.

                The little princes and pretty princess looked up at their mommy and then back to the dragon that had magically shrunk and now resembled one of their many stuffed animals.

                “We were protecting the princess from the dragon!” Exclaimed the littlest prince.

                Queen Mommy sighed and smiled, “Oh my brave little princes, did you succeed?”

                Nodding vigorously, Queen Mommy smiled and ushered her little ones back to bed.

                “Now no more adventures until morning! Give those imaginations a rest,” She declared, kissing her little princes on the forehead and turning out the light once more. She returned to the princess’ room and gently tucked the little girl back in bed. “Be safe little one,” she whispered with a smile and quietly turned out the light.

                After that, the little royals slept soundly in their beds, the little princes valiantly clutching their plastic swords and the little princess, snuggling with her stuffed dragon.

                Yes all was well and quiet in the little kingdom down the street from the grocery store…

                At least until the morning that is.

Well....

Okay I admit that I have been terrible at keeping this blog current on the progress of the ever "famous" novel that I'm working on. Life has been...well...difficult the last few months and honestly I've had a hard time adjusting to all the drastic changes going on right now. It's been hard to say the least.

But, we're getting through all the interesting twists and turns and we'll make due with everything going on right now.

Somehow.

Anyway, I have been working furiously on my novel the last little while and I actually have some updates in store in the next few days.

I'll be sure to update several things here shortly but for now I thought that I'd say that I'm not dead and I haven't given up writing.

Another Update

Hooray for another update. First things first, someone was kind enough to create mock book covers for my novel. I like them a lot and hope that you'll enjoy seeing a picture or two of them :).

I thought the clock design on this one was interesting

I think this one might be my favorite.

I really like this one though

This was the first mock cover that was made for me. I like it a lot.

Things are finally starting to get interesting in my novel. The pieces are falling into place nicely and I can actually see the complete plot connecting to one another. It's wonderful. I feel like I've really reached a turning point in my writing so far. At least where the plot development is concerned. I know there's still a lot to do, but hey at least I'm making progress right?

As always I hope you enjoy my writing and will leave a lovely comment. Let me your opinion about the plot, writing style, anything really! Enjoy!

“Are you proposing m’dear?” Adam asked in a teasing tone.



“Hardly,” I replied drily. “Can I just go now?”


“Would you care to come to the car then?” Adam questioned, a smile on his face.


I shook my head, “No thanks. I’d rather walk today. It’s so nice. Feel free to take a day off.”


I doubted he’d take my advice.


Adam laughed lightly, “Right. That’s exactly what I’ll do. Leave you alone to fend for yourself.” There was a light tone in his voice but his eyes were hardened.


I was confused by his conflicting actions but determined that it was merely Adam being his normal strange self. Choosing to ignore his request I turn back towards the car I continued on towards campus, reveling in the fresh air and trying to comfort my wounded pride. I seemed to do that a lot lately. Adam was a persistent nag on my lifestyle. He knew how to shake things up and fluster me.


But, changing weather was so pleasant I wasn’t too put out by the prospect of a future battle on my freedom from Adam’s presence. I could try again later. I was nothing if not persistent.


“Jenna?” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and noticed a stranger standing a few meters in front of me. I’d never seen him before.


“Can I help you?” I questioned coming to a stop, Adam right behind me.


“You’re Jenna Matheson?” He questioned quietly, his eyes hooded under a baseball cap, tufts of brown hair poking out the sides.


“Yes? Do I know you?” I felt Adam’s presence behind me, his breathing close enough to distinguish from the other sounds around me. He was standing very close.


The man standing across from me chuckled, in a dark tone. “I don’t believe we’ve ever had the pleasure of being introduced Jenna. However, I did know your father. He was a friend of mine.”


Adam grabbed my arm, “We need to move Jenna,” He urged whispering in my ear.


“I’m not sure I understanding,” I confessed, ignoring Adam’s urging. He was tugging rather forcefully on my arm.


The man lifted his head, his chestnut eyes glistening in the sunlight, a sinister smile was on his face. Warning bells were signaling in my head. But curiosity was getting better of me. He knew my father, I had to at least hear him out.


“Yes indeed I knew your father. He was great man. However, he left many loose ends at our facility,” he emphasized the word, “before he died. I’m merely here to collect what is needed to complete the project.”


Now I was really confused. “What does that have to do with me? I didn’t know what my father did for a living.”


“Jenna we really need to move,” Adam whispered again, pulling harder, “He’s not a good guy.”


The man laughed, “Ah Adam, still playing the hero eh? Well, I always knew you were the fool.”


Adam stiffened shooting a glare at the man, “I won’t let you touch her Derrick,” He warned, his voice like steel, “And I’m not fool. I see the reality of the situation. You’re deluded by arrogance and selfishness. It will never work.”


Derrick narrowed his eyes, “Oh believe me I’ve seen power that can be generated. Now we just need the girl to bring things into fruition.”


“What does this have to do with me?” I questioned again interjecting my presence between the stiff glares that were shooting from both men.


The man laughed again, “Oh it has everything to do with you my dear little one. Just be patient pet, you won’t suffer for long.”


I took a step back. The word “suffer” sending me into panic mode. Adam’s grip tightened on me and we started to retreat.


“When I say run you run alright?” Adam whispered in my ear. I almost nodded but didn’t want to give anything away. Things were spiraling into the strange territory.


“You will not touch her. I swear it,” Adam ground out, pushing himself in front of me. “I won’t let you.”


“Oh do you really think I wasn’t prepared for you? Please Adam! Give me some credit. I’m rather smart in my old age you know.”


“Jenna run,” Adam muttered. “Now.”


I didn’t need to be told twice. I hastily spun on my heel and started to dart away, my heart pounding in my ears. But, I skidded to a halt as three men walked out into the street blocking my retreat.


We were surrounded.


Quickly I retreated back towards Adam, grabbing his sleeve. His hand sought mine, clasping it tightly. My heart was hammering.


“Things could get messy Adam. It’s best to hand her over. No muss no fuss.”


Adam barked a laugh, “Sorry, I made a promise that I intend to keep.”


“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” Derrick replied, the smile dying. His eyes hardened, “Take him out, but don’t hurt the girl.”


Adam pushed himself closer to me, “Just hold on alright? I’m going to do something strange. Don’t panic.”


I didn’t have time to nod me head before a strange buzzing noise engulfed me, making my ears ring. Colors started blending, the men’s faces melting into a swirl. I was getting dizzy.


“Stop him!” Derrick’s voice was coming as an echo, “Shoot!”


I heard a loud bang and Adam groaned, his grip becoming painfully tight on my arm.


“Just keep holding on Jenna,” He shouted over the roar. The men’s faces were coming into clearer focus. I pushed myself closer to Adam’s frame, unsure of what was going on but terrified of what the men would do to me.


With a yell of anger, the air around Adam intensified in electrical charges. The men’s faces melted away, air rushing at a higher speed, becoming almost painful. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the men to grab me.


My consciousness began to fade, my grip still firm on Adam’s arm.


I smacked into a hard surface, bringing my sense back to the present. Letting out a moan, I opened my eyes slowly. I was staring at a blue sky. The world was still shaking, but I noticed lazy white clouds floating slowly across the panorama I was observing.


“Jenna?” Adam’s voice murmured, near me. I let out a sigh of relief.


I sat up hastily, the world tilted and I fell back again, my breath coming out in a puff.


“Adam?” I whispered, my voice as shaky as my vision, “what happened,”


“Just lie still for a moment,” he replied, “just wait for the spinning to subside.”


“What exactly happened?” I questioned again. He was avoiding answering. I turned my head towards his voice.


Adam was laying next to me his eyes closed, a grimace on his face, “It’s-it’s hard to explain Jenna.” He grabbed his shoulder and hoisted himself into a sitting position. I slowly did the same, my vision swimming only momentarily.


“Well perhaps you should explain then because this doesn’t look like New York to me,” I remarked gazing around. It was warmer and greener and brighter.


“It’s not,” Adam replied shortly, “We’re in France.”


“Excuse me?” I questioned, “What do you mean France?”


“I mean exactly what I said,” Adam looked over at me, clearly haggard, “We’re in France.”


Now I was confused. How was that possible?


“I don’t get it. Is this a joke?”


“Why would I joke about this?” Adam was getting exasperated, “I’m perfectly serious.”


“Because it’s not possible,” I remarked, my voice raising an octave, “You can simply transport to a different country! That…that doesn’t make sense. It’s illogical and improbable.”


Adam tried to stand, “Do you remember anything that your parents ever spoke of? About time travel?” With a groan he slumped back down his grip tightening on his shoulder.


“What happened to you?” I queried concerned, “Did you get hurt?”


“It’s alright Jenna. I’ll be fine,” he remarked removing his hand momentarily. A sticky red splotch dotted his shirt. My eyes widened.


“You were shot!” I scooted closer to him, grabbing his shoulder. Adam let out a hiss, “sorry,” I remarked chagrined, “let me look.”


Gently I looked at the wound. The bullet had torn a jagged hole through Adam shirt, bloody oozed lazily from the wound. It looked painful.


“What can I do?” I asked concerned, “We need to get you some help.”


Adam chuckled, “I’ll be alright trust me Jenna. Don’t worry.”


“What do you mean don’t worry? You were shot, we need to take you to the hospital!”


I hoisted myself to my feet, gazing around for signs of a road. Wherever we were, we could hail a cab or flag a driver. Or….something.


“Easy Jenna, just relax. I’m already feeling better,” Adam soothed, trying to pull me back down, “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. Just enjoy the scenery while we talk.”

Updating

Sorry that I've been late on the posting! I skipped a week! I apologize most sincerely. Things have been hectic but I am determined to continue to update for you. And, guess what? I have a short bit of writing for you to enjoy.

On a side note, the editor in my head seems to think that thigns are going a bit slow. I am detemrined to make things far more interesting when I actually edit things. However, things are going to get really interesting here soon! I have characters nagging in my head, begging to be written, so there is a good chance that I'll update again.

But for now I hope you enjoy this little bit!

‘The weather is warmer today,’ I thought cheerfully, not bothering to button my coat as I exited my apartment for the day. There was no breeze and the snow was finally starting to abate. I hated winter and longed for spring to arrive. My hopes were always buoyed when the warm breath of change shook the frigid limbs of trees to life.


“Ah the breath of life!” Adam remarked cheerfully noting the same change in weather that I did. I rolled my eyes as he came closer to me.

“Indeed it is,” I tried to sound annoyed but the weather kept me cheerful. Adam didn’t seem to care how I responded.

He never did. He was annoyingly unflappable. It was absurd really.

“So what’s the plan for today m’dear?” He queried heading towards his car. He’d been waiting to give me a ride to school. I let out a quiet sigh.

“I really wish you wouldn’t be so stalkerish,” I replied in a calm voice, “You’ve been following me around for, what, three weeks now?”

Adam only smiled at me, “Actually it’s been a month.”

I suppressed the urge to groan and shook my head, “I don’t care how long it’s been, you aren’t leaving me alone. That’s a problem.”

“I thought we’d already discussed this…several times. I told you I’m not going anywhere. You might as well get used to it.”

I sighed in defeat. We’d had this argument at least three times a week. And yet Adam still stayed. He was determined to follow me around and keep me company, especially when I didn’t want it. Which was most days. He was always waiting in the mornings, his car keys in hand, ready to give me a ride to school. And then he followed me to my classes, and was waiting after each one. He even escorted me to work! He was like a faithful dog, waiting to please. It was a bit too much to handle.

Initially I only responded to him with biting remarks, but over the last few weeks, my fight had dwindled slightly. I began to actually converse with Adam and noticed that he wasn’t as bad as I originally surmised him to be. He had never given the impression that his intentions were anything other than what he stated them to be, which had been my initial suspicion. So far he’d proved himself a gentleman (other than with our initial meeting) and he had never gone back on his word.

But I’d never admit that to him. Nope. Never.

I did however have an idea of how to get Adam to ease up a little on the faithful friend routine.

“Adam,” I began slowly, walking past his car. He only sighed at my actions. I did this everyday. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?” He seemed genuinely surprised by my quiet request, “Ask away m’dear.”

“I-“ I took a deep breath, “You’ve been following me around rather determinedly and I was wondering if maybe you could ease up a bit.” I sighed, grabbing my hair, fiddling with the curly tendrils, “I know that you are not going to completely leave me alone, but some space would be nice.”

Adam chuckled lightly, “You’re finally giving up aren’t you?”

I bristled initially at his comment but then sighed in resignation, “I suppose so. You haven’t listened any time that I’ve requested your complete absence from my life, but maybe you’ll consider a compromise.”

“Oh but Jenna why would I want to spend less time with you? You’re exciting to be around.”

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, “Hardly. I’m about as interesting as a baseball bat. And you? You’re completely uprooting my stable foundations. I’ve come closer to losing my job in the last few weeks than the two and half years I’ve been working there thanks to you. On top of that, you were a complete self absorbed jerk who caused me a concussion. The least you could do is give me some space. I need a little bit of sanity you know.”

Adam chuckled. “Yes yes. I believe I’ve wronged you terribly. However, you don’t give yourself enough credit. I find you extremely interesting.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. I scowled.

“That’s not the point!” I fumed, “You’ve thrown everything upside down! Can you back off please?! I’m trying to reach a compromise here since you’re completely crazy and stubborn.”

I huffed at Adam’s unruffled appearance and crossed my arms. He sent me a grin and grabbed my elbow, “I’ll tell ya what, I’ll back off a little bit and give you your space.” I breathed a sigh of relief, “But,” Adam trailed off. I shot him a glare.

“But?”

“You can’t question my decisions about things alright?” He gave me a intense stare.

I gaped at him. Was he kidding?

“Is this a joke?” I asked. “Do you honestly think that I’m going to give up my ability to make decisions? Are you seriously that delusional?”

“I’m perfectly serious,” he replied. His face gave nothing away. His lips were drawn in a small line, his blond brows knit together in a calculating fashion. He wasn’t kidding.

“Oh no you don’t!’ I threw my hands up in defense, “I’m not going along with some psychotic game of ‘follow the leader’. Nope. Get yourself a new girl.”

Adam laughed lightly tugging on my elbow towards the car, “Sorry. I’m afraid you’re the only girl for me. “ He winked and I glared. “And, if you don’t like my deal, then I’m afraid that I won’t be able to go along with your wishes.”

I shot him a dirty look. “That’s not fair.”

“And who said life was fair Jenna?”

I groaned and pulled away from Adam and stepped away from the car. I didn’t want to get in that thing. I had to make a point.

“No thanks I think I’ll walk.” I started to trudge through the slush of the parking lot.

“Jenna, wait. You can’t walk by yourself.” Adam seemed genuinely adamant as he shuffled towards me. I sighed and slowed my pace to allow him to catch up.

“I can take care of myself. We’ve discussed this before. I’m capable of making decisions and you aren’t in a position to tell me what I can and cannot do. It’s not like we’re married.”

“Are you proposing m’dear?” Adam asked in a teasing tone.

“Hardly,” I replied drily.

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On another note, I have a piece of music that's influenced my writing. I know, I always post music. But, I tend to find that music really inspires me. I hope you enjoy it. And as always comments, questions, and critiques are more than welcome!
 

When I Think of Writing...

When I think of writing, I think of the many different methods that pertain to the process of writing. There are so many steps that you must follow; there are so many rules to must adhere to. But, the wonderful thing about writing is that no matter how many rules you know or how many times you go through a draft, there's always room for improvement. And, there's always a way to break the rules to allow your voice to shine through. So many writers struggle because they strive to adhere to all the rules. They want to be the perfect example of what a writer should be. But, that's not what true writing is. A writer knows that the process of creation isn't so clean cut. There are many muddy ditches you must wade through and so many bogs you must cross to get to the final destination of your work. And even then you are never really finished. As writers, we tend to be a bit compulsive and fanatical about our writing. We are our harshest critics. So, naturally, our writing will always remain a draft in our eyes. There will always be room to grow and improve.

Anyway! Enough about that little spiel! I have an update for you! It's still rather short because life is hectic beyond belief. But, it's available to be read and reread as many times a you'd like! Let me know what you think. Reviews, questions, criticism...all are welcome!

 My head was throbbing and my stomach lurched painfully. Ugh. Stupid stomach flu. I needed to get home.

Dragging myself sloppily to my feet, I trudged off campus and headed back towards my apartment to sleep off this wretched sickness. I just hoped I made it there before I tossed my cookies.

Within minutes I was home. I dropped my bag at the door and stumbled towards my bedroom in search of my pajamas. Slipping off my shoes and socks I changed as quickly as possible, my fingers shaking from over use.

Once I was dressed (or redressed in my pajamas) I climbed on my bed slowly and drifted to sleep.

I heard a distant creak coming from the living room. The noise was loud enough to rouse me from slumber. I listened for a moment and when I heard no more I snuggled back among the pillows to continue sleeping.

Creak...

I bolted upright, disoriented by the sudden movement but very much alert and awake. Something or someone was in my house! A shudder ran down my spine as my imagination tipped overboard. My heart started hammering in my chest.

I slowly rose from my bed, tiptoing towards the halway. Another creak resounded from the living room.

I peeked my head around the corner and noticed a tall dark shadow standing in the center of the room, it's head down.

Anger boiled inside of me. I was getting sick and tired of all the bully dodging in my life lately. I needed a break! I wasn't feeling well!

As quietly as I could I snatched the broom from the entryway of the kitchen and moved slowly towards the shadow, avoiding any spot that would make noise under my weight. The man--I could tell by his height--had his back turned towards me. Perfect.

Raising the broom behind me I brought it down with all the force I could muster...

Novel Updates

Hello blog readers! I should have posted this earlier in the week but alas life is complicated and it was difficult to get anything done that I would have LIKED to do. Oh well. At least I'm posting...even if it is a little late.

Onward then!

For this week I wasn unable to actually sit down and write what I needed to. Like I said life was hectic. I did, however, have the opportunity to solidify the ending of my novel in my mind as well as another crucial moment involving the heroine's parents. It's a heart-wrenching moment filled with complicated emotions and a unique perspective (if I do say so myself!).

Needless to say it's been an emotional week for my poor characters. Jenna (the protagonist) gets to see her parents again. The moment is terrifying and emotional.

Alas though I do not have anything fleshed out as of yet. When I do, which will hopefully be this week, I'll be sure to post some portion of it for you!

But until then I hope you can content yourself with the piece of music that inspired these profound moments in the novel. I love Coldplay, and I've heard this song several times before, but for some reason this week it really prompted a piece of the novel to solidify in my mind. It was amazing. It's sort of like a revelation moment for me.

Hope you enjoy: "Fix You" by Coldplay:

Therapy...and Updates...

I find writing to be therapy for me. What about you? Is there anything in your life that makes you happy and reduces stress? For me it's writing. There's something about it that makes me smile. I feel so creative and smart whenever I write. It's a great way for me to vent my frustrations and practice my creative skills.

Anyway, onto more interesting things eh? Yes I have been writing. I haven't updated for awhile and that's a bad thing. Shame on me. I know I always say that I will be better and that I will update more often. I honestly shouldn't say that should I? I usually end up avoiding updating because I'm already getting so little sleep lately that staying up a little longer to update my blog would cause me to not get any sleep at all.

So here's what propose: I will update at least once a week. If I can manage more then I shall certainly do that. But as it stands right now we'll stick with once a week. Alright?

Okay, now that we have things sorted out, I have a short excerpt from the next chapter for you! I hope you enjoy:

My eyes widened as the man approached. I had no clue who this person was and he certainly didn't look like the friendly type. His stringy black hair was slicked back and hung limpy at his shoulder. He wore faded jeans and a tattered shirt and his hands and face were smudged with dirt.

"Jenna." He stated giving me a cold stare. My eyes widened in surprise. How did you know my name?

"Oh don't be alarmed Jenna. I knew your parents." A smirk crept on his face, "We were excellent acquaintances."

"Please save the story for someone who'd actually believe it." Adam's deep voice reverberated from behind me. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. His voice was icy. I turned. His eyes were set in a hard glare, his lips in a tight scowl. He looked predatory. "I suggest you take off before things get ugly Gabrial."

The man, Gabrial, laughed. I backed up a step. "Do you really think I wasn't prepared for you?"

Men started to appear from all around. I had never noticed them before. There had to be at least five other men with Gabrial. I swallowed hard but remained silent, biting my tongue to prevent curses from flying. Today completely sucked.

Another finished!

Yes! You read that title correctly. I have finished another chapter! Yay go me! I was really excited to finish this chapter it was a long process and I sat down and wrote A LOT in order to finish the chapter.

Initially I was hesitant to finish the chapter because I was unsure as to whether or not my writing was actually decent. But, after reading what I already had written, I've come to realize that I'm not a completely terrible writer. There's hope for me yet! At least that's waht I'd like to think.

So, here's a snippet for you from the completed chapter. I hope you enjoy. And....if you'd like to leave a comment feel free!

“Yes well,” I fiddled with the pen in apron pocket, “I fail to see when it became your job to be concerned with me.”

Quickly, I turned on my heel and started to walk away. Even though things were starting to die down a little, I still had several table to attend to.


“You aren’t staying.” Adam remarked to my turned figure.


I stopped and clenched my fists and an attempt to prevent a groan of frustration from seeping out. Turning slowly, I narrowed my eyes and walked quickly back towards his table.


“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are, but you certainly aren’t a friend of mine. Moreover, you aren’t my father so back off.” I had had enough of these stupid games and with his annoying behavior throwing my life completely upside down. I was sick of it, “I’m finished being so accommodating to your completely idiotic and frustrating behavior. Leave me alone.”


Adam leaned forward, his eyes, blazing slightly, “No Jenna. I won’t leave you alone. I can’t.” He was speaking in a deathly calm whisper and for a moment I wondered what he was really thinking. His cerulean eyes swam with so many conflicting emotions. “Despite what you think, you need a friend. I’m here for you. I am going to be your friend.”


“I don’t want you to be my friend,” I tried to emphasize my emotions, “I want you to leave me alone.”


“Well,” the smirk was back on his face, “I don’t think you have a choice in that matter.”


I clamped my mouth shut, and turned on my heel once more, leaving Adam alone at the table. I made my way back to the kitchen, painfully aware of the looks of adoration and envy I was receiving from my fellow workers. It was ridiculous.


I hastily made my way back into the kitchen, my face flushed from anger and embarrassment. Rachael took one look at my expression and suppressed a giggle. The wheels were turning in her head and she could correctly infer (or at least that’s what I assumed) who had caused such a hue to appear on my cheeks.


“Not one word,” I muttered darkly, grabbing the waiting plates for a few of my other tables.


Rachael smiled, placating my wounded pride, “I wasn’t going to say a word,” she vowed, her eyes dancing, “You’ve had enough for one evening I think.”


I rolled my eyes in response and hurried out the door, the orders balances carefully on my tray.


Of course luck didn’t seem to be on my side. I nearly tripped coming out of the kitchen and I heard the distinct snigger from Adam’s direction, as he more than likely observed my imbalance. My dour mood soured even further and I’m certain that I sent several of my customers withering glares, though not intentionally. I tried to be pleasant enough, but the façade was thin.


By the time I had made my second round to the kitchen and back out to serve more customers, my scowl had softened somewhat. Unfortunately, it hadn’t softened enough to keep Michael’s scrutinizing gaze out of my direction. I could feel his slimy eyes following my movements as I went between two tables, placing plates of steaming food before my customers and picking up empty cups to refill. I could feel my heart hammering slightly in my chest as I tried to compose my features. I didn’t want to give anyone a reason to fire me. I could afford it. Literally.


Unsurprisingly, as well, Adam sat at his small table, observing me work, a small smile on his face. Though, he seemed to be rather deep in thought. I watched his gaze travel a few times between me, the kitchen, and Michael’s skulking form, thoughts slowly processing beneath his cerulean orbs. He was planning something. My eyes narrowed at him. I wouldn’t allow his behavior to influence me any longer.


I went back into the kitchen a third time, dropping off plates. Rachael eyed me, a funny expression on her face. Without a word, she handed me Adam’s dessert, the last order for my tables, and then quickly turned from me.


Surprisingly, he didn’t say a word to me as I handed him his dish. He smiled gently, tipped his fork in my direction and then dug in. I gave him an inquisitive look but didn’t venture to converse with him. It was better to not push my luck. Giving a slight nod of my head, I turned to leave his table again and head back into the kitchen.


“I’ll take you home in a few minutes Jenna,” Adam murmured quietly from behind me.


I stopped short, and spun quickly on my heel and faced Adam, who was smirking, eyes twinkling. I sent him a deathly glare, but didn’t dare go closer. I didn’t want to cause more of a commotion. I could feel Michael’s gaze washing over me, making my skin crawl. He was looking for any excuse to reprimand me. Adam studied my face for a moment and then shifted his gaze to the corner where I knew Michael had to be sitting. His eyes darkened and his smile shifted into a hard line. He quickly averted his gaze and continued eating his dessert.


I all but ran to the kitchen.


By the time I got there, my shift was nearly over. I had managed to finish up all my other tables, except for Adam’s. But I didn’t venture out for a few minutes. I wanted minimal contact with him. Gratefully, when I did return, Adam was gone, but thirty dollars sat perched delicately in the center of the table with a small note:


See you Soon.


I rolled my eyes and crumpled the paper in my hand, but blushed slightly at the large tip that Adam had left me. I could only imagine the smug look on his face as he placed the bills on the table and snuck away. Tending Adam’s bill, I pocketed the change, making a mental not to return the excess money to him if I saw him again (though I had the distinct impression that I’d be seeing him soon). Thankfully, after that I made swift work of the table and then finished attending my other customers. All in all I made short work of the rest of my shift, thankfully.


Michael’s piercing, slimy gaze followed me continually, though he made no comments on my previously erratic behavior. I didn’t dare focus on his face. Best not to give him a reason to acknowledge me further, or get the wrong impression. I didn’t need that type of trouble right now.


Thankfully, the restaurant closed down for the night. And as I watched my fellow workers chatter away as they prepared for the rest of their night, I let out a tired sigh. I still had at least two more hours of work to accomplish before I could trudge home.


Quietly, I walked to the employee bathroom and closed the door with a soft click behind me. No one would be coming in here now. I had a small break. With a heavy sigh I sank slowly to my knees in from of the door, my palms resting on the cold floor. I closed my eyes and tried to measure my breathing, and calm my nervous heart. My emotions had been strained to extreme measures over the last few days and I needed to compose myself.


I rose slowly and moved towards the sink, turning the water on. I splashed cold water on my face to wake me up and invigorate my senses long enough to get me through the next few hours. I just needed to make it a little longer.


I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and cringed slightly. I had dark circles beneath my hazel orbs and my hair was coming out of the bun I had used to control it. Hastily I fixed the straying tendrils of auburn locks and moved again towards the door. Best not to look in the mirror again.


When I exited the bathroom, most of the workers were gone. The rest, were conversing near the door. Some noticed me exit the restroom and gave me curious glances. Andrea noticed me as well, but didn’t venture to greet me. Instead she sent me a bright smile and a wink. She must have realized I’d had more excitement than I was used. She did hold her hand to her ear and mouthed the words “call me.” I nodded in agreement but shrugged my shoulders to indicate that I didn’t know what I would. She nodded in understanding and then quickly turned back to her group as they exited the restaurant.


Sighing, I walked into the kitchen where bus boys and the kitchen staff were hastily scraping excess food off of plates, dumping trays, and cleaning pans. Rachael saw me and gave mea confused look.


“What are you still doing here honey? Shouldn’t you be heading home?” He gave me a concerned look.


“Michael,” was all I replied as I walked closer.


Rachael’s face darkened and she glared at the counter for a minute, “That coward,” she muttered darkly. She suddenly slammed her knife down and marched towards me. “Come with me Jenna.”


My eyes widened in shock. She had caught me completely off guard. So much so that I didn’t really know how to respond. I stood there dumbly for a moment, merely gazing at her in confusion.


With a sigh, she gently grasped my wrist and tugged me along with her out of the kitchen. She walked with determination through the dining room and headed towards Michael’s office, where he sat, his face buried in books, unaware of our advancement.


Realization dawned on me and I tried to pull my wrist from her grasp, “No Rachael, please. You don’t need to do this. It’s fine. I promise.”


Rachael stopped, mid-stride and turned to face me, “You’re kidding right? Jenna look at yourself! You’re running yourself ragged as it is. You shouldn’t have even come into work today. You look dead on your feet! You’re pale and I know you haven’t slept. I should have made that boy take you home the minute you walked in here this afternoon. And Michael,” She hissed as she said his name, “Is absurd to think that he can force you to take on more work as a ‘punishment’ for getting hurt. It’s ridiculous and I have half a mind to report him.”


“I’m fine Rachael really,” I pled hastily, “I don’t want to cause trouble.”


With a sigh Rachael released my hand, “Fine, you won’t cause trouble I promise.” A small smile appeared on her face, “But I will.” Hastily, she moved from me and marched in Michael’s office.


I stood there, horrified, humbled, and a bit confused.


“Michael!” Rachael’s voice could be heard through the glass door. My eyes widened slightly and I stood rooted to the spot, “This is ridiculous.”


Michael rose slowly from his desk to face her, his frame a mere two inches taller than here. Clearly height wouldn’t intimidate her, “What are you talking about?” he drawled slightly raising his eyebrow, his gaze flicked to me for a moment and quickly returned to Rachael’s furious one.


“You know damned well why I’m here,” she responded, growling slightly, “Why is she still here!”


Michael huffed, clearly annoyed, “I don’t see why it’s any of your concern Rachael,” he shot me a glare, “And, if you value your job I suggest you keep your nose out of other people’s business.”


Rachael only laughed at his threat, “Really? You’re going to threaten me with losing my job? I’m not afraid of you Michael, like you’ve got so many other of the workers here to be. You know as well as I do that if you fire me, you’ll lose your customers. You’d be nothing without me. And her,” she pointed to me, “She’s the best waitress you have. You’d be a fool to even threaten to fire her. She’s also one of the most valuable assets that you have at this establishment. You’d lose more than you realize.”


I watched with surprise as Michael’s face turned two shades redder than his original color. His brown eyes darkened and he sent me the most withering glare that he could.


“She missed yesterday, she needs to make it up. End of discussion.”


Rachael slammed her fist on the desk, “No. She needs to go home. She shouldn’t have been here today. You’re a fool Michael. I’m sending her home. I don’t need her in the kitchen anyway.”


“You can’t do that!” Michael was livid now, “You aren’t the manager at this establishment. I am.”


“Yes, but I’m the head of the kitchen staff and I am entitled to send those home who I don’t need and tonight I don’t need her. She’s going home.”


Michael didn’t say a word but narrowed his eyes in my direction as Rachael turned on her heel and walked back towards me, a look of victory on her face.


“You heard it sweetie,” Rachael remarked as she came to me, “Off to home you go.”


She grabbed my arm and walked me towards the restroom where my school bag was and gently nudged me, “Get home safely dear. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”


“I-I thank you,” I replied, quietly, touched by her determination to make sure I was taken care of.


Rachael stopped and looked at my face, a gentle motherly smile gracing her features. I felt a momentary stab of pain wash over me, but forced the feelings down. “You listen to me sweetie. You need to stop running so fast. Don’t keep pushing yourself so hard. Let others lighten the load. And for heaven’s sake gets some rest. You’re as white as a ghost. It’s not healthy to keep doing this.”


She searched my face, her brows furrowed in concern. “Promise me you’ll get some rest. Please.”


“I promise.” I whispered in reply, touched by her concern.


“Good. Now off you go. I’ve got work to attend to.” Giving my arm a gently squeeze, she released her grasp and turned towards the kitchen, her steps determined and precise.


I walked numbly into the bathroom and retrieved my belongings, donning my wool jacket and gloves. Silently, I exited and avoided gazing towards Michael’s office afraid of what I might see if I did. I was certain that he was fuming about the recent emasculating scene. I knew that he’d pay me back in kind for this though. I’d have to be on my guard.


I walked towards the front entrance and pushed the door open, the frigid wind biting at my warm cheeks. My body started to shake at the sudden drop in temperature and tightened the grip on my backpack straps, walking into the cold night.


I wasn’t half a block away from the restaurant when I heard someone shouting my name.


“Jenna! Jenna!” I stopped short, straining to distinguish who’s voice it was. “Jenna!”


I turned and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw Adam sprinting towards me.


“What on earth-“ I began. Adam quickly cut me off.


“Come on, let’s get you home. Rachael doesn’t want you walking in this weather,” Adam remarked, grabbing my arm, “My car is nice and warm.”


“How did you know when I would be getting off work?” I questioned, quite curious.


“Well, I couldn’t let you stay there any longer now could I? I said that I’d be taking you home, and I’m not one to break my promises,” Adam stated, rather proudly as he grabbed hold of my backpack, trying to remove it from my shoulders.


I tightened the grip on the straps, “Now hold on. You aren’t making any sense,” I stated, “and besides I didn’t want a ride from you. I thought I told you that earlier.”


Adam waved his hand in dismissal, “Oh yes you did. But, I really didn’t pay too much attention that. You don’t seem to value your wellbeing too much. Sometimes others need to make the decisions for you.”


I felt annoyance being to rear it’s head and I sent him an irritated glare, “And what gives you the right to dictate what is best for me?” I questioned bitingly, “You’ve known me for about twenty four hours. You don’t have a right to make any decisions for me.”


“Ah but you see, Rachael felt the same way. I’m merely under orders from her. And,” Adam smirked again, “since you’ve known her for quite some time, we shall have to listen to her wise council.”


Realization dawned on me, “You talked to her! You were the one who convinced her that I needed rest. She didn’t know I was supposed to work in the kitchen. How-“


“I didn’t need to tell her what Michael had planned for you. I merely suggested that I was concerned for your health. You hit your head pretty hard. You shouldn’t have been there today,” Adam remarked calmly. I felt my blood boil.


“She could have lost her job! I could lose my own. This isn’t some twisted game! It’s my life your screwing around with. I can’t afford to take that risk Adam. And I couldn’t live with myself if Rachael lost her job.”


Adam snorted, “Michael’s a coward. I’ve seen his kind before,” he chuckled at his own comment, “He doesn’t have the guts to fire her. He’d be a fool to try. And you,” He sent me a pointed look, “You work far too hard. He’s taking advantage of you. Someone needed to stand up to him. I’m glad that she did it.”


And then with a firm yank, he loosed my hold on my backpack straps and managed to remove the bag from my shoulders. I stumbled a little at the sudden movement, slipping on the ice. My cheeks ignited in humiliation and annoyance and I sent him another glare.


“You’re impossible.”


“Oh believe me I know that. But I’ll tell you sometime too m’dear,” Adam’s face was inches from my own. My heart started hammering in my chest at the proximity, “You’re just as hard headed and stubborn as I am.”


“I am not. I just don’t take kindly to strangers barging into my life, unwarranted and then throwing the structure out the window. You don’t have a right. I don’t want you here anyway.”


“M’dear,” he was using that annoying drawl again, “You don’t really have a choice. I’m not going anywhere.”