I am so excited to have gotten this page set up in a way that I am able to sort through it and manage it better. I hope it seems easier to navigate for everyone.

Exciting news, I have been so focused on getting this page, my twitter account, and all the other things that I am working on within this career, set up that I haven't paid a lot of attention to my Goodreads account. When I headed over there earlier while I was setting this up I saw that I had gotten my first review on Your Own Disaster, which happens to be five stars!! I cannot even begin to express who exciting that it makes me, and it simply just validates everything that I am trying to do. I just need one person to like it, it's enough for me.
OH and I must express the extent of excitement I have that the Indianapolis Colts are going to the playoffs and just won today against the Texans (yes, they are my NFL team)!!!


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Autonomy teaser #2

This is subject to change...

I press my body against one of the post and I position myself so I will not fall off and I feel myself sliding into a relaxed position. I know that I am falling asleep, but I am too exhausted to care. I wake with a sudden sense of panic as I hear whispered sentences from all sides of me. My eyes shoot open and I am lying on my back in the middle of the statue with my feet dangling over the edge. I hear the crack of a laugh and I feel my body go ridged as I feel a presence at my side. I snap my head over and see a man smiling down to me. In the midnight sky I cannot manage to make out his eyes but they look like two black gaping holes in his head. He smiles to me and I can tell by the smell of his breath that his teeth are decayed and that his gums probably swell up over his teeth. As quick as I can make my movements I reach up with my left hand reaching over my body grabbing a hold of his stringy, dirty hair and slam his head into the statue I imagine that when his skull slides down the statue there will be a giant crack in it. But there’s not. I see the man lifelessly slide down and crump up onto the ground. I sit up suddenly and notice that I am indeed surrounded, Nomads are on all sides of me and there is not a single escape route. Sure, I could jump and make a run for camp taking a few out on my way, but I know that would do nothing but lead my camp into an ambush... which is most likely what they want. I survey the group surrounding me and know that there has to be at least 40 men… grown men… standing around me.

“You know that I could kill you all” I calmly state. Do not show any sort of fear I tell myself.

“I’m sure that you could take down a few of us… but all. Come on now.” One of the men that I cannot see says to me. “All of us,” And everyone in the circle around me starts to laugh. For the first time in my life I feel like I am out of my league and that I am outnumbered, but I know that my choices are: run to camp killing a few on the way, Fight them all and hope that somehow I manage to win, or give in and let them kill me. I’m not sure why but I know that I cannot go down without a fight. I jump down from the middle of the statue that I had fallen asleep in and land squarely on my feet. The first man in front of me jumps in my direction and I block his punch grabbing hold of his wrist and kicking him in the chest, the first rule to fighting that I learned is not to be the one who throws the first punch, but yet expect what they are going to do and react to that. I kick his chest with all the force in my body to he falls backwards the whole time trying to regain his footing until he falls taking down the two other men that were behind him.

A second man charges at me from my left and I jump backwards out of his way while he knocks out the men to my right. I know that it’s only a matter of time before they overtake me. One man comes up to me from behind and I can sense his presence before I know that he is there. I slouch over just enough to give him running enough momentum to throw him off of my back and onto the ground in front of me. I stomp on his face with all my force breaking his nose. I hope jabbing into his brain. He doesn’t move off of the ground and I hope that I had conquered what I was hoping for.

I feel a hand on my forearm and try to manage to wiggle myself free but I cannot move it. The clamp of the hand is so tight that I can feel the blood cells bursting and forming a bruise from where he is holding me. I take a deep breath trying to remain myself from crying out in pain. I feel my elbow pop out of joint and I cringe in pain as I pull my body around to look at the man. He is just as dirty as all the other Nomads that I have seen. I sigh as I see into his eyes. His eyes are hazed over. I’m not sure what from. I wonder if it is true what they say that if you eat humans it will drive you insane. It takes one look at the man standing in front of me to confirm this theory.

As I try to fight off my attacker I feel my other arm snatched back when I am trying to draw back to hit him. I gasp and look over I am not trapped and I am standing between two men who I have no doubt in my mind want to eat me. I sigh and let my body go limp. I am captured and there is no point in trying to fight them.

“Oh, what no more fight?” one of the men says to me. “I like my dinner with a little kick.” I want to cry out for help but as far away from camp that I am I know it will be no good. I want to cry out for Ryker’s help. I look up to the man and shake my head. No, I don’t have any more fight.  And he roars with laughter. “Well now, let’s go,” He says snatching me by the arm again and I wince with even more pain as he pulls my elbow further from its home. “Larry was really looking forward to you,” he screeches at me, “You will be in his honor.” He tells me again and the crowd around us roars with laughter.

“You’re scum you know that… all of you.” I scream at them, and before I even see one of their hands pull back I feel the pain shooting through my body and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I wake in a room that is dark. I am guessing that it’s almost dawn because I can see a sliver of light coming through a tiny window in the top of the wall. I pick my head up off of the floor and survey the room. There is a window at the very top of the wall, on the opposite side of the room, not even big enough to put my hand through. The floor is concrete, and the walls are made of brick. For a moment I wonder how they managed to get this place. The door is heavy and seems to be made out of some sort of metal its cold to the touch. I take a deep breath and look to my left where a mattress, a pillow, and a blanket lay.  I wonder if anyone has ever used it before… and how many… and if so, how many lived. I wonder if Abby stayed in this exact same room. I feel my heartbeat in my eye and notice now that I cannot open it all the way. I sigh and let myself drift into a deep sleep. Surely they know by now that I am missing, but I haven’t been with them for long. Will they want to come and find me? I let my hand slide down to my pocket in my jeans and graze over the necklace that sits inside of it. I sigh when I feel its presence. I remove it looking to it, I clasp it into my fist as I raise it to my hand and I say to it… “Please, help me make it out of here.” I’m not really sure but this manages to give me hope.

My ears perk and wake me up when I hear the sound of a key in the metal door, and I scramble to push the necklace back into my pocket. I feel my body tense and I push myself into the corner of the wall.

“Well, you be awake” I hear a snide voice say as he sees me. I do not open my mouth I just stare back at his intense stare. Do not show them any sort of fear I tell myself it’s the first rule that we learn in school about fighting.  He laughs and looks back to me “Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asks sitting down on the bed. Him being so close to me makes me extremely uncomfortable, “You took on three grown men at once and then killed one of our men, broke another one’s hand, and killed another man last night. You can’t be from that little group. None of them are that strong, well except for one of the guys out there. Where are you from?” I sit quietly. I had heard somewhere before that a traitor for the Autonomy was worth more to them than the ones that opposed them. “You were with them,” he says to me. I know by them he means the Autonomy so I continue to hold my glare on him as he roars with laughter. “Well this day just got better,” he says smiling and slamming the door. I exhale and then know that they have figured out that I am from the Autonomy and that when they come for me that they will kill me, but if I’m going to die either way at least this way I will still remain intact and I will not be consumed as food.

I sit in my cell block slowly realizing that I was sitting in a prison. After the man leaves me in my room alone I manage to pull myself up the wall until I am looking out the window. There’s nothing to see except a large open field of grass. I can’t even make anything out past it. Would it matter if I could get out would I be able to find my way back to the camp? Would I be able to get through that field without anyone noticing me?

I sigh deeply letting myself fall back down to the floor and then walk over to the bed and slouch onto it. I look to my side and that’s when I see the carvings. I press my face closer to them as I see twelve little slash marks representing each day; each day that the person was in here. I run my fingers overtop of them as I feel my fingers indent one more time. I look closer as I see the small “A” written on the wall. I knew that Abby sat right where I did and carved these into the wall. I wonder with what? They kept her alive for two weeks and then decided to kill her. It makes me sick to think about it. I wonder why they kept her alive that long.

I lay myself down onto the mattress and try to think of how I am going to get out of here… alive.

Even though I am dreaming I know that I am having the same dream as before. I am standing on top of the central building for the autonomy. I am looking over the city and for the first time in my life I finally feel safe. I see the city sitting under me and I smile to myself. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I know that I will turn around to see those eyes. Those eyes that I have grown to know. I smile as I feel the hand slid up my arm and to my shoulder as I slowly turn around I look for those eyes. I smile to him as I look up into those eyes. Only this time, unlike the rest, when I pull back to look to him I see the rest of his face. “Ryker,” I gasp. “What are we doing out here?”

“Shh, enjoy it. We won’t be able to for much longer” My eyes flutter open and I can only hope to find Ryker sitting next to me or to find myself sitting anywhere besides the prison that I am currently in.

I sit in my cell that day trying to get an idea of what I could do to get out of here. I walk over to the door and shake it… it doesn’t budge. “Shit” I state and kick as hard as I can. Feeling my toes slam into the door I wince and sit back down on the bed. I pull off my boot and toss it over to the other side of the room. I rub my toes to try to dull the pain and it subsides. I lean back onto my elbows and look up at the ceiling and I feel myself excepting the fact that I am most likely going to die in this combine. I sit back up and try to get comfortable by pulling off my other boot. I toss my left boot across the room and lay back onto my back all within one motion. The heavy boot hits the wall and then falls to the ground. I hear a ting as in metal hitting the ground where the boot fell… My eyes flutter open with recognition…. The knife, I put into my boot before the nomads came for the fight. I smack myself in the head and feel anger in myself for forgetting. How could I forget that it was in there when they tried to jump me in the square?

I pull myself up off the bed and hurry across the room pulling for my boots again and pulling them onto my feet quickly so it doesn’t look like I have done anything at all. I snatch the knife up and tuck it into my pants. I need it to be at my reach within a second. I cannot tempt to put it into my boot again. I am lying back down on the bed and hope that they come back soon. I need to get out of here… quickly. Before they get a hold of the Autonomy and have them on their way here to come and find me… and if they have already gone to them claiming that I am here, it isn’t safe for the group to be here anymore.

Hope you like it!! 

Hope everyone has a magical day and do something to make someone else smile! 

the grammatical illiterate editor.

I recently have gotten my first review on one of my stories... which said something along the lines of good potential but a lot of grammatical errors... which I am completely alright with... and let's be honest this is my short coming... but the person who wrote the review said it was a good story which makes me extremely happy, and makes me want to work on my grammar even more. I will continue to write and I will continue for my work to be out and about, BUT once I feel more comfortable with editing something I will make another attempt of editing it AND if I still do not feel good about what I am doing, I will then pay for someone else to do it.


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Autonomy

And Lastly here is a teaser from my current project... Autonomy... which is subjected to change.

Chapter one

It’s still dark out when I rise from the night of sleep. I know that no one else will be awake and I grab on the first pair of pants that I can find. I throw a shirt over my head and run to the bathroom I wash my face; not knowing the next time I will feel water on my face. I don’t have a lot of time to get ready. It will be time for rec check- as I have started to think of it- in 2 hours I need to leave if I am going to make it anywhere. I grab my bag from the floor that it sits on and walk into the kitchen I grab snacks, something quick to eat without stopping and a couple bottles of water. I throw them into the bag and I look into the mirror one last time. My red hair; almost too red to seem real. My bright green eyes and my non-freckled porcelain skin. I see the bags under my eyes from the nightmares that I have been having the past couple of nights. I’m sorry mom I whisper to myself feeling like I am betraying her. But it’s not her I am running from… it’s the Autonomy. I cannot be here any longer in their grasps. I walk into my mother’s room that hasn’t been occupied in days and pull open her jewelry box. I rummage through it but cannot find anything that I want to keep. I yank open her sock drawer and find a white box. I remember seeing it a few times. I lift the lid and look inside to see a beaded necklace. It’s beautiful and looks fragile and old. I know that she has had it since she was a child. There’s a loop for your neck and where it connects the necklace keeps going but only with one strand then at the end there’s a cross with a man on it. I do not know what this is, but I know that she never wanted to lose it. She kept it hidden so that they wouldn’t find it. I push it into my pocket as I grab one of the oversized black hoodies and walk out the front door. I watch over my shoulder at the empty street, but I keep my head down as I pass the cameras that hang over top of the city. I walk to where I had seen the whole in the chain linked fence and where there are not any guards. I pick up a rock throwing it up to the light pole that stands over the camera… If there isn’t any light to show me escape they will just be looking for me to arrest for destruction, but it’s too early for them to be paying this much attention to a camera, where no one goes to this early in the morning. I throw one more rock knocking out the light on the opposite side of the street I wait for a moment in the darkness and listen to see if any guards are coming after me. This city is so quiet at this time of the morning and I run as fast as I can to the hole in the fence. I force myself to go through it and then I am out. I’m out of the city for good. Until I am finally free. I run for a few feet and then I turn back around. I hear the shouting coming out of the speakers in the city which means that it is time for everyone to wake up… Everyone to wake up, but still two hours before everyone has to check in… I begin to run.

I can hear my footsteps pounding on the ground. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and all I can see around me is the trees. The shouting behind me stopped hours ago, but I know that if I stop my feet from moving that they will catch up. The trees fly past me as I continue to will my legs to go forward. I know that I have been running for hours I can feel my muscles in my legs pleading with me to stop, but I push forward I have to get as far away from the city as possible. They will know before too long that I left. They will figure that out. I begin to slow down and look around. I am in the jungle. The trees have grown up so much around the city that you can’t see to the next town. I remember as a small child looking from the top of one of the buildings that my mother would take me up to and we could see for miles, now you can only see forest. My heart aches as I think of her and I slow to a walk. I take deep breaths but cannot seem to catch my breath. It has been dark for hours, I started at dawn. I slow my pace and come to a stop I have to be far enough away from them to be able to walk.I catch my breath and look around me. I’m not sure where I am or if I’m even still in Georgia. I kneel over so that I can catch my breath and sit down on the ground. I slip into a shallow sleep for a little bit and when I open my eyes again I see that dawn is breaking once again. I have now been free from control for an entire day. I get up and start walking again.

“Stop” I hear the shout come from behind me and then I hear the slight click of the hammer on the gun being pulled back. I go ridged I know that they have found me “What’s your name? Where are you from? What are you doing out here all alone?”

“My name is Cole, I’m from Atlanta, look I don’t have anything on me to hurt you with.” I say knowing that he has a gun pointed at my head; I don’t blame him for this. The grass is surrounding me almost up to my waist I know why it was easy for them to hide from me. I can conjure up a memory when everything was still relatively flat.

“Atlanta?” he asks

“That’s where one of the regiments are.” A new voice says to him.

“I know” he shouts back to the other man “You’re apart of them?” He directs into my direction.

“No” I shriek

“Then why were you in Atlanta?” I now feel the barrel press against to the back of my head.

“Well..” I mutter pulling up the courage to tell them “I was a part of them” I admit and I’m not sure if it is a good idea or not “But I left.”

“Why, are you a spy for them? Out here to see what we are up to.” The second voice says.

“No” I gasp as I turn around seeing his face; his deep blue eyes seer into me. “I left because I realized that they are not right. That they had me brainwashed.” I left because they killed my mother; I left because I dreamt of you… I want to say, but he won’t understand, they would think that I was crazy. I think to the dreams… about seeing these blue eyes up close to my face… closer than anyone had ever been to me in my life. He has been in my dreams since I was a child.

“I’m sorry” I hear the first voice say “but we don’t have any other choice. We have to do this”

“Don’t apologies.” I say “If you don’t do it. I’m sure they are going to be out looking for me and kill me by tomorrow morning.” I see his eyes search mine, and in that moment I wonder if he has had the same dreams. I sigh as he pushes the gun barrel closer to my head and I suck in all the air that my lungs can fill knowing that any second I will hear the shot go off before it enters my skull, if I have to die I’m glad that his face and those eyes are the last image I will ever see. Although, I have just met him, with the dreams that I have had I feel like I have known him my whole life. I take a deep breath and I hear him exhale as well. I have seen this enough times to know that this is what people do right before they pull the trigger. I close my eyes.

The mastermind

Here's a second teaser of the day...

from my second novel Your Own Disaster...

I heard footsteps behind me as I sharply turn the corner and begin to pass the back entrance of the bar when I slammed into a hard body in front of me.

“August, my love” my knees give out yet again as I heard the accent come over me as he embraces me leaning down to whisper in my ear “Play along… there is a man following behind you” he silently told me. Then he raised his voice and began to speak again “I was waiting for you and I couldn’t find you so I came out here to look for you and here you are.” he smiled; oh, that smile.

“Yes” I stammered over my words “I just came out the front to get some air.” I see Lucas watch the guy from the corner of his eyes.

“He’s gone.” He told me releasing his grip around my body. As soon as he let go I instantly wished for his arms to be back around my body. I see his eyes intensely stare at me. “Why are you out here so late walking by yourself?” he questioned me.

“Alright, dad, if you must know I was on my way home.”

“This late, by yourself?”

“Yes, I never planned on staying this late to begin with.”

“Alright I see.” He paused looking back to the door again “Well, let me take you home.” He suggested.

“No, thank you. I am fine walking.” I retorted to him.

“Alright then, let me walk you home.”

“That’s not going to happen.” I snapped at him.

“Well, then I’m going to walk behind you until you get home. Then once you get inside your home safe I will walk back.”

“If that’s what you want to do” I told him. He just smiled his crooked smile at me.

“It is”

I turned around in a huff and started to storm off in the direction of my apartment. I noticed that he stayed about 6 paces behind me at all times.

“Natural or not?” he asked me.

“What?” I snapped back

“I’m sorry” he laughed “The hair, it’s extremely bright red I’ve never seen a color that bright, so I have to ask.”

“Oh, it’s fake, but I’ve been dying it for so long that no one remembers what my natural color is.” I admit to him causing him to laugh out.

“Why red? I mean most girls go for blonde” that’s the first comment that made my feet stop and turn around to face him causing him to come closer to me than he had intended to be.

“Because I’m not like most girls” I said pointing a finger to his face. “Plus, it’s the most unnatural, natural color. It’s my rebellion against the cliché of what you are supposed to do as an adult.” He looked to me with almost a confused look on his face, and I turned back around to continue my course toward my home.

“Why don’t you want to become famous isn’t that every singers ambition?” I asked him a few moments later, him still 6 paces behind me.

“Probably most I guess. Fame is just something that I have never been worried about. I mean I have a great day job and I do this because I want to and sure it helps with the bills. How did you know that anyways?”

“Will and I went to high school together, we haven’t really talked in years but he wanted me to come out to this and when he stopped to ask me what I thought of them I asked about your band because I had never heard of you guys.”

“Will from the band that went on before us?”

“Yea”

“How old are you?” he asked me

“Why is that relevant to this situation?” I questioned him

“Just trying to make conversation here I will go first. I am 26… now your turn.”

“25” I told him rolling my eyes at him.

“So I have to ask why didn’t Will make sure you got home safe?” he questioned me, I thought that I heard a slight bit of sarcasm in his voice when he said his name

“I told you we aren’t close”

“So why did he invite you out here if he isn’t interested or close to you?”

“Because I work for the paper doing a music column.”

“That’s you? I’ve read it a few times. It’s really good.”

“Thank you” I looked over and realized that he had managed to catch up and is walking right next to me as I come to stop looking up to my apartment. “Well this is me.” I told him.

“Well, August, it has been a pleasure saving your life now twice since I have met you.”

“Thank you for those by the way.” I smiled to him, and caught his eyes making eye contact. Before I realized what exactly was happening I felt him throw his arms around me; me following his lead, and his mouth upon mine and my forceful kiss in his return. I pulled my key from my pocket and opened the door to the complex pulling him inside with me. We made it up to my apartment, I pulled him inside with me, and he pulled away from me for a moment…

“This is not what I had intended when I offered to walk you home” my knees went weak again and he caught me.

“Shut up” I simply said to him causing him to laugh and I felt his lips crash to mine again. He lifted me off from my toes and I wrapped my legs around his body bringing him in closer to me and felt my butt rest on the kitchen counter and I realized that he wasn’t sure where to go.

“Down the hall on the left” I whispered in his ear and thought for a moment that I felt his body shiver as I said it. I felt him pick me up once again and pull me into my bedroom. I felt my head touch the bed followed by the rest of my body and felt the warmth, muscle on top of me. I wanted to see what he held underneath the black shirt that covered the remaining tattoos on his arms. I grabbed at the bottom of the shirt, lifting it over his head, and gasping at the tattooed covered torso.

“Oh, fuck me” I shouted out. Realizing that I had just shouted this out loud I looked to him and he had a questionable smirk on his face. “The tattoos” I managed to mutter out, and watched him nod telling me that he understood. He then grabbed the shirt tails of my shirt revealing the pale skin underneath my long sleeve shirt. He pointed at my left ribcage and my right hip pointing out my own tattoos.

“Nice” he said.

“Thanks… there’s more.” I responded to him pulling his mouth back to mine.

I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I wasn’t sure how many drinks I had actually had and for some unknown reason whenever I got drunk I woke up ungodly early. The first thing I noticed when I awoke was that I was naked, but I was in my bed… which I had done alone before. It wasn’t until I rolled over and saw Lucas lying next to me did I get the flooding thoughts of last night’s escapades.

I got ready for work as quietly as possible and when I was finished I sat down in my chair I had in my bedroom which faced the bed. I just looked at him for 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do. I walked to the spare room which also was used as an office and grabbed the stack of post-it notes out of the drawer with a sharpie and walked back into my bedroom scribbling down

Lucas-

I had to go ahead and leave for an early meeting. Feel free to grab anything to eat from the kitchen if you could just lock the door on your way out. Thanks

-A-

I looked him over wondering where would be the best place to leave this. Bathroom… what if he doesn’t go in? Nightstand… what if he doesn’t see it? Pillow… what if he rolls onto it? Fuck it I thought as I reached across the bed and slapped it gently onto his forehead. Well hopefully it won’t get lost now. He makes a sound and I instantly freeze not sure if I am going to be able to make it out of this house without him waking up and finding me in the act of leaving. I slowly turn around completely expecting to find him looking at me. When I look over my shoulder I see that he is still asleep though. I raced for the front door

I know it’s an awful thing to do when you feel the need to explain yourself but I left with that pulling out my phone as I descended the stairs to call Emma feeling that I was doing a walk of shame out of my own apartment.

“Hey Auggie” she said as she answers “It’s it still really early I figured you would be dragging ass since you went to that concert last night.”

“Em, can you meet me at the diner?”

“Oh no, what did you do?”

The struggling author

I have decided to put up some teasers for my novels that I have written...

Here is a teaser from Hate me...

For some reason at that moment I get distracted and see a couple to the right hand side of the room sit down. The woman is beautiful… she is about five foot seven, long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a huge rack… I look down at myself in the dress I had picked out for the evening and sighed my chest would never look as good in anything as hers does in that stupid dress. Then the man that is with her gets up and walks to the bathroom… Mark is still talking about whatever he is saying as I am trying to pay attention I see the man from the table with the beautiful blonde walk out of the bathroom… SAM I shout in my head… how did I not know it was him… My arm falls from its position and knocks over the glass of water on the table. Shit. Mark slides his chair back and the waiter runs over and brings me a new water and a towel to clean up my mess.. I sit there embarrassed… and I move over seats so that my back is to their table saying that my chair has gotten wet from the water. The waiter looks to me confused and I just shake my head. I can’t believe Sam is here with her.

“You know I’m not feeling well all of a sudden.” I say…. I just couldn’t stand to see him here with her. I was worried that for a second that Mark was going to be upset with me… “I’m sorry” I half-heartedly say...

“It’s alright…” as he says this our food came to the table… “Actually I’m sorry to do this but the lady isn’t feeling well and we really need to get going could you bring over a couple of boxes so we could take it with us and bring the check”

“Right away” the waiter responds and walks back… we pay for the check and start to leave... when we leave we have to walk past the table… and Mark is in front of me pulling me along behind him…

“Shit” I remark as a drop my purse right before the exit… and my phone falls out and behind me… I am forced to turn around and bend over to get it… As I’m standing up I glance up and find Sam’s eyes on me. I see him move to get up from his chair and big breasts move her hand to his... he looks down at her for a moment but by the time that he looks back up I will already be out the door because I cannot stand to look at him… all that talk of finding a different assignment and he’s having dinner with big breasts… ugh I huffed off in frustration… before I left I saw a look of frustration in Sam’s eyes… we get back to the car and again Mark opens my door for me and I smile again…

“Look, I’m sorry I’m just not feeling so well”                                                                             

“I understand Trish. It’s not a problem” he was so nice about it… Then my phone buzzed

Sam: Looks it’s not what you think it is…

I had already decided that I wasn’t having this conversation. So I didn’t respond… Next thing I know we are back at my apartment and my phone buzzes again

Sam: Let me explain

I still had planned on not having this conversation… I get out of the car and so did Mark he walks me to the front door of my building where I thought he was going to turn around and walk back to his car and leave when he said

“Can I come to make sure you make it alright to your house?”

“Yea, that’s fine… look I feel bad about dinner why don’t you come up and have dinner that we ordered”

“I would like that” he smiles and walks through the door with me… I started to head for the stairs and he looked at me strange and points to the elevator and questions me...

“Elevators freak me out” he chuckles at my answer “don’t laugh… there’s many things that could happen… they could break and we could die in there” I tell him and he starts laughing harder as we ascend the stairs up to my apartment…

“I think your being a little dramatic”

“I told you before complicated” I point to myself trying to make him understand that it wasn’t just my life that was complicated but it was also me…

“Alright I agree you warned me ahead of time” I feel my phone buzz again as we make it to the entrance to my floor…

Sam: Will you please talk to me I huff not wanting to have this conversation

Me: No

Sam: Why

Me: Because I am on my date and I don’t want to have this conversation right now

“Sorry” I look say to Mark

“Over protective friend?” he asks

“Yea”

“What does he want?” he asks me

“Nothing just seeing how the date is going”

“Oh he knows?” he pauses. “Why do you seem aggravated then?”

“Cause he won’t leave me alone.” I laugh as I unlock my door, and we walk in the apartment…

“Wow… this is an incredibly place you have here. WOAH… what’s with all the locks?”

“Hey don’t criticize my apartment…” I laugh… “I know it’s a little ridiculous but this is how I got it”

“Trish… how do you afford all this?” he asks me.

“I told you rich aunt…”

“Do your parent’s help out..?”

“Um… yea kinda” I respond... ugh… I don’t want to make up stories right now… my brain is already in overload…

“Trish I have to ask… are you close to your parents? I ask because I’ve heard you mention your aunt more than your parents” he asks

“Well we used to be… but I don’t talk to them anymore” definitely trying to avoid lying “I moved here in a way to get away from them” technically it’s not a complete lie.

“That’s awful to hear… ready to eat?” he asks… yes and he breaks out the to-go food that we had just gotten from the restaurant.

“Do you want a beer or some wine to go with it?” I ask him…

“Want to spilt a bottle of wine?” he asks.

“Sure” I agree... we sit down and start  to eat… it feels natural to talk to him in such a calm place knowing that I wouldn’t see Sam or Big Breasts… we had a great time eating our food not having to be fancy and proper in the safety of my own home… he was funny and charming… He made me laugh and made me forget for a moment or two that Sam who has always implied that if things were different he would be with me and watch out for me… but he sure doesn’t waste any time to go off to dinner with big breasts but I guess I couldn’t be too upset because here I was doing the same thing.

writer, editor...graphic designer?

It can manage to be frustrating sometimes because I am too stubborn to ask for help so I do everything on my own... especially when it comes to writing I believe that I am to worried about what people will think about my writing that I do not ask for someone to edit it... and I mange to do the covers myself... although I truthfully enjoy this part beyond belief... SO, I have finished my cover for my paperback edition of my novel... which I am hoping to be able to receive and have sit on my shelf in the next few days!!! (considering that createspace is in charleston or columbia... one of the two it is usually here in a day or two at the most) well here is what it is going to look like!!! 

DUN DUN DUN

hope anyone who reads this thinks its as amazing as I do! 

Again have a magically day and do something to make someone smile

-N