(That night)
The house was pitch black without a sound in the house except for the crickets outside the bedroom window. Grace opened her big eyes and examined her situation; her husband was sleeping and had his arm thrown over her stomach and he held onto her by her hip. She needed to get out of bed without waking him up. Grace gently lifted his hand off of her and placed it neatly onto his own chest which he carelessly started scratching then with a huge roar of a snore he turned onto his side turning his face away from her. Grace slipped out of bed and quietly made her way towards the office and the journal.
"CRASH!!SNAP!!" Grace hit the floor with a thud as she tripped over a stool that A.J must have left in the middle of the room. "Shit" her voice was hushed as she straightened herself and listened to see if he woke up. She couldn't hear anything.Her feet skidded delicately over the floor boards then she dropped down to her knees and began feeling for the loose floor board.
Grace lifted,pulled, tugged and jerked at the floor board but it refused to come up. She knew this was the one but she couldn't move it. Her heart began to race. Mentally she began counting the floor boards again and again she counted tapping and listening for the hollow sound. It always stopped at the one that she couldn't pull up.Her hands felt there way to the large drawer that was just above her head. She felt the golden handle and gingerly pulled it and began rummaging through the overflowing drawer. "Ow!" she threw her hands over her mouth and listened.... nothing. She immediately looked at her finger which was bleeding.... I must have pricked it on a tack or something she thought. She put her hands once again into the drawer searching,searching. "It's got to be here. I know he has it." she listened to the sounds of little objects clanking and making quiet scratching noises. "There it is!" She pulled a large screwdriver from the drawer of trinkets. It was long with a dull silver head and shaft (tehehehe..sorry Im immature)the handle was made of worn navy blue rubber but sections were wrapped in ductape.
She lowered her tool to the floor and again found the board. After a minute she finally pried it up and she quickly and quietly set both the board and the screwdriver aside. Her hands reached into the hollow hole. She felt around and finally got her hands on the leather book. She lifted it out and set it aside. She reached for the screwdriver and put it back into the drawer.She again lifted the book and held it in her hands when suddenly the lights came on.
"Grace? What are you doing?" A.J's face turned from curious to furious. "THATS MINE!!!" Grace went cold as A.J charged at her grabbing roughly for the journal. Her mouth gaped as she stood in her pajamas caught stealing. " I...uhh....ummm...uhh...well you see...I..." She was abruptly interrupted "SHUT UP! You're always borrowing my things and telling me what to do and I always let you get away with treating me like a child and being weird and quiet! If I ever did anything like that you'd kill me....you've gone too far this time.....I mean my journal?! What's wrong with you?!?!" He raised his arm as if to hit her. Grace dropped to the floor and covered her face and head. He simply reached for the car keys and stormed out the door slamming it so hard the wood splintered and snapped, and Grace was left alone to go over what had just happened.
The house was pitch black without a sound in the house except for the crickets outside the bedroom window. Grace opened her big eyes and examined her situation; her husband was sleeping and had his arm thrown over her stomach and he held onto her by her hip. She needed to get out of bed without waking him up. Grace gently lifted his hand off of her and placed it neatly onto his own chest which he carelessly started scratching then with a huge roar of a snore he turned onto his side turning his face away from her. Grace slipped out of bed and quietly made her way towards the office and the journal.
"CRASH!!SNAP!!" Grace hit the floor with a thud as she tripped over a stool that A.J must have left in the middle of the room. "Shit" her voice was hushed as she straightened herself and listened to see if he woke up. She couldn't hear anything.Her feet skidded delicately over the floor boards then she dropped down to her knees and began feeling for the loose floor board.
Grace lifted,pulled, tugged and jerked at the floor board but it refused to come up. She knew this was the one but she couldn't move it. Her heart began to race. Mentally she began counting the floor boards again and again she counted tapping and listening for the hollow sound. It always stopped at the one that she couldn't pull up.Her hands felt there way to the large drawer that was just above her head. She felt the golden handle and gingerly pulled it and began rummaging through the overflowing drawer. "Ow!" she threw her hands over her mouth and listened.... nothing. She immediately looked at her finger which was bleeding.... I must have pricked it on a tack or something she thought. She put her hands once again into the drawer searching,searching. "It's got to be here. I know he has it." she listened to the sounds of little objects clanking and making quiet scratching noises. "There it is!" She pulled a large screwdriver from the drawer of trinkets. It was long with a dull silver head and shaft (tehehehe..sorry Im immature)the handle was made of worn navy blue rubber but sections were wrapped in ductape.
She lowered her tool to the floor and again found the board. After a minute she finally pried it up and she quickly and quietly set both the board and the screwdriver aside. Her hands reached into the hollow hole. She felt around and finally got her hands on the leather book. She lifted it out and set it aside. She reached for the screwdriver and put it back into the drawer.She again lifted the book and held it in her hands when suddenly the lights came on.
"Grace? What are you doing?" A.J's face turned from curious to furious. "THATS MINE!!!" Grace went cold as A.J charged at her grabbing roughly for the journal. Her mouth gaped as she stood in her pajamas caught stealing. " I...uhh....ummm...uhh...well you see...I..." She was abruptly interrupted "SHUT UP! You're always borrowing my things and telling me what to do and I always let you get away with treating me like a child and being weird and quiet! If I ever did anything like that you'd kill me....you've gone too far this time.....I mean my journal?! What's wrong with you?!?!" He raised his arm as if to hit her. Grace dropped to the floor and covered her face and head. He simply reached for the car keys and stormed out the door slamming it so hard the wood splintered and snapped, and Grace was left alone to go over what had just happened.