Author- Catie - Knucky15@aol.com
Chapter 5- The Truth In Pictures
I dialed the last number. 'This is it. No turning back.' if I really tried, I could've just hung up right then and there, but I didn't.
"Hello?" answered the soft voice on the other side. I was sitting in a chair and I kept wiping the sweat off my palms onto my jeans.
"Hi, is Mandy there?" I knew she was the person speaking, but it was just a tendency of mine.
"Speaking. Who's calling?" I remember just hoping she hadn't forgotten me already.
"L-Lan-Landon." I stuttered, and I never stutter.
"Hey! I was beginning to think you forgot about me." I smiled as if she was right in front of me, blushing.
"No. I was just." I couldn't think of an excuse. Maybe if it was 6 years earlier I could, but not now. "Busy." She never asked why. In some ways I think she knew the truth. Mandy, like Jamie, had this way about her, she just knew her.
"So would you like to get together tonight?" she asked innocently. I looked at my clock. It was 7 pm, pretty late, but I had to see her.
"Sure.how about I cook dinner?" Those words just slipped out of my mouth. 'Cook? Damn!'
"That sounds wonderful! I'll be over in a few minutes. See you then."
"Bye." I hung up proudly. I rushed upstairs and got dressed. I put on a dress shirt and kakis on. When the doorbell rang, I jumped. I wiped my forehead and made my way to the door.
I know that I paused at the door. I took a deep breath and reached for the knob. As I pulled at the door I kept my eyes focused on the ground. When I looked up, time froze.
At first it felt like I went back in time or something. Her face was Jamie, but it almost seemed like a "newer" type of Jamie.
"Hey!" as she spoke I realized I was holding my breath. Mandy had a long sleeved black shirt, and jeans.
"Hi." My face must've been red, I felt so shy, almost embarrassed. I just kept staring at her, until Mandy broke the silence.
"Chilly out, isn't it?"
"Want to come in?"
"That would be nice." I pushed the door open some more letting Mandy in. She looked around, in complete awe, at the house. "This house is beautiful." I nodded. For some reason I grew used to people complimenting the house. "Do you live here alone?" The 1st thing I thought was how stupid it would be to say I live with my mother. But I knew she'd catch on.
"No. This is actually my mother's house. I'm just staying here till I can get my own place." Mandy nodded and looked at some photographs on the wall. At 1st I didn't care, but then I realized she'd see the ones of Jamie and I.
"Where is she?" Mandy asked. I could feel my stomach tighten and the air get hotter.
"Who?" I asked panicky.
"Your mother" My heart rate slowed back to normal.
"Oh.her. She's on some cruise for the summer."
"It must feel nice having this whole house to yourself." I noticed her eyes were getting closer and closer to the pictures of Jamie and I.
"Not really." I felt so relieved when she turned around. "Its actually lonelier."
"I guess your right. How old are you again?"
"24." She nodded, almost as if she knew the answer already. She seemed so interested in the pictures when she turned around again. Almost as if she was searching for the story behind them. I saw her eyes move to the next picture, the wedding picture. It was too late now. 'She saw it.' I saw her eyes widen. My heart raced, my mind became a blur. I tool my hand out of my pocket and looked at the ring. 'She knows.' I don't exactly know why I wanted to keep it a secret. I guess I thought if she knew she'd be afraid. Maybe I was really the one who was afraid.
"That's you." she said, sounding at a loss for words. There was nothing I could do now."
"Yeah." was all I managed to say. I knew what would come next. The questions.
"I didn't know you were married." Her eyes glanced downward and that was when she saw the ring. "God I'm so blind." she muttered, and looked back up. "Where is she now?" I remember my 1st thought was just to say "away for the week" but I couldn't.
"Heaven." I said softly. I looked at her eyes. They didn't seem shocked anymore. They turned to a look of care. It was all too predictable. Next would come the "I'm so sorry." and then the awkward silence.
"How long has it been?" my mind froze for a second. 'She is really different from everyone else.'
"6 years." I could've said the exact months and days too, but that never goes over big.
"Wow, what were married at? When you were 15?" I think she intended it as a joke, but I didn't laugh.
"We were married when we were 18." She looked back at the picture.
"What was her name?" I knew this would be weird. Just a few weeks ago she heard our "story".
"Jamie Sullivan." She turned to me, eyes wide again.
"You are her husband?" I nodded and looked down at my feet. "So that's how you knew the whole story." I nodded again. "You are the one that did all that stuff for her?" I nodded again. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shrugged. "Say something please." I looked up. I didn't want to talk. I hadn't really talked about her in years. Even with Rev. Sullivan I didn't say much. A conversation would start soon with Mandy, about Mandy. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
"I think I should start dinner now."
TBC!!!
Now I'm off to WRITE (not type sorry) the next chapter of Brand New Walk! Listening to a really awesome "Good Charlotte" song! YAY!
Chapter 5- The Truth In Pictures
I dialed the last number. 'This is it. No turning back.' if I really tried, I could've just hung up right then and there, but I didn't.
"Hello?" answered the soft voice on the other side. I was sitting in a chair and I kept wiping the sweat off my palms onto my jeans.
"Hi, is Mandy there?" I knew she was the person speaking, but it was just a tendency of mine.
"Speaking. Who's calling?" I remember just hoping she hadn't forgotten me already.
"L-Lan-Landon." I stuttered, and I never stutter.
"Hey! I was beginning to think you forgot about me." I smiled as if she was right in front of me, blushing.
"No. I was just." I couldn't think of an excuse. Maybe if it was 6 years earlier I could, but not now. "Busy." She never asked why. In some ways I think she knew the truth. Mandy, like Jamie, had this way about her, she just knew her.
"So would you like to get together tonight?" she asked innocently. I looked at my clock. It was 7 pm, pretty late, but I had to see her.
"Sure.how about I cook dinner?" Those words just slipped out of my mouth. 'Cook? Damn!'
"That sounds wonderful! I'll be over in a few minutes. See you then."
"Bye." I hung up proudly. I rushed upstairs and got dressed. I put on a dress shirt and kakis on. When the doorbell rang, I jumped. I wiped my forehead and made my way to the door.
I know that I paused at the door. I took a deep breath and reached for the knob. As I pulled at the door I kept my eyes focused on the ground. When I looked up, time froze.
At first it felt like I went back in time or something. Her face was Jamie, but it almost seemed like a "newer" type of Jamie.
"Hey!" as she spoke I realized I was holding my breath. Mandy had a long sleeved black shirt, and jeans.
"Hi." My face must've been red, I felt so shy, almost embarrassed. I just kept staring at her, until Mandy broke the silence.
"Chilly out, isn't it?"
"Want to come in?"
"That would be nice." I pushed the door open some more letting Mandy in. She looked around, in complete awe, at the house. "This house is beautiful." I nodded. For some reason I grew used to people complimenting the house. "Do you live here alone?" The 1st thing I thought was how stupid it would be to say I live with my mother. But I knew she'd catch on.
"No. This is actually my mother's house. I'm just staying here till I can get my own place." Mandy nodded and looked at some photographs on the wall. At 1st I didn't care, but then I realized she'd see the ones of Jamie and I.
"Where is she?" Mandy asked. I could feel my stomach tighten and the air get hotter.
"Who?" I asked panicky.
"Your mother" My heart rate slowed back to normal.
"Oh.her. She's on some cruise for the summer."
"It must feel nice having this whole house to yourself." I noticed her eyes were getting closer and closer to the pictures of Jamie and I.
"Not really." I felt so relieved when she turned around. "Its actually lonelier."
"I guess your right. How old are you again?"
"24." She nodded, almost as if she knew the answer already. She seemed so interested in the pictures when she turned around again. Almost as if she was searching for the story behind them. I saw her eyes move to the next picture, the wedding picture. It was too late now. 'She saw it.' I saw her eyes widen. My heart raced, my mind became a blur. I tool my hand out of my pocket and looked at the ring. 'She knows.' I don't exactly know why I wanted to keep it a secret. I guess I thought if she knew she'd be afraid. Maybe I was really the one who was afraid.
"That's you." she said, sounding at a loss for words. There was nothing I could do now."
"Yeah." was all I managed to say. I knew what would come next. The questions.
"I didn't know you were married." Her eyes glanced downward and that was when she saw the ring. "God I'm so blind." she muttered, and looked back up. "Where is she now?" I remember my 1st thought was just to say "away for the week" but I couldn't.
"Heaven." I said softly. I looked at her eyes. They didn't seem shocked anymore. They turned to a look of care. It was all too predictable. Next would come the "I'm so sorry." and then the awkward silence.
"How long has it been?" my mind froze for a second. 'She is really different from everyone else.'
"6 years." I could've said the exact months and days too, but that never goes over big.
"Wow, what were married at? When you were 15?" I think she intended it as a joke, but I didn't laugh.
"We were married when we were 18." She looked back at the picture.
"What was her name?" I knew this would be weird. Just a few weeks ago she heard our "story".
"Jamie Sullivan." She turned to me, eyes wide again.
"You are her husband?" I nodded and looked down at my feet. "So that's how you knew the whole story." I nodded again. "You are the one that did all that stuff for her?" I nodded again. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shrugged. "Say something please." I looked up. I didn't want to talk. I hadn't really talked about her in years. Even with Rev. Sullivan I didn't say much. A conversation would start soon with Mandy, about Mandy. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
"I think I should start dinner now."
TBC!!!
Now I'm off to WRITE (not type sorry) the next chapter of Brand New Walk! Listening to a really awesome "Good Charlotte" song! YAY!