Hello All! First off, I want to apologize for my absence. It's been what, almost a year? While I shouldn't have to explain myself, I feel like I owe it to you all to let you know that I did not simply forget about you, in fact I've thought about you all and my stories almost every day! Some extremely large family changes and moving and school issues have been consuming my time, but I've decided that I can't take it anymore, I need to go back to what's important to me- and this is it! So if you're hopping back on the bandwagon I want to thank you for being willing to continue Paul and Haley's story with me! And I want to let you know...that the wait will DEFINITELY pay off ;)
I guess I should start by telling you that I'm standing in the middle of my Aunt's kitchen, dripping wet with seaweed in my hair wearing nothing but a dirty, torn up white button down shirt covered in blood.
"What. In the HELL. Happened to you?!" Yaya screamed, dropping the plate in her hands, turkey meat scattering across the floor.
What had happened to me? I'm sure you're wondering the same thing aren't you? I mean we haven't really spoken in months, and it isn't quite fair for me to just hop right into the middle of a story without explaining myself right? Well that's the problem. I'm not sure if it's been months. I'm not sure if it's been days. I'm not even sure of where I'm at right now. The only thing lingering in the back of my mind is one single name, one buzzing, irritating, stinging name burning through the back of my brain. Paul Lahote.