Hey... I am sorry I have been taking so long to update, this week has been well bad. Now this story has nothing to do with Blue Blood, but it is a little something I wrote for school and well I just wanted to make it up to you by giving you something to read from my. If you lve my work. Any way this is a section of my book that I am writing. This the preface. As I said before I am sorry and I hope to get the next chapter up soon. And I am running short on Ideas so If you could please give me some in a review I would love that. And please feel free to critic this story if you want.
Him for her
Wild wind whipped around the tan base of the house. Swiftly the wind danced through the opened widow scraping my face as I sat on the window seat staring out the window. The wind lightly pulled at my auburn hair. The bright green that once sparkled in my eyes was now pierced red as salty water streamed from my tear ducts. I turned from the outside world, pulled my legs to my chest and gazed at a large plastic laundry basket that sat in the middle of my dimly lit room. My eyes swelled with tears as I tried not to think about what happened just three days earlier. Despite my fighting my eyes slid closed and allowed the frightening memory to play in my head as I slipped into unconsciousness.
The day started like any other. There was a clear sky just the perfect shade of blue, and the heat was as bad as any other day. The only thing that separated this from the rest was that today Jenny, my mom, and Sam, my step dad, were going away leaving Jake and myself alone for five days. Now that we were both 16 Sam was taking my mom on their second honeymoon and they trusted us to behave. I watched my mom tap her foot on the tile waiting for Sam to finish packing. "Hurry honey," she said in the baby voice she always uses with Sam. Finally he flew down the stairs and into the foyer. "Amber, Jake..." she called still in the baby voice "Come say good bye." I stood and followed Jake.
As I entered the room I looked at Sam, he had one hand on my mom's waist and the other held a stuffed luggage case. Jenny pulled both Jake and I into a tight hug kissing us both on the forehead then the lips. "Now you two behave, I trust you, and I asked Katie –our neighbor – to call if there are any parties." Jake and I rolled our eyes. "Ok mom." we said in unison with the same annoyed voice. She hugged us once more then picked up the bag by her feet. After her final goodbye Sam led her to the car and they drove off. I turned to find Jake walking into the living room, flop down on the couch and changed the channel. I frowned and marched into the same room. "Who told you that you could change the channel!" I hissed. "I was watching that." Jake smirked and glared at the TV.
I stamped my foot and moved closer reaching for the remote but in one quick, swift movement he jerked the remote away and cackled. I growled and moved for it once more. But this time jumped to his feet staring at me with evil eyes. I glared back, his face just inches from mine. "You want the remote?" He said, his voice blowing the stench from a week old burrito he ate for breakfast in my face. He did not let me answer. "Well you're going to have to be a lot quicker than that." He snapped at me. He stepped back holding the remote just within my grasp. I reached for it but he jerked it away snickering. "I can see why you have no friends, you are as slow as a turtle and you are so dull and boring even a game of chess would get bored of you." He laughed at his joke. My eyes narrowed. "Well at least I am not an overpowering conceded jerk." I fired back then turned on my heal and stormed to the kitchen.
I flung the fridge door open, grabbed a water and moved to the garage door. I reached for the handle when I saw the gold knob jiggle. I froze and listened closely. "It seems to be empty." I heard a husky voice say. I gasped hoping they did not find the key. "There has to be a key around here somewhere." I heard a velvet smooth voice reply. I quickly clasped my hand to my mouth to stop from screaming. I then turned and ran to the living room tripping over the chair as I went. I scrambled up quickly and flew around the corner. "Someone is trying to break in." I said in a loud whisper. Jake looked up, rolled his brown eyes. "I forgot crazy..." Jake mumbled turning back to the TV. "Jake really..." I sobbed "I heard a voice coming from the garage." He looked at me, his gaze meeting mine. I was sure he could tell I was not lying. "Did you really hea-" he started to say but was interrupted by a loud bang. He looked at me his eyes struck with the same fear in mine. We then heard the key being slid into the lock.
Jake stood up. "Come on" he said "We need to get out of here." I nodded then went to the stairs too petrified to speak. I looked at him and he nodded as if he knew what I was thinking. We ran up the stairs, Jakes hand on my back to keep me from falling. I reached the top and watched as he headed to his room. I grabbed his wrist finally finding my voice. "No, your room is not a good place to hide," I said my voice shaking. I pulled his arm leading him to my room.
We entered the room, the blinds were closed and the lights off. I looked around, the silence was unbearable. Within the silence I could hear the fait shuffle of the men below. "The basket" Jake murmured to me.
"What?" I replied looking at him then the basket. "Get in," he ordered me. I blinked "But…" I started to protest but his hand flung up to stop me. "Get in!" He ordered through gritted teeth. I sighed in defeat then sat in the laundry basket my legs folded against my chest. I watched as he scampered around trying to find a good place to hide. I could now hear voices first faint then grew getting louder and louder. Soon I could tell they were coming up the stairs. I held my breath as footsteps boomed up the stairs.
My heart started to race as if I just ran 20 miles. I watched the door listening intently. I jumped as the door handle jiggled. As the knob slowly turned I started to think of what to do as my mind panicked, I remembered that earlier I had dropped the home phone in the laundry basket. I slowly started to feel around looking for the phone. My eyes were glued to the door which was now slightly open. Finally my hand found the phone and turned it on. I was still watching as the door silently screeched open. I looked to Jake; he was frozen in a stand still watching the door his eyes blazing with fear. I then started to slowly dial a 9 then a 1 followed by another 1. I was still watching the door which was now more than halfway open. I let the phone ring till I thought someone answered then hung up.
I gasped as I saw a man dressed in all black step into my room look around the room. His eyes passing where I hid. His gaze rested on Jake. I watched as his hand lifted a black gun in his hand. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my body. My eyes moved to my twin brother. I heard a bang and watched as his body fell to the ground.
My eyes blinked open, my chest was moving rapidly up and down. I took a deep breath trying to hold myself together. I stood and went to the door walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom was sitting at the table reading what I guessed was the obituaries. I looked at my mom and she looked at me. Once more my eyes swelled with tears."What wrong?" she asked even though she already knew. I tried not to cry but the tears were unstoppable. My stood and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace. "It's ok honey." she mumbled. I know it is hard for you...you witnessed his death, and I don't expect you to live and forget, but try to remember that he is in a much better place now." She said her voice calm and soft. She stepped away her hand on my shoulders. "It's ok don't cry." She murmured whipping the tears from my flushed face.
The car ride was long, most of the time was spent crying and sobbing. When the limo pulled up to the cemetery I could see the casket hanging over the hole. The priest said some words I did not hear then the men started to lower the casket. I watched, my eyes clouded with tears. I looked around there was almost no one left. I stayed as long as I could. The air was crisp and cold but I did not care. My eyes were glued to the tombstone reading the words over and over. It read "Jake Trifold 1992 – 2008 a loving brother and faithful friend, who will ever forget what he did to save the life of his only sister."
