“Urrrgh, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
I mumble to myself, as the excruciating rap rap rapping on my door once again jabs the feeling of a needle point pin into my migraine. I don’t get them very often, but when I do I wipes me right out. It’s probably because I spent the entire day at the lake with Lucy. I soaked up the perfect amount of sun, it was bliss. Until I managed to go several hours without a drink of water, I didn’t even realize my idiocy.
Lucy said that she’d be back later to check on me, but I didn’t expect her so soon. I rub and pinch at the little space between my eyes. The attempt to relieve any pressure is moot. I sigh and swing the door open, with my eyes hardly open and my focus planted firmly at my feet.
It’s his smell that hits me first.
I don’t have to look up to know who it is. Infact, I don’t even want to look up, so I continue to stare at my feet. Mine and his, both. Our toes are exposed and nearly touching, as my feet are bare and his sandals are slim on the leather. My heart sticks to the inside of my ribs mid-pump, and is unable to finish the motion. It takes so long for the beating to pick back up, that I’m left with a lingering pain at my side while I try my damndest to catch my breath. I only know one person that can pull off such a natural scent of freshness, his musk devine… MAC!
“What are you doing here?” I demand in a shaky voice, and then mentally slap myself for letting it crack.
I’m acutely aware of the bikini I’m still wearing, it’s hardly covered by my ripped booty-shorts. I squirm and shift from one foot to the other. My breath is held, I’m like a statue. A nearly naked and utterly terrified statue.
“Ahnia, did you get my letters?”
Oh my God his voice, I think. I’d forgotten the soothing humm of it. My shoulders relax some in reaction to it, despite our history and the tension of this unexpected visit. Of course I got his letters. He wrote me one every few days, the entire time I was incarcerated. He practically sent me a play by play outline of his entire life, in all of it’s messed up glory.
He never exactly apologized for anything that happened between us, nor the day that landed me in cuffs, but he did confess to an understanding of my silence and reaction to Belle’s death. He also poured his heart out about wanting some sort of mutual peace between us, now that what’s done is done.
To make things even worse, he talks to my brother Tim on occasion, which more than rubs me the wrong way. Tim will forever walk with a limp, yet he smiles in the face of the man who rendered him less than whole. Tim accepts Mac, everything that he is, and everything that he isn’t. He’s even gone as far as to try and convince me to do the same. I never responded to Mac’s letters, but I did give written permission for him to be allowed access to my mental health records. I figured that was the least I could do. If he wanted to know the details of my inner workings, in all honesty, then they were his on a written psychiatric platter.
I clear the lump in my throat, “Yes. I got them.”
“You never replied.” He practically whispers.
Finally, I allow my eyes to wander up the length of him. All the way from his tattered jean shorts to his gloriously messy hair. Our eyes meet, and I’m consumed by him. He has a hand full of tulips, and a postcard in his grip. Tulips, of course, how could I forget!? No wonder he’s here, how did I not see this coming?
Belle had an obsession with Tulips and it was her dream to see the the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival in Washington. She never got to fulfil that dream, as I took her life in my sleep. Mac had mentioned in one of his many letters that taking me to the Tulip Festival some day was his goal, as he believed it would be a productive healing step for us both. Meant to form a possible friendship between us, as well as bring my own soul some peace after my sleepy mistake. Yeah right.
“Tulips,” I breath the word, and stare at them. Their pastel beauty cutting off my airway.
“So you read them? You didn’t reply, but you read them?”
I again meet his gaze, “you can’t possibly think I’m going anywhere with you.”
“I can, and I do.”
“After everything we’ve done to each other?” I retort.
“Yep.” His voice is as soothing and confident as ever. “The past is behind us, Ahnia. We know eachother better than any other two people have ever known one another. You owe it to me, to Belle, to take this trip… and I owe it to you.” Mac’s reluctance on the latter part of his statement doesn’t go unnoticed. “Can I come in?” He asks.
Very slowly, I step to the side. My headache is instantly cleared, and now replaced by sheer terror. One that I can’t escape or refuse. I should have slammed the door in his face and called the police. I should have ran for my life, as not a soul on this planet knows what Mac is capable of, including himself. He’s calculated, and he’s patient, not above acting out whatever character necessary to get what he wants.
The only problem is that I don’t know what he wants. According to his letters, justice has been served, his fiance took off, and he wants nothing more than to pursue an honest friendship with me. It doesn’t make any sense, yet now that he’s here in person I find myself at the mercy of his every will. Just like before, I can’t say no to him. There’s a pull between us, and unexplainable buzz. Despite who he is, and what I am… I sand to the side and let him into my home.
Mac hands me the flowers and card, without saying a word, and helps himself into my fridge. He pulls out a couple of waters, hands one of them to me before waltzing over and plopping himself on my couch and guzzles some. At snail’s pace, I join him but sit on the opposite end. With Mac securely in my peripheral, I stare at the image on the postcard. Each flower in the image all but shouts her name at me.
“No.” I say.
“Yes.” He argues, smoothly.
“Because they’ll only be in bloom for another couple of weeks, and I’m not waiting until next year.”
“No, Mac.” I repeat. I shut my eyes tightly, “I think it’s best if you leave.” I keep my eyes shut, willing him to be gone by the time I open them. I don’t hear the door shut, and my heart doesn’t have the patience to sit like this forever. I open them back up, only to see him scooted even closer to me on the couch.
“Please?” He asks patiently, and with a sympathetic melt in the tiny crows feet around his eyes.
“Mac, it would take days to get there. You said that you wanted to drive, but being trapped in a car together for such a long time, isn’t something that would be good for either of us.” I insist.
“I disagree, and I already have our rooms reserved at a couple of checkpoints along the way.”
I shoot him a pointed look.
“Seperate rooms, of course.” He hurries the correction. “And, they’re non refundable.”
It doesn’t take long for me to cave into his charm. Like deja vu all over again, I find myself ignoring every single alarm in my body telling me that Mac is a liar, and a dangerous man. I pack my bags, and I follow him blindly into the unknown of a cross country roadtrip.
THANKS FOR READING MY SCENE!!
I chose the characters from my new thriller novella, Justice for Belle. It’ll be released on the 15th of this month… two weeks!! WOW, where does the time go!? If you’d like an ARC of Justice for Belle to review, then please see R&R Book Tours HERE, they’ll be available for a couple more months!
Mac is a mysterious character in this book, and as some pre-release reviews are rolling in, a couple of people have mentioned wanting to know what becomes of him after the story… SO, I used that request (per-say) to put a little taste of Mac’s future into the readers hands… you’re welcome lol.
Now, as for the participants in this months ‘Road Trip’ challange, I’m really nervous about missing any! WordPress is being really weird, as I mentioned in a post a few days ago with my bullet points and spellcheck having disapeared…. NOW my notifications are hit and miss as well. SO, if you’ve linked me into your participating scene and I didn’t get the notification then please please let me know! One that I’m linking in here, I just kind of found today, even though I didn’t get a notification *Face palm*.
CHECK OUT THESE LOVELY WIP CHARACTER SCENES FROM APRIL PARTICIPANTS:
HERES HOW IT WORKS:
As the initiator: Every month I’ll give a real time circumstance, hang out spot, or every day situation. I’ll post the exact scene/challenge the first week of every month.
As an Author/challenge joiner: All you need to do is use the characters from your WIP (work in progress), or even a published works, and plug them into the given scene for a short story style post. It can be funny, serious, deadly, really just whatever you want as long as it’s true to your characters (as in, what they would actually do in this situation)!! It’s a fun way to be creative with those personalities that you as their creator love so much. It’s also a fun way to introduce them to the world and your blogs, without giving away your plots and twists… Just pure ‘meet my characters, and get to know their personalities’ separate from their book.
How we work together as Authors and the Initiator: I’ll do my own scene/challenge post on the very last day of the month (that way I can be sure to link in every joiner, and you can do your posts at your own leisure). Write your scene’s anytime you wish, at any point of the month. All that I need is your final challenge post link. You can give it to me in any comment, or even link me into your post so that it’ll pop in my newsfeeds! So simple!
(If you do just link me in to your own posts, then make sure you use a regular blog post to link me in with, rather than my blog’s home/site menu pages, that won’t actually give me a notification. I don’t want to skip anyone over! This particular post is ideal, but do your own thing.)