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| Journey to Serenity: One | |
| By Rachel.Leah | ||||||||
| 22 August 2006 | ||||||||
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Chapter one: New York Life (although its a work in progress, its pretty much done except for a clean up edit. So far five chapters done, in this little novel.) They slept there peacefully, cuddling each other close, holding hands and breathing gently. Sean’s eyes fluttered open as the alarm buzzed, followed shortly by Leah. Sean grunted softly and reached over to hit the snooze button, turning back over only to find Leah had already climbed out of bed. “Babe, it’s only seven” he smiled at her as he watched her walk around the bedroom with nothing more then a pair of earrings on. She walked over to the bed, kissing him gentle on the lips. “I have a lot of pictures to get developed and sent in Hun, they were supposed to be done yesterday remember?” she grinned at him “but something came up last night that prevented that.” He grabbed her and pulled her down to the bed. “Hmm wonder what that was” he was smiling like a child at Christmas, as he thought of their romantic evening the night before. He kissed her neck and on the lips, tempting her to get back into bed. “Baby, I can’t, I really do have to get these done” she touched his face, gave him one last smooch and stood up, heading over to the closet to pick out something to wear “Hun, what do you think I should wear?” she asked sweetly. “I think I like what you have on” she couldn’t help but laugh at his comment “but I guess if you really have to go into work, I always liked your jeans and that blue shirt.” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her get dressed. “What are you looking at?” she blushed and began to walk toward the bathroom. “The most beautiful thing in the world” he beamed as she shook her head and walked into the bathroom. She opened the drawer and selected from the mound of makeup that seemed to have accumulated there. “So what are you going to do today?” she called from the bathroom, returning to the bedroom one minute later. “Umm, mark some papers I think” he paused “what do you have to go shoot and develop today?” he asked, sliding on a pair of pants, followed by a long neck sweater. “ I have to go take some pictures that abandoned house they are tearing down next week, it’s for a column on ‘saving our history’” “Sounds like a lot of fun” he said, with a slight sarcastic undertone. “Oh very” she rolled her eyes and laughed, walking over and kissing him on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in closer; she put her hands on his stopping him from undoing her top. “As much as I would love a repeat of last night, I really have to get going, but I see no reason why tonight can’t be just as fun” “Oh really?” he slowly unwrapped his arms, watching her walk toward the door “and what do you have planned for tonight?” he smiled innocently. She simply responded with “I plan on making you the happiest guy in the world.” She walked out of the room and headed to the stairs, followed by Sean not to far after. “So when do you think you’ll be home?” he asked her as she slipped her shoes on, followed by her jacket. “Umm, probably around six” he leaned in for a kiss, as she grabbed her keys, she turned around quickly and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, catch you later” “I love you to, sunshine” he opened the door for her and watched her walk over to her car. Leah climbed in and gave one last wave as she shut her door. She buckled up, turned the key in the ignition, and slowly began to back out of the drive. Sighing and pulling out to the road all she could think of was getting through her day and back home. It wasn’t as if she didn’t love her job, she couldn’t think of a better one, but she was tired of the less then worthwhile jobs she was getting. She hoped that this story would at least give her a leg up, because the article itself was written by one of the better-known journalists at the New York Times. She also couldn’t think of anything better then staying home with Sean, in a perfect world, she thought, they could spend all their time together. She loved him dearly and hoped one day to marry him, if he ever asked. She always laughed at the thought of maybe she should just ask him. She stopped for coffee and a bagel, and headed soon after to the outskirts of town. Here she would find the old manor that had been owned by a member of the Dutch East Indian Company, which was there around the turn of the 17th century. She loved history, and in that aspect, the job was a good one. She was given full permission to go anywhere in the house, but she did have to be careful it was falling apart and they didn’t want her getting hurt. She arrived at the house about nine am, and pulled into the little circular driveway. It had become extremely overgrown, the bricks covered either in weeds or in little pieces. This house itself wasn’t looking much better, its balcony was beginning to slant and looked like it could fall anytime soon and it was badly in need of a white wash. “Such a shame isn’t?” she literally jumped a few feet at the sound of the unknown voice, turning around quickly. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, my name is Erin.” the stranger reached out his hand and she shook it quickly. “I’m Leah” she smiled slightly. “So what are you doing around here? If you don’t mine me asking.” she hesitated for a second, not sure if she should really be talking to this person. She finally convinced herself it was silly to be scared. “I’m taking pictures for the news paper before its torn down, it really is a shame to loose all this history with it” she sighed. “That it is” he smiled at her. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing all the way out here?” she pulled the cap off her camera and pointed it at the house. “I live not to far away from here” he stood against her car watching her take a few more shots. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing she didn’t even notice he was watching so intently. She didn’t notice until her concentration was broken by an unannounced fit of the hiccups. “Great, this is exactly what I need” she sighed, hiccupping all the while. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked, sliding of the hood and walking towards her. “Thanks, that would be really helpful” she smiled at him as he reached into his jacket pulling out a bottle of water. “There you go young lady, hope this helps” he handed it to her; she took it gladly quickly consuming the water hoping it would stop the hiccups. After a few minutes, she was back to normal and able to hold a camera with a steady hand. “well I guess I should be going now, it was really nice to meet you” He extended his hand, and this time she took it with out much hesitation. “Good luck with the rest of your pictures, Leah” he turned around and began to make his way down the road. She thought about Erin, what a curious man she thought to herself. At about noon she headed to the Times to develop the pictures, when she was done that she headed into a meeting with the columnist that was writing the story. She managed to get all of this done and out of the office by 3 pm, she couldn’t wait much longer to get home and have another romantic evening with Sean. She was able to zip through the city because she was missing rush hour by a few hours, this allowed her to pull into the drive about 4 pm. “Honey I’m home” she yelled as she walked into the house “honey, ready for a little fun?” she walked into the office, expecting to see her boyfriend typing away on his laptop and marking papers. What she found was nothing, not even a single light was on. She couldn’t believe it; he ditched her again for another football night with the guys. She crumpled up the message he had left her and tossed it into the garbage can, she decided she would give him till later tonight, maybe he thought he would be home before her. The hours ticked away, each hour going by only making her more depressed then the last. She had forgiven him for this stunt so many times before; she honestly didn’t know what to think about it anymore. At 10 she had about all she could take of the waiting, she decided she was going to go get some fresh air and go for a little drive in the country to clear her head. After walking to the closet and putting on her jacket, Leah grabbed her keys and started to head out the door. Just as she put one foot out the door Sean came walking up onto the porch. “Well speak of the devil” she said rather cynically. “I’m so sorry Sunshine, Ken just got engaged and well he wanted to go celebrate” he put his hand behind his head and began to fidget as she stood there with a stone cold glare. “Yeah well” she paused “I hope you had a really great time.” she shuffled passed him and quickly went down the stairs. “Where are you going?” he called with a puzzled look. “I need some time Sean, I’ll be back sometime.” She took a deep breath and fought the urge to run to him. “I love you” he called to her. “I really hope so” was all she could say. She loved him, but she was just to hurt to admit it right now. She climbed into her car and shut the door, turning the key in the ignition. She slowly began to pull out of the drive and headed out towards the corner, looking back once more to the house to see Sean bow his head in shame. By then the rain had begun to pour, it was a mix of the rain and her tears that made the road hard to see. However, this didn’t stop her from speeding down the dark country roads. She figured she knew these roads well enough that it didn’t matter; she was doing quite well with the turns until she was hit with a feeling of drowsiness and missed a turn, landing herself into a tree. In the few hours after the impact, she drifted in and out of consciousness, remembering only bits and pieces of the pain and the bright lights of the ambulance coming to pick her up. The last thing she remembered was being placed on a stretcher right before her eyes finally closed for the last time that night.
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