The Breakers - Chapter 2 Teaser
Monday, June 27, 2011
"This is where you'll stay until we can get you on your way to Corea," he tells me as he opens the door.
Instantly I take in the room: a bare hardwood floor, the wood darkened by age and use. A simple desk with one lamp on the corner sits beside a twin bed that is way too fucking small for me and is covered with a plain navy blue comforter. There is only one pillow on the bed, though the bed is neatly made. The corners are tucked under perfectly and the comforter is stretched so that there isn't a wrinkle to be found. I can tell the previous occupant had the same teacher as me in the art of making a bed. It's the way were taught at Old Colony on day one. I glance to the left and notice a utilitarian three-drawer dresser and a small closet that is empty but for a few lonely wire hangers. There are no pictures on the plain beige wall, no television either, though there is a small radio on the top of the dresser. A lone window beside the bed is covered with a thin blue curtain.
To anyone else the room probably barely passes for livable but to me it is the fucking Presidential Suite of the best five star hotel in the country.
I smile, I can't help it, and Wayne notices. "I take it you approve?" he asks with a sly grin.
I don't answer but walk in and set my pitiful box on the top of the desk. "There are a few new t-shirts in the top drawer of the dresser as well as some toiletries in the bathroom," he says as he points to the bathroom across the hall.
I practically drool at the thought of a t-shirt. If I never have to wear a long-sleeved, denim shirt again it will be too fucking soon. He grins at me again, and then turns serious in a flash. "Look, Masen. I know this is all a bit disconcerting and unsettling, but I'll explain everything over some dinner. I planned it so you would have a little bit of time to adjust before you had to be around anyone else. Take a shower, change out of that damn shirt, and come find me in the kitchen when you're done. Dinner will be in an hour. Don't be late or you don't eat," he growls and then walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The Breakers - Chapter 1 Teaser
Monday, June 20, 2011
"If you could go anywhere, anywhere at all, where would you go?"
"Corea, Maine," I tell him without a moment's hesitation.
"Why there?" he asks as he leans forward, the chair screeching in protest as it goes back into its upright position.
He is looking intently at me, like he knows something I don't but I've had a long damn time to think about this, seven years in fact, so I have no trouble answering him.
"When I was a little kid, I remember my grandparents taking me there every summer for a month. I don't have any brothers or sisters and I was the only grandchild my grandparents had. It's just this quiet, sleepy, little fishing village on the coast and I've always wanted to go back."
"Good answer, kid," I hear right before an envelope with my name on it lands on the desk in front of me.
I reach out slowly for the envelope irrationally thinking that at any point it will jump up and bite me like a snake. My mind is reeling because I have no idea what is going on. I don't recognize the handwriting, not that I have anyone that would write me a letter in the first damn place. All my family is dead, I don't have any friends, so I have not one fucking clue who would send something, and to my parole officer of all people. The only name I can think of makes my blood turn cold but there is no way it can be him, I tell myself and then open the envelope.
I skim the letter that is inside then read it slowly again and again … and again, not believing what I am seeing. There are words all over the page and I comprehend what I'm reading, but nothing is computing. What I see can't possibly be true.
"Corea, Maine," I tell him without a moment's hesitation.
"Why there?" he asks as he leans forward, the chair screeching in protest as it goes back into its upright position.
He is looking intently at me, like he knows something I don't but I've had a long damn time to think about this, seven years in fact, so I have no trouble answering him.
"When I was a little kid, I remember my grandparents taking me there every summer for a month. I don't have any brothers or sisters and I was the only grandchild my grandparents had. It's just this quiet, sleepy, little fishing village on the coast and I've always wanted to go back."
"Good answer, kid," I hear right before an envelope with my name on it lands on the desk in front of me.
I reach out slowly for the envelope irrationally thinking that at any point it will jump up and bite me like a snake. My mind is reeling because I have no idea what is going on. I don't recognize the handwriting, not that I have anyone that would write me a letter in the first damn place. All my family is dead, I don't have any friends, so I have not one fucking clue who would send something, and to my parole officer of all people. The only name I can think of makes my blood turn cold but there is no way it can be him, I tell myself and then open the envelope.
I skim the letter that is inside then read it slowly again and again … and again, not believing what I am seeing. There are words all over the page and I comprehend what I'm reading, but nothing is computing. What I see can't possibly be true.
Be sure to check back on Wednesday for a Wordle Teaser and the first recipe!!
Thank you, again, to everyone for reading and all of your support yesterday! YOU made the day wonderful and I hope you continue to enjoy The Breakers!
The Breakers Prologue Teaser
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
A vision of my body curled around Bella's as we lie on the couch in front of the fireplace while Peyton watches TV from the floor flits through my mind and...I never see it coming.
"Edward, watch out!" Emmett yells and I don't even have time to react.
One moment I'm standing on the deck of the boat and the next...I'm in the dark; sinking, frozen in the middle of the icy North Atlantic.
As I struggle to breathe, I realize I'm going to break my promise to both Bella and Peyton...my girls...because there is no way in hell I'm going to make it home to them. The water is so cold. It's like nothing I have ever felt before, nothing I could have even imagined.
One moment I'm standing on the deck of the boat and the next...I'm in the dark; sinking, frozen in the middle of the icy North Atlantic.
As I struggle to breathe, I realize I'm going to break my promise to both Bella and Peyton...my girls...because there is no way in hell I'm going to make it home to them. The water is so cold. It's like nothing I have ever felt before, nothing I could have even imagined.
Bella...
Peyton...
I try to focus on them but I can't.
Fuck...Bella was right to be worried I think through a haze of numbing pain.
Because...then…my world turns black.
Because...then…my world turns black.
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