Sunday, January 23, 2011

Short Story: Tragic Love

Tragic Love
by Nikki Layne

She loved him. That much was a fact. However, the pain from past few years weighed heavily on her heart; the lies, the deceit, and the infidelity. There was no forgetting what he had done. She tried. She tried to block it out; pretend it never happened.

Her name was Taylor Blair. She was a smart, beautiful, and talented girl. The only thing that held her back was her unrequited love for Jordan. Everyone told her she could do better. She knew she could as well. However, that didn’t matter to her. She loved Jordan. She left once, but Jordan was all she could think about. She knew that regardless of the things he did that he was her one true love.

They had been together for three years. Taylor was working at a coffee shop when they had met. It was the middle of winter and Jordan was getting ready to go on his yearly ice fishing trip. It was love at first sight. They had an immediate connection as Taylor handed him his gingerbread latte. He left his phone number written on the back of his receipt with his tip before leaving.

That night Taylor stared at the phone number. She considered whether it would be unorthodox for her to call him the same night she got the phone number. She decided it might be considered rude if she didn’t call. So, she called him. They talked for two hours that night and made plans to grab lunch the next day from the diner across from the coffee shop.

Taylor and Jordan spent as much time together as they could over the next two weeks before his fishing trip. Taylor had work and Jordan was preparing for his trip around his work schedule. At times it got difficult to see each other, but they managed. The last four days leading up to Jordan’s trip, Taylor stayed with him.

Then Jordan was gone for three months. Those three months seemed like an eternity. Jordan and Taylor wrote letters to each other, but depending on where Jordan was at the time he didn’t get his mail for weeks. Then one day Jordan’s letters diminished. For the last month and half Jordan was gone, Taylor only got one letter. Taylor continued writing to him twice a week.

When Jordan returned Taylor could sense that something was different. She tried asking him about it, but he tried to act as if everything was just as it was before he left. Taylor was not naïve enough to believe that everything was as normal as Jordan wanted to make her believe.

One night while they were out to dinner, Jordan got a phone call. He excused himself. He didn’t come back for forty-five minutes. Taylor was left to sit alone while he took his phone call. She wasn’t an impatient person, but she felt as though forty-minutes was much too long. She stepped outside for a moment to ask him how much longer he thought he would be only to find that his car was no longer there.

He had left her there. She couldn’t believe it. She went back inside and decided she would have a few drinks before calling a friend to come and get her. She ordered three Amaretto Paradise’s. Then she called Alexis, her roommate to come and get her.

Three days had gone by and there was still no word from Jordan. The hurt that Taylor felt was indescribable. She thought he was amazing.

Finally, Taylor’s phone rang. It was Jordan. He apologized for what had happened. He said it was a work emergency and he ended up having to go out of town immediately. Taylor was unsure whether or not she should believe him. She decided she would because he had never lied to her before.

That night Taylor went over to Jordan’s to watch some movies and spend the night. His phone rang again while they were watching a movie. Taylor tried not to show she was irritated, but she was because of what had happened a few nights ago at dinner. This time the phone call only lasted ten minutes. She was thankful for that much.

Jordan had decided to order a pizza. When the delivery guy had shown up, Jordan had left his phone on the coffee table. Taylor didn’t want to snoop, but something just didn’t seem right. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time. There was a phone number he had been exchanging text messages with quite a bit. Taylor quickly wrote the number down and put his phone down.
The next day Taylor decided to give the phone number a call. It was a girl. Taylor asked the voice, “What is your relationship status with Jordan Michaels?” “I am his girlfriend”, replied the voice. “Who is this?” “I am his girlfriend”, replied Taylor. Taylor then asked, “What is your name?” “Eve”, replied the voice. Taylor hung up.

Taylor drove to Jordan’s house and waited in her car until he got home. When Jordan pulled up, Taylor asked for an explanation about who Eve was. He tensed up and got scared. All he could get out was, “I’m sorry.” Taylor was furious and in tears. She asked, “Am I not good enough for you?” “You have to cheat because I’m not enough for you?” Jordan explained that he had met Eve on his ice fishing trip. “You weren’t there, she was”, he said. “It won’t happen again”, Jordan swore. “Please don’t leave me.” Taylor decided she would give him another chance. Her feelings were too strong for him. “Everyone makes mistakes and this is a big one”, said Taylor. “Don’t let it happen again.”

Taylor then had to leave to go to work. That night all she could think about was Jordan and Eve. She couldn’t believe he had cheated on her. She remained faithful and true while he was gone on his trip. She never thought he would cheat on her. She knew their relationship was very fresh at the time, but she still never thought he would make it that disposable.

Over the next five months their relationship seemed to get better. Taylor started to trust Jordan a little more. Taylor had moved in with Jordan. Their relationship was really taking off in the right direction. Taylor was really happy. She couldn’t picture her life without Jordan.

Then one night, Taylor got off work two hours early because business was slow. She was fine with that. She was really tired as it was. So, she went home. She had expected to spend some time with Jordan and then fall into bed early. However, Taylor had no idea what turn of events she was about to encounter.

Taylor walked into the house and upstairs to change into her pajamas only to find Jordan in bed with her ex-roommate, Alexis. She could not believe her eyes. Taylor was stunned. She drove to her mother’s house and spent the next three weeks there.

Over the course of those three weeks, she got voicemail after voicemail from Jordan. He had no idea that she had walked in on him. He kept wondering where she was and when she was coming home. She couldn’t find the words to say to him, so she didn’t call him back.

Finally, Jordan showed up at Taylor’s work. Taylor was filled with rage just with seeing him over the counter. She had already taken her break, so there was no option for her to sit down with him. They were also quite busy. She was thankful for this because she still wasn’t ready to talk to Jordan. Jordan could tell Taylor was upset. He had guilt, but didn’t know what she knew or what she saw.

One week after Jordan came into the coffee shop, Taylor decided to go home. She walked in silently and slouched into a chair in the living room. She sat there quietly with tears rolling down her cheek until Jordan realized she was there. He walked into the living room from the kitchen in shock to see Taylor sitting there.

Jordan sat down on the couch. He asked, “Where have you been?” “Why won’t you return my phone calls?” “ALEXIS”, Taylor exclaimed! “MY EX-ROOMMATE AND BEST FRIEND FOR THE LAST THIRTEEN YEARS”, she continued! Jordan bowed his head down in shame. He now knew what had happened and why Taylor hadn’t come around in a month.

“I’m sorry”, he said. “You’re sorry”, she questioned? “Just like you were sorry with Eve and you vowed it would never happen again”, she said. “All you do is cheat and hurt me.” “What did I ever do to deserve this kind of treatment”, she asked. “Am I really that bad?”

Jordan didn’t know what to say. He knew how wrong he was. He knew Taylor deserved much better. He felt awful for the kind of pain he was causing her. “I don’t know what to say”, he said. “I love you and I don’t know why I keep treating you this way.” Taylor sighed as she cried. She loved him too much to let him go, but she was so hurt. She had no idea what to do. Everything inside her said she should go, but her heart forced her to stay.

“I will stay with you”, she said. She knew she was stupid for saying that. “But things have to change”, she said. Taylor continued, “No more lies and no more cheating. I want honesty and faithfulness. I’m not asking that much, just the same as I give you.” He nodded his head. He wasn’t sure how to stop cheating on her. He loved the affection he got from every woman he came across. He knew it would require a lot of work on his part.

Unfortunately, the cheating never stopped. The lies got bigger and more frequent. Taylor still loved Jordan. She appreciated every moment she had with him. Over the past four years he had been with countless women. Jordan knew no boundaries. He had romanced Taylor’s friends, her cousin, two of her co-workers, and numerous other women. Taylor found out every time. Jordan knew how much he was hurting Taylor. Part of him felt bad, but the other part knew that no matter what he did, Taylor would never leave him.

Taylor went through her days knowing what Jordan was up to. She knew there was no stopping him. It got to the point where she just accepted it. She knew she was back burner to his affairs. It was a sad truth, but there was nothing she could do.

Three years into their relationship, Jordan proved how little boundaries he had. He romanced Jordan’s mother. It took a while for Taylor to find out this time. It took a friend, Rachel, to tell Taylor that her mother’s car was outside the house every day she was at work. Confused, Taylor dug deeper into the situation. She called her mother’s job only to find out she was on vacation. Taylor and Jordan were on a shared cell phone plan. So, she went home and went over the cell phone bill with a fine tooth comb. He had been calling and texting her mom nonstop for the past three weeks. She could not believe it.

Jordan got home at his usual time. As he walked in, Taylor was walking out. Her car was packed full with all of her belongings. “What’s going on”, he asked. “What’s going on is I am leaving”, she said. “You can’t stop cheating and you hold no boundaries, and that includes my mother”, she said. He started begging her not go. “Please! I’m begging you! Don’t leave! Things will be different! I promise!” Jordan was frantic, but there was nothing he could do to stop her. Taylor drove away and spent the next five months living with her dad on the other side of the state.
At first, Jordan called Taylor five or six times a day begging for her to come back. Finally, he realized she wasn’t coming back. She ignored all of his phone calls and deleted every voicemail. Jordan was a free man to do as he had pleased, not that he hadn’t been living to those standards during the entirety of his relationship with Taylor.

Taylor began working for his dad as a receptionist. She was making good money and was happy to be spending time with her dad. Since he lived across the state, she never saw him much since her parent’s divorce. She was enjoying life, but she still missed Jordan. She thought about him all the time. She ended most nights in tears. She always wondered if she had made the right decision. She knew what he was doing now that they weren’t together. She was emotionally hurt from their relationship. There was no interest for a future relationship with anyone. She didn’t trust any man after what she had gone through with Jordan.

Taylor began missing Jordan more. She thought it would get better with time. However, still five months after her leaving she missed him and loved him more than anything. She had no idea why. She couldn’t explain, nor justify it. It just was. That was the only explanation she could come up with.

Finally, Taylor decided to send Jordan a very long e-mail. She let him know how she felt. She didn’t hide the hurt and pain she was continuing to feel. However, she also let him know that she missed him and still loved him. Three days went by before she received a reply.

Her reply was from his e-mail address, but the writer was no Jordan. It was his mother. The night Taylor had left him, he went out back and took his own life with his Benelli M4 12-gauge. He had left a note stating how he felt like a failure as a boyfriend and as a person overall. He loved Taylor, but couldn’t love her in the way he knew he should have. She mattered more to him than his own life, even if he had a funny way of showing it.

Taylor had no idea how to respond. She loved Jordan, but she felt as though he did not love her back because of the things he had done. She couldn’t believe nobody had made an attempt to tell her. Taylor always felt as though in time she and Jordan would work things out. Now her dreams of that ever happening were crushed and there was no turning back the hands of time.

Taylor drove back across the state to Jordan’s gravesite. After, she went back to her dad’s. She did all that she could to try and pick up the pieces of her life. She felt as though her whole life had been shattered. She had trouble carrying on throughout her days. She missed Jordan more than anything.

Taylor turned to alcohol and drugs to cope. She started with small amounts, but she needed more to forget the pain she was feeling. Ultimately, Jordan ended up overdosing on Xanax. She went into cardiac arrest and there was no chance of revival. Two lives were gone out of love. The tragic love story between Taylor and Jordan had ended. They were both at rest. Taylor had left her family and friends to live on with the pain she had lived with for so long.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Short Story: Caught Dead Living a Lie

Caught Dead Living a Lie
by Nikki Layne

My entire life was a lie, but it wasn’t until I was twelve years old that I started to figure out. Certain aspects of my life never made sense. Why did my “parents” wait until they were almost sixty to have me? Why were my “siblings” almost twenty years older than me? Why did this “friend of the family” come and spend time with just me one day each month? Why did she stop coming? Why did I spend every other weekend at my “brother’s” house? These were all questions that started to brew inside my head.

When I was twelve, I got very nosy. I was rummaging through a dresser that was down in the basement when I came across a dusty photo album. In this album there were pictures of a baby girl with my “brother” and the “friend of the family.” Puzzled, I brought the album upstairs to my bedroom to analyze it better. He was married and so was she, but not to each other. They each had kids, but all boys. Who was this baby girl? Why was this album hidden?

The baby girl was me. Why was I with them alone in pictures that made it look like we were a family? Were they my real parents? Was everything I was ever told a lie? The questions started rolling in. I knew that if I had been lied to for the past twelve years that there was no way I would get any truth from them now. I had to research it all on my own.

I knew her name, the “friend of the family”, my potential real mother. She had stopped coming to visit six months ago. I knew she lived somewhere in southern California while I lived in Arizona. I went over by the telephone where a list of important numbers was always kept written on a steno pad. Her name was there, Julie Thompson.

It was 3:30pm. Nobody would be home until at least 5:30pm. I had two hours to attempt this phone call. So, I took a deep breath and gave it a shot. I dialed the number. I hung up. I was too scared. What was I supposed to say? I knew I had to do this. I needed to know who I really was and some truth about my life. It was obvious I had been living a lie for as long as I could remember.

The phone rang. I answered. It was Julie. I was at a loss for words. I somehow managed murmur, “Are you my mother?” There was a long stretch of silence. “Yes”, she replied. I had no idea what to say. I was shocked and confused. Why was I lied to for so long and lead to believe that someone else was my mother? “Why am I just now finding this out”, I asked? “The better question is how”, she replied. I told her about the album in the basement.

Who are Marilyn and Paul” I asked? “Your grandparents”, she answered. “How about Todd”, I asked. I could hear her crying and breathing heavily over the phone. I felt bad, but these are things I needed to know. I had no idea who else I could turn to for these answers. It was obvious the Fletcher’s would only lie to me. “Todd is your father”, she said.

I couldn’t believe it. My “parents” were my grandparents. The “friend of the family” was my mother. My “brother” was my father. “Alright”, I said. “Who are Sandra, Brenda, and Laura really to me”, I asked? “They are Todd’s sisters, your aunts.” I was amazed. I couldn’t believe it. Nobody was who I thought they were. This changed who I was. I was not who I thought I was for twelve years.

Why was I lied to”, I asked. “What happened between you and Todd?” “Todd and I should have never been together. We were too young and had no idea what we were doing. His parents took you and raised you as if you were theirs. Everyone thought it would be best for you if you never found out, but you’re obviously too smart to be fooled”, Julie said. “So this is what you and Todd wanted”, I asked. “You wanted me to grow up living a lie?” I could tell Julie was having trouble answering my questions. “It wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted you. I just had no money to fight it. I was fighting a losing battle. If I didn’t agree to the Fletcher’s terms I would have never saw you. I wanted to be in your life, so I took what I could get”, she said.

I was in shock. I didn’t quite know how to handle this. I glanced at the clock. It was 5:26pm. I heard the garage door. “I have to go”, I said. “Someone just got home.” Julie hung up. She didn’t say goodbye. There was just dead air left on the phone. I hung up the phone and ran up to my bedroom to hide the photo album.
That night I stayed in my bedroom most of the night. I cried quite a bit. It was a lot for a kid my age to take in. I was in the middle of enjoying being a kid when an atomic bomb of lies exploded and revealed the truth. This weighed on my mind for the next two weeks.

Then one night I overheard Marilyn and Paul talking. Someone had died. That’s all I could really hear. I didn’t know who, when, or how. At dinner Marilyn announced it. “Julie Thompson is dead.” My eyes got big as I burst into tears and stormed up to my bedroom.

Two weeks ago I find out this woman is my mother and now she is dead! I couldn’t believe it. I would never have the opportunity to get to know her as my mother. I hated the world. I hated the Fletchers. Maybe if they never lied to me none of this would have ever happened.

Marilyn came upstairs to check on me. She knocked once and then came in. “Are you okay”, she asked? “How did she die”, I asked? “She committed suicide”, she answered. Suicide! I couldn’t believe it. She gave me all of my answers and then killed herself. “Why”, I asked? “Does anyone know?” “Not yet”, Marilyn said. “It’s still undergoing investigation.” The phone rang, so Marilyn went downstairs to answer it.

These people were not my family. They lied to me. They forced me to live a lie. They made it impossible for me to ever know my mother. I decided I was done with them and I was going to run away. Sure, I was only twelve. However, living on the streets was better than living with them. I wanted to know about my mother. Luckily, I had $109.57 in my piggy bank and $150 from my birthday and Christmas. That gave me $159.57. I knew it wasn’t a lot, but I knew it would get me somewhere other than here. I packed one backpack of clothes and also put the photo album inside. That night, I was gone with the wind.

I decided to take a Greyhound bus from Waverly, Arizona to Ashtyre, California. Ashtyre is where Julie lived. I wanted to investigate what had happened for myself. I had ripped her address and phone number out of the steno pad.

It was a long trip by bus. I slept for most of it. If I was awake I was afraid I would cry. I didn’t want anyone to know I was running away, much less what I was dealing with. Finally, I arrived in Ashtyre. I stopped inside the corner store outside the bus station and grabbed a map. This was the only way I was going to find the house she lived in. I was looking for 265 Woodbury Lane. From looking at the map, it turned out I was only three blocks away. I walked there.

There was crime tape everywhere. “Kid, you wanna get away from that house”, said a lady from across the street. “It’s a murder scene.” “A MURDER SCENE”, I exclaimed! “Yes”, she replied. She handed me a newspaper. There was a story about it right on the front page. Julie was stabbed to death. The suspect in question was Todd. I couldn’t believe it. “Where is the police station”, I asked the woman. “I can give you a ride”, she offered. I knew not to get in cars with strangers, but I also wasn’t supposed to run away from home. I had to get there as fast as I could.

I ran into the police station after thanking the lady for the ride. “I want to talk to someone about Julie Thompson”, I said. An officer took me into an office. I told him my whole story about how she was my real mother, but I had just found out. I told him I had come here to find out what happened after I found out she was dead. I told him about how Marilyn said she committed suicide. “This was no suicide”, he said. “I know that now”, I replied. “What happened”, I asked. “I hate having to tell you this”, he said. “I feel bad, but you deserve to know”, he said. “It seems like you’ve had it pretty rough.” I nodded my head waiting on him to continue on and tell me. “We got a phone call from a neighbor saying they heard screams and cries for help from your mother’s house.” “Once we had gotten there, she was lying in a pool of her own blood”, he said. “She had signs of being strangled and was stabbed four times.” “The suspect left his wallet behind, but we are still trying to locate him.” “There was no license in his wallet, just credit cards”, he said. “Todd Fletcher”, I asked? Confused, the officer nodded his head yes. “How did you know”, he asked? I handed him the newspaper article and told him about the lady who gave me a ride to the police station.

Before I could say another word, I heard gun shots. The officer was killed. It was Todd. He came over to me and put his hands around my throat. He said, “Come with me and follow my lead and there will be no problems.” “NO”, I screamed! Darkness was all I saw. Todd had shot me. Three people dead trying to cover up the lie of my life. Three. And now one is in a prison cell serving three life sentences on three counts of murder.

I never got to find out who I was or who I was supposed to be. My life ended before I could get anymore answers. I was on the path of answers and I was cut short. You never know who you can trust. Your own father could kill you in a blind rage to protect the truth. The only person you can trust in life is yourself. 

Short Story: Nothing Left to Say

Nothing Left to Say
by Nikki Layne
There was nothing left to say. His decision was made. She knew he was wrong and she knew what she could do about it, but she wanted to protect her children from the monster he had become; had always been. 
Becca was pregnant. Aaron was the father. They had only dated for a short time, but they had plans to get married. Aaron loved Becca's son, Gavin; or at least he acted as though he did. Aaron was constantly talking about wanting a child of his own and giving Gavin a brother or sister. Then it all changed.
It was 4:15pm. Aaron had just gotten home from work. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands only to find a pregnancy test. He came out to ask Becca for an explanation. "What is this?” asked Aaron. "It's a pregnancy test", replied Becca. "I'm pregnant", she said. Aaron was in shock. It wasn't the good, excited shock that Becca had expected. It seemed like he was scared, as if he had just hit a brick wall in some plan with no way out.
The next few days were very different between Becca and Aaron. Becca went to her first prenatal appointment, but Aaron made no attempt to be there. She came home with sonogram pictures and paperwork stating that she was six weeks pregnant. It was as if Aaron just couldn’t be bothered. Aaron spent the next couple nights going out to the bars with his buddies from work. Becca was left home alone. Becca always went out with the guys. However, now that she was pregnant it seemed that had changed. Everything had changed. Nothing was the same.
She could sense that nothing would ever be the same between her and Aaron again. She couldn’t quite figure out why he was reacting this way to the pregnancy. He still acted normal around Gavin. He had only built a brick wall between him and Becca, and it was because of the pregnancy.
Becca wasn’t happy and neither was Aaron, obviously. Becca was faced with a serious decision. Was she supposed to stay and wait it out to see if Aaron ever came around? Or was it time they went their separate ways? Becca chose the latter. She didn’t want her son to see her unhappy and she didn’t want to stay with someone she was unhappy with because of a new baby. She felt this was the better decision.
As she started moving her things out, Aaron started to ask questions. He wondered where she was going, and with who. He didn’t try to stop her. He was just full of questions. He didn’t seem to care either way whether she stayed or went. After her last items were moved out, she placed the keys on the kitchen table and didn’t give it a second thought. She closed the door behind her and decided that was a closed chapter of her life. Well, semi-closed.
Becca was still pregnant. She had no idea what she was going to do. She was happy to be pregnant, but not under the given circumstances. She was angry that Aaron had acted in such a way that forced her to leave him while she was pregnant with his child. However, she knew there was nothing she could do about that. It was time she thought about Gavin and the new baby.
That night, Becca checked her e-mail as usual only to find an email from Aaron. He had said that he would pay for the termination of the pregnancy with all costs made payable to the doctor of her choice. Becca was infuriated. She could not believe that Aaron wanted her to get an abortion. Becca was a Christian and believed that a baby was a gift, not a choice. She wrote back her refusal. All it came down to was that Aaron didn’t want this baby, nor did he want to be obliged to him or her financially. Becca informed him that his name would not be associated with the baby and he was free to live his life without any obligations to a child he helped to create. It ended there.
There was nothing left to say. Becca would go on to be the single mom of two young children, both under the age of two once the second was born. She was hurt and scared with no support. She knew she had to pull herself up and make this work. She loved her son, Gavin. She just hoped that under the given circumstances she could love the one she was carrying the same.
Nine months later, Becca delivered another boy. She named him Gabriel. A phone call came into the delivery room. It was a female’s voice. The voice asked, “Are you up for a visitor?” Becca, said, “Sure”, even though she was unsure of the voice. The girl, she didn’t know. However, the man she was with was Aaron. Apparently, Aaron had gotten married in the short time they had been broken up for. They walked in, took a glance at Becca and the baby. Aaron then walked back out.

Aaron hasn’t showed back up in fifteen years. Gabriel is fifteen now. Over the years Becca could not believe Aaron had showed up at the hospital just to walk back out and never look back. Gabriel never asked about his dad, which so far Becca was thankful for. She was unsure of what she would say.

Gabriel was always a good kid, an honors student, and quarterback for his high school football team. He had everything going for him. Then a phone call came in. It was Aaron. Gabriel answered. Gabriel apparently knew more than he let on. He responded to Aaron with, “There is nothing left to say.” He hung up. From that moment on Aaron did not matter to Gabriel or Becca. There was no explanation needed. There was nothing left to say. Literally.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

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