Six Months in Heaven
Sorry, this is the last of my story, but there is a new story up called The Locket. It is about a girl and her dead boyfriend who died in the fire and a locket that he gave her. Please tell me if this is a good idea. I have only half of my story wiritten. :( GIMMY IDEAS!
I was about to make the wedding chapter but i desided to leave it like it is because i think that it is better as is. sorry, dont hate me :) plz comment!!!! I need to know if im good enough for yall :) plz
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The whole world loved me! I was all alone with the guy of my dreams for six months, hopefully longer than that. I donâ€™t really remember what happened, and how it all happened, I just remember being really mean to him that night, and although it has been over five years, I still regret, that one moment, that caused me to lose the man that I loved.
â€œI am not here for just another stupid summer fling!â€ I yelled.
â€œYou know I love you!â€ He yelled back, pleading. I was already at the door. The neighbors on vacation were banging on our wall to tell us to shut the hell up!
â€œIâ€™m sorry, you hurt me too much, andâ€”â€œI had nothing else to say to the man that broke my heart. I have already made up my mind. All that I could think of doing was throwing the necklace he gave me right at his face.
I ran out the door and called Jess. â€œCan you pick me up, please? I broke up with Max.â€ I crocked, crying.
â€œYah, no problem. Where are you?â€
â€œI am still at the hotel.â€
â€œBe right there.â€ I was waiting for half an hour, not that I am complaining, that was faster than I expected. I cried the whole time, thank full that Max didnâ€™t come out running.
I quickly grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. I had to pick up John from preschool. Running into my car, I drove the rout I already memorized. Johnâ€™s preschool was only a mile up from where we lived. It was a nice town, too. The people are nice, greeting you when you walk by.
â€œHey, Miss Jess.â€ I said to my best friend, who oddly enough, worked at Johnâ€™s preschool. â€œHow was he today?â€
â€œHe was fine; he is one of the most obedient of all of my kids. There is just one thing that worries me. He was asking for his father.â€
I flinched as the painful memories of my few months after college came back. I didnâ€™t know what to say. I had to hold the tears back because my son was running towards me; I didnâ€™t want to scare him.
â€œMommy, Mommy!â€ He yelled, running full speed to hug me.
â€œHi, Pumpkin!â€ I said holding him up and kissing him. â€œWere you a good boy for Miss Jess?â€
â€œYes! Yes! Yes!â€
â€œReady to go home?â€ I asked, he nodded, â€œOhh, Miss Jessâ€¦ weâ€™ll see you for dinner?â€
I set John in his car seat and I sat behind the weal. I drove home and started dinner. I heard John laugh at something he was watching on TV, which made me laugh. I started a pot of boiling water and poured in my noodles and made my momâ€™s special dressing, mixed in some green beans and canned corn. Made a salad and set the table. My beliefs of being a vegetarian didnâ€™t change. I put hummus on the table for John to get some protein, or whatever, that I learned from my momâ€™s old parenting books.
I heard a knock on the door, followed by a bark. â€œHey, Maxâ€”,â€œ Ohmygosh! â€œErr, John go get the door with me!â€ I said a little hoping John didnâ€™t catch his fatherâ€™s name slip in there â€œI think Miss Jess brought her dog!â€
â€œOh! Golly!â€ He said, and I laughed.
â€œHey, Jess!â€ I said giving her a hug, silently telling her of the mess up that I just made with the names. â€œDinner is right this way!â€ I said, leading them all to the kitchen. I put John in his high chair and put his dinner on a plate.
We all ate dinner, and Jess even complained about there being no meat. At promptly eight oâ€™clock I carried John upstairs to go to sleep. I laid him down on his bed and kissed him good night.
â€œMommy, who is my daddy?â€ This shocked me, I didnâ€™t think that he worried about that too much. I think that I would rather answer the question â€˜Mommy, were do babys come from?â€™ For that, at lease, I know what to tell him.
â€œYou are too young to know now, sorry, bunny.â€
â€œWho is Max?â€
â€œNo one.â€ Was my only response. I kissed him on the fore head and ran downstairs before he could see me cry.
â€œJess!â€ I squeaked, scaring her with my cry. â€œHe is asking about his father. He just asked me who Max is.â€
â€œHow about we turn the news on, it will get your mind off of things.â€ She grabbed the remote and clicked it to channel nine.
â€œBreaking News: A man is the victim of a motorcycle â€˜hit and runâ€™. Police just released information of his name. Max Christopher.â€ Up came a picture of Max. â€œHe is staying at the St. Christopherâ€™s Hospital, only family welcome. If you know anything about the â€˜hit and runâ€™ please contact the Miami Police hotline, you may remain anonymous, 1-800-693-0987.â€
â€œOh, no!â€ Jess exclaimed, â€œYouâ€™re not thinking of going?!â€
â€œJess, I have to! Soot! We donâ€™t have any passports! Itâ€™s all the way up in Pennsylvania! I guess weâ€™ll have to drive!â€
â€œWhen you say weâ€”â€œ
â€œI mean you, me, John, and your dog.â€ She gave me a look that said it all â€˜are you kidding meâ€™. â€œPlease! We have to go! John has to meet his father.â€ Of course, that was an excuse. I needed to see him.