Friday, April 20, 2012 | By: Angela Brown

Letter "R" - Running

My booted footfalls echoed from cobblestone, muffled only by the grass as I stumbled my way into Harbor Park.  Attentive mothers watched their children play on slides and climb through plastic obstacle courses. I found a cherub statue and balanced myself on a corner of its pedestal.  It looked forlornly across the grass to its mate on the other side of the playground.

"I know," I said, as if the thing could hear me, "not fair at all."

I sat there, trying to understand why I ran.  But that's what I'd always done...before.

Father would find me in my room at night.  He'd leave me empty, bloodshot eyes peering at me over his shoulders, daring me to tell anyone.  So I ran away.  He would always find me, beat me and then I'd stay.  But the cycle repeated until my brother stood up to him, protected me, unlike my mother who cowered at his feet.  When my brother graduated high school and left for boot camp, the cycle began again, more vicious.  Dirty.  Filthy.  Death a much better option.

But I couldn't even die right.

Father Quanon showed up and I didn't have to run anymore.  I could end the cycle.  I could do more, be more, just had to accept that I could not love.

Then Basil.  Now love.  Running didn't help before.  Won't help now.  Basil lied, true enough, but I hadn't exactly been honest either.  His "I love you" meant everything good and wonderful that my father's never did.  Basil's touch comforted me.  I'd finally found what I needed in my enemy, loving him, Harvestor and all.  Running hadn't changed that.

Apples.

I looked around and saw him striding, purposeful, all my stuff in his hands.  He knelt before me.  "Where you run, I'll follow."  Truth of his words flooded my soul.

I leaned toward him, pressed my lips to his.  No bolt of lightning to break us apart.  No shattering earth to tear him away from me.  Soft.  Gentle.  Wanting.  Tingling erupted setting my nerves on edge.  He brought a hand to my face, cupped my cheek as my lips parted, opening to his desire.  Fierce heat stirred my core.  A breeze cooled my tingles, and nothing more perfect could have happened.

Until someone, very loudly, cleared their throat.******

Awww, Abby has dealt with a lot.  To finally find love when she isn't allowed...?  And who interrupted their first kiss?

28 comments:

Cristina said...

oh that poor girl!!!!!! what a past.. yikes.

"Where you run, I'll follow." SWOON!!!!!!!!!!

Angela Brown said...

Isn't he just the most romantic fella?

And yeah, Death called to her because she'd done some suffering.

Cathy Olliffe-Webster said...

Interrupted a kiss like that? Excuse me, Angela, but that interrupter needs a good talking-to.. and, erm, why is my pulse suddenly a wee bit high????

Raelyn Barclay said...

Where you run, I'll follow. ~ Be still my heart. Loving it Angela.

Tanya Reimer said...

Oh my. It was so magical how you weaved her past into her thoughts, so natural like that. I was just so lost in it that when it ended, I scrolled down to the end of your blog looking for the rest, as it it was magically hidden there.

Angela Brown said...

Hehe! I agree, Cathy. That darned interrupter should just mind their own business.

And that elevated pulse couldn't have anything to do with the excitement of Abby and Basil finally kissing, would it?

Angela Brown said...

That's one of those lines where, looking back, I know it's there because I typed it, but it definitely came from Basil's character and not some writing skill for me to boast about.

Angela Brown said...

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Tanya. Another episode of their blog opera will be here tomorrow.

J.L. Campbell said...

Well, it looks like someone found a respite from a very touch situation.

Angela Cothran said...

This is heartbreaking and beautiful. Great piece of writing :)

Angela Brown said...

Indeed, J.L. Been a rough ride for Abby.

Angela Brown said...

Thank you so much for the compliment, Angela. Glad you enjoyed it.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Aw, crap!

Angela Brown said...

LOL!!! Dude, you're killing me :-)

Lady Gwen said...

Mamma Mia, it's a wonder she can love at all. But with Basil....*sigh*

Angela Brown said...

It has been rough with her. But Basil appears to have a heart of patience for her as well.

Brooke R. Busse said...

I think this was the best piece yet, Angela. Love Basil. ^^

I've tagged you with the Lucky 7 meme: http://brookerbusse.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-guess-this-is-what-i-get-for-calling.html Excited to see what you come up with. :)

Susanna Leonard Hill said...

Who dared to interrupt the kiss???!!!

Nicole said...

I think it was either an authority figure or someone jealous because no one is trying to kiss that person. Either way, the interrupter is in the darn way. That's party poopers for ya, lol. All up in someone else's kool-aid! lol.

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Leslie Rose said...

Yay, they kissed. At least they got one in before the buzz killer showed up.

Angela Brown said...

Thanks, Brooke. And also, thanks for the tag. Will see if I can pull out an old WiP to use for this.

Angela Brown said...

Whoever it is has really bad timing.

Angela Brown said...

I think you're on to something, Nicole. I mean, they were just kissing, nothing else, then come through and break things up lol!!

Angela Brown said...

Well, very true, Leslie. Now who is this buzz killer?

Leslie Rose said...

An annoying mime trying to make money in the park?

Angela Brown said...

LOL!!!! That would have to be the funniest mime ever if he or she hoped to make money after breaking up a sensual kiss.

Susan Oloier said...

Well, of course someone had to come along and ruin the passion! Father Quanon?

Angela Brown said...

Only the letters will tell, which they should in the next letter or two. :-)

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