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Post by Taylor on Aug 30, 2006 23:19:02 GMT -5
"I want to move." I told my father for the millionth time. He said, "Now, Mylinda, if we move then I won't have a job. This bar was founded by your great grandpa and I'm responsible for it now. End of disscusion." I was so angry, the beer smell in my room every night was really getting on my nerves.
One day I went down to the bar to tell my father I needed to go to store. (my mother had died when I was three) I saw there was a bar fight going on. I slid around on the wall and told my dad. He gave me some money and I ran out the door.
When I got to the store I bought some meat and veggies. I also bought some fabric and thread so I could make a bag. I was planning to go on a trip.
I got back to the bar and the fight was over, luckily, and no one was there. Well there was one man. He was sleeping though so I wasn't worried. I walked past him and went upstairs. Another day done. I made it.
At about three in the morning I woke up to a scream, it was a scream of rage and hate. I ran downstairs and two men were fighting on the ground. My dad was one of them. Apparently the man was drunk and he wouldn't pay my dad so the drunk guy attacked my dad, i think. The drunk man punched my dad and threw him across the bar table. My dad was still. I screamed.
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Post by Miss Murder on Sept 17, 2006 15:49:19 GMT -5
I was sitting idly at a table in the far corner of the bar, a barely touched bottle of rum in front of me. I don't normally drink, but I have been lately. I will have half a bottle of rum or whiskey or wine at the bar, then I take the rest of it to my small hut on the outskirts of Conomi, where I drink away my worries.
My shimmering emerald eyes scanned over the occupants of the bar, nearly all of them drunk. I caught Billie Masters looking me up and down from across the room. I pushed a few lingering strands of my straight, silky, golden hair from my eyes, looking down at my rum. I heard a chair being pulled away from my table and I looked up at Billie again.
He had changed since I last saw him. His messy black hair hung partially into his big, kind brown eyes. He was taller, had become even more handsome, and had added a few pounds of muscle to his slender build. "Hello, Rein." His voice had changed, too. It was deeper and smoother. I nearly fainted at the sound of it. "I missed you, Billie." A simple statement was all I could manage as I tried to regain my breath.
"I hope you don't take me as being forward, but you're even prettier than you were when you moved away. Back then you were beautiful, and now you're breathtakingly gorgeous." I blinked. That was very unexpected. I felt heat creep up the back of my neck and across my cheeks. He was blushing, too, and we sat and looked at each other for the longest time.
"You're so handsome, i'm truly surprised that you're not already married." I said softly, looking directly into his gentle eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but a roar of rage from somewhere else in the room interrupted him. I looked around, just in time to see my old friend, Mylinda scream and rush toward her father, who lay still on the floor.
Before anyone could do anything, the man who had hurt her father lunged at Mylinda. I was out of my chair and across the room in a heartbeat, rum in hand. Just before he reached my dear friend, I broke the heavy glass bottle into smithereens over her attacker's head, rendering him unconscious for the time being.
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Post by Taylor on Sept 18, 2006 17:56:24 GMT -5
I shut my eyes when he rushed at me. I looked up and he lay still on the floor. I saw Rein standing over him with a broken rum bottle in her hand. A boy came up behind her as I stood. "Rein... I... thanks." I said quickly then got a wet towel to put on my fathers forehead. "Wow I haven't seen you in years." I said,"Who's this?" I looked at the boy behind Rein, when the man groaned. "What should we do about him." I said, pointing to the man.
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Post by Miss Murder on Sept 19, 2006 16:04:54 GMT -5
"What should we do about him?" Melynda motioned to the man on the floor. "I think I know." I said as I slid past Billie, who had run up behind me in case I would need some help. I pulled open a cabinet that was behind the bar, getting out a length of rope. I grabbed a large knife and cut it into sections.
After I was finished, the man lay wriggling on the floor, hogtied tightly. I brushed my hands off on my thin brown cotton pants and looked around. People had fled the bar when the fight first began, and now the room was completely empty except for Billie, me, Melynda, her father, and their attacker. Suddenly Melynda cried out into the deep silence. "REIN! HE STOPPED BREATHING!"
In a heartbeat I was by Carter(Melynda's father)'s side, two fingers pressed to his throat, just under his jaw. "I don't feel a pulse. Billie! Go fetch doctor Parsons!" I cried, rolling Carter over onto his stomach. What I saw made me groan in misery. Melynda stifled a sob at the sight of her father's back, which was penetrated with a steak knife that was laying on the bar table he collided with.
Hot tears leaked from my eyes as I took notice of the fact that part of the knife was sticking through Carter's chest. "H-he can be s-saved, c-can't he?!" As soon as I looked into her wide, frightened, brown eyes, Melynda knew. "Oh, God, why? Why do you always take the innocent ones?!" I held my freind close and stroked her chocolatey curls.
"He taks all the good ones so that they won't have to suffer when Earth turns to hell." I whispered to her, rocking her back and forth gently. "He left us so we could lead the rest of our lives, right?" She looked up at me with round eyes. I nodded. "Now, let's see a smile. you know your pa would want you to be happy, no matter what. He's in a better place now."
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Post by Taylor on Sept 19, 2006 16:58:48 GMT -5
I sobbed on Rein's shoulder until Docter Parson came and confirmed he was dead. By then I had cried myself out. The drunk man was taken to jail and tried for the murder of Carter Brown.
Rein didn't want to leave me, but she had no choice since I didn't want to be with anyone. I went to bed and dreamt all night about how I can escape this horrid place. The bar is my responsiblity, so I think the best thing is to just sell it and move on. Only I have no where to go. I'm only fourteen and I certainly can't live door to door. I'll need one house until I'm old enough to move away for good.
The next day I was packing my things a sack when a man came to the bar. He told me he would like to buy the bar. 100 dollar! I could live with that. First, I'll have to ask Rein if I could live at her place for awhile. I left him with an answer of I'll get back to you, and I walked to Rein's house.
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Post by Miss Murder on Sept 30, 2006 14:30:41 GMT -5
I was around the back of my house, weeding the garden when I heard a knock at the door. I went around the side of my simplistic hut and saw Mylinda standing there, taking in the calm environment that surrounded my house.
"Mylinda!" I called, dropping my hoe onto the grass, walking over to my friend. She smiled at me, a msterious glint in her eye. "Rein.."She started slowly, taking in my appearance. A plain white shirt, and brown cotton pants, which were tucked into my mud-hued boots.
"Someone made an offer to pay me one hundered dollars for the bar, and I was thinking of taking him up on the offer. But I need somewhere to stay, and I was wondering if you might allow me to live with you...?"
I stared at her hard. Was she serious? Her father had died trying to keep that bar alive. That bar was what had supported her for her whole life. I remember when, on hot Summer days, we would be playing with dolls up in her room, and her father would bring lemonade up to us.
Both of us grew up in that bar. And it was all that I had left of my parents. I couldn't let that bar be stripped of all of it's history; Reminisces of my childhood always somehow had something to do with that bar.
"I'll give you three hundred dollars AND my house in exchange for that bar." Mylinda's large brown eyes went wide and her jaw nearly hit the ground. "Rein, you can't be serious! I mean, COME ON! IT'S A BAR!"
"AND IT'S ALL THAT BOTH OF US HAVE LEFT OF OUR FAMILIES! IT'S WHERE WE GREW UP,MYLINDA! YOU MAY WANT TO FORGET EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED, BUT I DON'T!" Tears slid down both of our faces. Mylinda stood in front of me, staring in awe. I rarely cry, and certainly not around other people.
Billie walked down the path, along with his best friend, Liam, who Mylinda had had a crush on nearly her whole life. Immediately, Billie broke into a run. Mylinda was hugging me tightly, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was trying to escape from everything, and now I feel terrible," Into my ear repeatedly.
Billie gently pulled us apart and took me into his arms, then, thinking better of it, picked me up bridal style, and carried me around to the other side of my house. He sat down with me on his lap, holding me to his hard, warm body. I closed my eyes and promptly fell asleep, my head on his chest.
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Post by Taylor on Sept 30, 2006 17:40:07 GMT -5
I sniffled watching Rein and Billi walk around the house. I turned and Liam was standing right behind me. I gasped and I wiped the tears that were streaming down my face. He asked me,"What's wrong." I told him about my father and the bar. He said nice things to me and I sobbed and sat on the grass, my blue skirt spread out around me. He sat next to me and put his arm around me. I sobbed on his shoulder until the church bell rang noon.
Laim and I walked slowly to the well. I sat on the edge and Liam sat next to me. He wiped a tear of my cheek with his soft fingers. We sat in silence for awhile. Finally, he broke it. "I'm sorry you're having such a bad weekend." He took my hand in his. I looked into his green eyes and he looked into mine. We both blushed and looked at the ground.
Katlyn ran up to me and gave me a hug. "I just heard the news about your father." she said in my ear. Then she saw Liam and that we were holding hands. She gave me the 'you lucky duck' look. When we where in elementary school we would make jokes on who would kiss Liam first. Katlyn gave me one last hug and sat next to me. I had already cried so much I couldn't cry anymore. We all stood up and started walking back to Rein's.
As I was walking back to Rein's house with Liam and Katlyn we saw a penny. "I guess you luck will be changing." Liam told me.
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Post by Miss Murder on Oct 2, 2006 16:06:40 GMT -5
When I finally awoke, I was still curled up on Billie's lap, and hew was gently toying with a small strand of my silk-like hair. I glanced up at him, and our gazes locked, my luminiscent green eyes locked with his caring, gentle, brown ones.
I noticed that our faces were slowly moving toward each other, and a part of me wanted to jump up and kiss Billie until I couldn't. But I managed to hold back. Barely. He gently leaned his forehead against mine.
In a swift motion I turned the lower half of my body so that I was facing Billie, our noses now touching. Those gorgeous eyes of his were half closed as he whispered words that made my heart leap into my throat.
"When you said you were surprised that I wasn't married, I was going to say that that was because the girl of my dreams left before I could tell her how I feel. But you came back, Rein. And you have no idea how much I care for you."
Then our lips connected, sending delicious shivers down my spine. At first, the kiss was slow and cautious, but it blossomed from there. A few moments later, our tongues touched, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins.
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Post by Taylor on Oct 3, 2006 15:58:49 GMT -5
Liam said,"I guess your luck will be changing." I laughed a sad laugh and then saw Rein and Billlie kissing. "That's so nasty." Katlyn said hiding behind Liam. I laughed at her statement and we walked right past them straight to the bar. As we were walking Jake ran past, sticking his tounge out at Katlyn. She got angry and chased after him. I chased after Katlyn and Liam ran behind me. Finally Katlyn stopped and fell to the ground of exastion. I layed down next to her and we breathed heavily. Liam ran up and asked,"What was that about?" "He pushed me in the well and Jake's such a jerk. We;ve been enemies since first grade." Katlyn said.
We walked toward the bar slowly and came to it. I sighed and walked in with Liam and Katlyn. I sat at the bar and poured us all glasses of gingerale. We sat in silence for a while. A man walked in, the same man who gave me the offer of 100 dollars. "Have you thought about what you would like to do?" "Yes actually I have." I said slowly,"I'm going to keep the bar. I'll still live here, and maybe I'll hire some workers to pass out drinks or something." He was not expecting that. His face expression changed from happy, to sad, to angry. "You'll regret not giving me the bar." He yelled in my face and walked out. "Do you think he really meant that?" I asked them. "No." Liam said. "I sure hope not." Katlyn said, more to herself than me.
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Post by Miss Murder on Oct 13, 2006 19:17:37 GMT -5
I heard the complete conversation between Mylinda and the man who had previously tried to get the bar. It made me so angry that I started to tremble. "Rein, calm down," Billie murmured softly, taking my quivering hand in his.
Sighing, I dropped to the grass. He slipped into place next to me and I watched the stranger storm off, his heavy, angry steps raising small clouds of dust from the dry, unpaved road. I shook my head slowly, trying to get clear thoughts to form in my head.
I knew him from somewhere, but I just couldn't extract a name or place from the blurry memory. Only a vague feeling of impending danger. I looked up, my gaze settling slowly on Liam, Katlyn, and Mylinda, who were sitting inside the bar, sipping gingerale, talking worriedly.
I jumped up, and, with Billie right behind me, walked into the bar. Conversation stopped completely when we entered, all the inhabitants of the booth by the window giving us odd looks. "What?" I demanded,"You look like you saw both of us sprout another head instead of kiss."
My remark drew a laugh from everyone, and Istepped behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of ale as I spun around like a show girl. There were already two extra glasses set out; I guess Mylinda was expecting us.
I skillfully tossed the bottle into the air, then caught it behind my back, popping the cork off and distributing the bubbly liquid into cups the way that Morroccans pour tea; starting to pour with the neck of the bottle close to the cup, then moving my arm up slowly, causing froth to arise on the surface.
As I finished off the first cup, I began to sing in my deep, smooth voice.
"And she said: I'll wait for you Like I did last year At Christmas time, with your family here And your truck broke down, out in San Antone And the gifts stayed wrapped; 'til you got home Oh, this ain't nothin' new Sweetheart, I'll wait for you.
Now he's on his phone Talkin' to the one he loves and always will His heart is breakin' 'cause she's there alone Her heart is achin' 'cause she wants him home She says: I'll wait for you, like in '68 When our child was due, but I said, he'll have to wait Until his dad gets here and stands by my side Remember, Dear, our son's first cry Oh, this ain't nothin' new Sweetheart, I'll wait for you.
He didn't stop all day to eat a bite And he finally got there around midnight The doctor said, she's in a better place She said to give this you this note just in case.
And it said, I'll wait for you at Heaven's gate Oh, I don't care how long it takes And I'll tell Saint Pete I can't come in Without my love, and my best friend Oh, this ain't nothin' new Sweetheart, I'll wait for you."
(That's a modern song, so I started in the second verse, because it says something about a flight while he was in Montana. It's a good song; I'll Wait For You, By Joe Nichols)
I was finished pouring now, and was sliding Billie's drink across the table to him as I sang the last lines of the song;
"P.S. I love you, too Sweetheart, I'll wait for you..."
And I let my voice trail off as I slid onto the upholstered booth seat next to Mylinda, across from Billie. All four of them were looking at me strangley for the second time in the last fifteen minutes. "You know," Mylinda said softly, "We will need someone to entertain here. You know, to bring in customers."
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Post by Taylor on Oct 17, 2006 18:19:00 GMT -5
Okay so the man just left and Liam, Katlyn, and I were in a heated conversation about where we think Billie and Rein are going to be in a year when they walked in. Rein opened the ale and sang a song. I said,"We will need someone to entertain here. You know, to bring in customers." The smile on Rein's face made me feel good. I knew she wanted to and I know that I needed someone to help! Maybe she can help serve a little too on cleaning. Wow that song for some reason made me feel better I don't feel so lonely any more. I sort of feel... well I can't explain it.
I said,"So did you see that guy?" "Yes" Rein said. "Well I sure hope he was just mad and not crazy." Katlyn got up from the table and sneezed then tripped over a chair. She hurt her right knee and sneezed again. I jumped up from the chair and knealed down next to her. Her knee was bleading and so Liam ran over to the counter and got a towel. Rein wrapped it and then someone walked in the bar and asked if it was open. I looked at Rein for help, but she was busy helping Katlyn. Billie was by the bar getting some water and Liam was sitting next to Katlyn. I looked at the guy and shook my head. He said,"Oh that's to bad. I have a bunch of money I'd like to spend." He walked out the door and I followed him outside cause trust me I needed the money. As soon as I got outside the guy before that had threatined me. I backed away and spun running back in the bar. I ran up to Billie and told him, who told everyone else. The guys walked in and looked right at me.
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Post by Miss Murder on Nov 23, 2006 20:03:26 GMT -5
After Mylinda had gone outside, I found a rag and started dusting tables, just to busy myself. I couldn't help myself- I looked up at Billie, who was wiping off the bar. He looked over at me, and flashed a brilliant smile. But his attention was drawn to the door when Mylinda burst through it, hurried over to him, and whispered something into his ear.
A couple minutes later, the man who had wanted to buy the bar kicked down the door, glaring around. When his eyes fell on me, a crooked smile spread across his face. Oh no.
He walked slowly across the room until he reached me where I was frozen with fear. "Heeey, beautiful. How'd you like to come with me?" He leaned forward, looking into my eyes. I was petrified. Purely petrified.
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Post by Taylor on Dec 1, 2006 17:54:55 GMT -5
Katlyn was sitting on the floor rubbing her hurt knee, and Rein was cleaning. Liam was sitting next to her and talking on and on about something. The men walked in, the man who had recently wanted to buy the bar walked over to Rein and said,"Heeey, beautiful. How'd you like to come with me?" Rein was standing in shock staring at him. The other man slowly made his way around one of the table's and slowly made his way around two more before he came in front of the bar and looked at Billie and me. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. Katlyn and Liam were crawling toward the door, when the man in front of Rein spun on them and pulled out a gun. They froze as he beckoned them to stand up.
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 19, 2006 16:53:29 GMT -5
I was not in control of myself. I was thoroughly shaken, and my common sense had disappeared, leaving me with nothing but scattered wits and dull survival skills.
My mind had long since shut down, and I relied solely on my instincts and the will of God. I slowly reached out to my side, grabbing a steak knife from a nearby table.
With a sudden, swift movement, I had the man's arms twisted behind his back, the knife pressed against his neck. The gun fell to the floor. I got a good look at it before my attention was back on the man. It was a single shot rifle, and the safety was still engaged.
I pulled the knife away, shoving the man forward. I grabbed the gun, holding it easily against my side. With a click, I disabled the safety. The other man dropped his gun, shoving his hands into the air.
"Now, get out." I whispered, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife going through hot butter.
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Post by Taylor on Dec 22, 2006 19:22:39 GMT -5
I stared at the Rein as she unarmed that man in one swift movement. I stood clinging to Billies coat as scared as I could have ever been in my life. I cried as they walked out and yelled they would return. Rein dropped the gun and sat on a chair. Billie picked it up and held it in his free hand and with the other he held Rein's hand. I cried and hugged Katlyn.
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