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Tuesday Tales – Writing

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Hey everyone! It’s time for Tuesday Tales. We are back with Sloan and Abbey in Family Ties, book six of the Black Irish series.

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Time slipped away quickly as Ame studied for her chemistry test. She had a crazy knack for the subject and loved it. If she aced this test tomorrow she had a great chance to end the year with an “A”. The only break she took was to have a supper of spaghetti, meatballs and garlic knots with everyone. She giggled as she watched the men she knew as her uncles perch on armchairs in the living room while they shoveled the pasta into their mouths just so their wives and children had a place to sit. The whole scene made her wonder. Would life ever go back to the way it was? Once she finished eating she tossed her plate into the sink of dishes her grandmother was already washing and scampered back to her room.

It was nearly nine o’clock when her cell rang. After writing a couple notes on her paper, Ame checked the screen. “Dakota,” she murmured. Her heart pounded in her chest as she silenced it. She couldn’t help the crush she had on him. But after seeing him with Chelsea she didn’t want to talk to him.

A few seconds later it rang again. With an irritated huff she silenced it again.

When it rang again she answered it. “What do you want, Dakota?”

“Hello, sweetheart.”

Ame nearly dropped the phone as every part inside her clenched in fear. This wasn’t Dakota. She knew his warm, sweet voice. The person who spoke was cold, devious, adult. She gasped as she recognized him. It’s the guy with the knife from school! Mom and Dad said his name is Oliver. “How did you get Dakota’s phone?” she demanded.

“Your little friend and I have been having a little talk. I think you should come join us.”

“No way. I don’t even know if he’s really there.”

“Really?” She heard the phone go distant. Then she heard Oliver talk. “I think your little girlfriend  wants to talk to you.”

There was silence for nearly a minute then a pain-filled gasp. “Ame, hang up please,” Dakota cried out.

Ame fought back a whimper. “Where are you?”

“On the other end of the lake behind your house,” Oliver responded.

“Fine. Let me sneak out. I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to hurt him again.”

“Don’t,” she pleaded just before the line went dead. She scrambled off her bed and slipped her shoes back on. She slowly opened her bedroom door. Even though her parents and six siblings had bedrooms on this floor, not one of them was upstairs. Silently she jogged down the back staircase and out the door to the garage.

Her heart stampeded in her chest as she ran alongside the lake. Her head filled with doubt. Did Oliver really have Dakota? How did he know who Dakota was? She tried to remember the television reports over the thud of her footsteps and the thundering of her heartbeat. She gasped as she remembered. Yes, one report showed Dakota with her and her grandparents, right before she ran to her father’s arms.

He’s in danger because of me!

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on August 17, 2015, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, story, writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Oh no– she’s going out alone! That’s brave of her, but I hope her parents have spidey sense. Great scene!

  2. Wow. From nice family dinner to psycho killer from school torturing the boyfriend. Talk about a rush. Great job.

  3. wow! Intense! Great job! Jillian

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