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Chapter 3 (v.1) - A flash from the past

Submitted: December 18, 2010

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Submitted: December 18, 2010



Alone in her room, she was able to think and sort some more things out. Her room was dark and a little messy. It was also her safe haven. It’s the place where she could just sit and think about stuff without being interrupted, most of the time. Sometimes Christina would have her music so loud that Daniella would get phone calls from neighbors asking her to turn down the noise.
“What in the world happened today? Why did I have that vision? Who was that in my vision? Was that me? That was really weird. Oh well, I will think about in the morning.” Daniella thought to herself as she undressed to get in her queen-sized bed. She got in the bed and pulled the covers up and over her head on the pillow leaning on the headboard. Eyes closed she began to dream about the vision she had in the parking lot, not knowing what was going to happen.
I was right where I started earlier today, in the middle of non-familiar memorizes. But this time it didn’t fade out like last time. The man I couldn’t recognize was standing there with the woman that looked like me, holding hands and talking. At first I couldn’t tell what they were saying or talking about. I am an okay lip reader but the man was talking too fast for me to understand. All of the sudden voices popped into my mind just like the images had. It was like watching a movie that the sound was a second off from the people’s lips. Their lips would move but nothing would come out, then the words would come right as they finished speaking.
“Antoinette, come with me. I can’t help but think we are more than just partners here. I know I am nearly ten years older than you but that shouldn’t get in between us and our feelings for each other, right?” the man asks the blond-haired woman. They look into each other’s eyes, just standing there holding each other’s hands. The man takes the first move after about five minutes. He bends down so he was on one knee and said, “Please Antoinette, make me the happiest I have ever been, by marrying me. The agency won’t have to know. They might find out later but they don’t have to know about us till we’re out the business.”
The blond-haired woman looks down at him with a blank, pale stare. The guns that I saw in my vision earlier were now on the ground in the dirt, next to where the couple is standing. The lights and sirens hadn’t appeared yet. The woman tilts her head slightly to the left like a puppy-dog. The man, still kneeling, is holding her hands and starts kissing them and going up her arm with the kisses. He pulls on Antoinette’s arms a little as he goes farther up her arms with the kisses. She bends over and finally is down to the man’s level. She opens her mouth to speak but, before she can get any words out, the man pulls her close and kisses her passionately. Antoinette starts to melt into the man as he kisses her. Her eyes close slowly as the kiss goes from one to many, making their way down her long slender neck.
As the kisses spread down her body, their bodies entangle. As the kisses get more passionate, the guns next to them are kicked out of their way by the man as their bodies twist into one, with their clothes as the only barrier. Antoinette pulls away to unbutton the man’s shirt as the man unties her lacy blouse in the back. His shirt comes off first and his bare, slightly hairy chest, rubs up against Antoinette’s arms. As the man finishes untying her blouse he starts to pull it off, Antoinette pulls away.
“I’m sorry, Grant. I love you, but I can’t marry you right now,” the woman says. The man looked at her like he was seeing the devil or an evil spirit. The man looked at her with disbelief as she told him why. “I am only twenty years old and you are what thirty-two? I have been kidnapped away from my home and parents, who have been looking for me since the day the agency picked me up. If we were going to get married and settle down I have no degree in anything so I can’t get a job that pays well. And besides, what will my parents think when I come back to them all knocked up with a guy’s kid that they don’t know and may not like.” She paused enough to look at Grant in the eyes. “I love you. I really do. But I don’t think I’m ready to be married.” She reached out to touch Grant’s face with her silky smooth hands. Grant turned his head and looked at his shirt but he didn’t pick it up. Antoinette dropped her hand and looked around. Her head was still turned when Grant started to talk to her.
“I understand what you mean. If you really love me as much as you say, would it help if I waited to marry you?” Grant asked her as he got up to sit on his knees. Antoinette turned her head to face Grant when he was talking. They looked at each other, and Grant reached out to touch her face. When his hand reached her face she leaned into his touch. Grant put both hands on Antoinette’s face and pulled her close to his bare chest. She rested her head on his chest and rapped her hands around him.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, Grant.” She muffled from his chest. They sat there together, holding each other. Grant rubbed her back and then tied her blouse up again. She pulled herself up and looked at him. He got up first. He put out his hand to help Antoinette up but she didn’t take it, so he walked around. She crawled over to where she threw his shirt during their minute of heated passion. She stood up with Grant’s shirt in her hand. He walked over to her and put his hand under her chin and lifted it up so he could see her in the eyes. She closes her eyes as she leans in for a kiss. He kisses her briefly.
He takes his shirt from her, puts it on, and walks around Antoinette to hug her from the back. She turns and hugs him, his shirt still unbuttoned. He looks down at her as she starts to button it up for him. The sirens sound, and the couple franticly look around. The sounds get closer and louder. Grant grabs his shirt and finishes to button it, as Antoinette grabs the guns. They each took a gun and grabbed each other’s open hand. As they walked to their car, a black SUV, the lights turned the corner. When they saw the lights they started to run.
They were just a couple feet away from the car when a shot went off. It came from above them and just barely missed hitting Grant. They looked up and saw who shot at them. It was one of their own. He was sitting on the tin roof of an old run-down building. Grant and Antoinette took their chances and ran for the car. They knew that kid wasn’t a very good shot. The boy on the roof kept shooting at them but never hit them. They reached the car and climbed inside. The key was missing and neither Grant nor Antoinette had it. They looked at the boy who had stopped shooting. He was holding the keys between his thumb and forefinger, dangling them above his head for the world to see.
“Now what do we do?” asked Grant, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. He looked at Antoinette. “Didn’t they teach you how to hot wire a car? Can you do this one?” He pushed his seat back as far as it could go and kicked the part under the steering wheel. It came off with no problem. As Antoinette leaned over to start hot wiring the SUV, the kid started shooting at the car again. Grant pulled one of the high caliber handguns from the back and loaded it up.

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