#shortsolo

Written by @ChasteBeauty_

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[[ The feeling as if someone is watching me remains even after parking my car at First Beach. I pull the hair tie off my wrist and pull my hair back into a ponytail. I'm not here to draw attention to myself. I just need a place to go and clear my thoughts. 

Written by ‪@ChasteBeauty_.

[[I have gone from a hot and dusty climate to cold, damp, and rainy. I’ve crossed over into Washington State and yeah I guess you can say the mountains and greenery are beautiful but I don’t give a damn about stuff like that. I don’t see the world as a beautiful place. It’s a fucked up place and we are meant to survive the best way we can. Which means I’ll do anything I need to in order to have what I want. I’ve done just about everything possible except commit murder. Not because I value human life but because I’ve never been put in a situation I’ve had to. Moreover, I do not see myself doing well in prison.

Sara couldn't sleep. She wiggle her way from underneath Greg and she picked up his shirt. She put it on then grabbed the pack cigarettes on the nightstand. Sara padded her way down stairs to her porch. She liked this house. It was secluded and surrounded by the trees. Sara opens the front door and stepped out onto her porch. She sat down on the steps. Sara took out a smoke and lighted it. She took a long drag from a cigarette. For a short moment, Sara closed her eyes to take the taste of the cigarette. She exhaled then within that moment she knew that she wasn’t alone. Sara’s eyes open slowly and doing so she spoke, “I don’t who the fuck you are yet you are trespassing. That really pisses me off.” By this time, Sara’s eyes are completely open. She heard this soft spoken voice and a frail looking female in front of her. “Please don’t hurt me. I am lost. Well sort of. Are you Sara Capriotti?” She said.

Sara reached in the potted plant near her. Sara always left weapons strategically placed around the house. She found the large hunting knife in the plant. “Yes, I am Sara. Who the fuck wants to know?” Sara shifted on the step. “I do.” The voice was a deep male voice. By this time, Sara had sprung to her feet and stood tall and proud. Then there was this confusion that was written all over Sara’s face. She moved her feet put herself in a defensive stance. This male looked familiar. He looked like Junior and Sage. Sara knew neither of her brothers had children. “Fuck me running sideways with a green rubber hose.” Sara said. She shook her head in disbelief.

“No, I would like to talk to you Sara. That is all. I will not harm you.” He said. Sara laughed then spoke with rage as the undertone of her statement. “I would never let you harm me in any way. Speak boy. I don’t have all fucking night.” The male looked her up and down. He had several instincts that were kicking in and he wasn't sure which one to go too. “Sara, look my mother has found a way to make a super breed of werewolves. They are larger and faster than you, Junior, Sage, and even both of our brother, James.” He said to her. “Yet you look like fucking Junior. Did your psycho cunt guzzling mother freeze my father’s sperm?” Sara was yelling by this time. She knew she was loud. Sara felt Greg’s presence behind her. She scanned this male’s face and inhaled deeply the smell coming off of this man was making her stomach flip. She had her answer. This male was her brother.

Sara’s internal dialogue was broken by the male’s voice. “The name is Victor, Sara. I am Victor Coleman.” “That bitch. I am going to rip her throat out with my bare hands. First, apparently I need to retrieve my asshole father’s sperm.” Sara shudders and cringed when those words came from her mouth. “Sara that is not the case.” Victor said. Sara glanced at him and stared at him. She tilted her head to the left than the right. Sara didn’t realize she had gripped the railing until she heard the wood splinter in her hands. Sara shook her head and so quick that she thought she was dizzy. By this time, the railing wood was pulled away.

Bracken walked through the Shreveport airport. He is on his phone talking to his assistant, Avis. “Get me a room at the Hilton until Ruby can get my house in order. She told me that they just finished putting in new hardwood floors. I need at least a week stay. Thank you, Avis. Give Elena call and tell I have made it to Shreveport.” Brack tells Avis in very direct manner with disdain behind his words. He hangs up and not even saying bye to Avis.

Bracken was quickly moving in and out through the crowds of people in the airport. He unlocks his screen on his cell phone. Bracken pulls up his contact list and finds Bobby’s name in his phone. He calls Bobby the phone rings and Bobby answers,”Speak to me man.” “Bobby, it is Bracken Cadwell. I am a silent partner investor in Candy’s business. I heard that you were checking on me. Trust me I am legitimate. This is not the only reason for my call, Bobby. I want to have a sit down talk with Miss Candice Jones.” Bracken says. “That is great to hear because she wants to have a meeting with you, as well. She has a lot of questions and concerns for you.” Bobby says to Bracken. Bracken laughs then replies, “That is good. Tell her to bring all her questions. I am will be happy to answer them. Bobby, you give little Miss Candice Jones a call and arrange a meeting time. I’ll be staying at the Hilton. Call me there.” Bracken ends the call.