Anna Michelle Collar was born August 26, 1980 in Powell, Wyoming and grew up in Darrouzett, Texas. Anna had a passion for life and a smile that lit up any room she entered. Her friends and family remember her as always going out of her way to help others. She was diagnosed with leukemia on October 14, 2004 and lost her battle on December 22, 2004.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
The Dark Heart ~ Part 7
As he neared the fountain, he scanned the area looking for
Genna. He smiled and gave her an awkward wave with his hand that held his
whiskey, but he could tell she hadn’t seen him. He took another step forward
just as a hand reached out, grabbed Genna’s arm and pulled her into a small
alcove by the fountain.
Jackson’s heart hitched as a ripple of fear started to spread
through his veins. He rushed toward the
alcove, hoping that Genna was all right. He couldn’t imagine anyone would be
brazen to assault a woman in the middle of a party, but he wasn’t naïve enough
to think bad things didn’t happen at parties filled with people, even charity
He rounded the corner, ready to confront whomever had jerked
Genna’s arm so harshly and skidded to a stop. He blinked hard, trying to register
what he was seeing. In a dark corner of the alcove stood Genna. She was pressed
up against the wall, her arms draped over a man’s shoulders. The man stood
close as he whispered something to her. Genna laughed before placing her hands
on the back of the man’s head and gently pulling him close to kiss her
passionately. The man moved from Genna’s lips to her neck, as Genna ran her
hands through the man’s sandy blonde hair.
Jackson’s mouth fell open as his mind raced to decide what
to do next. The man stepped back ever so slightly from the kiss and glanced
over his shoulder just enough for Jackson to see the man was Tucker.
Jackson’s fist clinched the stem of the wine goblet so hard
he feared he would break it. He stepped forward to confront the couple and then
shook his head. He gently sat the wine glass holding the spritzer down and
walked toward the door leading to the garden he had seen earlier.
He downed his whiskey in one gulp and put the short tumbler
on the edge of the fountain before going outside. His mind reeled. How could Tucker do this to him? If
anyone knew how Jackson felt about Genna it was Tucker. Jackson had never felt
Jackson took random turns down the garden paths, trying to
walk off his anger. Hadn’t it been
Tucker’s idea for Jackson to come to the ball in order to sweep Genna off her
feet? What was the point if he was just going to pull Genna into some dark
corner to make out?
Stopping, Jackson took a deep breath. Tucker was being a big
jerk, no doubt about it, but Jackson reminded himself, he had no claim to
Genna. They had one dance and a bit of flirtation, if she didn’t want it to go
any further, that was fine by him.
He turned around and started back to the house and was
surprised to find himself in a labyrinth of tall hedges.
“Great,” Jackson mumbled to himself, “way to go knucklehead,
get all worked out about a girl, who isn’t even your girlfriend, and walk right
into a maze without paying attention.”
He jumped up, hoping to see the house and was surprised that
he couldn’t. He sighed and began walking, hoping that his usually great sense
of direction wouldn’t fail him.