Tuesday, December 27, 2016

The Dark Heart ~ Part 27

“So now you know why I think you’re better off,” said Tucker. “She has this effect on guys, by the time she’s done with them, they are like lost little pathetic puppies, just looking for anyone to love them.”
“She’s been nothing but honest with me,” said Jackson. “She told me she didn’t want to be in a relationship.”
“I know she did,” Tucker said as he stood to leave, “and then she kissed you at the party and went on two dates with you. Does that really sound like someone not looking for a relationship or does that sound like someone playing games with your heart?”

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Jackson sat on the beach and poked at his campfire with a stick. He didn’t want to believe everything Tucker had told him, especially the part about Emberlyn playing with his heart. She had seemed so genuine and sincere. He had felt her kiss him back both at the party and in the woods. He had felt the electricity race through his body as they embraced and felt her pull him tighter.
“Maybe she’s torn?” Jackson said aloud to himself. “Maybe she wants a relationship, but she’s too afraid of getting hurt? What if I can show her that I’m not like that other guy?”
Jackson threw his stick into the fire and laid back on the sand. Most of him knew that Emberlyn hadn’t put a hit out on her ex-fiancée, but a tiny trickle of doubt began to worm its way into his thoughts. She did have a lot of money and his actions had caused her to lose her baby. If anyone deserved to have a hit put on them, it was that guy. Emberlyn probably was out of her mind with grief.
Jackson shook the thought away. No one deserved to be killed, no matter how big of a dirt bag.
He heard someone shuffling through the sand and sat up, his heart raced as he saw a female form walking towards his fire. He hoped it was Emberlyn, but as she came closer he saw it was Genna. His heart dropped with disappointment.
“Hey there,” said Genna. “I saw your fire and wondered if you might like some company.”
“Sure,” said Jackson, even though Genna wasn’t Emberlyn, he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts any longer. “Have a seat.”
“Got any marshmallows?” asked Genna.
Jackson thought about the last time he sat in front of a fire with Emberlyn and roasted marshmallows. He shook his head. “Just me and my thoughts tonight.”
“You wanna talk about it?” asked Genna.
“Honestly, I rather talk about anything else than what I’m thinking aobut,” said Jackson.
“Okay,” said Genna, “let me tell you what Stella did at the club today. I could die, for reals.”
Jackson listened as Genna droned on and on about how Stella wore a bathing suit that was from last year’s season. Not only was it not the latest fashion, but Stella had “obviously” been eating carbs, because she had a muffin top.
“Didn’t she have an eating disorder?” asked Jackson, wrinkling his forehead. “She was in rehab last summer because she was anorexic, right?”
“She did, but she’s over that now,” said Genna, with a wave of her hand. “Just because she can eat whatever she wants, doesn’t mean she should.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” said Jackson, shaking his head. “Besides I think she looks a lot better. She used to be so skinny, I worried about her. Now, she looks healthy.”
Genna laughed. “So now you’re the expert on women’s bodies?”
Jackson shrugged and tried to hide his annoyance. He could only imagine how hard Stella worked to be okay with her healthy weight gain only to have Genna say she had a muffin top. “I’m saying I own a surf shop and have seen a number of bikinis and Stella is no where near fat. I’m proud of her.”
“Oh, Jackson, you are such a sweetheart.”
Genna reached over and kissed Jackson.
Jackson pulled back, his arms raised in a peaceful gesture. “I’m sorry, Genna, but I only want to be your friend.”
Genna cocked her head. “Jackson Hunt I know you have a crush on me. You’ve been crushing on me for over a year. What kind of game are you playing?”

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

The Dark Heart ~ Part 26

“How long ago was that?” asked Jackson.
Tucker shrugged. “About five years back I think.”
“So what do you know about the engagement?” asked Jackson, rubbing his jaw. He knew he was listening to rumor, but if it helped him understand just a little of what Emberlyn was going through, then it was worth it.
Tucker ate another orange slice and looked to the ceiling as if thinking of the details. “Well, I don’t remember his name, he didn’t really run in our circle at first, but they were wild about each other. They never left each other’s sides at her parties. They danced every dance and took moonlight strolls in the garden.”
“Sounds very romantic,” said Jackson, trying not to sound irritated.
“Look, the point is they seemed really happy and everyone who knew Emberlyn said she was madly in love with him. So it didn’t surprise anyone when they announced their engagement. What did surprise everyone is on the day of the wedding he left ran off with her assistant.”
“How very cliché,” said Jackson, feeling angry at this man he had never met.
“Right?” said Tucker throwing up his hands in digust. “That’s what everyone said, but that’s not even the worse of it. Emberlyn and this guy lived together in this immaculate house that had two stories this crazy steep floating staircase that led from the upstairs hallway down to the front door. So Igor …,”
“You mean Alister,” corrected Jackson.
“Yeah, Alister had to tell Emberlyn that her groom not only wasn’t coming, but had run off with her assistant. Emberlyn stormed out of the room, which was on the second floor, looking to confront the dude, tripped on her wedding dress, and fell down the stairs. Turns out she was pregnant with the jerk’s baby, but lost it during the fall.”
Jackson felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Poor Emberlyn had lost both the man she loved and a child, she most certainly cherished, in a matter of minutes.
“She was in some kind of private hospital for a while, lucky to be alive,” Tucker continued. “No one saw her for a long time.”
“So what happened to the douche? Is he living somewhere happily ever after with the assistant?” asked Jackson. He wondered if the guy still lived in town and if Emberlyn had to see him being happy with the other woman.
“Another strange thing,” said Tucker, finishing the orange. “The guy and the assistant did get married but died in a fiery car crash on their wedding night.” He wrinkled his brow at Jackson and leaned in close. “There was no cause for the wreck. No other vehicle or car malfunction, it’s like it just flipped into the air and burst into flames without reason. The explosion on the driver’s side was so hot there was nothing left of the dude’s body. There was a lot of speculation that it was Emberlyn who arranged a hit on them.”
“She wouldn’t do that,” said Jackson, firmly.
“So says you,” said Tucker with a shrug sitting back, “and the officers in charge of investigating the crash. No evidence of foul play at all, said they must have hit a deer or something and the animal was able to run off. But she never really lived down the rumors and she’s never stayed with a guy for long since then.”
“Can’t say I blame her,” said Jackson as he sat back in his chair.
“So now you know why I think you’re better off,” said Tucker. “She has this effect on guys, by the time she’s done with them, they are like lost little pathetic puppies, just looking for anyone to love them.”
“She’s been nothing but honest with me,” said Jackson. “She told me she didn’t want to be in a relationship.”

“I know she did,” Tucker said as he stood to leave, “and then she kissed you at the party and went on two dates with you. Does that really sound like someone not looking for a relationship or does that sound like someone playing games with your heart?”

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

The Dark Heart ~ Part 25

“Don’t,” she repeated. “You can’t fall in love with me, because I’ll never return your love. I just can’t.”
She turned and ran down the road.
Jackson followed. “Emberlyn, stop! Let’s just talk about this.”
Emberlyn didn’t stop and as they rounded the bend, he saw Alister waiting by Emberlyn’s black car, with the door open. Jackson had barely gotten to the end of the old road when the black car speed back towards town.



Chapter 8


Jackson tossed his phone on his office desk in frustration after he checked it for the hundredth time hoping for a text from Emberlyn. He had sent her about a dozen messages apologizing for the kiss. He had just been caught up in the moment and he had thought she wanted to kiss him. Apparently, he had read the signals all wrong and now he felt like a complete jerk.
His phone buzzed and Jackson quickly picked it up, hoping for a text from Emberlyn, but it was only an e-mail from a merchandiser saying Jackson’s order had been shipped.
Jackson let out a groan of disgust.
“Bad day?” asked Tucker as he let himself into Jackson’s office.
“Bad move,” said Jackson, “on my part.”
“Jackson Hunt, the gentleman of all gentlemen, made a bad move?” Tucker sat down in the chair opposite the desk and rubbed his hands together. “Now this I have to hear.”
“It’s not that exciting,” said Jackson, rolling his eyes at Tucker. “I went out with Emberlyn yesterday and misread the signs. I kissed her and she ran.”
“Ran?” Tucker cocked his head.
“As in literally, ran to her car and drove away,” said Jackson. “Now she’s not returning any of my texts. She told me that wasn’t what she wanted and I didn’t listen. So I’m feeling like a grade A ass.”
Tucker leaned back in his chair. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“You wouldn’t?” Jackson twisted his mouth. “Of course, you wouldn’t, you go through girls like you drink water. Emberlyn’s different. I like her and not just in a romantic sense.”
“Jackson, everyone likes Emberlyn James,” stated Tucker “and I wouldn’t worry about it because I think you’re better off.”
“How so?” Jackson sighed and resisted the urge to check his phone again even though it hadn’t buzzed.
“This is what she does,” explained Tucker. He grabbed an orange off Jackson’s desk and started to peel it. “I’ve been going to her parties for a long time and she always seems to have some love sick fool …,” He looked up at Jackson. “… no offense.”
“None taken,” said Jackson a bit sarcastically.
“Anyway she’s got a guy on her shoulder one minute and breaking his heart the next,” Tucker continued. “I’ve never seen her stick with anyone. Rumor has it she won’t let anyone get close to her.”
“She did tell me as much,” said Jackson, “but why? We have good chemistry, she’s easy to talk to, and always seems to be at ease with herself and I swear, Tucker, she kissed me back. I felt a connection of the likes I’ve never felt with anyone I’ve kissed before.”
“It’s not your fault,” Tucker threw the peel in the garbage and started to section it off. “She was engaged once and it didn’t end well. Girls don’t get over stuff like that.” Tucker popped a piece of orange in his mouth.
“How long ago was that?” asked Jackson.
Tucker shrugged. “About five years back I think.”

“So what do you know about the engagement?” asked Jackson, rubbing his jaw. He knew he was listening to rumor, but if it helped him understand just a little of what Emberlyn was going through, then it was worth it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Dark Heart ~ Part 24

Starting down the road, Jackson hoped she would take his elbow again, but she didn’t. Jackson put his hands in his pockets and concentrated on the beauty around him. Even though he tried to look at the trees, flowers, and nature, his gaze kept falling on Emberlyn.
He heard the growl first and stopped in his tracks. He gently grabbed Emberlyn’s arm to keep her from taking another step. There in overgrown road stood a gray wolf.
Jackson pulled his other hand from his pocket and slowly stepped in front of Emberlyn. The wolf lowered his head and bared his teeth.
“I think it’s rabid,” whispered Jackson. “Help me find a stick.”
Jackson scanned the ground quickly, trying to keep both a watch on the wolf and find a weapon. A large branch sat a foot away. As Jackson slowly bent to reach the stick, Emberlyn stopped him.
“We don’t need that,” said Emberlyn, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.
She slid in front of him and shook Jackon’s grip from her arm.
“Emberlyn, stop,” hissed Jackson.
“You’re puffing up your chest, Jackson,” Emberlyn said calmly. “Trust me.”
She took a slow step forward and raised her hand palm up. A slight hum started to fill the air and Jackson was surprised to see it was coming from Emberlyn.
The wolf stopped baring its teeth and let out a little whine. The humming stop and Jackson could just barely make out Emberlyn talking, softly and calmly, but couldn’t make out the words. The wolf whimpered again and stepped toward Emberlyn, bumping his head under her open palm.
Emberly squats and gives the animal a good head scratch. “See there’s no reason to be upset. You’re a good boy.”
Jackson felt his mouth drop open as the wolf gave Emberlyn a lick on the cheek before running back into the woods.
“That was amazing,” said Jackson as he approached her.
Emberlyn shook her head as she stood and brushed the wolf hair from her hands. “Not amazing, just someone’s lost, scared pet.”
“That was no pet,” said Jackson, “that was a wolf! I didn’t even know we had gray wolves around here.”
Emberlyn shrugged. “People have wild animals for pets all the time…”
“You were so calm,” interrupted Jackson, “and amazing.”
He felt a rush of emotion as he gently brushed a stray piece of hair from her face. She looked up at him with her lilac colored eyes and bit her lip. He wanted to see what those lips tasted like himself and bent placing his lips on hers.
To his surprise she lifted herself up to kiss him back. Sparks ignited and traveled through his body, sending mini fireworks exploding throughout his body. He pulled her tighter, needing more of her, before she gently pushed him back.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
“What?” asked Jackson taking a small step towards her.
“Don’t,” she repeated. “You can’t fall in love with me, because I’ll never return your love. I just can’t.”
She turned and ran down the road.
Jackson followed. “Emberlyn, stop! Let’s just talk about this.”

Emberlyn didn’t stop and as they rounded the bend, he saw Alister waiting by Emberlyn’s black car, with the door open. Jackson had barely gotten to the end of the old road when the black car speed back towards town. 

Sunday, December 4, 2016

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