A Fellow Writer

I wanted to do a blog post about an amazing writer, G. Jefferies. I first had the pleasure of reading his  body of work on a creative writing course. Which is a great place to start out to mold your writing talent.
Since then, we have shared ideas and bounced thoughts, doubts, characters and anything to do with writing.  

I am also lucky that he kindly encourages me about my book :) Also he takes the time to edit and proof my work, of which I am grateful to no end. As I need all the help I can get lol

I love reading Gary's style and in depth stories. They pull me in and leave me wanting more. I am sure if you read his work, you too will grow to love his stories and I tell you this, he has plenty of stories in that grey matter of his to share :)

You can follow him HERE : 

his awesome blog page -- Fiction is Food......

                                           -- Google+

                       Twitter is -- @GaryJefferies10 

                       Facebook  -- G Jefferies

So hop of over to one of his sites and get following  great new writer and bug him to publish:)

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Treat Readers With Respect - Beth Hill

Hey, my fellow readers :)

Just a quick post today, as I'm about go do a workout as i'm pushing hard with my exercise regime (I've lost 25lbs to date :) and more important - cracking on with my book :)

As i've said many times before - love getting writing tips in my email and today I have two more to share with you from Beth Hill via her blog page http://theeditorsblog.net/

Todays insight to this whole writing lark are these two wonderful posts from Beth.

Treat Readers With Respect   and    Is Your Storytelling Unbalanced.

These are great for us budding writers to keep our book on track and page turners :)

Well, I'm off to hash out details of the next chapter in my book, while I workout on my elliptical.

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How to Make a Vampire Not Suck - Philip Athans

As you all know I get emails from Writers Digest and this last one I received I cocked my eyebrow up at it. I love anything Vampire, but after reading the first few lines I became rather defensive for loving Vampire books or movies, yet I kept reading and enjoyed the whole article. 

And by the time i'm done with my first, second, thrid drafts and multiple edits, Vampire will be back in lol - Well for me they never go out of style, it's just trying to make them your own unique Vampire.

Read the Full Article by Philip Athan -- HERE

Let's give our readers some gripping, well written stories to get their teeth sunk into

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Great Words Of Advice For Budding And Seasoned Writers

I love getting emails that help me progress or give me the, pull-your-socks-up-and-write-better, look!

Last week I made progress with my book, then school started back and so did  walking my daughter back and forth to 4K and my hubby was back at college too. So, there went my blocks of time to write - boohoo!

But, they say to write we must read and sometimes getting these emails, give me the boost and insight that I need. Maybe they can help you too :) Enjoy.

These articles are all from Beth Hill at http://theeditorsblog.net/

http://theeditorsblog.net/2015/03/13/writing-novels-vs-telling-tales/

http://theeditorsblog.net/2015/04/08/writing-advice-what-about-ing-words-part-four/

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Don't Explain, Don't Explain, Don't Explain

As you all know I get wonderful, insightful and mind probing emails about writing or how to.

And this week I have got a couple of good ones I'd love to share with you all.

The first is from  Fiction Editor, Beth  Hill and it's titled, Don't Explain, Don't Explain, Don't Explain.

A wonderful piece of writing and great tips on what we should and shouldn't explain. That whole premise of Show and Tell for us fully fledged authors or like me - budding ones. 

I love this little saying: Readers are smart. They don’t need what amounts to author notes in order to follow the path of a fictional story.

Readers understand cause and effect, action and reaction. They know that emotions and honor and reputation, demand responses from characters. They know that characters, like living people, respond when something unusual or unnerving or wild happens right in front of them.

Readers don’t need to have reasons for character behavior laid out with because and so that phrases. They simply need to follow the cause-and-effect events that you’ve logically laid out.

The second article, albeit small speaks volumes. It's written by a favorite blogger with WD, Brian Klems and this is his short but sweet insight as to, How long should Novel chapters be? I think Brian has nailed it with his words - and I second that, go with our gut. 

I hope you enjoy reading these articles as much as I have, and now enough procrastinating for me, I must get back to actually working on my book!

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A New Day, A New Year.

A New Year, brings about new year's resolutions, goals thought of and planned and in some cases, unfulfilled, (yes, even by me) and of course for those who like to have a drink or two; a hangover.

For me, it's more of fall asleep before midnight and waking numerous times thanks to little knees and feet pushing on my back and little hands splayed across my face, those feet and hands, not my hubby's but our little tinker, Carys.

Yet, today is a brand new day and I started it off with two little girls wanting breakfast, then breaking up squabbles between Seren and Carys about who gets the all the playdoh! With that all sorted, I sipped a warm cup of ginger and honey herbal tea. Next on my list of to-do's, WORK ON MY BOOK. 

While the girls busied themselves with the building blocks, I got down to brass tacks and started writing. 

As a rule, I don't make resolutions anymore after many good hearted attempts in which resulted in I'll start tomorrow on repeat, especially where chocolate is concerned Lol but what I am going to do is tackle every NEW and do my best :) 

If that means, only a couple of paragraphs of my book get written due to spending time on my hands and knees playing with the girls and their toys, so be it. I shall not call that being lazy and unproductive. 

If it means, less time making things or blogging on my blog, then so be it. I have to finish my first draft!

 HAVE TO.

 I have a way to go! But I can do it.

If you are in the throngs of writing a book of your own then good for you. 

If you are waiting in the starting block and are nervous, waiting for the gun to sound, don't wait. 

JUST GO for it.

Sitting there staring at a blank screen can and is daunting to say the least, however, don't let that stop you. You have a story to tell, write it. 

Here is a great article from Brian Klems on writing tips for writing true events into Fiction.

Click HERE to read 

And also by Brian Klems, 50 Articles on Writing to help you write

Click HERE to read

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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My Writing - Daddy's Girl

I can't remember being afraid of many 'things' during my childhood but there were the usual suspects... Spiders. Although, having a resident daddy longlegs in our downstairs toilet didn't help at first, but over a couple of weeks the spider was rightly named, Harry and I overcame that fear. The other fear I had was, drowning and still is. Yet, those weren't the ones that brought the ugliness and weight of fear to our door the night of Wednesday January 7th, 1981. A fear which, I never expected to face.

“Do you think it will stick daddy?”

I stood by the edge of the window frame, my body holding back the heavy brown brocade curtains. My hands splayed either side of my freckled face, which was pressed against the pane and my eyes were as wide as saucers. Large glistening flakes floated down from the heavens, just like feathers escaping from an overflowing pillowcase. Watchful of the way the snow whirled around lamp posts, hedges and dance across the rooftops like ice skaters gliding across a frozen expanse. Each delicate flake sought out every nook and cranny as they gently nestled together building upon each other and constructing mini snow hills.

A head peeked through the curtains above mine, “I think it just might stick and look at it how it swooshing up the road, it looks like dry snow.” My father stepped back.

“Dry snow? Snow is wet, there's no such thing as dry snow!” I scrunched my eyes as I tried to figure out what dry snow looked like, “So what does dry snow look like?” I shuffled back and rubbed my chilly nose with my cold hands.

My father chuckled, his eyes smiling as he said, “What I mean is, the weather is just right for a good snow fall and the wind is what's making the snow twist and swirl.” He raised his eyebrows, “We may even get some snow drifts.”

“Really!” I jiggled like a bowl of jelly, “So, no school tomorrow?” I pulled a silly face.

“Maybe? But right now, it's bedtime.”

I huffed, “Oh dad!” I pushed my lips together and made a fish pout and my batted my baby blues and said, “Do I have to?”

My father stuck out his thumb towards the door, he grinned and said, “Bed.”

My plan had been foiled, yet again, “Okay.” My shoulders slouched in defeat and I made sure I took my sweet time walking towards the door.

My father carried me up the stairs, like he'd done every night before. He lovingly set me down on my bed, tucked me in and gently laid a kiss on my forehead.

Night, night, don't let the bedbugs bite,” he said. I giggled and as he turned off the light, he said, “Love you.”

“Love you too, daddy.” Tiredness overwhelmed me and my heavy eyelids fluttered shut and I slept soundly.

I tossed and turned in my snuggly warm bed as a yawn snuck free from my mouth. I rubbed my eyes, then I remembered... Snow! I shoved the comforter back with my feet and jumped out of bed, ran out of my room to the hallway and yanked back the curtains. My eyes bright and wide as I stared at the smooth blanket of snow that covered everything, even the washing line had a snow precariously balanced on the length of its rope that stretched from one side to the other. The wind had also used its magical powers to maneuver the light snowflakes and make wondrous drifts up against the side of our garden shed, the garden walls and even our dormant blackberry bush.

“Yeah!” I blurted out. I darted downstairs, yelling, “Daddy, I don't have to go to school.” I burst into our back room, “Daddy? Mammy?”

No answer. I turned around and walked passed our front door, through the living room and into the kitchen looked around and nobody was in sight. I guessed they'd already seen the snow and must have clambered back into their cozy beds. I reached up on my tiptoes and grabbed the back door key, unlocked the door and opened it. “Whoa!”

I'd never seen so much snow, ever, our whole garden had been enveloped by the captivating snow. It glistened like millions of diamonds twinkling in a velvet sky and it was the most beautiful sight I'd seen. A red breasted robin landed on the snow in front of me, it hopped along, pecking here and there at the cold white expanse. I stood and watched this little bird relentlessly try to find a nibble of food. I walked over to the bread bin, grabbed some slices of bread and crumbled the bread in between my fingers then tossed it on the snow. At first the robin flew off, but within a few minutes, it flew back down and nibbled at the feast that was set out before it. My shoulders started to tremble, my teeth chattered as realized I was still in my nightshirt. I quickly closed the door and made my way to the back room, I turned on the gas fire and watched the orange, and red flames turn the dull gray panels into a blazing source of heat. I stuck my hands out and allowed the heat melt away the coldness that had gripped me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I closed my eyes, content to be warming up and happy that I didn't have to go to school today.

“Helen.” I glanced over my shoulder, Alison walked towards me.

I smiled and said, “Have you seen the snow? It's super high.” I rubbed my hands together again, then turned around to warm the back of me.

“Yeah, I've seen the snow.” Said Alison.

“Isn't it cool. That means we don't have to go to school.”

I looked at my sister and furrowed my eyebrows. Then Judith walked into the room, “Did you see the snow?” I asked. She nodded. I looked at Judith again, then back at Alison. “Why aren't you happy? We don't have to go to school.”

“We know.” Said Judith.

“Why are you both sad?” I asked.

Alison looked at me and said, “We're not going to school... But we do have to go out in the snow.”

“Were going to make snowmen? And where's mammy and daddy?” I turned back to face the warmth of the fire.

“Helen, we're going to see” my sister's voice quivered, “daddy.” Said Alison.

“Where's daddy, then?”

It was Judith, who spoke next, “Daddy's in the hospital and it's really bad.”

I hung my head as tears sprung up and overflowed down my cheeks. A million questions ran through my mind, my happy thoughts of building a snowman, simply melted away.

“Don't cry Helen, because when we go outside your tears will freeze!” Said Judith.

A rouge giggle escaped not only from my mouth, but from my sisters too. I turned around and wiped the stream of tears from my face.

“That's better, now go upstairs and get dressed, we have to leave right after breakfast.” Said Alison.

I walked towards the door, looked back and said, “I'm not hungry.”

To this day I can't remember climbing the stairs or what clothes I wore. What I do remember was the slow, cold walk through 4 – 6 ft of snow and arriving at the Hospital and waiting in the sterile smelling waiting room. Then came my turn to see my dad, I pushed open the heavy door and there lying on a hospital bed was my daddy. There was a white sheet pulled up to his midriff, his chest exposed with wires attached to his skin, a tube pushed up into his nose and an even larger tube hanging out of his mouth. Monitors beeped, wavy lines moved up and down and another monitor. I looked at my dad, who only a couple of hours ago carried me up to bed, who the day before that held my hands while I balanced on his feet as we danced to the song, My eyes adored you. I hovered for a while by the door, unsure what to do.

“Come in, it's alright your daddy is just sleeping.” The nurse said as she held a clipboard in her hands.

I tentatively stepped towards the side of the bed, sat down in the chair and looked at my dad. He did look like he was fast asleep but I didn't like the tubes and wires and the constant beeping. Tears trickled down my rosy cheeks.

“Talk to your daddy, he may not be able to answer you, but he can hear you.” Said the nurse.

Through my sobs I said, “Hi daddy, guess what? It snowed and you were right, the wind did make snow drifts.” 

This picture was taken in the summer of 1980

Five months before my father's brain hemorrhage.

Copyright 2014 Helen Feriante. All Rights Reserved.

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My Writing -- Worth it?

This is my homework assignment taken from, my Mastering Dialogue Class - which is part of Creative Writing Now Course that I'm currently taking. For this homework we had to write without using subtext 'what' the issue/problem is etc.

If you can't quite get 'what' Peter & Jenny are talking about, the hint is when Peter turns on the radio :) Can you guess what they are talking about?

WORTH IT?

“So, I've arranged for us to go meet with Gill, at 3pm.”

“Oh." Jessy's grip tightened around the broom handle, "Okay, sounds good."

“Do you want to call the sitter and ask her to pick Jack up from school? Peter kicked off his shoes, and set the pile of paperwork on the table.

Jenny rolled her eyes, “Um, sure, I guess so.” She glanced at his dirty shoes laying on her clean floor. Bending down, she swept the pile of crumbs up.

“You guess so? Peter opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, pulled back the tab and took a long swig. “Ah... Just what I needed. You know we don't have all the time in the world to get this sorted out.” He sat down at the table, and spread the paperwork across it.

“Sorry Hun. I've just been so busy with arranging and cleaning the house. I've been at it all day and I'm a little worn out.” She tipped the full dustpan into the trash. “Give me five, then I give the sitter a call.”

“When you have a minute, come take a look at these, we have to take our top three with us, when we meet with Gill.”

Wrapping the telephone cord around her finger, pulling it a little tighter each time, she answered, “Sure Hun.” She hung up the phone, grabbed her glass of water, walked over to the dinner table and sat next to Peter, “SO... What do we have here?” She scanned the numerous printouts, as a sigh escaped her lips.

“This is so exciting, don't you think.” He looked at his wife. Huh, she did look a little tired, maybe she has been working hard lately, he thought. He smiled, “This will change everything for the better, I'd say, don't you agree?” Then he took another long swig of his beer.

She picked up a couple of pictures, scrunched her eyebrows as she scrutinized them,“These look good, don't you think?”

“Nice, but not quite to my liking. We don't have much time before we need to leave.” He shuffled some pictures around, picked up two, “How about these? They look great, don't you think.”

She glanced at the three pictures in his hands, smiled, "Nice." She tilted her head a little, her eyes watched as a squirrel scurried across the grass and ran up the tree.

“How about these two, Jen? They look good, ticks off everything we're looking for, don't you think? Um...  Should we just take the first three or take all five?”

Her fingers picked and twisted at the hem of her shirt, “They look wonderful, let's take all five, we can make the final decision at Gills.” Her eyes fell upon the flower beds and how her careful planning last spring had paid off this summer, as the vibrant pops of color encircled the whole garden's edge.

Peter slipped his shoes back on, grabbed the paperwork, “Okay, grab your things,” he scooped up his keys and cell, “If we don't leave now, we'll get stuck in school traffic.” No answer, he spoke louder,  "Jenny, are you listening?” He quizzed.

Hearing her name, broke her reverie, “Huh, did you say something?” She glanced in Peter's direction.

“Earth to Mrs. Daydream... Go grab your purse and let's head out.” He chuckled.

Peter looked at Jenny, her eyes did seem a little darker, maybe she should get more sleep he thought. “You go get your shoes on, I'll grab your purse and meet you in the truck.”

Jenny stood up off her chair, put the half empty glass in the sink and gave it a quick swill, leaving it to dry on the side. She then ambled her way down the hallway, glancing at the photographs that hung on the wall. Opening the door to the coat closet, she popped her pumps on and headed outside. Just as she stepped onto the front porch, Peter honked the horn.

“I'ma coming, Geez hold your horses!” She hollered, then followed with a quick smile.

“What took you so long? How long does it take to put a pair of shoes on?” He backed the truck out of the driveway and down the street.

Running her hand across the leather dash, she asked, “Will you miss this?”

With a quick glance at her, he answered, “Nope... I can't wait. This will be amazing, I mean, come on Jen, look at the opportunity were having, no-one get this chance every day.” He grabbed her hand, lifted it to his lips and placed a quick kiss upon it. “You've got to agree, this is a once in a lifetime deal, let's just embrace it.”

Her other hand gripped the side of the seat, her fingernails dug into the leather, “Yeah, you're right. We won't get another chance like this, do you think Jack, will like it?”

“For sure. I mean, who wouldn't like it. This is going to be quite the adventure and well worth it.” Peter turned the radio on then started to sing along with the song that played, “London Calling to the faraway towns...”

Peter was clearly enjoying singing along with the song, so, Jenny turned her head, watched the trees whiz by, as fresh tears quietly trickled down her cheeks.

Copyright 2014 Freckles. All Rights Reserved.

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My Writing -- Life Changes

Here is my next piece of writing - again, this is from my creative writing course on Mastering Dialogue

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Lori, looked over at the couple who sat across from her, holding hands and making googly eyes at each other, she smiled, “When's the big day?”

The young woman turned and smiled, “Tomorrow. You?”

“Four and half months," Lori rolled her eyes. "But I wish my day was tomorrow too.” She chuckled.

“What fun, isn't it. I mean all the preparations and whatnot, then poof, the day is finally here.”

“Yes, it is....” before she could finish, a door opened and out popped a middle aged lady. “Lori, we're ready for you now.”

Standing up, Lori smiled at the smitten couple, “Best of luck.”

“You too.” The couple replied.

Lori followed the well rounded, silver haired woman down the brightly painted hall and was asked to wait in yet another room. Drumming her fingers on the magazine, she thought, where is he? She knew Zack was a little forgetful, but for this? I'm sure he'll be here, he's just running late, she mused.

The door opened and in strode the most drop dead gorgeous guy she'd ever seen, “Good afternoon Lori,” His hand reached out to shake hers. “I'm Dr. Turner. But please, call me Avery, it's less formal.” He smiled.

Lori was dumbstruck for a second and unsure where to look. Zack was handsome, but, Dr. Turner, was breathtaking and he looked like he'd just stepped off a photo shoot. His rich brown hair was styled just right and his piercing blue eyes seemed to look deep into her soul, then was his smile... Oh his smile! She shook his hand quickly and squeaked out, “Nice to meet you, but where's Dr. Epstein?”

“He's away on vacation and I'm filling in for him. Is that okay with you?” He sat down on the swivel stool and moved closer to Lori.

“Sure.” She smiled as her face blushed.

“Well, let's get on with it, is there anyone joining you today?” He squirted rubbing alcohol onto his hands and rubbed it in.

“My husband Zack, but...” she glanced at her watch. “I think he's running late.”

“No worries, we'll get started. I'm sure he'll turn up.”

Lori laid back on the table and rolled up her top and pushed the top of her jeans down. As Dr. Turner squeezed the cold gel onto her tummy and she remarked at how cold it felt. Picking up the transducer, he moved it over her belly and on the screen next to her, appeared her sweet growing baby. The ultrasound went really well and Lori couldn't be more happier. So, on her way home, she'd decided to stop at the mall to pick up a cute pink outfit for the baby girl.

On her way back to her car, Lori spotted Zack, standing by his car. Just as she was about to call out, a woman walked up to him, leaned against his body, her hands grasped at his hair... Then they kissed! Lori's eyes widened unable to comprehend the scene playing out before her. She felt sick to her stomach as a mountain of questions swirled around in her head. She steadied herself against the wall and waited until Zack and his girl were out of sight. Albeit shakily, Lori made it back to her car, but the drive home was a blur.

“Hey Lor, I'm home.” called out Zack. He stepped into the living room, dressed in his stone washed designer jeans and Ralf Lauren T-shirt and in his hands he was holding a mixed bouquet of flowers. “Hey babe, these are for you.”

She took the flowers, looked at them and sighed, thinking to herself, he can't even buy me flowers, that I actually like. “Where were you today, Zack?” she asked.

“I had a meeting, why?”

“You forgot!”

“Um... Was there something important, I should have remembered? A birthday or something?” He plonked himself down on the sofa and picked up the TV remote.

Lori couldn't believe his 'matter of fact' behavior, “You missed the Ultrasound!” her voice quivered.

His eye scanned the TV screen, “Oh yeah. That was today, my bad.”

Lori's heart beat faster, her hands felt clammy, “You're bad... YOUR BAD! You knew we had that appointment today, I reminded you before you left for work this morning.”

Zack seemed unfazed, he'd finished scanning the TV channels and stopped on the sports channel, “Sorry, babe. You know me and my memory.” He rolled his eyes and pulled a stupid face.

“Your memory, suits you fine when it's got anything to do with you. It's everything and everyone else, you tend to forget. But lately you have been worse and on this matter... I beg to differ.”

He scrunched his eyebrows and pulled a face, “Huh? What are you on about?”

“You know full well what I'm on about!” Her rage bubbled up inside of her. She stood and said,  “You are a liar.”

“What are you on about Lor?”

“Don't Lor' me. I hate when you call me that. My name is Lori. I said... You are a Liar! You didn't have a meeting today. I saw you.”

“I did have a meeting, it ran long.” He shuffled nervously on the sofa and tiny beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

Lori, paced back and forth, “That meeting of yours, did it have long blonde hair, big boobs and wears a size 0 by any chance?” her impatience barley in check.

Panic washed over Zack. She'd seen him! Now he was in trouble. He racked his brain to think of something to say and blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Oh her. Gosh, she's just one of the temps they hired, she missed her bus so I offered to give her a ride home.”

“Liar!” Lori yelled her fists balled at her sides, her face flushed and her belly felt like a rock. She knew feeling like this wasn't good for the baby. Dr. Turner, had told her that her blood pressure was a little high and for her not to get too stressful. She picked up the flowers and threw them at him.

“What did you do that for?”

“You deserve it, And you're blatantly lying to my face? I SAW you, kissing her and I can smell her sickly perfume all over you.”

He picked at his fingernails, “Ah. It was nothing.”

“It didn't look like nothing. How long has this been going on for?”

Zack stood and stepped closer to Lori, his hand outstretched, “Come on babe, please.”

“Don't come near me, you make me feel sick.” She rubbed her tummy, a wave of nausea washed over her. Holding the arm of the chair, she sat back down, her hands shook as she drank a sip of water.

He'd been caught, but as far as she knew it was just that one kiss, so he played it down, “Okay, okay, I admit it. She kissed me, I kissed her. It happens, babe.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and gave a sly grin.

“STOP CALLING ME BABE!' Her face reddened more, and shaking her fists at him said, "It was more than that, how long has this been going on for?”

“A few months.”

“How many?” The realization was beginning to set in, that her husband was a scum bag.

“Since before you got pregnant, I guess. Look, I didn't mean for you to find out this way.”

“And what way, would you have me find out? You jerk.”

She was about to stand up, but Zack motioned for her to stay sitting. He'd had hoped he could buy some time, but looking at Lori now, he'd had enough and in a way he was glad she'd found out. He'd gotten tired of, thinking of ways to get out of doctors appointments, and dinners with her family. It was about time she knew the whole truth, "We'll since all that is out in the open, I may as well tell you everything. "He cleared his throat and said, “I'm leaving you."

A puzzled look crossed her face, "You're leaving me? What? Why?"

"I've never loved you Lori, you were an option that seemed good at the time.”

“An option? What the hell does that mean?” She glared at him.

Zack ignored her stares and walked over to the mini bar, poured himself a large glass of whiskey and answered, “Money. You had money and lots of it and I was in debt. So I married you. " He took a sip from his glass. But gosh Lori, you're such a bore and a miss goody two-shoes, plus your not that good in the sack. So I had no choice... I slept with other girls,” He chuckled. "They were very good distractions too.” And taking a long sip of the whiskey, he licked his lips, pointed his glass at her and with an air of contempt said, “But you had to go and ruin everything. You got pregnant! I told you I never wanted a baby, let alone become a father. What were you thinking?” He turned his back on Lori. “Anyway, don't expect anything from me. I will sign away any right to that kid. So this is what I'm thinking,” he tipped his glass back, allowing the last drop of whiskey to fall into his mouth. “Oh, and I'll keep all the money I already have accumulated, as well as a substantial payment for signing my rights away, then I'll call it good.” He poured another glass of whiskey and downed it one whole swig.

Lori couldn't quite believe what he'd just told her. How didn't she see his lies? Her mind swam with thoughts of disbelief, disgust, anger, hurt and that he'd only married her for her money. She felt ashamed. Ashamed, dirty and he'd slept with other women too! A shiver ran up her spine, as she realized she never really knew the man she thought she loved. Tiny things slowly started to fall into place now, details she'd overlooked before, now hit her full on and he'd  not only charmed her, beguiled her and used her. And after what she heard from his lying lips and she'd do anything to get rid of the vile man that stood before her. Even if that meant paying him off.

Lori kept her gaze on the little pink boutique bag, that sat on the floor next to her feet, she mumbled, “I'll have my lawyer draw up the paperwork.”

“Great. If you don't mind, I'll stay here until the papers are drawn up.”

Lori stood, her jaw clenched, “YOUR LEAVING NOW!” She wagged her finger at him, and don't ever come back.”

Zack stepped back, his hands in the air, “Okay, okay. No need to get all worked up.” He sauntered past her towards the hallway. He picked up the keys to the car and yelled back, “Oh, by the way, I'm taking the Porsche.”

Her whole body trembled from head to toe. She sank back into the rocking chair, her head ached from the whole ordeal. She gently stroked her belly and whimpered, “It's just you and me now.” Then she buried her head in her hands, and sobbed.

Copyright 2014 Freckles. All Rights Reserved.

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