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Southern Charms: Prologue

Posted on 09/06/2012

Ryan closed the door to his apartment behind him with his feet, balancing the paper bag of Chinese food in his arms. “Teddy? I’m home. I got dinner—Chinese. The noodles that you love so much. I know you said you’re on a diet, but I think you can afford to break the rules a little bit.” He placed the bag on the island counter in the kitchen and his keys beside it. “Baby? You here?”

No answer. His brows furrowed, Ryan ventured further into the apartment that he and his girlfriend shared. Was she home?

“I’m in the bedroom, Ryan,” Teddy called. When he entered the room, his face went slack. All of Teddy’s clothes lay on the bed, an open suitcase beside them. “What are you doing, Teddy?”

She refused to look at him. Instead, Teddy continued to shove her clothes into the suitcase.

“Teddy. What are you doing?” his voice grew louder. Ryan moved closer, grabbing her arm to stall the packing. “Can you just talk to me, please?”

Teddy heaved a great sigh and turned to face him. “I’m leaving, Ryan. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

He frowned. “Do what?” Ryan asked in confusion. “If this is about me coming home so late lately, that’s not a regular thing. We had a lot of patients coming in and—”

“This isn’t about you coming home late or your patients at the hospital,” she interrupted him impatiently. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to do us anymore.”

Her words stung him. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Ryan reached for the clothes she’d already tossed into her suitcase. “Why do you always do this? Unpacking your clothes and telling me that you’re leaving isn’t going to solve our problems.”

Teddy rolled her eyes. “Do you even know what our problems are, Ryan?”

“No, I don’t know. But that’s because you do this instead of talking.” When she shook her head at his response, Ryan grasped her arms. “Teddy. We go through this at least once a month. I don’t want to fight tonight. Please.”

“I’m not fighting with you, Ryan,” she spoke clearly and concisely, making direct eye contact with him. “This is not just one of our spats. I’m leaving you today. Right now, I am packing my bags and walking out of this apartment for good.”

Hearing the seriousness in her voice, Ryan released Teddy and took a step back. “Why?”

“I’m sick and tired of being here, Ryan. You don’t know how much I hate Baton Rouge now. I feel like I’m stuck here.

“What do you want me to do, Teddy? Leave LSU, one of the best medical schools in Louisiana, because you don’t like it here?” Ryan mulled it over for a second. “Fine. If you don’t like it here, we can leave. I can apply somewhere else.”

Teddy placed her hands on her hips. “It’s not just the city that I’m stuck with. It’s you. You’re still the same person that you were in high school.”

Ryan was more confused than ever. “So I’m still the same guy you fell for. Why is that so bad?”

“It means that our relationship is static. There’s no change, no advancement. We’re just the same as we were when we were seventeen. I hate that. I want to be able to grow as a person, to go out and see the world and live my life. When I’m old and gray, I want to be able to tell people that I’ve done everything that I ever wanted to do. But I can’t say that because our relationship is holding me back.”

Stunned by her admission, Ryan could only blink at Teddy. “I’m holding you back, Teddy? How could you even think that I’d hold you back? I only want you to be happy. I love you.”

“If you love me, you’ll let me go, Ryan.” She took hold of his chin and forced him to look at her. “Look at me. This, this shade of a woman, isn’t Teddy. At least not the Teddy I want to be.”

Ryan took her closeness as an opportunity to engage her in a tight hug. “Don’t go. Please. You’re the only thing I have right now, Teddy. You’re the only thing I need to keep going.”

She didn’t return the hug. Instead, Teddy wriggled from his embrace. “I need to breathe. I feel so stifled here with you. Just let me go.” Throwing the rest of her clothes into the suitcase, Teddy zipped up her luggage and pulled it out the room, down the hall, and right through the front door of her former home.

Ryan sank onto the bed, cradling his face in his hands. His eyes stung for the first time since his father had died when he was seventeen, but he wasn’t surprised to feel a tear run down his cheek. He didn’t know what to do or who to call.

Suddenly, he heard his aunt’s voice in his head, reminding him of God who answered prayers. Would he answer the prayer of someone in need, despite the long gap of time since the last time?

It was worth a shot. Ryan knelt at his bedside, clasped his hands together, and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “God,” he began in a shaky voice, “I know that it’s been a long time since I did this last. But right now, I need you to help me out. You didn’t save my dad from cancer, but you can bring Teddy right back to me now. I need her more than anything else in the world. If you make her come back, I’ll do everything right. Please. I’m begging you.”

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Strangers of the Past – Part III

Posted on 18/05/2012

The next few days proved to be grueling for Jonathan as he struggled to work, take care of his family, and all the while hoping that his wife was still out there, alive and well with their baby who would be eight this year.

At church, his friends watched as the normally cheerful tall man leave the service immediately after the pastor had given the benediction. Tampa smiled apologetically at Tierra, one of the young women in the Singles’ ministry who had her eyes on John since he came back to Houston. The sandy-haired slender beauty frowned with concern as John muttered his farewell and ushered his three children out of the church.

“A lot on his mind lately,” Tampa said quietly watching as her brother-in-law sped out of the parking lot.

Later that night, John helped Tyler with math homework while Alison and Ethan prepared for school the next morning, chatting together as they lay their clothes on their bed for their father’s ritual inspection.

Caught up in the moment, they jumped at the sound of the doorbell. John yelled for the kids to start taking their baths as he rushed to the door. Opening the door slowly, he sighed inwardly as the sandy-haired beauty stood on the other side of the door.

“Tierra…”

Tierra smiled as she fingered the leather strap of her handbag, “Hi Jonathan…” she crooned softly. “Didn’t see you tonight at the service.”

He forced a smile, “The kids and I were busy this afternoon—homework and all.” John frowned at his agitation. Why did this woman make him feel perturbed and uneasy?

She cleared her throat and shuffled her feet as if waiting for him to say something to break the silence.

John then realized his manners and opened the door wider, “Sorry,” he muttered, inwardly scolding himself. “The place’s a bit messy…”

As she stepped over the threshold and stared at the children’s disarray, she smiled slightly. “It’s understandable, Jonathan…” She then turned to him with her violet eyes probing into his very empty soul. Without thinking, she lifted her hand and touched his arm, “Are you okay? You’ve been acting a little… distant.” She raised a perfectly curved brow at him. “What seems to be the matter, darling?”

He stiffened at her endearment and shrugged her hand off. “Nothing,” he murmured as he moved to remove the children’s homework and Ethan’s toys. He could feel her stare bore into his back.

She boldly placed her hand on his broad shoulders, “John dear… This might not be a good time for you, but we must discuss the future. About me and you. It’s time.”

He frowned at her slighted words and paused at his work. Straightening, he shuddered in distaste as her hand slid provocatively down his back. “What are you talking about, Tierra?”

She pursed her lips in evident frustration. “Oh come on, Jonathan… I have been trying to discuss our future together, but the children and the loss of your dead—”

“My dead WIFE?” He snapped in annoyance, disregarding her sudden rigidity. “We never discussed and are not going to discuss any future together, Tierra.” He turned back to the table and agitatedly gathered the papers, “Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to put my kids to bed before midnight.”

As he moved towards the kitchen to place the papers on the counter, Tierra’s trembling hand suddenly gripped his arm. Looking down at her, John swallowed the painful lump in his throat as unmistakable tears formed in the young woman’s almond-shaped eyes.

“I-I just don’t want to see you hurt again, Jonathan…” She squeezed his hand when he made no move to remove his arm from her loose grip. “I—know I’ve been kind of assertive, b-but I care for you, Jonathan… Please don’t turn me away.” Her thin red lips quivered.

He cocked his head to study her and then nodded, “I’m sorry… I just hate when people assume that she’s—she’s… dead.” It now hurt even more to admit it now that he’d begun to believe the possibility that she might be alive. He didn’t want to hurt Tierra though. They had indeed tried dating once but he stopped it because he wanted to get close to the children, and dear Tierra had been very tolerant. What if he told her of the latest news about his wife?

Tierra smiled receptively and, on a whim, reached for him. Graciously, he embraced her and closed his eyes, feeling tears threatening. “I understand…” Then slowly, she reached for his face. As if hypnotized by her violet eyes, he stood still as she dragged his head down and placed his lips on hers.

At first, he closed his eyes almost reveling in the moment, and then all of a sudden, he saw his wife’s grim brown eyes staring at him in the midst of the darkness. As Tierra sighed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, John snapped his eyes open and pushed her away irately. “P-please stop it, Tierra…” His breath came out raggedly. Oh forgive me Lord… Forgive me, Hannah.

Tierra frowned at him, her breath also uneven. “Wha-what’s wrong?”

He groaned and dug his hands into his hair. “I’m sorry Tierra… I can’t do this with you. I think Hannah might still be alive.”

Tierra’s jaw dropped as she stared at the man who she had secretly longed for ever since the former Hannah Burton had announced her engagement in a service nine years earlier.

“Daddy?” a whimper came from the stairs and both adults turned their attention to the stairs were three children stood in the shadow, faces pressed against the banister with their eyes glued on their father. Jonathan swallowed at the hardened lump in his throat.

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