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Authors: Hazel Hunter
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alone.
• • • • •
The freezing night hadn’t helped to cool him off. Austin slammed the shed door and threw the bolt.Then he ripped off his parka and hurled it into the wall.
What had happened?
“ God! ” he said, as his hands went to his head.
He paced and gripped his own hair as though that’d help him think.
What had happened?
Everything had been going so great. She had been great. The igloo had been great. They were great together.
Weren’t they?
He lowered his hands and shook his head.
“Damnit!”
He kicked the end of the weight bench and heard metal grind on metal as it moved.
“Damnit!” he screamed.
Suddenly, he grabbed the barbells, heaved them over his head, and slammed them into the ground. Then came the dumbbells, a weight rack, and anything else that he could find–the heavier, the better. One thing after another hit the floor, collided with the wall, or just sailed out of view. He was gasping now but still he couldn’t stop. He upended the weight bench and shoved it to the wall. He pounded the cushioned seat with his fists until he heard it crack. Then he whirled and saw the barbells again.
“The grand old age of nineteen,” he said, his chest heaving as he picked them up again.
He held them up high as he heard her voice in his head.
Explain like I would a child.
He slammed them down and a metal ping came from one end as one of the plates detached and rolled away.
He glared at it but only saw her face.
She loved him. He felt it. He knew it.
Didn’t he?
He found himself in front of the workbench as he swept everything from its surface. His breath was coming in pants as he gripped the edges of the flat top.
The truth was he didn’t really know if she loved him. Because, if he’d never even had a girlfriend, how could he?
He leaned down over the bench and started to lift.
Did he not know love?
Was she right?
He let the bench drop and put his elbows down on it heavily. Then his head fell into his hands and he closed his eyes. His mouth hung open, trying to get enough air, as the fire inside him finally began to fade. Even as it did, one question kept blazing through his mind.
What had happened?
• • • • •
Emily ran as fast as her little legs could carry her but her father was always faster. She could hear his footsteps pounding in the corridor behind her. Then, he caught her dress. She heard fabric ripping.
“No!” she wailed as she slipped on the polished wood floor and went down in a heap.
“I told you not to play in the kitchen!” he screamed.
One hand gripped her upper arm and flipped her over on the ground. The other flashed out with a smart crack on the side of her face.
“I’m sorry,” she screamed. She held her forearms in front of her face. “I won’t do it again.”
He tried to slap her but her arms got in the way.
“I promise,” she wailed. “I’m sorry!”
“Not yet you’re not,” he growled.
He yanked her off the floor and threw her over his shoulder.
“That’s it young lady,” he said as he stomped up the corridor and turned to the stairs. “You’re going to get a spanking.”
He started to march up the stairs.
Emily thrashed. She didn’t care if she fell, if they both fell. It’d be better than what was about to happen in the bedroom.
“No!” she screamed.
Suddenly, Emily sat up in bed.
“No!” she yelled again but quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
The room was dim.
Where am I?
She didn’t recognize the bed but, on the other side of the large room, she could make out dark forms–a coffee table, a couch, and her suitcase. She was traveling. This was the B&B. She was in Alaska.
She sagged forward with relief, breathing hard through her nose. She realized her hands were still over her mouth and let them fall.
Always the same–never a moment longer. They were always at the top of the stairs. She shook her head, brought a pillow to her stomach, and hugged it. Something bad
• • • • •
The freezing night hadn’t helped to cool him off. Austin slammed the shed door and threw the bolt.Then he ripped off his parka and hurled it into the wall.
What had happened?
“ God! ” he said, as his hands went to his head.
He paced and gripped his own hair as though that’d help him think.
What had happened?
Everything had been going so great. She had been great. The igloo had been great. They were great together.
Weren’t they?
He lowered his hands and shook his head.
“Damnit!”
He kicked the end of the weight bench and heard metal grind on metal as it moved.
“Damnit!” he screamed.
Suddenly, he grabbed the barbells, heaved them over his head, and slammed them into the ground. Then came the dumbbells, a weight rack, and anything else that he could find–the heavier, the better. One thing after another hit the floor, collided with the wall, or just sailed out of view. He was gasping now but still he couldn’t stop. He upended the weight bench and shoved it to the wall. He pounded the cushioned seat with his fists until he heard it crack. Then he whirled and saw the barbells again.
“The grand old age of nineteen,” he said, his chest heaving as he picked them up again.
He held them up high as he heard her voice in his head.
Explain like I would a child.
He slammed them down and a metal ping came from one end as one of the plates detached and rolled away.
He glared at it but only saw her face.
She loved him. He felt it. He knew it.
Didn’t he?
He found himself in front of the workbench as he swept everything from its surface. His breath was coming in pants as he gripped the edges of the flat top.
The truth was he didn’t really know if she loved him. Because, if he’d never even had a girlfriend, how could he?
He leaned down over the bench and started to lift.
Did he not know love?
Was she right?
He let the bench drop and put his elbows down on it heavily. Then his head fell into his hands and he closed his eyes. His mouth hung open, trying to get enough air, as the fire inside him finally began to fade. Even as it did, one question kept blazing through his mind.
What had happened?
• • • • •
Emily ran as fast as her little legs could carry her but her father was always faster. She could hear his footsteps pounding in the corridor behind her. Then, he caught her dress. She heard fabric ripping.
“No!” she wailed as she slipped on the polished wood floor and went down in a heap.
“I told you not to play in the kitchen!” he screamed.
One hand gripped her upper arm and flipped her over on the ground. The other flashed out with a smart crack on the side of her face.
“I’m sorry,” she screamed. She held her forearms in front of her face. “I won’t do it again.”
He tried to slap her but her arms got in the way.
“I promise,” she wailed. “I’m sorry!”
“Not yet you’re not,” he growled.
He yanked her off the floor and threw her over his shoulder.
“That’s it young lady,” he said as he stomped up the corridor and turned to the stairs. “You’re going to get a spanking.”
He started to march up the stairs.
Emily thrashed. She didn’t care if she fell, if they both fell. It’d be better than what was about to happen in the bedroom.
“No!” she screamed.
Suddenly, Emily sat up in bed.
“No!” she yelled again but quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
The room was dim.
Where am I?
She didn’t recognize the bed but, on the other side of the large room, she could make out dark forms–a coffee table, a couch, and her suitcase. She was traveling. This was the B&B. She was in Alaska.
She sagged forward with relief, breathing hard through her nose. She realized her hands were still over her mouth and let them fall.
Always the same–never a moment longer. They were always at the top of the stairs. She shook her head, brought a pillow to her stomach, and hugged it. Something bad
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