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Authors: C. L. Scholey
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glass shard into his other hand and pulled his fist back to slam the glass into her in a downward arc. Jaron was suddenly in front of her. Saving her again.
Carver's action was swift. The man was a powerhouse, but so too was Jaron. Jaron had no choice but to drop his blade and use both hands on the desperate man. Jaron grabbed his wrist. Rain was on the ground. Jaron bent over her backward, trying to fend off Carver's deadly blow. The glass shard inched closer to Jaron's throat.
Rain heard a shout…then a gunshot. Telor grabbed her out from under Jaron. Both Carver and Jaron landed in a heap on the ground. Rain pulled herself from Telor's grasp and tugged at Carver's arm, and soon Telor was beside her yanking the man off Jaron.
Jaron groaned. "Damn, that bastard's heavy."
Sobbing, Rain flung her arms around him. "You're all right. You saved my life. Again."
Rain felt frail arms around her lifting her. "Rain, child, I thought we had lost you," Grams said. Rain turned into her arms and held her close.
Papa held her next. "I knew Telor would find you. Just like he promised."
"I'm happy you went to the police. I should have said something that night," Telor said. "I wasn't thinking straight when I told you to stay at my place and just took off."
"You were worried about Rain," Papa said. There was respect for the younger man when Rain looked at Papa and it made her happy.
Rain wiped at the blood on Telor's face with the hanky Papa handed her. She was grateful it wasn't his blood. Carver was dead, and with him went the information Jaron had wanted about why Carver went after her parents and why he'd killed them. The doll was still missing.
"Telor?" Rain asked.
"What?"
"Jaron saved your life and mine. Isn't it time you told us where the doll is?"
Telor sighed heavily and took her by the shoulders. "I gave it back the next morning, Rain. Don't you remember? I left it on your front porch. I waited until you picked it up. You took it inside and that's the last time I ever saw it."
Crestfallen, she shook her head. Now she really would never know. There was no memory of her doll after she had dropped it during the storm. She gazed up at Jaron. He had lost fifteen years of his life to save her, and he would never be able to reason out why this all had happened if she couldn't remember. Rain wanted to cry.
"Jaron, I'm so sorry," Rain whispered.
Rain went on to explain to Grams and Papa what had occurred the night of her parents' deaths. She would make sure everyone would know what a hero Jaron was then and still was now. It was the least she could do. If only she could remember…
EPILOGUE
Thunder hammered the heavens. The two men stood silently and watched as Rain danced, trance-like, near the sparse forest. Rain knew they were watching; she knew what they were thinking. Both men wanted her; both men loved her. Rain loved them both as well.
Tonight she danced her pain, her remembrance, her fears, and her rise from adversity. Only this was a new dance. This was her dance, not her mother's. Rain's was the dance of life. When she leaped barefoot toward the sky, she became the element air. Landing gracefully onto the moist grass she was the earth. Spinning wildly, she became the wind. Her passion was fire. But above all else she was water. She was Rain .
Rain could flow fast like a river current; she could be still waters. When you least expected it, Rain could grip your emotions and pull you down into turbulent water. She had the depth of an ocean, and her being was the mystery the water held.
Rain remembered her mother's plight. She could still hear her mother's voice telling her how much she loved her. And she remembered hearing her frantic pleas to God to watch over her baby. Rain allowed every thought, every emotion to bombard her senses. Her life was her mother's legacy. Rain only hoped she had her mother's inner strength. If ever Rain might need to save a child of her own someday…
Rain pulled up short as a
Carver's action was swift. The man was a powerhouse, but so too was Jaron. Jaron had no choice but to drop his blade and use both hands on the desperate man. Jaron grabbed his wrist. Rain was on the ground. Jaron bent over her backward, trying to fend off Carver's deadly blow. The glass shard inched closer to Jaron's throat.
Rain heard a shout…then a gunshot. Telor grabbed her out from under Jaron. Both Carver and Jaron landed in a heap on the ground. Rain pulled herself from Telor's grasp and tugged at Carver's arm, and soon Telor was beside her yanking the man off Jaron.
Jaron groaned. "Damn, that bastard's heavy."
Sobbing, Rain flung her arms around him. "You're all right. You saved my life. Again."
Rain felt frail arms around her lifting her. "Rain, child, I thought we had lost you," Grams said. Rain turned into her arms and held her close.
Papa held her next. "I knew Telor would find you. Just like he promised."
"I'm happy you went to the police. I should have said something that night," Telor said. "I wasn't thinking straight when I told you to stay at my place and just took off."
"You were worried about Rain," Papa said. There was respect for the younger man when Rain looked at Papa and it made her happy.
Rain wiped at the blood on Telor's face with the hanky Papa handed her. She was grateful it wasn't his blood. Carver was dead, and with him went the information Jaron had wanted about why Carver went after her parents and why he'd killed them. The doll was still missing.
"Telor?" Rain asked.
"What?"
"Jaron saved your life and mine. Isn't it time you told us where the doll is?"
Telor sighed heavily and took her by the shoulders. "I gave it back the next morning, Rain. Don't you remember? I left it on your front porch. I waited until you picked it up. You took it inside and that's the last time I ever saw it."
Crestfallen, she shook her head. Now she really would never know. There was no memory of her doll after she had dropped it during the storm. She gazed up at Jaron. He had lost fifteen years of his life to save her, and he would never be able to reason out why this all had happened if she couldn't remember. Rain wanted to cry.
"Jaron, I'm so sorry," Rain whispered.
Rain went on to explain to Grams and Papa what had occurred the night of her parents' deaths. She would make sure everyone would know what a hero Jaron was then and still was now. It was the least she could do. If only she could remember…
EPILOGUE
Thunder hammered the heavens. The two men stood silently and watched as Rain danced, trance-like, near the sparse forest. Rain knew they were watching; she knew what they were thinking. Both men wanted her; both men loved her. Rain loved them both as well.
Tonight she danced her pain, her remembrance, her fears, and her rise from adversity. Only this was a new dance. This was her dance, not her mother's. Rain's was the dance of life. When she leaped barefoot toward the sky, she became the element air. Landing gracefully onto the moist grass she was the earth. Spinning wildly, she became the wind. Her passion was fire. But above all else she was water. She was Rain .
Rain could flow fast like a river current; she could be still waters. When you least expected it, Rain could grip your emotions and pull you down into turbulent water. She had the depth of an ocean, and her being was the mystery the water held.
Rain remembered her mother's plight. She could still hear her mother's voice telling her how much she loved her. And she remembered hearing her frantic pleas to God to watch over her baby. Rain allowed every thought, every emotion to bombard her senses. Her life was her mother's legacy. Rain only hoped she had her mother's inner strength. If ever Rain might need to save a child of her own someday…
Rain pulled up short as a
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