O’Sheas were the outdoorsy types.
“Isn’t my mom beautiful?” Flynn asked, coming up
behind me while I studied the photo.
“You look a little like her, but more like your
dad.”
“I wonder if you have any of your unknown father
in you?”
“Unlikely. I look just like my mom. Red hair, pale
skin, freckles, blue eyes. It’s classic Davison.”
“Do you have any idea how much I love this hair?”
he said, nuzzling my red locks with his lips as if to prove the point.
“Where were these pictures taken?”
“Dad and I were in Ireland. Mom and I were in Portugal. The picture with them was at the Powerscourt Waterfall during the summer they met
and married. Very romantic, though I think our gunfight put their waterfall to
shame.”
Turning to Flynn, I hugged him to me. “Thank you
for not wanting an out. That still stands, right?”
“Yes, my Blue. The last twenty four hours haven’t
changed my very set mind when it comes to my sad redheaded girl.”
“You say my a lot. I’m not sure how I feel about
that.”
“Let me help you decide,” he said, kissing me
hungrily. Finally pulling away, he licked his lips. “It’s obvious you support my
desire to chase you forever.”
“Oh, I do? Well in that case, it’s a solid plan.”
“I will keep chasing,” he said, his gaze serious
now.
“Good.”
Flynn smiled and took my hand. Walking to the
garage, he sighed loudly and full of drama.
“I wish this weekend would last forever like my
love will.”
“We should do it next weekend.”
“Should or will?” he asked, opening the door for
me.
Without looking him in the eye as I slid into his
car, I said, “Will.”
Flynn must have noticed something because he
grunted then shut the door. I thought he was angry, but he kept messing with my
leg the whole ride home. After a kiss that led us to the backseat, I finally
stumbled out of the car and tried to act casual.
“Don’t waste your time faking otherwise,” Flynn
teased while running his hands through his mussed hair. “The whole street knows
you’re smitten with me. It’s written all over your face.”
Sticking out my tongue at him, I took my bag and
headed to the porch where Flynn gave me another too tempting kiss. This time we
restrained our urges and I eventually made it inside the house.
Chapter Seven
As happy as I was spending most of Sunday with
Flynn, that evening was tense from all of the demons’ games. Just before dawn,
I was startled awake by my mother’s wails. Crying out in fear as she tore me
from my sleep, I watched her pained expression shift into a smile.
“What a pretty day to die, Blue.”
While I didn’t plan to jump, I still rode my bike
out to the bridge. I guess I needed to see it. Or I was hoping for a clear sign
which told me what my next step should be. Officer Bramley turned out to be a
sign, yet not the one I was expecting.
Drinking coffee and listening to the news on his
radio, the officer sat in his car at the entrance to the bridge. Near the spot
where I had planned to jump, I noticed a large pile of flowers and stuffed
animals, plus what looked like burned candles.
Instead of riding by and hoping to find
information at school, I figured I’d ask Bramley myself. I felt like the bridge
belonged to me and it was the only way I wanted to die, so what happened there
was my concern.
“Hello, Blue,” the officer said, giving me a big
grin. “Headed to school?”
“Yep. What’s going on here?”
“Didn’t you hear?”
“Too busy partying the last few days.”
Grinning, Bramley looked nostalgic for a minute as
he remembered his high school years. Finally he returned to my earlier question.
“Had a suicide over the weekend.”
“Who?”
“Some college kid who came into the Falls to visit
his girlfriend. Apparently she dumped him and he decided he couldn’t live
without her. Jumped on early Saturday morning.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Oh, no. After the kid jumped, a bunch of
“Isn’t my mom beautiful?” Flynn asked, coming up
behind me while I studied the photo.
“You look a little like her, but more like your
dad.”
“I wonder if you have any of your unknown father
in you?”
“Unlikely. I look just like my mom. Red hair, pale
skin, freckles, blue eyes. It’s classic Davison.”
“Do you have any idea how much I love this hair?”
he said, nuzzling my red locks with his lips as if to prove the point.
“Where were these pictures taken?”
“Dad and I were in Ireland. Mom and I were in Portugal. The picture with them was at the Powerscourt Waterfall during the summer they met
and married. Very romantic, though I think our gunfight put their waterfall to
shame.”
Turning to Flynn, I hugged him to me. “Thank you
for not wanting an out. That still stands, right?”
“Yes, my Blue. The last twenty four hours haven’t
changed my very set mind when it comes to my sad redheaded girl.”
“You say my a lot. I’m not sure how I feel about
that.”
“Let me help you decide,” he said, kissing me
hungrily. Finally pulling away, he licked his lips. “It’s obvious you support my
desire to chase you forever.”
“Oh, I do? Well in that case, it’s a solid plan.”
“I will keep chasing,” he said, his gaze serious
now.
“Good.”
Flynn smiled and took my hand. Walking to the
garage, he sighed loudly and full of drama.
“I wish this weekend would last forever like my
love will.”
“We should do it next weekend.”
“Should or will?” he asked, opening the door for
me.
Without looking him in the eye as I slid into his
car, I said, “Will.”
Flynn must have noticed something because he
grunted then shut the door. I thought he was angry, but he kept messing with my
leg the whole ride home. After a kiss that led us to the backseat, I finally
stumbled out of the car and tried to act casual.
“Don’t waste your time faking otherwise,” Flynn
teased while running his hands through his mussed hair. “The whole street knows
you’re smitten with me. It’s written all over your face.”
Sticking out my tongue at him, I took my bag and
headed to the porch where Flynn gave me another too tempting kiss. This time we
restrained our urges and I eventually made it inside the house.
Chapter Seven
As happy as I was spending most of Sunday with
Flynn, that evening was tense from all of the demons’ games. Just before dawn,
I was startled awake by my mother’s wails. Crying out in fear as she tore me
from my sleep, I watched her pained expression shift into a smile.
“What a pretty day to die, Blue.”
While I didn’t plan to jump, I still rode my bike
out to the bridge. I guess I needed to see it. Or I was hoping for a clear sign
which told me what my next step should be. Officer Bramley turned out to be a
sign, yet not the one I was expecting.
Drinking coffee and listening to the news on his
radio, the officer sat in his car at the entrance to the bridge. Near the spot
where I had planned to jump, I noticed a large pile of flowers and stuffed
animals, plus what looked like burned candles.
Instead of riding by and hoping to find
information at school, I figured I’d ask Bramley myself. I felt like the bridge
belonged to me and it was the only way I wanted to die, so what happened there
was my concern.
“Hello, Blue,” the officer said, giving me a big
grin. “Headed to school?”
“Yep. What’s going on here?”
“Didn’t you hear?”
“Too busy partying the last few days.”
Grinning, Bramley looked nostalgic for a minute as
he remembered his high school years. Finally he returned to my earlier question.
“Had a suicide over the weekend.”
“Who?”
“Some college kid who came into the Falls to visit
his girlfriend. Apparently she dumped him and he decided he couldn’t live
without her. Jumped on early Saturday morning.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Oh, no. After the kid jumped, a bunch of
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