Sheila?
“Let’s just run okay? Run until we can barely stand. See you in two hours,” I said, breaking his hold and slipping my headphones into my ears.
I ran and ran until it became difficult to continue. I sat down on a nearby bench to rest and give my muscles a good stretching. I wasn’t prepared for the run at all, but I damn sure needed it. It helped me clear my mind and also helped me shed some of the emotion I felt deep within my soul.
Ryan ran up and sat down beside me on the bench. “You were in the zone, Sheila. I swore I blinked and you were miles down the road.”
“I had a lot on my mind, I guess.”
“Wanna go and grab a bite to eat?” he asked, extending his hand toward mine.
“No thanks, I’m gonna run a few more miles.”
“Need any company?”
“Ryan, go home. I’ll be fine. I need to clear my mind anyway.”
Ryan, upset, turned around and ran back in the direction we’d just come from, while I got up to run a few laps around the reservoir.
After two full laps around the large body of water, I sat down on a patch of grass in front of it. I looked at my reflection in the water and I didn’t like the image I saw looking back at me through the flowing current.
I’d let my brother’s health issues take me to a dark place that I didn’t want to be. I’d let myself become weak and naïve, two things I prided myself on not being.
I ran my hand over the top of my hair, smoothing a few stray hairs back with it. Life will always be full of unfinished roads, but it’s up to you to pave the perfect path to fulfill your destiny. It was a quote my mom had said to me when I was younger, but now that I was older it made a lot more sense.
I looked at my watch: it was almost noon, and I was starving.
After devouring my food and catching a quick shower, I grabbed my phone and had several messages from Liam, Ryan, and John asking me the same damn question: Where are you?
Frankly, it was none of their damn businesses, but since it was Saturday night, I decided one of them should take me out on a date.
“John, thanks for meeting me.”
“Sheila, wow. You look gorgeous.”
I was wearing a skin-tight black and red asymmetrical dress and black pumps. Waved dark curls bounced on my shoulders and down my back. I’d decorated my lips with my favorite red lipstick and painted my eyes with smoky eye shadow, making my hazel eyes pop.
“Thanks,” I responded, clutching my purse close to my hip.
“Sheila,” he said extending his arm toward mine. “Let’s make our grand entrance, shall we?” We walked into Club Black Widow, the hottest night club just outside of Boston.
Neon lights swirled around the dark fog filled room. The DJ was in front of the dance floor on a stage with huge bass extenders and speakers. An up-tempo remix of “Toxic” by Britney Spears started playing and the drunken crowd went nuts, shaking their rhythm-less nonexistent asses.
John left my side briefly to grab us a few drinks, and as soon as he broke his hold on my arm, I felt like he set off some kind of desperate horny asshole homing beacon. “Excuse me miss, care to dance?” a tall bald gentleman asked.
“No thanks.”
“Well if you change your mind, come find me.”
Several others approached me and were all shot down. Dammit John, where the hell are you?
There was a soft tap on my shoulder and I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face another potential let down. “Here you go,” John said, handing me a margarita.
“Christ, it’s about time!” I yelled over the song. “I swear ten assholes approached me the second you left my side.”
“Well,” he said scanning my body from head to toe, “I can’t blame them for trying.”
The club was so live. I danced until I felt every single curl leave my head. John kept pumping me with drinks until I finally stopped him and asked to get some food before the kitchen closed in an hour.
We split a half-pound turkey burger and fry basket before we
“Let’s just run okay? Run until we can barely stand. See you in two hours,” I said, breaking his hold and slipping my headphones into my ears.
I ran and ran until it became difficult to continue. I sat down on a nearby bench to rest and give my muscles a good stretching. I wasn’t prepared for the run at all, but I damn sure needed it. It helped me clear my mind and also helped me shed some of the emotion I felt deep within my soul.
Ryan ran up and sat down beside me on the bench. “You were in the zone, Sheila. I swore I blinked and you were miles down the road.”
“I had a lot on my mind, I guess.”
“Wanna go and grab a bite to eat?” he asked, extending his hand toward mine.
“No thanks, I’m gonna run a few more miles.”
“Need any company?”
“Ryan, go home. I’ll be fine. I need to clear my mind anyway.”
Ryan, upset, turned around and ran back in the direction we’d just come from, while I got up to run a few laps around the reservoir.
After two full laps around the large body of water, I sat down on a patch of grass in front of it. I looked at my reflection in the water and I didn’t like the image I saw looking back at me through the flowing current.
I’d let my brother’s health issues take me to a dark place that I didn’t want to be. I’d let myself become weak and naïve, two things I prided myself on not being.
I ran my hand over the top of my hair, smoothing a few stray hairs back with it. Life will always be full of unfinished roads, but it’s up to you to pave the perfect path to fulfill your destiny. It was a quote my mom had said to me when I was younger, but now that I was older it made a lot more sense.
I looked at my watch: it was almost noon, and I was starving.
After devouring my food and catching a quick shower, I grabbed my phone and had several messages from Liam, Ryan, and John asking me the same damn question: Where are you?
Frankly, it was none of their damn businesses, but since it was Saturday night, I decided one of them should take me out on a date.
“John, thanks for meeting me.”
“Sheila, wow. You look gorgeous.”
I was wearing a skin-tight black and red asymmetrical dress and black pumps. Waved dark curls bounced on my shoulders and down my back. I’d decorated my lips with my favorite red lipstick and painted my eyes with smoky eye shadow, making my hazel eyes pop.
“Thanks,” I responded, clutching my purse close to my hip.
“Sheila,” he said extending his arm toward mine. “Let’s make our grand entrance, shall we?” We walked into Club Black Widow, the hottest night club just outside of Boston.
Neon lights swirled around the dark fog filled room. The DJ was in front of the dance floor on a stage with huge bass extenders and speakers. An up-tempo remix of “Toxic” by Britney Spears started playing and the drunken crowd went nuts, shaking their rhythm-less nonexistent asses.
John left my side briefly to grab us a few drinks, and as soon as he broke his hold on my arm, I felt like he set off some kind of desperate horny asshole homing beacon. “Excuse me miss, care to dance?” a tall bald gentleman asked.
“No thanks.”
“Well if you change your mind, come find me.”
Several others approached me and were all shot down. Dammit John, where the hell are you?
There was a soft tap on my shoulder and I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face another potential let down. “Here you go,” John said, handing me a margarita.
“Christ, it’s about time!” I yelled over the song. “I swear ten assholes approached me the second you left my side.”
“Well,” he said scanning my body from head to toe, “I can’t blame them for trying.”
The club was so live. I danced until I felt every single curl leave my head. John kept pumping me with drinks until I finally stopped him and asked to get some food before the kitchen closed in an hour.
We split a half-pound turkey burger and fry basket before we
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