Beautiful Dream

The day after I buried my dad, I sat in the grass in front of his grave for a good two hours. The conversation we had before his body quit on him, running back and forth inside my head like a broken water hose.My brain wouldn't shut up.My brain wouldn't stop reminding me of the promise, the promise that I made in a desperate attempt to give him peace, the promise I made to my daddy while he was dying. I was content with my job. I was content in my relationship, but after those two hours; I realized my daddy was right. I was bored. I wasn't having fun, not the kind of fun he meant. Board games on date nights are not fun.Sex once a week on Sunday nights at the usual time of eight pm wasn't fun. Going through paperwork, day after day wasn't very much fun either.Coming home to my boyfriend every day and having the same conversations about our day wasn't fun.My daddy was right.I was in a rut.I was stuck.And I didn't know how to get out of it.I'm not roaring through life, I'm si

I arrived in Holbrooke one week ago. The town is what you would expect a small town to be. People waving to one another, smiling and talking on the side walks in front of the local stores. The town wasn't bustling with busy bodies rushing, like the city I previously lived in. I could sleep at night without being woken up by honking vehicles.Holbrooke had one grocery store, hailed the Stocked Pantry. Three gas stations, three fast-food places, four restaurants, one of my favorite places to eat so far was a seafood restaurant called Tugboats. Holbrooke also had a family-owned diner that served the finest coffee, called Java Stop. They further had the best lemon bread I ever tasted. It didn't hurt that the old couple that owned it were super friendly and gave me my first coffee on the house.I had been staying in a motel while I went apartment hunting. It only took me two days to decide where I wanted to live, not that I even had many options. It was the closest of the two apartment

It's now ten that night, and I'm standing in front of Grim's, which is what they named their bar. I was feeling nervous, only because I was going to be partying with my soon-to-be coworkers once I started my job tomorrow. I never mixed business with pleasure before, and I have to admit, it is definitely under the category of fun.Once I got my new pet fed with a few ham slices, I made him a litter box out of a leftover box that the previous tendent left behind, promised it I would go to the pet store as soon as I could, and went to take a shower. I wanted to make a good first impression and never really being in a biker bar, I had no idea what to wear. I have read books about motorcycle clubs and know they dress a little on the wild side, not to mention what the women were wearing at the clubhouse. I didn't exactly want to wear something so revealing, I don't want my tits popping out and my ass cheeks to be hanging out, but I also didn't want my outfit to scream hey she doesn't belo

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My mystery man, who I just found out was also my boss, growled and stood up from the chair at the head of the table.I'm fighting with my body right now. One part is demanding I just leave. This job isn't worth it, but the other part is telling me I deserve this job. Just because I had a one-night stand with my boss, technically before I had even started my job, doesn't mean I don't deserve to have this job when I know I'm damn well qualified for it.“I needed to speak with you,” I mumbled in embarrassment that I just barged in, told off the Sergeant at arms for calling me a bitch and then almost fell on my face in front of the asshole that kicked me out last night. “And I told you if you wanted another round, I'd be back at the bar tonight. You did not need to come up in my clubhouse throwing attitude because you want another go with my dick,” he growled and crossed his arms.“I'm sorry?” I asked, shocked that he would actually think that was the a

It's been two days, and I have not spoken to or seen Hawk, whatever his real name is. He practically forced me to have dinner with him, he made himself at home, he reused to leave after he ate his chicken, and he ended up falling asleep on my couch with my kitten on his lap. I felt so betrayed by the little chubby ball of cuteness. I was vexed that my asshole mystery man, who wasn't so much of a mystery anymore, but still kind of is, was using me to hide away from his ex-wife. The more I think about that night, the more exasperated I got, and more so about myself than anything else. I allowed my heart to feel hope again where that man was concerned.“It's time for you to leave,” I sighed, climbed off my couch, and pointed towards my apartment door. I was ready for bed. I needed to deal with everything. The main thing I had to process was the fact that his ex-wife had an issue with me, and according to Hawk, her clique that apparently spies on him, will also have a problem with me