Chapter 2
The alarm sounded and Samara slapped it
off. She looked at the time, “6:30
am!”
She rolled herself to the side of the bed, and hesitantly proceeded
to get up. Her bedroom suit was a Christmas gift from her husband and hap-hazardly placed as it was the day he surprised her with it.
She remembered they had disagreed over furniture
placement, and ultimately decided to wait until after Christmas to find it a permanent,
suitable location within their enormous bedroom. There was no rhyme or reason for its
placement, none at all. The furniture
was precisely where the movers had left it the day it was delivered; Christmas
Eve, a year ago.
After the accident, Samara had not been physically, or
emotionally capable of changing anything within her home. Her children’s rooms were just as they were
the morning they made the last minute decision to head to her father’s as a
surprise holiday visit. Their clothes
had not been washed, Christmas toys still in the middle of the floor as her children left them, expecting immediately to return playing with them. The tree was still in the same corner of the
room, wrapping paper scattered about the floor, and decorations untouched. How had she managed a year; leaving things
the way they were was a surprise to not only her, but to friends and family as
well.
Several times Samara’s friend April had offered to come over
and help clean the place up. Samara
declined the offer, stating she was not ready to tackle the mess, and needed
more time. April would just look at her in agreement.
April and Samara had been friends for twenty
years. Although they couldn't remember how
they met, they knew they'd made and instantaneous connection. Out of all her family and
friends, April was her best friend, a wonderful counselor, supporter and
confidant.
Samara sat on the edge of the bed, eyes tightly shut
thinking, “Derek, oh Derek… how I wish you were still here. I need you, I need you so much.” Her mind took her back to the moment she and
Derek met.
While she, and her
two best friends, April and Melanie were out to celebrating her thirtieth
birthday, Samara hadn’t planned on meeting anyone . They were out for dinner and dancing at a fine restaurant in a nearby town. After dinner, they made their way down to the dance hall and sat at a round table, near the dance floor. After sitting quietly, and scoping the room
for a few minutes, Samara noticed a tall ruggedly handsome man dressed in a
white t-shirt, faded, torn, and obviously well worn denims with a pair of colored
work boots leaning against the bar. His
hair was dark and wavy, and his arms and body were muscular and lean. When he looked her way she wanted to overt
her eyes, but she didn’t. He had dark
eyes, and well tanned skin. His mouth
was full and luscious and surround by several days growth of shadowy, neatly
groomed whiskers. He looked mysterious; the strong and silent type.
Samara was seriously involved with a wonderful, kind man
named Walter, yet this astounding creature standing before her made her heart
beat, erratically. Walter and Samara had
a wonderful relationship, and had dated for close to seven years. She patiently waited as he traveled from one
hunting adventure to the next, hoping one day he’d have the desire to settle
down and ask her to marry. While Walter
was out on a duck hunt, Samara’s friends Melanie and April suggested they celebrate
her upcoming birthday in style. She
couldn’t believe she was turning thirty.
More over, Samara couldn’t believe she was still unwed and without
children. If asked, she quickly agreed
her biological clock was ticking; ticking fast.
Maybe it was the virility of the man standing before her
that had her so bothered; the sheer maleness of his thick muscular legs, arms,
and torso. The idea of him being the
father of her children quickly entered and exited her mind. Embarrassed by the thought she turned away. It didn't stop her from wondering if he was single, and found herself inconspicuously looking at his ring finger; nothing there. Her mouth watered, and she became nervous as
he and several of his friends made their way to her table.
Although Samara was turning thirty, she was still asked for
identification when entering clubs, and ordering drinks. Most people thought she was in her early to
mid twenties. She had a beautiful round
face, full lips, baby doll nose, long, curly blonde hair, and big, beautiful
deep blue-green eyes shielded with long, thick lashes. Her eyebrows framed her eyes beautifully, and
her smile was broad and full of straight, beautifully squared teeth. Samara had been running and working out for
years. She found the best way to live a
healthy life was to make a healthy life the only way of life. She enjoyed eating healthy, running and exercise
and the affect it had on her outward appearance. Her vigorous way of life contributed to her
youthful appearance, healthy glow and beautiful shape.
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