Katrina Anza
Fort Wayne wasn't the smallest town in Indiana, but it wasn't the biggest either. Personally, I liked that middle-ground. I loved the open wilderness, but there wasn't any work there - even for someone like myself. Though some professional and successful authors could sit up in a cottage home on their own land, they were more successful than me. I was far from those poor people who had damn good ideas nobody would publish, but I wasn't winning any awards or buying estates any time soon.
The house, like the town, wasn't huge and extravagant. It was a single bedroom, single floor home with one bathroom. The kitchen was nice, as was the dining room, though the living room a little small for my tastes. The bedroom made up for it; it was large enough to put my computer, queen-size bed and dresser in with space to spare. I'd put my bookshelf in there instead of the living room, which only had a couch, chair, dog bed and the stand for the TV and PS3.
I popped a tape into the VCR recorder hooked up to my home security system. The alarm was set. With my Akita, Ryu, lying down gnawing happily on a bone after patrolling the entire property, I put in a microwave meal of rice and veggies in. I'd just sat down with supper in hand and Beyond Two Souls started on my PS3 when I spotted a young woman walking toward my door with something wrapped in tin foil in her hands.
Appearing to be in her early twenties, the young woman had long, wavy platinum blonde hair. With Ryu sitting perfectly still, I opened the door on her first knock. Her ice blue eyes in her beautiful, round face had me intake a sharp breath.
She's gorgeous.
"Hello." She sounded a little surprised. Giving Ryu a dismissive glance, she held out her package. "I'm Serenity Macy. We live across the street and I decided to say hi. It's a little silly, but I brought over some baked catfish. I thought maybe you were too busy to cook."
By the time she'd finished I'd somehow regained some sense of reality and heard half of what she said. Inwardly kicking myself in the ass for staring, I cleared my throat. "I'm Katrina Anza. That's very kind-"
"Katrina Anza? The author?" Her eyes lit up, making my heart flutter.
What are the chances?
"Yes. I take it you're a fan?"
"Hell yeah! I
love
your books! Though, you could stop hurting your main characters so much!"
"They have to get hurt. If they don't, they won't be strong enough."
"Strength doesn't just come from pain."
"No. Their real strength always comes from the love. But the pain makes them prepared for the world I cast them into, and helps them find the people they love."
Her eyes sparkled in a way I'd only seen from my fans. "You're SO awesome! Your biography was so small, I didn't know - I mean, I couldn't even
guess
what you were like!" She gushed.
She's so damn sexy, even gushing like a school girl.
"Why don't you come in and have a drink?" I hesitated. "Um, that is, if you're old enough."
Her face went bright red and the gushing became irritation. "I'm twenty-five!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "You'll appreciate looking young when you're my age."
"You can't be much older than me!" She fumed.
"I'm five years older." I assured her. "Come on in for a drink. I didn't mean to offend you."
Cooling a little, she glanced toward the white house across the street. "I don't know. Sonya will be home from school soon..."
Oh. She has kids...she did say we. She's probably married.
"That's fine. Thanks for the catfish. I'm tired of TV dinners."
"TV dinners? You can't survive on that stuff!" She shook her head.
"I think I'll have to actually shop sometime soon." I agreed with a chuckle. "If I can ever find my way around, that is."
"I can show you around if you'd like." She thought a moment. "I'm off work Saturday, and Sonya will be at her friend's all weekend. I'll show you around town, and then I'll come over for a drink."
As she handed me the fish, I glanced at her ring finger. My heart leapt into my throat to see no ring.
Is she divorced? Was she ever married? How young is Sonya? Obviously old enough to stay with a friend. Five, six years old then?
"I'll see you then." I replied happily. Either way, she was taking up my offer.
She lingered a moment before leaving. I watched her ass. When she turned around, she gave a soft smile. Knowing I'd been caught staring, I waved and shut the door.
Serenity Macy
I shut the door tightly behind me, trying to hide the smile on my face. Going into the kitchen, I saw my boyfriend pouring himself a glass of scotch, and the smile disappeared.
"Nate, Sonya will be home soon. I really would appreciate if you didn't start drinking." I complained awkwardly.
"It's just one drink." He grumbled as he put the bottle away.
Damn it. That alcohol will counter his medication. I can't have Sonya around him if he flips out.
Memory of the video camera I'd seen at Katrina's made me wish I'd accepted her offer to come over.
I'm not drinking around Sonya though. She gets scared because of Nate.
"So I met the new neighbor."
"Really? Is she nice?"
"Yeah. She's the author of my favorite books."
"She tell you that while looking you up?" He growled, grabbing me by my waist to jerk me against him.
I swallowed hard. "Even if she
did
like women, she's not going to openly stare at a mother's ass." I told him quietly.
"Does she know you're mine?"
"We talked about fish, not relationships." I replied firmly, trying to pull away.
He jerked me closer, holding me harder. "You sure as hell better make sure you let her know you're not a free woman, bitch." Forcefully kissing me, he released me roughly. "Make that brat supper."
"She's our daughter,
not a brat."
I finally snapped.
He whipped around to slap me across the face
hard
, sending me back several steps as it split my lip. Holding my jaw and spitting blood, I apologized quietly and started to cook. Knowing the scotch would make him too sick to eat, I started macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. Maybe it'd cheer Sonya up; since it was clear our neighbor didn't have kids.
She was hoping they wouldn't bully her like the others.
Recalling the dog, I briefly wondered if it would play with her.
Big dogs have really big teeth, and it didn't act too friendly. No jumping, barking, and tail wagging.
Then again, the dog had seemed alert, but not aggressive. Maybe it was just well-trained. Just as dinner was hitting the table, there was a honk outside. I came out to see the bus pulling to a stop. Sonya was allowed out. Squealing, the seven year old took a flying leap into my arms. I stumbled back, but still managed to catch her well enough to spin her and lower her to the ground.
"How was your day, sweetie?"
"We learned subtraction! It was fun!"
"You like subtraction?" I asked with a laugh.
"Yeah! It's even more fun than addition! If you gave me three cookies, and I eat two, there's only one left!"
"So if I give you five dollars, and daddy gives you three, how much money do you have?"
She thought a moment. I was impressed that she didn't use her hands. "Eight!"
"Very good! You're really smart, Sonya! Are you hungry? We're having mac and cheese with hot dogs."
The door opened across from us, and out came Katrina. She was in jogging slacks, a T-shirt and a headband. I blinked in surprise to see her dog wasn't leashed, but took off jogging at her heel without glancing at us.
"Doggie!"
"Sonya, don't bother the doggie. He's running with his owner."
"But he's so fluffy!"
"Sonya, you can
ask
to pet the doggie when it's on a leash. You don't know if he bites." Shivers traveled down my spine at the idea of that large of animal sinking his teeth into her, I took her hand before she could disobey.
"Okay mommy. But I wanna pet him later."
"You have to
ask.
And he has to be inside, on a chain or on a leash. Do you understand, Sonya?" I asked firmly, meeting her eyes. "The dog is very big and can hurt you if he bites."
"Okay mommy. I'll ask when he's on a leash, on a chain or inside."
"That's my good little butterfly. Let's go eat, and I'll help you with your homework. Just be quiet; daddy's medicine isn't working."
I glanced back and got a damn good view of her ass.
She's so god-damn sexy.
No wonder; from the way she was jogging, it was a regular thing for her. She probably was one to hit the gym a few times a week.
Now I need a shower!
Instead I took my daughter inside for supper and homework, hoping my boyfriend's mood was going to stay brooding. She didn't say a word during supper, did her homework quietly and when she went to play in her room, we didn't hear her play.
Katrina Anza
It was eight o'clock when Ryu growled at the door. Sighing, I hopped out of the shower. Was it another neighbor welcoming me to the neighborhood with animal flesh?
Maybe somebody will bring me a dead pig next.
When I opened it, however, with Ryu at a sit, I blinked in surprise to see Serenity at my door in the rain. She held a small child's hand. The kid wasn't even wearing shoes - in fact, neither of them were.
"Are you crazy? She's soaked! Ryu, a la cucha!" Ryu headed straight for his cage, allowing me to lock him up. "Get in here before she gets sick!"
"Thank you, Miss Anza." As she came inside, I noticed her lip was split and there was an oddly shaped bruise on her arm.
What the hell happened to her? Was she robbed?
"It's Kat, please." I shut the door, rushing to get a towel for them both. "Get those wet clothes off. I have a shirt that will fit like a nightgown on her, and some clothes in my room that should fit you alright. I'll throw those in the dryer."
"Why's your doggie in the cage?"
"In case one of you was afraid of him. He's a big dog who protects me." I told her calmly. "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah."
I showed them my room. While they were changing I put away all my porn DVD's and anything a child shouldn't watch. It just so happened that I didn't have any children's movies. Or anything safe for kids to watch.
So what do we do?
They came out. Serenity looked awkward as her daughter went to look at Ryu through the cage. "Who's a good doggie? Can you sit doggie?"
"Ryu, sentado!"
The dog sat, making the girl giggle. "That's a funny word."
"Bien. Sentado is Spanish for sit. Bien means good."
Serenity watched with nervous surprise. "Don't reach into his cage, sweetie."
"He won't bite. He's a good dog." I promised. "So why did you drag such a young kid out in the rain without shoes and a coat?"
She bit her lip anxiously. "W-well, I didn't want her home, that's all."
Is something not safe about home?
"Can you let the doggie out?"
I glanced at Serenity. "I'll think about it if your mom calms down. Why don't we watch some TV?"