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!"