Saving Sara

By Tanya Watt

Have you ever had secret?
Has that secret consumed you, taken over your life and made you become someone you hate? Well, I do.
I wish I could tell you...tell anyone. But the consequences for sharing my secret, for bringing you into my world...is death.

I would do anything for Sara.
she had my heart the moment I met her, no matter the trouble she carries I knew I had to make her mine.
The fate's were against me but I won't stop, not until I know her secret...not until I save Sara.

This is the story of Sara and Dean. There journey has Romance, intrigued and a surprising twist that you'll never expect. Truly worth reading.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanya Watt
• Release date: Jul 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301508549

Tanya Watt

HI.My name is Tanya Watt and I'm a proud self-published Author and a very busy mom to three crazy kids. I live in Northern Michigan with my kids and loving husband Steve. We spend most of our free time outdoors and I don't go anywhere without my Kindle. I love writing and have many stories that I will be showing off very soon.Right now you can go check out my book "Saving Sara".

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Chapter 1

SARA

Ring, Ring

Hello

"Sara why are you not answering your phone?

Are you still sleeping? It’s 10:00! I only have 30 minutes before I have to leave for work. Can you still walk Layla?"

Lisa slow down, I wasn’t sleeping. (Liar.)

‘I was writing again and I lost track of time. Sorry, I’ll be over in 20 minutes."

Oh Sara, that’s great! Is it the follow up to the Mirrors series?

Lifting my head from my pillow, I hold in a moan.

No, it’s another book I’ve been working on.

I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t see through my lies.

She sighs.

But your fans Sara, they have been waiting a year for book three in the Mirrors series.

Here we go again.

I paint a smile on my face and say, Lisa, sweetie, let me worry about my fans, now stop talking so I can get ready.

All right I’m done. I just worry. Love you, bye.

I toss my phone on the bed. Throw my head into my pillow and yell SISTER’S!

Feeling better,, I slowly ooze my body out of bed.

Glancing down, I notice I’m still wearing what I had on yesterday. Thinking quickly, I decide I should change in case Lisa notices.

Feeling around in my closet, I find my yellow sundress and hurry to the bathroom. In record time I change, brush my teeth, and toss my long black hair into a sloppy ponytail.

Before I walk out the door I take a quick glance around my home. Nothing out of place, nice and neat... Just what everyone expects from a happy, successful twenty-three year old, known as Sara Brown. Author of the well-known horror series "Mirrors’ and among other books I’ve written since the age of sixteen.

I sigh.

The truth…I’m not that girl anymore. My life is anything but happy.

I’m in hell. Burning internally from all my mistakes.

I mentally slap myself for letting a tear escape my eye.

No tears. You don’t deserve to feel sorry for yourself.

With my sandals in one hand I use the other to lock the door. As I make my way off the patio I stop and take a moment to enjoy the scenery. From my front yard, Burt Lake seems like it goes on forever. But I know you can drive around the whole thing in less than an hour. I’ve lived in the same house since I was a baby. I know this lake like the back of my hand.

Heading towards the water, I slip on my flip-flops and take the trail along the lake that leads to Lisa’s house.

Ten minutes later I’m there and running up to her front porch.

At the same time Layla bursts from around the house.

She jumps effortlessly over the rose bushes, with only one purpose in mind.

LAYLA!

Before I can stay STOP she’s thrown me on my back.

I have no choice but to surrender to this 165-pound Great Dane whose drool is seeping into my sundress.

Within seconds the front door flies open.

LAYLA. NO. COME!

And just like that Layla is gone and sitting like an angel besides Lisa’s feet.

I secretly give her the evil eye. beast. I snarl.

Sorry Sara, you know how excited she gets when she hears you coming. Lisa smiles and bends down to give her ‘beast" a kiss.

I drag myself from the ground, brush the dirt from my dress and look up.

Standing on the front porch is,

My sister…My Best Friend…Lisa Brown.

Thirty-three years old. Single.

Works way too many hours as a nurse for Petoskey Hospital and treats her dog like the baby she’s always wanted.

I love her unconditionally, dirty dog and all.

I meet her at the door. How are you ever going to find a man, when you keep kissing that smelly beast? I smirk as I walk past her.

She starts following me inside, looking down to hide her face.

I don’t need to look to know she’s blushing. Lisa always blushes when I bring up her love life. Or lack off.

Oh honey, you know I’m way too busy to think of a man in my life. She says with a weak laugh.

I ignore her excuse and leave her to finish getting ready for work. I Make my way down the hall to the kitchen and grab the last blueberry muffin off the island. It’s not chocolate but I’ll survive. I exit the kitchen and as I walk I slide my finger over all the memories hanging on the wall. My finger lingers on the last two photos. They’re the only two we have of our mother, Sofia Brown.

Both photos were taken in the summer; she loved everything about the summer.

One is when I was three and Lisa was thirteen. She’s smiling at the camera, while her arm is draped over Lisa’s shoulder and a chubby me hugging her leg. She looks so beautiful and happy.

The other photo is just my mom. It was taken the day of my sister’s high school graduation party. She’s blowing the camera a kiss.

If you saw her on the streets, you would think she was the happiest woman in the world. But I know from experience things aren’t always what they seem. Our mother was bipolar.

When she stayed on her pills she was great. Making cookies, reading bedtime stories. One of my fondest memories as a child was watching her sing in the car to the Beatles while playing her air guitar at every stoplight.

A short time later, our mother decided she no longer needed her medications. She said she felt better without them.

She flushed them down the toilet, and never went back to the doctors.

That’s when things got bad. We would hesitate in our bedroom. Worried what behavior we would have to face each morning.

There was the crying mom. She would just lie on the couch and cry for hours. Sometimes she wouldn’t even get out of bed for days. If it weren’t for Lisa, I would have starved to death by the age of five.

Then there was the angry mom. We tried our best to keep our distance when that mom was around. But, when you share a small two-bedroom house, it’s pretty impossible.

I remember one time when I was seven, I was sitting on the couch enjoying my bowl of Lucky Charms when my mom storms in from outside, She’s screaming my name over and over again. I dropped my cereal on the floor and tried hiding behind the couch but she caught my arm before I could.

She kept screaming at the top of her lungs, spit from her mouth flying on my face. That was the first time she told me she hated me. Later on I found out the reason behind her episode.

I left my toys in the grass without putting them away when I was done.

When my sister turned seventeen she tried looking for our father. His name is Mitch Brown. Last time we knew, he worked as a construction worker for a union company in Petoskey.

He walked out on us when I was only a few months old.

My sister blamed our mother. She said they would fight constantly about her lack of medication. Lisa would sit up at night and tell me stories about our father; she always made him seem like a hero.

I on the other hand, will never forgive him. We needed him and he walked out, never giving us a second thought.

Our mom died may 3rd, 1997. I found her on the floor, beside her bed. She overdosed on her medication they said. It was an accidental suicide they said.

We knew. Our mom stopped taking her medication five years ago… She bought those pills to kill herself. I was nine years old the day she died. From that day Lisa and I only had each other. So as you can see, both our parents ran out on us. We’re better off without them, I say. They were cowards, who only thought of themselves.

What are you thinking, Sara?

Hearing the sound of her voice makes me jump, bringing my thoughts back to the present. Nothing, I mumble, with my mouth full of blueberry muffin.

She just stands there staring, giving me that I don’t believe you look. I’ve seen that look a lot lately. As she goes to the door, she stops beside me and leans over to kiss my cheek.

I love you Sara. She says, and then turns to walk out the door. Holding the door I use my other hand to blow her a kiss.

I watch her leave the driveway and as soon as her car is out of sight, I yell for Layla.

Moments later… Layla and I are on the trail, Heading to our favorite spot on the lake.

Chapter 2

DEAN

Closing my eyes I take a moment and listen…

Water splashing on the rocks, a boat starting

It’s engine, and a child’s laughter coming from the neighbor’s cabin.

I open my eyes, and smile. Even though it’s been two years, this still feels like home.

After sitting in the same spot for over an hour, I start feeling restless. I sit my cold cup of coffee down on the patio table and haul myself up. One problem being 6"6’ with abnormally long legs is trying to get comfortable. It seems like I spend way to much time trying to be comfortable then actually being comfortable.

After my rather odd moment of thought I turn and remember I’m not alone. Sitting back with his legs crossed, drinking his coffee as he’s watching me with a look of amusement on his face, is my smartass cousin and best friend, Matt Young. That boy has been getting me into trouble since we were in diapers. Even though his personality is rather hard to live with, and I mean REALLY hard, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than here, at the very same cabin Matt and I spent most of our childhood. Thanks again for letting me crash here with you.

Matt sets his coffee down, then looks at me with a sly smile,

No problem. I hope you enjoy your much needed vacation. He stops smiling. Just remember to knock next time, you scared Tiffany right out the front door. He huffs.

I cough to stifle a laugh. Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin your morning.

Matt springs from his chair, grinning from ear to ear as he saunters his way beside me. Just kidding Dean, It’s nice having you here. I’m not worried, she’ll be back. He winks.

I can’t help but laugh at all the bullshit pouring out of Matt’s mouth; I start my way down the steps, looking over my shoulder to see if he’s following me.

I see you haven’t changed much in two years. Still have a different woman in your bed every night? I ask.

Matt lifts his shirt over his head and flings it to the ground. Just a few. He replies before he walks into the water.

I check out all the girls whose attentions are glued on my cousin. Girls have always loved his blond hair and blue eyes. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no dog. I’ve had my fair share of followers but Matt; it’s like he has a herd of women grazing in a field and their only thought in life is to be milked by farmer Matt.

What are you plans today Dean? Matt asks as he picks his shirt up from the sand.

Rotating my attention away from our audience, I check my shorts for my I-pod. I’m off to run.

Do you want to come? I ask, Even though I already know his answer.

Matt flips his damp hair from his face, while winking at a young woman walking by. You know I hate running, sex is the only exercise I need.

Trying hard not to roll my eyes, I give him a wave before I head down the trail that runs along the lake.

An hour into my run I hear something. I stop, turn my music off and listen.

Layla!

As I circle towards the sound of a women’s voice, I see a flash of yellow. This seems to have piqued my curiosity. I turn off the trail towards the beach.

A few ideas came to mind as I wondered what the ruckus was about. When I walk through a strand of trees, I halt and Shake my head. What the hell!

I spot a Great Dane trotting along the shore with some clothing hanging from its mouth. Running a ways behind is a woman with long raven hair, and a large man wearing nothing but his birthday suit! It doesn’t take me long to figure out the situation. I’m laughing so hard I have to sit down.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I get back up and see what I’ve missed.

I scan the beach until I spot the dog swimming in the water, It seems to have dropped the swim shorts, and the large man is walking out after them. My eyes latch on to the girl wearing the yellow dress, and the long raven hair.

Chapter 3

SARA

I should feel something. -- A normal person would feel content resting here on the beach--feeling the sun kiss your face and sifting the warm sand through your fingers. Not me. I feel nothing. I am no longer able to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me. All I see is darkness. It’s