Winding Roads

By Yvette Hough

Anyone who has loved another person, has experienced hurt, disappointment, or betrayal at some point. And when we feel the intense ache that rocks our entire existence, there is only one place to go for healing, and only one comforter; Our Heavenly God and his Kingdom. Join Karen, Dylan and Phil in the Winding Roads series as they are forced by life to face prodigious challenges and decide which roads to take that may or may not lead them into God's light.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yvette Hough
• Release date: Jul 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781495163586

Yvette Hough

Keela Yvette Hough is an emerging author and writer whose love of writing began at an early age. Spiritually inspired for as long as she can remember, the profound words of the Bible served as her muse well into adulthood. The main motto that has been her ultimate driving force throughout her creative journey is “believe in what you want to be done and it will be.”Due to be released is her debut standalone book, Christmas Lillie available soon in print and e-book. She has also authored a series entitled “Winding Roads” (https://keelayvettehough.wixsite.com/kyhough) as well as two children’s Christian books.When she isn’t crafting stories, you can find Yvette Hough spending quality family time with her beautiful children and loved ones. With quite the sweet tooth, she is also a French donut connoisseur. Currently, she happily resides in Houston, Texas.

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Winding Roads

By Yvette Hough

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ISBN 978-1-4951-6358-6

Winding Roads, Winding Roads with Sharp Curves

by Yvette Hough

Index

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Thanks to my dear mother, Donna for the many journals you purchased and encouraged me to fill.

Many thanks to James Wykoff, a great educator who always said there was nothing I could not do.

Thank you to my husband, and my daughter who’s abnormal sleeping pattern allowed me many late nights to accomplish this feat.

In Memory of Carol Yvonne Hough: thank you for listening to and editing a ton of not yet published works. Thank you for cheering the loudest and clapping the hardest at public readings. You are a treasure locked within the hearts of many.

Chapter 1

I showed up at his door, tears streaming down my face. The thunder crashed over head as his mother opened the door. I was still clenching the letter he sent with the details of my presence outlined therein. His mother looked at me with disgust in her eyes and unspoken cursing on the curl of her lips. I’m sorry, I squeaked out. I heard him yell, Let her in please. It was more of a command spoken. His niece peeked out from the hallway, and smiled at me, and then glanced at her grandmother whose face was still unhappy concrete. His niece whispered, I remember you. She glanced at her grandmother again, and said I’ll take you to him. I reached out to hug her, and she willingly accepted my love. We turned the corner, and she pointed at the door to his room. He’s in there, He’s been doing really great the last couple of weeks, and today has been his best day. Anyway, I’m glad that you’re here even if Granny isn’t. I half smiled at her, still consumed by my own anguish. I entered his room, and he looked at me from the edge of his bed. I was instantly in love with him again. How does he keep doing that to me, I wondered You’re a beautiful mess you know that?

Yeah, I know. That’s my thing. I told him and smiled. He looked so delicious. I need to cool it, I reminded myself. I haven’t touched him in 13 years. The day I met him, I was smitten, and he was equally hypnotized. We talked and walked hand in hand under the stars, found a quiet place away from the friends that introduced us. And set our souls on fire forever I suppose. Even now, as he stretched his hand toward me waiting for me to accept it. I could feel the heat between us growing. It’s only been seconds and we were smoldering. For heaven’s sake he had me sweating from head to toe. I shook my head no, to reject his hand. And he understood putting it down.

His mother came in, and told him, I’m going home now, and I’m taking Arriana with me. Her voice was tender, and saturated with concern and tremendous affection for him. She caressed his face in both palms as if he were a boy and kissed him on the forehead. And he accepted all of her affection and returned it with a smile and hug around her waist. I love you mom. There’s no one like you.

I know dear, no one even comes close. She said with a smile but the monster in her tone was directed toward me, to make sure I understood she was number one. Call me if you need anything son. Anything at all.

Thanks mom, I’m sure we’ll be able to manage. Did I smell strawberry cake?

No, you smelled strawberry cheesecake. Don’t tell your father. He’s been asking for one for months. I just hadn’t gotten around to it for him.

I won’t. He said smiling, looking like a kid again, hugging her once more.

As she reached the door to leave, I thawed out and called to her…

Mrs. Heritage, thank you for allowing me to come to him.

I told you before; I’d do anything for my son.

Yes Ma’am. I respect that. Thank you for your grace.

She walked away from me, annoyed.

Arriana came in to hug me, again and asked if she would see me tomorrow.

Dylan responded to her question I’ll see if I can persuade her to stay longer than that.

Her grandmother called her to leave. The door closed, I heard the locks engage. I stood still, staring into the empty hall.

You’re here. He said nerves in his voice.

I twisted my fingers together and turned slowly to him, nodding my head like a bobble toy.

I was crying again.

Shh. He whispered. Come sit.

I complied. My head down, I quietly sobbed. She still hates me, I said.

She doesn’t hate you, it’s complicated. You broke her son’s heart. She hasn’t forgiven you yet. And she doesn’t understand our connection. Why you keep coming back to me, and why I let you in.

It’s not for her to get right now. He said more to himself than me.

What do we do? I asked him.

I don’t know, we didn’t have an answer the last time we were together either remember.

Of course I remember, every day I remember, I never forget. I told him.

We sat there on the edge of the bed, not touching, not looking at each other, listening to the sound of our own hearts beating.

Did you bring any luggage? he asked me.

Two bags, I’ll get them later.

"Would you like something to drink?

Gin and Tonic. I said gingerly, and laughed.

Ha ha. I know you better than that. He said with a grin.

He got up and walked to the kitchen, I asked to use his rest room. Of course, this is now your home too; I’ll give you a tour in a moment. He came back quickly with a scotch glass 2 round ice cubes, and a bottle of 9.9ph water he announced. The gin is on hold until later."

And the restroom is?

Hidden, behind door number one. This was a reclaimed wooden, barn door to the far right of the flat screen and love seat across from the bed. His mother must have decorated this room; it has a woman’s touch. And she likes to be the only woman in his life; but somehow I keep getting in her way. Just when she thinks I’m gone, I reappear. Dylan took my keys and set them on the dresser.

"I took the liberty of getting you a little something; it’s hanging on the right side of the closet. You can’t miss it. Come to the kitchen when you’re