Four Short Stories of Love and Hate

By trishia russell

Andreas Jones was hooked on Carrie Johnston at first sight. He thought he found the love of his life. He didn't expect what happened. Damien left the love of his life go. He expected never to see her again. Jamie Bicks never thought she would find love. She endured heartache her whole life. Then someone from the past showed up. Brenton Willow fell in Love with Abigail Pierce only to find out she wasn't who she said she was.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780359212743

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Four Short Stories of Love and Hate

Four Short Stories of Love and Hate

Four Short Stories of Love and Hate

Trishia Russell

Trishia Russell

2018

Copyright © 2018 by Trishia Russell

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, brands, media and incidents are either a product of the authors imagination or used fictitiously.

First Printing: 2018

ISBN# 978-0-359-21274-3

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Dedication

To my husband, two boys, and grand children. To the rest of my family including the in-laws. I would also like to thank everyone that supports me in my writing adventures. This book is also dedicated to my niece Merisa Bair and mom Denise Buksa may they rest in eternal peace.

Contents

Dedication

Chapter 1: An Inconvenience Flame

Chapter 2: The Dusty Letter

Chapter 3: Something Gained

Chapter 4: Dangerous Illusion

Introduction

An Inconvenience Flame: Andreas Jones fell in love with Carrie Johnston when his eyes found her in the hallway. He pursued her and gained her love. Their love was undeniably strong. Then, something changed their lives forever. Andreas hated Carrie for what she did next. There was no way to forgive her. He was strong enough to take responsibility for his life and she wasn't. The hatred for her built in him so strongly that he couldn't take it anymore. His life was changed in a way the he never imagined. Carries changed too, only, Andreas had no idea how hers changed.

The Dusty Letter: A letter laid silently on the desk of Damien, untouched for years. It was a letter from his high school sweetheart, Alexandra. When they parted for college, Damien felt it was too hard to continue a long distant relationship. He sent Alexandra a  letter freeing her from him. The dust covered letter was her response. He couldn't bring himself to read it. He began a new life with Amelia. Their life together was good. But, Alexandra always had his heart. Then, one day Alexandra reappeared. The flame immediately rekindled like it was never lost.

Something Gained: Jamie Bicks went through hell. It always had to do with the guys in her life. It began in kindergarten, it followed her home, throughout high school, and continued into college. She dealt with the pain and suffering in her way. The only way she knew how. By the time she made it to college she distanced herself from men. When she left her guard down it was like the anguish never ended. She was saved by someone that she never expected to see. The one person her turmoils began with all those years ago in kindergarten.

Chapter 1: An Inconvenience Flame

I laid in a deep sleep when I heard an annoying buzzing sound. I patted around my nightstand and punched the top of the alarm clock. I lazily pulled myself from bed and stumbled through the rubble of what used to be the floor. I trashed my closet trying to find something to wear on the day at a new school.

I gazed into my body sized mirror and realized that my clothing looked worn to practically nothing. My jeans had tears in them and my shirt had lost all color. My appearance being average, my blue eyes stood out from my dark brown messy rats nest atop my head, I was an intimidating six foot and muscular. I slapped a dollop of gel in my hair, put on my black boots, and leather jacket.

Standing on the front porch, I peered up and down the street at the beautifully landscaped yards and mansion styled homes. As I walked to my motorcycle, I took notice of the expensive cars nestled in the driveways of the houses. A BMW here, a Lexus there, they kept going to no end.

I shook my head in disgust. It amazed me at what people spent to show off their money. I had cars but my cars meant more than money to me. I liked to race. I didn't have them to rub money into peoples faces. I started my glistening red chopper with ghost flames and revved it as loud as possible. I wanted the neighbors to feel the crackling thunder of the engine. In hopes that they would be awakened by the deafening sound. I didn't like them and I didn't even know them.

I roared through the tree-lined community and to the Gothic looking schoolhouse that my dad paid way to much for me to attend. I found the only spot available and parked my ride. I removed myself from the bike. There were boys glaring at me with a hint of jealousy. The girls were staring with a look of admiration.

To my amazement, I became popular at first sight. I couldn't figure out why. Was it my bad boy persona? Was I too good looking? Or, maybe I just intimidated them. Either way, I couldn't care less if this crowd liked me or not.  I wasn't there to make friends. As a matter of fact, I didn't want to be there at all.

Upon entering the building a certain lovely silhouette caught my eye. I was snapped from my tunnel vision by another young lady. She was chirpy and wearing a cheer outfit. Her blonde silky strands flung side to side as she walked toward me. She was tall around five foot eight inches.

Her green eyes pierced mine. Hi, my name's Allison Mills. What's yours? She spoke in way to much enthusiasm. I looked at her with a blank expression. She continued to talk as though I cared. I've never seen you here. Are you new? Cat got your tongue or something?

I didn't care that she was trying to make conversation. I kept staring over her shoulder at the lonely soul standing at her locker. I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to meet her. I needed to know who she was.

That would be or something. If you could remove yourself from my path, I need to go to the office to register and grab my schedule. I said nonchalantly.

Well, aren't we being rude? She scowled at me.

Not, rude, not interested. I hope I do not see you again. I hissed while walking around her.

I wondered the never-ending corridors thinking about the mystery girl. She was gorgeous. She was nearly five foot five inches and had the most amazing brown eyes. I thought about running my finger through her long burgundy locks. Her image was burned into my head. I finished my paperwork and was handed my schedule.

The whole way to my first class I thought about knowing who that girl was. I never had these feelings before. I had no idea why I was drawn to her. I came upon my Chemistry

class. I stepped in and found my desk. Allison was sitting directly behind me.

She tapped me on the shoulder and questioned, are you going to tell me who you are? Or, am I going to have to guess?

Who is the girl with the long burgundy hair? I asked dodging her question.

That's Carrie Johnston. Trust me, when I say you don't want to bother her. She's a total loser. She stated out of sarcasm and put the L sign in front of her forehead.

Loser, huh. What makes her a loser? I whispered with attitude.

She flung her hair and muttered, she only has two friends. No one talks to her. She's broke and she can't even afford amiable clothes. If you converse with her you'll commit social suicide.

Really! Great! Thanks for telling me that.

You're welcome. You still didn't tell me who you are.

I wasn't being pleasant when I thanked you. And, I'm not going to tell who I am. Find out on your own.

Mr. Jones, would you like to share your conversation with the class? I heard Mrs. Commet yell.

I stood up looked at the others at their desks and said, yes, mam. Allison here was just telling me how much of loser Carrie Johnston is. Would you like to share with the class, Allison?

She turned an unusual shade of red and said, I'm not saying anything.

Oh, I thought you might considering you haven't shut your mouth since I sat down, I said loudly.

She jumped out of her seat and screamed, you're an idiot. Shut up and sit down.

That's enough. Mr. Jones and Miss Mills make your way to the office right now. We do not tolerate this kind of behavior here. Mrs. Commet said.

"That's funny, listening to Allison makes me beg to

differ, I said storming out of the class, it isn't my choice to be here anyway."

Allison followed behind me. During the long walk, she never shut up. I ignored her until she said, I don't know what your problem is. I was trying to be nice.

I stopped dead in my tracks and said, don't you ever shut up?

I will once you tell me what your problem is with me. She yelled.

My problem is you think that you are so much better than anybody else because you're rich. Do you have any idea how you make people feel treating them like you do? I assume that you don't, I got in her face and continued, I can't stand a bully and I can't stand people like you.

I swung my body around and continued walking leaving her stand there speechless. I opened the office door and the secretary asked, how can I help you?

Andreas Jones, mam. Mrs. Commet sent me here for causing a ruckus in her class, I said with a smile.

Take a seat, Mr. Jones. I'll let Mr. Russell know . She said politely.

Allison appeared right after me. She sat next to me and I maneuvered my body slightly to the left so she wasn't touching me. She scowled at me and folded her arms in front of her. I was laughing on the inside. It was funny that I put her in her place in front of the whole class.

Thank you, Andreas. I've never been in trouble before. One day around you and here I am. She said angrily.

I guess there's a first time for everything. A first for you to get in trouble and a first for you to be downgraded a bit. I said.

Who are you? Why are you so rude?

As I went to answer her, Principal Russell came from his office. You two follow me, he said.

I took a seat across from him, Allison following. We

sat there quietly while he looked through our records. I didn't care what was going to happen. I only cared about meeting Carrie and how much I despised Allison on my first day here.

Mr. Russell looked at Allison's file and looked at her. Allison Mills, you have never been in this office before. What's different about today? He said.

It was him, sir. He irritated me in class. She replied.

Why because I made you look like an unkind, uncaring person in front of the whole class? I scorned her.

Mr. Jones, Andreas. Please be quiet. I'll hear your side when Allison is done talking, Mr. Russell said.

Whatever, I answered rudely.

Continue, Allison.

He asked me about Carrie Johnston and I told him. He proceeded to put me on the spot in front of everyone. She said to him.

Alright, your turn, Andreas.

She told me about Carrie alright. She said that she was a loser and unpopular because she wasn't rich. I don't like people like her. I said, combatant.

Is this true, Allison? He asked.

It's only the truth. She answered without remorse.

One week's detention for you, he said sternly.

But, Mr. Russell.

Go to class now or you'll get another week, Allison. She stormed from the office and slammed the door. Andreas, since this is your first day here, I'm going to give you a warning. We do not tolerate outburst like this. If I see you again you'll get the same punishment as her. You may go.

I stood up and left the office without a word. By this time bell tolled. When lunch came everyone was trying to get me to sit with them. I scanned the room for my mystery girl. She was at a table with two other kids. Pushing through the juveniles

that surrounded me, I sat beside her. She glared at me in a shy close to anxious look.

I took in her beauty and the sweet smell of vanilla spice. Hi, Andreas Jones. What's your name? I stated sweetly.

She stuttered the word, Carrie Johnston. Why are you sitting here? Why are you talking to me?

Why not? I asked with a killer smile.

No one talks to me. Especially, hot guys like yourself. I can only guess that you're new here.

Yes, I am, I winked at her, who says that I can't talk to you? You think I'm good looking?

Her face turned as red as the apple on her dainty tray. This is James and Alyssa. They are the only friends that I have here, She uttered.

I hope to change that. Hey, what's up, peeps? Charmed to meet you two.

The bell rang. Carrie jumped from her seat and said, gotta go. Catch you around sometime.

I grabbed her by the arm gently and said, Wait! Will I get to talk to you again?

She looked at me and continued to walk away.

Allison came up to me and lectured, what are you doing? You can not talk to her. It will kill your reputation.

I looked at her and furrowed my brows, I thought that you got the hint. I do not care about my reputation. I couldn't care less about any of you in this building except for Carrie. I replied with anger.

She flung her hair nearly hitting me in the face, you'll be sorry. Don't say that I didn't warn you, she spun and stormed away.

Have fun in detention, I yelled sarcastically.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. All the while, I could only think of Carrie. I walked outside the other kids were already gone. I saw Carrie sitting on a wall alone.

What or who are you waiting for? I spoke with calmness.

My, dad. He was supposed to be here, she said through sadness, he's always running late.

Come on. I'll give you a ride, I gripped her hand and pulled her to her feet, have you ever been on a motorcycle?

No, I haven't. It is safe, right? She asked skittishly.

It's the safest thing you'll ever have between your legs, I said jokingly.

Excuse me? She asked. 

Nothing, just joking. I won't let anything happen to you, I said leaning closer to her face. Here put this on. I handed her the helmet.

She fumbled trying to tighten it. I helped her with it and jumped on the bike. I kicked the kickstand up and said loudly over the rumble of the engine, get on. Put those little pegs down and rest your feet on them. Wrap your arms around me. Don't be afraid to tighten your grip if you get scared. I won't bite, I promise.

She smiled at me and said, thank you. Why are you being so friendly? No one respects me like this.

Because you're beautiful. I'm also betting you're an awesome person, I rebutted lifting my brow. Now hold on tight.

I revved the chopper loudly. The other kids looked at us. I smiled and tore off. I felt Carrie's grip tighten around my waist. It felt like electricity shot through my body at the simple squeeze of her arms. I don't know what it was about her but I knew that I needed to get to know her.

I was lost in thought the whole way to her house. I couldn't get the thought of being with her out of my mind. It raced through my body with images of her running through my head. I've never felt like this before. I didn't know how to react to these feelings.

I was always considered a bad boy. I played with girls

hearts and minds. I didn't care how I made them feel when I broke them. But Carrie was different. I knew this at first sight of her.

It felt like my soul belonged to her. My chest fluttered and my body shook the couple of times that I noticed her. I couldn't control the craving that built up in my body for her.

I longed for the minute I was able to run my fingers through her silky locks and kiss those succulent lips that laid upon her face. My insides required her body to be pressed against mine. My body would welcome the emotion without hesitation.

I knew she had no idea what was running through my brain. I could tell that she was a decent, good girl. Was I the one that would corrupt her or would she find that void inside of me that caused me to act out?

While I was lost in my own thought, I nearly passed her house. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I noticed in the mirror that she was pointing to this tiny house. It was tattered and beat up. The shutters were falling off and the steps had become a hazard to anyone using them. I pulled over, she climbed from the bike removed her helmet, and hung her head in shame.

I put my finger under her chin and lightly lifted her head so her eyes met mine. Carrie, there is no reason to be ashamed of who you are. You can open up to me. I'll listen, I said softly.

A tear slid down her cheek. She said, I'll see you tomorrow, Andreas Jones. Thank you for bringing me home and being so kind to me. Alyssa and James are the only friends I have. So really, thank you so much.

I hope I changed that today. You're Welcome, I said staring deeply into her eyes.

My head moved uncontrollably to her mouth. My lips almost touched hers. The flutters were back and the electrical made my body tingle.

She spun around and took off running, yelling, see you tomorrow.

I slowly lifted the kickstand and took off down the road. My driveway was perfect, my house was immaculate. It had sliding glass doors with flower boxes on the outside of each window. Its brick exterior was a sandy color that made the perfectly landscaped yard pop.

I made my way inside and looked around. I took in the amazing interior. A mix of marble, stainless steel, and wood jumped out at me. The foyer led to a rot ironed lined staircase. I looked at the doors on the second floor that led to each of the nine bedrooms.

I turned myself to the back door that opened to an indoor, in-ground pool area. It was surrounded by greenhouse glass and lined with a cement patio. I plopped myself on one of the cushy gliders and thought about Carrie.

I thought about how it felt to live in a house like hers. I never knew poverty. My father was always rich as far back as I can remember. I wondered about how she felt on a daily basis when the other kids picked on her for being poor.

I took a deep breath and ran back to my bike. I found myself back at Carrie's sitting outside. The engine was loud enough for her to hear me. I caught a glimpse of her looking out of her bedroom window. She held her pointer finger up to gesture one minute.

She