Fictional Romance Chapter 2 Part 3


I’m not sure just how long I was asleep in my bed, when I heard the sound of Monica and Jet coming in through the front door, when a bright light from the living room lamp flickered on and seeped, through my cracked bedroom door. I could see what appeared to be a suitcase in Jet’s hands. I briefly sighed, rolled over and tried to get back to sleep when a strange feeling of jealously hit me.

He looked good, even better than I had remembered as the t shirt he wore, fit him nicely. Whatever he had in that suitcase must be heavy has it had a way of bulging out his tanned muscles. I can taste him again, and feel the strength in his fingertips has he pulled my hair back that night. The way his lips were soft yet firm on my mouth I begin to yearn for as I lay there remeniscing.

If only I would have stayed that night around the camp fire, perhaps things might be different. Maybe I would be the one, laughing and giggling and cuddling up to him every night. What is wrong with me? Why do I insist on being so distant from everyone? Haven’t I learned anything from the old people I take care of? Life is short and I know it. Perhaps I need to let go of the idea that every one will eventually leave me.

As I get up and pull on my jeans to go to the bathroom, I attempt to forgive myself. If only dad was here, and my brother Joe. Funny how even mom crosses my mind. I was her only girl and instead of letting her dress me up in dresses, I hated her for it.

As I head on into the bathroom in the hallway, Monica quickly grabs my attention.

“Hey Savanah?” “Do you think you could help us out tomorrow and use your truck to get the rest of Jet’s stuff?” Monica asked with a smile.

Before I can answer, Jets steps into the conversation.

“My brother is coming in from California tomorrow to help, but he won’t have a truck or anything, our grandparents usually pick him up from the airport in Wentsworth.”

I give Jet a quick nod yes, and go about into the bathroom. Zipping up my pants I open the door, and continue with, “You two can borrow my truck, but I have to work tomorrow, so it will be afterwards.”

“Thanks Savanah, your a life saver, “ Monica replies.

I close my bedroom door, with a smile, barely looking at the two of them snuggled up on the couch. Filled with so many mixed emotions, I try to shake it off. Once again, Monica never looked so happy has she does tonight. I should be grateful I guess.

Grasping onto my pillow, I give it one quick squeeze, as a small tear starts to find its way down my cheek. It could have been me. I could have been happy in love. Instead I’m laying here in my bed alone, again.

I look over at the time, and its only 10:30 pm. Geeze. This is a long night already. I better get some sleep. I hear the sound of faint giggles, and close my eyes.

Morning comes sooner than expected. With my alarm blazing, I reach over and hit the button. I do not want to get up and I find myself forcefully moving my legs out from underneath the covers. Their is a sense of chill in the air. I guess fall is really here.

I notice the house is empty as Monica works the early shift at the diner. As for Jet, I do not know what it is he does. I never asked, and quite frankly its none of my business. As long as he pays his share of the bills thats what will matter. Perhaps my rent will go down, and I can finally afford some time off and go visit my brothers that I have been missing.

I make my usual oatmeal with raisins and put a lot of cinnamon in it. For some reason the smell of it, isn’t quite as appeasing as it is usually. I eat it anyway as my stomach begins to growl and beg for some.

I grab a jacket and the truck keys and my phone begins to ring. I notice its the nursing home.

“Hello?”

“Savanah? This is Marjorie from work, do you think you could work a double shift today, Tonya has already called in, I guess she has the Corona virus, so we need you?”

“What, how did she get that? We haven’t seen much of it here.”

Before I can continue, Marjorie buts into my thoughts and conversation.

“I know dear, but she’s thinking she got it while she was visiting her family last week.”

“Oh okay, well sure, no problem.” I replied. I hang up the phone, and take a drag off my cigarette, as I’m waiting for truck to warm. I quickly realize now, that I will be unable to help Monica and Jet move has I had promised last night. I guess I will stop off at the diner before work and let Monica know.

As I pull into the drive at the diner I notice Jet sipping some coffee through one of the windows. So this is where he is. As I head on into the diner I notice Monica is busy with some costomers.

“Jet?” I quietly say with a brief smile.

“Why goodmorning Savanah, its a pleasure seeing you here this morning.” Jet returns the smile.

“I was just letting you two know, that I have to stay after work today and work a double shift so I wont be able to help with the move.” As I pull back on my hair, “I do have a spare key to my truck, and I can just leave it with you so you two can still use it, just be sure and bring the truck back so I can get back home. Is that okay?” as I try to hide my hands from fidgetting.

“Yes, Savanah, that will be great, thank you. “ Jet replies while he takes another sip from his coffee.

I lay the key on the table and take a quick turn out of the diner. I can see from the distance the obvious confusion on Monica’s face, but I hurridly have to go in order to not be late for work.

You see, that wasn’t so bad, I tell myself. Everything is going to be just fine. “Just fine.” I mutter to myself, as I drive away.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

I hope you all are enjoying this series. All donations will be greatly appreciated to turn this fictional romance story into an e-book. Anyone who wishes to contribute will get this e-book free! Thank you in advance!

E Book Funding

Thank you for your encouragement and support!

$5.00

Fictional Romance Chapter 2 Part 2


As I climb into my truck a sense of uneasiness crosses my mind. If Monica is in fact pregnant with Jets’ child, then I must never say anything to her about what happened between Jet and I a few weeks ago. I wouldn’t want to hurt her for she has done so much for me. I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part that this perhaps was just another fling for Monica.

As I pull out of the parking lot of the nursing home, I begin to realize just how much I miss Monica and I’s companionship, with Jet around I have been avoiding her. I can not keep away from her forever so I guess somehow I need to come to terms with what is really going on. I just need to forget what happened with Jet and I, and let it go.

I can’t help but feel some sort of sadness as I begin to reflect on that night though. The way he touched me, the way we seemed to connect, and the way I really wanted him again, even afterwards. I guess some things are just never meant to be, and some people are only left with a small taste of what could be, while others are getting the real deal.

As I start to head home, I decide to make a quick stop at the diner for dinner. As I pull up a seat in the corner booth, the dishwasher, Alex comes over to greet me.

“Well hello Savanah, long time no see, how are you doing?”

“Fine, I guess, “ I reply with a simple smile looking over the menu. For some reason I am hesitant at giving any eye contact.

“Well, I just wanted you to know, that we miss having you here. Aren’t you tired of that nursing home yet? I mean really, you can’t be making any money there.” Alex states firmly with his coal black hair and sheepish smile.

“I’ts not all about money, Alex. It’s about the people. Besides, I just love hearing old stories about the past.” I reply in return.

“Well okay then, suit yourself!” Alex quickly turns back and disappears into the kitchen.

“I’ll have a Coke, and a hamburger please, no onions.” pretending to read off from the menu, as I hand it back to Sylvia the waitress.

“Sounds good, I will get right on that!” Sylvia replies. Sylvia is my replacement. A tall pale girl, with red colored hair, and glasses.

Dinner was quite a treat from the usual. And I head back in my truck towards home. Evening is setting in and a few glimpses of the sun setting flickers in and out amongst the trees. The ride feels peaceful as the wind gently catches my hair and flicks pieces of it out of the rolled down window.

The closer I get to home, I begin to notice Monica’s car coming towards me. As we pull up next to each other, Monica rolls down her window.

“Hey Savanah, I’m on my way to go pick up Jet, and I guess he has to leave his place because its getting rented out. Would it be a problem with you if he moves in with us?” Monica ask with a full blown smile.

I can tell immediately, that Monica is delighted. Her deep brown eyes are giving it away.

“I guess, if its all right with you. He’s practicly there all the time anyway.” as I try to force a smile, I see Monica’s eyes light up even more. She extends the palm of her hand up to her lips and proceeds to blow me a kiss. One quick nod of my head, and I head back towards home.

“Great.” I mutter underneath my breath. I guess times are changing, and things are going to get real now. Maybe perhaps it wont be too bad having a man around to do the handy work, and cut the wood for winter. If winter goes anything like it did last year with all the heavy snow he can also shovel the driveway.

As I make a list of reasons in my head on why having Jet around might actually be a good thing, I pause for a moment and wonder just how long before Monica knows for certain if she is or is not pregnant. Oh well, I guess time will tell.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

All donations will be greatly appreciated to turn this fictional romance story into an e-book. Anyone who wishes to contribute will get this e-book free! Thank you in advance!

E-book funding

publication cost to produce e-book

$5.00

Fictional Romance Chapter 2 Part 1


It’s early Monday morning and two weeks has past since that dreadful night I spent in his arms. I have somehow managed to avoid Monica and Jet has the two of them have been hanging out relentlessly. A brief phone call from my favorite brother Joe has been warming as usual as he has a tendency to routinely check in on me from time to time.

I no longer work at the diner at the edge of town with Monica. My job now days is at the small nursing home facility where I get to listen to the elderly tell their stories. I find it quite appeasing, but sometimes my heart gets softened when I am holding a hand as they take their last breaths.

You would think that more people would want to spend some time with their parents or grandparents as they lay in bed and count the days until tomorrow never comes. I guess perhaps now days everyone is too busy with their own lives to care about those that no longer serve their purpose. It is a sad place to be in my retrospect to live your whole life only to end it in solitude.

As I check in to my usual nurses station, a strange sense of queeziness to my stomach quickly overwhelmes me. I grab my list of my daily to do’s and head off towards the bathroom. By the time I reach the toilet the sickness fades away. I throw some water on my face, and tend about my day.

Verna is in her usual place in the dining room sitting in her wheelchair, Facing the morning light coming through the only window in the room, she looks at me and smiles.

“How are you today, Savanah?” she asked

“I’m doing okay, how about you, Verna? Anything new?” I say with a returning smile.

“No, just the usual. But I think maybe the winter this year will be coming soon.”

“Oh yeah, why is that Verna?” I asked,

“Because I have been watching the squirrels and they seem awefully busy already. You know you can tell an aweful lot about how bad winter will be if you just watch the animals.”

“Why yes, I have heard about that too, Perhaps later today, I will be able to take you outside, if you feel up to it.”

Verna smiles back in return, and I can sense her joy. Funny how the smallest of things that we often take for granted have a way of bringing delight to those that are unable to do for themselves.

The day quickly goes by and before I know it, its time for me to be heading home. I am caught off guard at the sight of Monica waiting for me in the parking lot.

“Savanah?” Monica says as she is waiting for me by my truck.

“Yes, what is it, is everything alright?” I reply with concern.

“No, Savanah, its not. I’m worried.” Monica says with her voice shaking.

“Why, what’s wrong, Monica?”

“I think I might be pregnant.”

Now standing next to Monica, the sound of my keys hitting the pavement, quickly diverts my attention.

“I am not for sure yet, but I really do think I am!” Monica says while touching herself in her stomach.

“I haven’t felt that great for weeks now, and I really didn’t think anything about it until today, when I noticed I hadn’t had that time of the month.” Monica continues.

“Maybe your just late is all. You know it can happen, its happened to me a time or two. I wouldn’t worry too much about Monica, everything will be alright.”

“No, Savanah. This is different. I’m pretty sure I am.”

“Well, if you are, what are you going to do?” I ask, as I bent down, and picked up my keys.

“I’m not sure, but I know, I don’t want to say anything to Jet or my family, until I find out one way or the other.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t either.” I replied with a hesitant voice.

“Lets just keep it between us, Savanah. Is that okay? I didn’t want to say anything to you, but I needed to get it off my chest. It’s been really bothering me, just thinking about it.”

I told Monica okay, and that I wouldn’t say anything. One quick hug, and she disappeared toward her car. Suddenly I felt what seemed like a good day, grow dim. I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but more regret.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

All donations will be greatly appreciated to turn this fictional romance story into an e-book. Anyone who wishes to contribute will get this e-book free! Thank you in advance!

E-book funding and support

Publication cost to produce e-book

$5.00

Fictional Romance Chapter 1 (Parts 1-4 )


Authors Note: This reading is a combined reading of my fictional romance series Parts 1-4. For those of you who have enjoyed the series I thought it might be easier if I combined all 4 parts into the first chapter of this novel. What is here, is simply, what you have all ready read. Please feel free to read again, and my hopes is that you will continue reading more that is to come. Thank you.

Chapter 1

If you don’t care to love me, then why am I here? These are the deep seated thoughts that entangle my insides, as he reaches out to grab onto me, hence more. With smoke billowing out towards the moonlight, I purse my lips and take a hold onto the last cigarette butt within my reach. He wants me I know this, but I could care less at this moment for him. Why must I give into his forceful nature, and be who he wants me to be? His boyish good looks, have found my insides, and they are aching for his touch, but instead I deprive myself, I ignore the obvious, stand up, and walk away into the darkness leaving him behind.

The drive home was a long one, only the sounds of hearts breaking playing on the radio. The moon was bright tonight, and it was comforting to know that it was there, for it helped lead the way as the smell of him on my neck lingered in the midnight cool air. It is late September now, and the seasons are beginning to change, the leaves are beginning to transform themselves into a picture perfect facade of oranges and yellows.

I am quickly pulled away from the moments inside my head, as a small female deer lifts her white tail as a warning to the others that danger is near. Not just one deer, but three now are on the edge of the road, glaring into my headlights as I approach with caution. Then as soon as they appeared, they are no more, as they disappear into the thickness of the tall grasses on the side of the road. I sigh in relief, take another drag off my cigarette, and begin the drive home once again.

My phone is silent, and shaking my head, I realize that what we shared was nothing. Perhaps that will be the last of him, and as part of me sighs in relief another part of me feels the shame setting in. Why must I always feel so damn guilty for taking care of my needs? Men do the act all the time and I’ve never seen them hang their head low afterwards so why must I be any different?

I reach the house, and it seems eerie now with the lights out. The gravel on the driveway is the only sound underneath my feet. I manage to peel the flannel shirt that is dangling off my shoulders and let it hit the floor beside my bed. The bed is comforting, yet bigger now, as I lay their alone. Tears well up inside my usual dry eyes, and trickle like a slow river down my cheek. I am all I need, or so it is that I tell myself, as I quietly drift off to sleep.

I am awakened by the sound of small giggles and the stumbling around in the living room. “Ah geeze, it must be Monica, my roommate bringing home yet another hot date of hers!” Sigh. I guess some people are just lucky or stupid. I hear her bedroom door shut, and more sounds of laughter, that quickly fade into the sounds of obvious love making. I do not want to hear this right now, so I cover my ears and try to fall asleep.

The suns light shining through my windows and the sounds of birds chirping awaken me. I look over and its half past eleven. I do not want to move, for the bed has found some sort of comfort to my withering soul but my stomach is yearning for some food. Ugh! Flipping the covers off of me, I wrestle my feet to the floor. If I must, I guess breakfast will be on the making.

The smell of crisp brown bacon now lingers in the air. Bacon has become one of my favorites for a while now. Sucking down the last of the orange juice I am startled by the sound of Monica’s bedroom door opening, and in appears no other than the guy with the boyish face. What the hell? Was I not enough?

One look at me and his boyish face quickly fades away, following him is Monica with her dark coal black hair all a mess. His t-shirt adorns her physically fit vibrant body. I am so taken back by all this that I stand up and push my chair in forcefully. One quick hush with his finger placed over his lips and I walk back into my bedroom. I can not believe this. No wonder why he didn’t call.

I hear the sound of his voice and more annoying laughter coming from the kitchen. As I stand their peeking through my half cracked door, I see the both of them with Monica sitting on his lap on the kitchen chair. I can not believe what is happening right now. I never saw Monica at the party out in the woods where him and I found ourselves earlier in the night.

I slam my shaky body back onto my bed disgusted with the whole situation. Shall I just wait here until he leaves? Should I dare tell Monica what we did? No, I must not! Let her find out the hard way just how he is! Typical, just typical, men!

I must have fallen back to sleep, when I heard the sound of a car driving away which awoke me. Peeking through my curtains I see the both of them together driving down our long driveway and disappearing past the tall surrounding trees. I sit at the edge of my bed, alone.

I grab some clean fresh clothes and head into the shower. Grabbing the soap I wash the scent of him away! Scrubbing forcefully with tears streaming down my face, I grab onto the shower walls and embrace them. Oh what I wouldn’t give to erase the night! Oh what I wouldn’t give to erase me! Such a hollow feeling of who I am only brings on more hatred for what I have become.

Another secret left to hold inside my mind. Another friend that I must not betray! Perhaps for her too it is just another fling! Perhaps we both will never see him again after this day! My thoughts continue to race, there is no stopping them.

Evening sets in as I flip the channels on the tv remote. I can not recall watching a single thing. I began to laugh at myself for taking this situation too seriously. It is nothing, perhaps this happens all the time! My laughter quickly ends as I hear the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. One look out through the window and I see the both of them again in Monica’s car.

I fade away into my bedroom once more, closing the door behind me.

I am no longer interested in peeking through my door to watch Monica and her new found flame. I do not care, and why should I! Look at me like a small child hiding away in my bedroom! Ugh! My thoughts are screaming at me from the inside.

Monica and I have been friends for a while now. We were co workers at a small restaurant here at the edge of town. I did not seem to care for her at first, as I always tended to keep myself at a distance from anyone, male or female. I do not know why I am like I am, its just a preference I am guessing.

I grew up here with three brothers, all much older, and since I was the youngest child and a long awaited girl, I was spoiled you might say. I always disliked my mother as she had a way of trying to push the girly girl style on me, with dresses and bows and out of rebellion of course, I preferred to wear my brothers old hand me down clothes, hence the over sized flannel shirts which adorn most of my wardrobe. I was pretty much a tomboy growing up, and perhaps still one to this day. As a child you could always find me among the trees in my tree house or out in the cornfields with a gun in my hand hiding, awaiting my next big hunt a long side my brothers. Our house was filled with deer head trophies, and right in the center was my first hunt trophy which was the biggest out of them all.

My father was okay with me being a tomboy but he always seem to take up with my mother when it came to doing things around the house. I absolutely hated the idea of spending my days inside while everyone else enjoyed the beauty of nature on the outside. My father did recognize this in me, so after a while of my mothers pushing he would always come rescue me from her hold and give me some kind of outside chore to do.

I miss those days when we were all together. It has been years now since since both mom and dad were killed in a roll over accident after a failed attempt to dodge some deer up in the mountains. That was perhaps one of the most tragic years of mine and my brothers lives. Being almost eighteen when it happened and all my brothers out on their own by then, I was left to fend for myself, hence the waitress job at the small restaurant where Monica and I first met.

I managed to stay at my parents home at least long enough to finish my high school education before the county came in and took the estate away from us, to pay for my parents wreckage. That too was a sad day for me and my brothers as we had no means of knowing what to do about the whole situation. After Monica saw me sleeping in my old pick up truck, she must have felt some kind of need to help me out, and offered me room and board at her recently rented home out in the country.

Now days when things get tough instead of finding me out in my old tree house you can find me sitting on an over sized weathered rock that overlooks the small town in which we live in. I find some peace and quiet here and perhaps some sort of comforting solitude as I forget my troubles and admire the beauty of sunsets.

I miss my brothers but I understand that being here in this town only brings back painful memories of the tragedy of our parents. I only stay here, because I can’t seem to escape the beauty. I only stay here because its all I have ever known.

As I sat there reminiscing about my past and the tragedies that I have endured, I was brought back to the here and now by the sound of Monica’s voice calling for me from our living room.

“Savanah,” with the nuiscance sound of a giggle.

“Yes?”, I reluctantly replied.

“Will you come out here for a second, there is someone I would like you to meet.”

With my insides churning, I hesitantly put down my old rugged guitar nervously held in my grasp. I open my bedroom door and appear next to Monica.

“Hello,” I muster up shyly.

“Why hello, you must be Savanah. I have heard so much about you.” the guy with the boyish face said with a smile, reaching out his hand toward me.

“Why yes” I replied simply. My hands are starting to tremble. Sending out a return handshake was all I could do.

By now Monica is stroking his wavy brown hair and standing close to him and all the while with her hand placed upon his muscular back.

“My name is Jet” he says.

“Nice to meet you,” I reply.

I withdraw my hand from the strength of his hand, and stand their numbly.

In a quick moment of silence, I excuse myself and head back towards our kitchen. I begin to fumble around for a glass and pour myself some water from the kitchen sink. Sipping it silently, Monica begins in a loud voice,

“Jet and I met a few weeks ago and I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you two sooner! He just moved here from California.”

Raising my eyebrows and holding onto what little emotion I had left, I managed to squeeze out,

“That’s nice!,” as I head toward my bedroom, and shut the door behind me.

Frustrated and now confused, I am overwhelmed with a sense of madness. “A few weeks?, “ I mutter underneath my breath.

I put my headphones on and tune into what’s playing on my favorite Pandora station, Queen! The song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust.’ Ha! Ha! Coincidence, perhaps, I do not care at this point. Shedding my clothes and crawling into my bed, I flip my hair back, and begin to squeeze my pillow. A tear manages to trickle down my face. I close my eyes, and has the sound of soft giggles fill the room, my mind drifts off to another place in time.

Sitting by the fire light wrapped in his arms, now seems annoying. How could I have been convinced to share myself with a guy like that? I never saw Monica in the crowd. Quite honestly, I didn’t really see anyone but us. The way he spoke to me and caressed my hair, pulling it away from my green eyes. I never had anyone touch me like he did. I never really had anyone to even speak of since my last fling, over a year ago.

Most girls want to find someone to hang onto. I never did. I guess hearing my brothers joke and laugh about the women that they had, made me realize that boys are just that, boys. I never really experienced much love between my parents either. My mother always seemed so damn cold, even when my dad would come home from long hunting trips. I had nothing to compare love to only heartbreak songs that would play out on my old truck radio. I could never really find a good signal to play my phone anywhere out on the road. This small town is surrounded by cornfields and hills leading towards a large group of trees that fill the outskirts of the countryside surrounded by the mountains. Plenty of good hunting grounds if you ask me.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

If you would like to support my fictional romance and the process of turning it into an e-book please click on the this link: https://hardtobemeinoklahoma.com/fictional-romance-support-page/

Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 4


As I sat there reminiscing about my past and the tragedies that I have endured, I was brought back to the here and now by the sound of Monica’s voice calling for me from our living room.

“Savanah,” with the nuiscance sound of a giggle.

“Yes?”, I reluctantly replied.

“Will you come out here for a second, there is someone I would like you to meet.”

With my insides churning, I hesitantly put down my old rugged guitar nervously held in my grasp. I open my bedroom door and appear next to Monica.

“Hello,” I muster up shyly.

“Why hello, you must be Savanah. I have heard so much about you.” the guy with the boyish face said with a smile, reaching out his hand toward me.

“Why yes” I replied simply. My hands are starting to tremble. Sending out a return handshake was all I could do.

By now Monica is stroking his wavy brown hair and standing close to him and all the while with her hand placed upon his muscular back.

“My name is Jet” he says.

“Nice to meet you,” I reply.

I withdraw my hand from the strength of his hand, and stand their numbly.

In a quick moment of silence, I excuse myself and head back towards our kitchen. I begin to fumble around for a glass and pour myself some water from the kitchen sink. Sipping it silently, Monica begins in a loud voice,

“Jet and I met a few weeks ago and I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you two sooner! He just moved here from California.”

Raising my eyebrows and holding onto what little emotion I had left, I managed to squeeze out,

“That’s nice!,” as I head toward my bedroom, and shut the door behind me.

Frustrated and now confused, I am overwhelmed with a sense of madness. “A few weeks?, “ I mutter underneath my breath.

I put my headphones on and tune into whats playing on my favorite Pandora station, Queen! The song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust.’ Ha! Ha! Coincidence, perhaps, I do not care at this point. Shedding my clothes and crawling into my bed, I flip my hair back, and begin to squeeze my pillow. A tear manages to trickle down my face. I close my eyes, and has the sound of soft giggles fill the room once more, my mind drifts off to another place in time.

Sitting by the fire light wrapped in his arms, now seems annoying. How could I have been convinced to share myself with a guy like that? I never saw Monica in the crowd. Quite honestly, I didn’t really see anyone but us. The way he spoke to me and caressed my hair, pulling it away from my green eyes. I never had anyone touch me like he did. I never really had anyone to even speak of since my last fling, over a year ago.

Most girls want to find someone to hang onto. I never did. I guess hearing my brothers joke and laugh about the women that they had, made me realize that boys are just that, boys. I never really experienced much love between my parents either. My mother always seemed so damn cold, even when my dad would come home from long hunting trips. I had nothing to compare love to only heartbreak songs that would play out on my old truck radio. I could never really find a good signal to play my phone anywhere out on the road. This small town is surrounded by cornfields and hills leading towards a large group of trees that fill the outskirts of the countryside. Plenty of good hunting grounds if you ask me.

Fictional Romance

If you would like to support my fictional romance section and the process of turning it into an e-book please click on the following link: https://hardtobemeinoklahoma.com/fictional-romance-support-page/

Bridgette~

For My Fictional Romance Readers


I have written 3 parts to my fictional romance series and I am calling on YOU! I do not know if I have very many fans yet to speak of, only one that has stated their interest so I am asking for your input.

Is the series worth the read?

Is is intriguing and keeping you entertained?

Do you care for the characters?

Are you curious about what will happen next?

I could come up with so many questions here, because, well, I enjoy asking questions in general. Honestly, my own input is this- I enjoy writing it. Writing this series is much easier than I anticipated. I have read the first 2 parts to my husband and he thinks Monica is amazing. LOL.

I do have more to write and share. The main character does have a name I just haven’t shared it with you yet. LOL.

Any thoughts? All comments good and bad are welcomed, it is important for growth.

One more very important thing is this.

PLEASE SHARE! Please share my story somehow somewhere for others to comment on! I am rather new here to blogging so I am currently in the process of building my fan base.

I appreciate everyone of you bloggers and those that read and comment. I do enjoy your comments and it helps me to know who you are as a person and it sheds some light to your personality. We all need each other here, and without each other we would just be writing to the air.

Thank you for your time~

Fictional Romance

If you would like to support my fictional romance section and the process of turning it into an e-book please click on the following link: https://hardtobemeinoklahoma.com/fictional-romance-support-page/

Bridgette~

Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 3


To read from the beginning please read:

Fictional Romance Part 1 Fictional Romance Part 2

I am no longer interested in peeking through my door to watch Monica and her new found flame. I do not care, and why should I! Look at me like a small child hiding away in my bedroom! Ugh! My thoughts are screaming at me from the inside.

Monica and I have been friends for a while now. We were co workers at a small restaurant here at the edge of town. I did not seem to care for her at first, as I always tended to keep myself at a distance from anyone, male or female. I do not know why I am like I am, its just a preference I am guessing.

I grew up here with three brothers, all much older, and since I was the youngest child and a long awaited girl, I was spoiled you might say. I always disliked my mother as she had a way of trying to push the girly girl style on me, with dresses and bows and out of rebellion of course, I preferred to wear my brothers old hand me down clothes, hence the over sized flannel shirts which adorn most of my wardrobe. I was pretty much a tomboy growing up, and perhaps still one to this day. As a child you could always find me amongst the trees in my tree house or out in the cornfields with a gun in my hand hiding, awaiting my next big hunt a long side my brothers. Our house was filled with deer head trophies, and right in the center was my first hunt trophy which was the biggest out of them all.

My father was okay with me being a tomboy but he always seem to take up with my mother when it came to doing things around the house. I absolutely hated the idea of spending my days inside while everyone else enjoyed the beauty of nature on the outside. My father did recognize this in me, so after a while of my mothers pushing he would always come rescue me from her hold and give me some kind of outside chore to do.

I miss those days when we were all together. It has been years now since since both mom and dad were killed in a roll over accident after a failed attempt to dodge some deer up in the mountains. That was perhaps one of the most tragic years of mine and my brothers lives. Being almost eighteen when it happened and all my brothers out on their own by then, I was left to fend for myself, hence the waitress job at the small restaurant where Monica and I first met.

I managed to stay at my parents home at least long enough to finish my high school education before the county came in and took the estate away from us, to pay for my parents wreckage. That too was a sad day for me and my brothers as we had no means of knowing what to do about the whole situation. After Monica saw me sleeping in my old pick up truck, she must have felt some kind of need to help me out, and offered me room and board at her recently rented home out in the country.

Now days when things get tuff instead of finding me out in my old tree house you can find me sitting on an oversized weathered rock that overlooks the small town in which we live in. I find some peace and quiet here and perhaps some sort of comforting solitude as I forget my troubles and admire the beauty of sunsets.

I miss my brothers but I understand that being here in this town only brings back painful memories of the tragedy of our parents. I only stay here, because I can’t seem to escape the beauty. I only stay here because its all I have ever known.

Fictional Romance

Bridgette~

If you would like to support my fictional romance section and the process of turning it into an e-book please click on the following link: https://hardtobemeinoklahoma.com/fictional-romance-support-page/

Thank you for reading my fictional romance. I hope you have enjoyed these.

Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 2


I am awakened by the sound of small giggles and the stumbling around in the living room. “Ah geeze, it must be Monica, my roommate bringing home yet another hot date of hers!” Sigh. I guess some people are just lucky or stupid. I hear her bedroom door shut, and more sounds of laughter, that quickly fade into the sounds of obvious love making. I do not want to hear this right now, so I cover my ears and try to fall asleep once more.

The suns light shining through my windows and the sounds of birds chirping awaken me. I look over and its half past eleven. I do not want to move, for the bed has found some sort of comfort to my withering soul but my stomach is yearning for some food. Ugh! Flipping the covers off of me, I wrestle my feet to the floor. If I must, I guess breakfast will be on the making.

The smell of crisp brown bacon now lingers in the air. Bacon has become one of my favorites for a while now. Sucking down the last of the orange juice I am startled by the sound of Monica’s bedroom door opening, and in appears no other than the guy with the boyish face. What the hell? Was I not enough?

One look at me and his boyish face quickly fades away, following him is Monica with her dark coal black hair all a mess. His t-shirt adorns her physically fit vibrant body. I am so taken back by all this that I stand up and push my chair in forcefully. One quick hush with his finger placed over his lips and I walk back into my bedroom. I can not believe this. No wonder why he didn’t call.

I hear the sound of his voice and more annoying laughter coming from the kitchen. As I stand their peeking through my half cracked door, I see the both of them with Monica sitting on his lap on the kitchen chair. I can not believe what is happening right now. I never saw Monica at the party out in the woods where him and I found ourselves earlier in the night.

I slam my shaky body back onto my bed disgusted with the whole situation. Shall I just wait here until he leaves? Should I dare tell Monica what we did? No, I must not! Let her find out the hard way just how he is! Typical, just typical, men!

I must have fallen back to sleep, when I heard the sound of a car driving away which awoke me. Peeking through my curtains I see the both of them together driving down our long driveway and disappearing past the tall surrounding trees. I sit at the edge of my bed, alone once more.

I grab some clean fresh clothes and head into the shower. Grabbing the soap I wash the scent of him away! Scrubbing forcefully with tears streaming down my face, I grab onto the shower walls and embrace them. Oh what I wouldn’t give to erase the night! Oh what I wouldn’t give to erase me! Such a hollow feeling of who I am only brings on more hatred for what I have become.

Another secret left to hold inside my mind. Another friend that I must not betray! Perhaps for her too it is just another fling! Perhaps we both will never see him again after this day! My thoughts continue to race, there is no stopping them.

Evening sets in as I flip the channels on the tv remote. I can not recall watching a single thing. I began to laugh at myself for taking this situation too seriously. It is nothing, perhaps this happens all the time! My laughter quickly ends as I hear the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. One look out through the window and I see the both of them again in Monica’s car.

I fade away into my bedroom once more, closing the door behind me.

Fictional Romance

If you have enjoyed my fictional romance section and the process of turning it into an e-book please click on the following link: https://hardtobemeinoklahoma.com/fictional-romance-support-page/

Bridgette~

If you would like to read from the beginning please click here:

Fictional Romance

I hope you enjoyed part 2. Stay tuned for more! 😉

Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 1


If you don’t care to love me, then why am I here? These are the deep seated thoughts that entangle my insides, as he reaches out to grab onto me, hence more. With smoke billowing out towards the moonlight, I purse my lips and take ahold onto the last cigarette butt within my reach. He wants me I know this, but I could care less at this moment for him. Why must I give into his forceful nature, and be who he wants me to be? His boyish good looks, have found my insides, and they are aching for his touch, but instead I deprive myself, I ignore the obvious, stand up, and walk away into the darkness leaving him behind.

The drive home was a long one, only the sounds of hearts breaking playing on the radio. The moon was bright tonight, and it was comforting to know that it was there, for it helped lead the way as the smell of him on my neck lingered in the midnight cool air. It is late September now, and the seasons are beginning to change, the leaves are beginning to transform themselves into a picture perfect façade of oranges and yellows.

I am quickly pulled away from the moments inside my head, as a small female deer lifts her white tail as a warning to the others that danger is near. Not just one deer, but three now are on the edge of the road, glaring into my headlights as I approach with caution. Then as soon as they appeared, they are no more, as they disappear into the thickness of the tall grasses on the side of the road. I sigh in relief, take another drag off my cigarette, and begin the drive home once more.

My phone is silent, and shaking my head, I realize that what we shared was nothing. Perhaps that will be the last of him, and as part of me sighs in relief another part of me feels the shame setting in. Why must I always feel so damn guilty for taking care of my needs? Men do the act all the time and I’ve never seen them hang their head low afterwards so why must I be any different?

I reach the house, and it seems eerie now with the lights out. The gravel on the driveway is the only sound underneath my feet. I manage to peel the flannel shirt that is dangling off my shoulders and let it hit the floor beside my bed. The bed is comforting, yet bigger now, as I lay their alone. Tears well up inside my usual dry eyes, and trickle like a slow river down my cheek. I am all I need, or so it is that I tell myself, as I quietly drift off to sleep.

The End-or is it?

This is my first attempt at writing fictional romance. What’s your thoughts about it? Anybody? Would you be interested in reading more?

Just thoughts-

Bridgette~

If you would like to support my fictional romance section and the process of turning it into an e-book please click on the link https://hardtobemeinoklahoma.com/fictional-romance-support-page/