Two Weeks, Two Dates #100

Two Weeks, Two Dates is a fiction coming from the pens of two WordPressers, Ricardo Elisiário and Shaktiki Sharma, together contributing on a weekly basis.

 

Driving back home, Klara wiped her tears over and over again. This time they were just not stopping. She was hurt both outside and inside. She had bet the rest of her life on a possible relationship with Ross. She opened the dashboard and took out a picture of her father and her. The first trip to their new beach house. They were so happy.

Before Lenni, there was Dan. The boy she liked in high-school, she never thought he would know. But he knew, and he used it well. She’d lost all one by one, distanced everyone from herself. No friends, her parents thought that was just a crazy adolescence period, her brother lived away but always cared. When Lenni came, she gave friendship one more chance, she gave love a chance, herself a chance. How events turned around, a guy she loved, hitting her, assaulting her, doubted her character, doubted her commitment before she could step into any at all.

The Klara after Lenni found love nothing more than a game. She found more than one ways to end people like Dan and Lenni from her life. Then her brother died. She had to stay more close to her parents. But it couldn’t be enough to bring life back in the cycle.

Ross, had given her hope. False hope. Everything started falling into place. The messages, her car being stolen, injuring Steve, Ross was trying to frame her. Trying to lead police to her secrets. Now, he can’t. No one will. Klara places the photograph back. Parks the car, and runs in her house. Her dad was in the living room, she ran into his arms.

“Are you alright Klara?” her dad patted on her shoulder. Her mother came running asking what was wrong. Klara cried and hugged her too. They were worried for her. Like they used to be when she was a kid.

“Can we plan a vacation, guys? It’s been long…. Please dad…please?” She pleaded to get her family back.

“How about a trip to our beach house?” Klara’s dad said excitedly and she moved away. Klara wiped her face and silently started climbing stairs to her room.

“What’s wrong? You don’t wanna go there?” her mom asked worriedly.

“Someone set fire to our beach house dad…last night,” Klara said and locked herself in her room.

 

Ricardo Elisiário


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