Beacon Falls - 1

Chapter 3 - Speechless Moments

Michael

It is Saturday afternoon; the sun has started lowering creating a beautiful array of colours across the sky. I have been perched on my deck couch since my boxing session turned into pain from my knuckles. A quick glance to my hands wrapped around my plain coffee mug and I can only see the pain that was pushed out of my body. My knuckles were bare and broken, raw and damaged. Not wanting to relive the moments from last night I turned my attention back to my backyard. It was large, that I must admit. With rainbow flowers brightening up my already damp life, a large pool in the centre that I have never even placed a toe in. Thankfully a garden service oversees the garden and pool whilst a cleaner takes care of my house and cat when I am working late. Tabby has yet to make herself known since I stormed in last night. I bought this house two years ago and the longest I have spent in it was the total of nine hours a week. I had no social life, no home life expect the cat and I was comfortable that way. My phone on was the complete opposite it never took a vacation, reaching over to the cushion beside me.

"Anderson" I answered the call.

"You are so not ditching me tonight! The only excuse I except is you dead in a ditch" Abby voices growled over the phone. My memory came back from this morning where I sent her a text, a lame excuse of not doing dinner tonight!

"Unfortunately, very much alive, just not in the mood for people" I admitted my moment of weakness, awaiting her comeback.

"That's Bullshit!" My sliding rood collided with the frame, scaring me out of my skin the process. My eyes located the source of the rageful voice, Abby stood there with both hands on her hips. Looking all glamour's in a red summer dress, her blond hair pulled back matching the scowl on her face.

"Jesus Christ!" I whispered to myself, hand secure over my chest. She stood there with her eyes fixed on me, tapping her left heel on the floor.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Abby opened her mouth with a smart-ass comment on the tip of her tongue before her hazel eyes landed on my bare knuckles.

"What the hell did you do!" She exclaimed. Her fingers traced over the broken skin across my knuckles.

"Just had to get out some frustrations!" I side stepped Abby before she could start doctoring my hands. I entered the sliding door and walked straight into the large open plan kitchen.

Mahogany cabinets along the wall and the island with granite counters. Leather bar stools were on the one side of my island. On the war side of the kitchen was a large cupboard stacked with wine that I received over the last few months from work but never opened.

"Frustrations!" Abby scowled from behind me, a large bottle of Pino in her hand.

"Yes" I said. I took two large wine glasses from my cupboard above the gas stove and gently laid them out before Abby who was in the process of opening the botte of wine.

"How about I pour the wine, while you sit your ass down and drop your bullshit!" Abby was up behind me, her bone fingers guiding me to one of the bar stools, forcing me to have a seat while she took opposite me, wine bottle in hand. "Start Talking Anderson!" Abby was the only other person since High School who can see straight through any Lie I come with.

Sometimes it's a blessing to have someone so close, other times I want to kill her for being so observant.

"Fine!" I murmured under my breath. I reached out for my glass of wine and took one large sip from mine, not bothered at all for the burning in my throat.

"Talk Asshole!" Abby growled.

"My sister phoned me last night!" The words escaped my voice faster than I could have stopped them. Rather than facing Abby, my gaze was locked on the dark red wine in the glass.