Connected

Chapter 1

"It is often said that Lack of Communication is one of the major issues that causes a failure in relationships. Do you deem this to be true?" the hostest of Relationship TV Naomi Wullcock, asks her special guest Eloiser Devoe, a marriage counselor.

"Actually, yes Naomi. It can be one of the biggest issues relationships face amongst other factors like having little faith in your partner." Elioser responds with a small smile making it known how beautiful she really is for a woman in her mid forties.

"Could you elaborate more on that?" Naomi asks.

"Well, there are instances where couples that have been married for over five years are still uncertain of how to communicate with each other and that's where I come in. You see communication plays a key role within a relationship if you want it to be successful. As for having little faith in your partner, that can be a killer. Say for example youre planning on trying the best that you can for-"

Her response is cut short due to the unexpected power off of the television. A frown makes its way onto my forehead as I turn around to see my sister, hands crossed over her chest with a furrowed eyebrow. Without arguing, I stand to my feet, walk towards the door where I retrieve my bag and slide my feet into my shoe. As I opened the door with my sister close behind murmuring to herself, the reflection of the sunlight on the palm tree just in front of our house sent my eyes squinting. A few seconds after my eyes adjusted to the sunlight allowing me to open them to their full extent.

"You miss Keniel Griffin is a handful" she says in frustration as we walk along the pavement to get into the car she rented a few months back to make traveling to and from work easier for her.

"I hate staying over at Aunt Gayles house. All she does is give me a to-do list and chat with her twice as bitchy of a friend as her. Besides its summer and I'm almost sixteen" I said matter of factly as I enter into the passenger's seat and secure myself with its seat belt.

She continuously treats me like I'm ten and not a soon to be sixteen year old which I find weird at times but annoying the other. She rolls her eyes as she starts the engine of the old Toyota that she said was the cheapest deal she could get, no judgment there after all I am grateful for her.

A few minutes after, shorter than I expected, I arrived at the witch's house. My sister hates the thought of me being alone in the house so she made an arrangement with Aunt Gayle to let me stay during the week but come home on the weekends. Of Course she will not be alone but with her boyfriend, I roll my eyes in disgust as I proceed to knock on the door. Not long after the door opens revealing the grumpy old, wrinkled, unhappy, nightmare-ish face of aunt Gayle. I muster all the courage I could before I even dare to greet her.

"Goodmorning Aunty" I fakely cheerp.

"Morning Ken I know you've just arrived but can you go to the store for me and buy a coffee?" she asks as she widens the door to let me in. Her and my sister started chatting about random stuffs.

"Sure"

Inwardly rolling my eyes I place my bag filled with what I needed for the five days in hell in my room or rather the room reserved for me and plop down on the bed face down grunting in the thick black cotton sheets.

"KEN!" she shouts from the kitchen.

Oh fuck me! No wonder why shes a widower uncle Dan couldn't stand to be near her any longer. Ahem I cleared my throat.

"Coming" I respond to her as I walk briskly towards her direction. She has a thing for comparing me to an older person or even a snail. She hands me the money and off I go through the front door by this time my sisterwas gone.

Thankfully the store wasn't far away, just a few houses down. I must admit, the community is at times quiet and calm and other times there would be loud music and drunk people shouting due to the mere fact of having a bar within the community and them enjoying themselves.

My aunt was the one who called the police from time to time and if she didn't, that other old hag, her friend Tilda will.

I finally reach the store, the bell located above the door rings making notice my entrance but no one came out to assist me.

Poor service I mutter as I walk through the small aisle to retrieve a pack of coffee. As I walk up to the cashier about to call for the old lady who owns this store, a figure comes out of the small door which I assume to be where they stock their items for the store. After all the store wasn't at all huge. I suppress my fright but not my confusion because it was not whom I expected.

"She's not here at the moment" he tells me.

Smitten if you must say, that I am. I take a brief moment to look at his face but soon after hung my head low handing him the money for the coffee.

"How much does she normally sell it for? Because I dont know" he asks and adds.

"About eighty dollars" my voice fails me at a time like this, causing me to clear my throat of the non-existent cold I suddenly have.

He takes the hundred dollar bill gives me my change. It felt awkward walking away as I can feel his stare or maybe I'm imaging it. Who knows.

I'm definitely not his type.

I can't help but think as I walk towards my aunts house. I clear my head of what just happened and enter the house with the coffee package wrap tightly in my hand.

"What took you so long?" were the first few words that greets me.

This is going to be a long ass summer.

Authors Note: That my friends is the start to this love story. This has some snippets of the true storys original beginning. Vote, share and comment thank you!