Nicole Hunter
Morning arrived, and the storm outside seemed to intensify. I hesitated as I got out of bed, unsure whether I should stay in the guest room.
After brushing my teeth, I passed Terry's closed bedroom door, moving quietly as I tiptoed down the stairs. making my way through the downstairs, I carefully walked past the living room and headed into the kitchen. Grabbing some eggs from the fridge and a package of bacon, setting them on the counter.
As I reached for the butter, I noticed the sizzle of the storm outside, the rain hitting the windows in a steady rhythm.
The kitchen felt warm compared to the damp chill that lingered in the air. I pulled out the skillet and turned on the stove, ready to start the morning.
The cold air hit my skin, and my bare feet sent chills up my body as they made contact with the cold kitchen tiles.
I moved carefully around Terry's kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible—he was already annoyed with me. That's why I was making him breakfast, hoping it might make up for the tension between us.
Never in a million years did I imagine I'd be staying in his house, let alone making him breakfast as a peace offering. Our history had been nothing but chaos. We'd hated each other for good reasons—bitter arguments, misunderstandings, and countless betrayals.
Yet here I was, trying to bridge a gap that felt impossible to cross, hoping that a simple gesture could somehow make things right.
The fiery hatred between us was justified. He was too prideful, and I was too resentful. We both held onto our grudges, each of us with enough bitterness to fuel the animosity.
Neither of us was willing to back down, and that only made everything worse. We'd exchanged sharp words, blaming each other for everything that went wrong.
It wasn't just one mistake—it was years of unresolved issues, of each of us feeling wronged, betrayed. Every time we tried to talk, the conversation spiraled into a fight.
It felt like the more we pushed against each other, the further apart we became, until the silence between us grew louder than any words ever could.
But now, standing in his kitchen, making breakfast... it felt surreal. I couldn't figure out when things shifted.
As I finished making breakfast, I carefully plated his food, hoping the smell would be enough to draw him downstairs. But deep down, I knew it wouldn't matter.
He would probably ignore me, just like he always did. The thought of it stung, but I couldn't let myself care too much. It was easier to pretend it didn't hurt.
I set the plate down on the counter, staring at it for a moment. I couldn't stand him—just as much as he hated me. The bitterness between us had built up over years..
Terry Richmond
I wasn't just a madman with no reason. The events of my youth shaped the way I see the world today. Two failed marriages and countless years spent in combat had forged me into who I am.
I wasn't broken, but I was undoubtedly scarred.
I rose from the bed and immediately glanced out the window, scanning the storm brewing outside. I'd been through enough of them to know exactly what to expect.
While others may pack up and leave, that's never been my style. We stay put, ready for whatever nature throws at us.
Having lived through hurricanes, including Katrina, I knew the drill. Vigilance was key.
I paused for a moment, debating whether I should check on Nicole or leave her to her own devices.
Our history wasn't exactly warm. I had my reasons for resenting her, and the thought of being stuck in this situation together wasn't something I relished.
A gentle knock on my bedroom door jolted me out of my thoughts. I stood up and slowly made my way towards the door.
There, standing in the doorway, was Nicole, sporting one of my oversized Marine t-shirts and a pair of shorts I had given her. Despite the clothes being far too big for her petite frame, she wore them with a determined look.
"Good morning," she said, offering a plate of food. "I hope I didn't wake you."
To be continued...
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Jukai
Fanfictionthere was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
