Infected (BWWM) editing

New life

It had been difficult to understand why people always made things difficult, more complicated. Especially in relationships or dating.

Why is it so difficult for people to say what they feel? what is the big deal? 25 year old Nayla Michealson ponders these questions over and over as she shifts slightly on her much too narrow bed. She can't trust that she will not  fall off one of these days. Rolling over carefully unto her right side she stares into her room; eyes roaming the bare walls until a spot on the wall opposite her catches her attention.

Memories of her relationship with James Cater; a successful criminal lawyer in new york, floods her mind as she thinks back to the past year.

Even though, they had broken up  barely a week before she can't bring herself to cry again over some guy who frankly didn't give two shits about her. She wipes away the sweat on her forehead with the sleeve of her shirt and sits upright in her bed that creaks loudly from her movements.

This summer Nayla had decided to help her uncle on his farm. Well, more like it was her weak attempt at escaping her life in New York for as long as she could.  

After the breakup with her cheating boyfriend,  Nayla felt she needed a break. She couldn't bare the thought of seeing him around, which, she undoubtedly would.  Seeing as they both ran in the same social circles and had the same friends. This is also the reason why she had not bothered to reply to any of her friends after she had moved to Earlsdon.

Nayla didn't really know what she is doing with her life. she had recently received her degree in marketing, but wanted to explore the world a bit more before she tied herself down to a job.

Her Uncle's invitation for her to come and spend some time at the farm had come at the right time, a blessing in disguise so to speak.

For a few days, Nayla had found herself in a bit of a pickle, when she had basically stormed out of her ex-boyfriend's apartment after discovering what had been happening in their bed in secret. She sniffs, how could she not have known.

Mr Michelson, is the only close family Nayla had left. He owns a small farm in a town called Earlsdon, albeit, in the middle of nowhere, Earlsdon has its "charms". The best feature of this small town is said to be it's dense forests, which seems to stretch on for miles. Other than that, Earlsdon is not a town people went to on vacation.

Nayla never really liked the farm life. The tedious work involved, under the hot scorching sun and the pungent smells of cattle and dang. However, it offered a great escape from what her hectic life in New York had been; parties, work, school, friends, boyfriend and repeat.

Nayla fans herself with her hand but immediately stops as it really isn't helping. She removes her shirt and puts on a tank top instead and walks over to the window to have a peek at the farm hand working outside.

'I should be out there helping out.' Nayla thinks to herself. Her uncle had been so kind to omit her from the hard work, even though, the deal had been for her to earn her keep on the farm.
The only thing Nayla seems to have been doing so far, has been to coop up in her room like some hermit.

Nayla needs something to do, to keep her busy, something that didn't involve her standing hours under the blazing sun and yet provide her with some decent wage.

She thinks back to the last time she had ventured into town. There had been an interesting vacancy on the window of the small town's library. A part time position, 3 days a week as part of the administrative staff at the library. The hours are perfect, just enough to earn her some money and still allow her the time to mop around.

'Not that there is much to do in this boring ol' town anyway,' she comments under her breath.

'Maybe I should go into town to apply for the job?' Nayla bites on the corner of her lip as she mulls over the idea; a habit she had once intended to stop.

She moves from the window to the sink to turn on the tap, hoping that a few splashes to her face would cool her off a bit, but even the water isn't doing any good. 

'Maybe I should take a shower,' her skin feels uncomfortably warm.

 'I am not coming down with anything am I?' Nayla wonders, looking at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She looks awful, her big brown eyes are red from lack of sleep and unshed tears and her usually vibrate chocolate skin is looking dull. She splashes a few more handfuls of water on her face and dries off. Putting her shirt back on, she exits her room.

"Hey there stranger, want to come into town with me? Was just about to come get you." Rebecca asks with a bright smile. Expecting  that Nayla would follow her, Rebbeca more or less hops cheerfully to her blue truck that had been parked just a few feet away from Nayla's quaters. Rebecca Satin is a 23 year old, blue eyed blond with a cute face and petite physic. She is one of the temporary farm helps on Mr Michealson's farm. Rebecca helps out whenever she can, especially in the summer for a few bucks an hour. She is also a waitress in the only decent and only restaurant in town.

"Uhm, yea-yeah sure." Nayla murmurs, a bit taken aback by Rebecca's cheery nature. Nayla was not planning on doing anything important anyway. This will be a good opportunity to hitch a ride to town and apply for that job at the library.

What Nayla didn't know, is that her trip into town would entail so much more than what she had bargained for.

p.s I did not create the images for my cover. I only created the cover page itself. The images I took from the following websites: http://mypages.valdosta.edu/jlryan/U3A2.html & http://7-themes.com/6935120-red-eyed-black-wolf.html.