CHIKLIT/ROMANCE
"BULL! You still love that useless prick!"
"Harley!" I cry, "It's not him that I want! I lo-"
He punches the wall, forcing my favorite memory to shatter across the floor, "I'm going to kill him!"
Haunted by her memories, Liana...
From here on out this will be Liana's memories, the way she perceives how her life went with, Harley.
When she finally makes it back to the present tense, I ***PROMISE*** I will let you know!!
"Mama?" A voice whispers weakly through the phone."
"Yes?"
A deep unfamiliar voice warns, "We have taken her. If you want her back in one piece, you have twenty-four hours to turn him over to us or she will be dead."
"Oh no! Not again!"
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I can be strong. I can be weak. I can hate and love. Every emotion, every being within my body fights to live and survive - even when I don't have faith in myself, but if you were to take the only part of me that keeps me strong and yank it away from me, I will crumble into a million pieces before your very eyes.
Hearing the man's threat is all it takes for me to crumble. The world around me disappears and fades into the darkness. The last sound I hear is my own internal screams echoing in the air.
THE PAST:
As I awake, the bright sun beams in my eyes. I discover I am standing in the middle of my old neighborhood. While looking down, I discover I am wearing and a white t-shirt with the logo HERS on it and a pair of black bell-bottom jeans.
What the hell is going on!
I am standing alone next to a newspaper stand. I grab a paper off of the wooden display case to see the date.
April 22, 2008.
"Oh. My. God." Are the last words I say before I am sucked into a world where I have. A world where I can never interfere. A world where I can only relive every moment all over again.
******
It is odd seeing myself like this again. Young, not broken by life, watch as I walk down the street. I am on the way to meet Harley. I was so excited to see him. We had already planned to meet and walk through the town.We went through a matching phase. You know the couples you see in public with matching red shirts and matching costumes for the Halloween parties? Yes, that was us. We would walk the streets wearing shirts that said, "HIS and HERS."
We would get the sweetest compliments from so many people like, "Wow! I wish my boyfriend would wear something like that!"
There was an old lady by the name, Ms. Badillia. She lived three houses down from me. She was also the town gossiper. Her fashion sense always included; having her silver hair tightly brushed back into a bun, grey bushy eyebrows, long pointed fingernails, and floral printed dresses. She could charm the pants off of the president if she had to, but we knew her wicked way. So, instead of getting even with lies she used to spread around town we would give her something better to talk about. We gave her what we wanted her to talk about, and of course, it worked.
