He is a man with scars. She is a woman with hope. He is a man without sight of his path. She is a woman who knows where to go. Together, they are thrown into a world where she tries to prove that he is redeemable.
Welcome back to this story. Here is chapter 4. Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far!
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| Chapter 4- Charise |
I jog back up to my new house, the thoughts of the quiet man I bumped into far back in my mind. What I focus on is that I had a successful six mile run this morning. I grin as I kick off my runners before adjusting my socks. Then I walk towards my kitchen and pour myself a cup of cool water from the sink, downing it in seconds. My phone starts ringing just then and I peer down at it before smiling and unlocking the device.
"Hi sweetie!" my mom's cheerful exclaims over the line. I chuckle and sit down at the kitchen table.
"Hey ma," I reply.
"How are you? Settled in okay?" she asks and I hear the sounds of pans clattering on the other side.
"Yes ma'am. Finished the last of the move this morning before my daily run," I answer as I pick at the placemat.
"Good good. How's the town? Is it anything like the pictures?"
"Surprisingly, yes. But I think it's even prettier. Especially this time of year. Everything is in colors!" I exclaim. Fall and winter are my favorite times of the year. Back in California, we never really got those seasons. For the most part, everything was neutral year long.
"Oh I bet! Pictures are a must, remember that," she teases in a stern voice and my laughter bounces off the walls.
One thing I love about my mother is that half the time she's my best friend. She made a mistake when she was younger, getting pregnant with me at the age of sixteen so we are closer in age and have more in common.
My father was someone who panicked at first but decided to remain by her side through thick and thin. They tackled the whole pregnancy like champs and he married her once I was two years old. I don't really remember the wedding but the pictures of me in a flower girl dress standing between the two was enough to give me a satisfied feeling.
"I promised so I shall deliver. By the way, tell dad I say hi. I hear him seeing to Bruno Mars in the background," I chuckle while my mom laughs out loud before repeating my message to my father.
"She isn't supposed to hear that!" I hear him shout as the music shuts off and I am full on laughing right now.
"Okay sweetie. I'll let you go now. My pancakes are burning," my mom says through her fit of laughter and I wish her a good day before hanging up.
I wipe stray tears off the corner of my eyes and sigh, looking around my place. I'll have to whip out Christmas decorations soon. Christmas is around the corner. I just wouldn't be me if my decorations weren't here. Oh, and I would have to go job hunting soon too.
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Whoop whoop. You got some insight in Charise's life. Not totally perfect but hey it worked out for her! Let me know what you think by commenting and voting! Thanks loves!
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