Her Story

Chapter Five: Jace Jacob Prescott

Her Story

Chapter Five: Jace Jacob Prescott

January 28th, 2014

“Cross your heart and say you’ve never given up.” My feet began to go faster as they pounded against the pavement.

    It was early morning, the sun was just now beginning to come out of hiding and I still haven’t slept yet, so I decided to go for a morning run, like I used to.

    Pandora was playing a song I have never heard before.

    “That you carried on when every door was shut; that you live, you live with no regret.” I smiled at an old couple who was sitting on their deck and it only about ten till seven. Ugh. Early-risers.

    “We wear a smile to hide that we’ve been hurt before; keep our disasters in a suitcase by the door.” Birds were flapping from tree to tree in a rush. Hmm.

    ‘'Cause you know, you know we’re only human!” I didn’t notice my pace was picking up as the song did.

    So lay your hands on the left behind…

We all know how it feels to be forgotten for a while.”

    Before I knew it I was running through the local college trail. A few campus kids smiled my way and I quickly would return it before going faster.

“In a crowded place trying not to feel alone…

Just remember that we’ve all been broken once!”

    The faster I went, the harder I had to try to keep my breathing leveled because if you don’t, you get winded and it hurts under your ribs, at your lungs.

    “Let’s love the broken ones, yeah, yeah! Love the broken ones, ah ho!”

    As the song slowed, I halted and bent over to catch my breathing before standing up and folding my arms behind my head and walked. I had stumbled upon a park.

A park I haven’t been to in a while.

It was still the same.

    I took a seat on one the swings, pulling my head phones out of my ears and pushed myself off the ground. The breeze felt good as I began to swing higher.

    The park was empty, seeing as how it was just now daylight, and I found it very peaceful. I slowed down and just swung lightly and not too high.

    I missed this park. It was so beautiful.

    There was a fountain on the other end of the park and there were multiple American Flags circling it. There were many play sets for kids which were safe and colorful.

    This was probably the most popular park in all the surrounding counties.

    I checked my phone to see the time, and I saw that I had been swinging for nearly fifteen minutes, lost in my thoughts and surroundings.

    Just as I hopped down, a voice stopped me.

    “You’re the Rose daughter who ran off the other night.” The voice was deep and it was males. My body grew stiff and I swirled around, my hand going to the zipper pocket of my leggings. I had pepper spray in there.

    My eyes met a light brown, haired boy who stood about 6’5”. He was quiet attractive with a sharp nose, defined jaw lines, and a well-built frame.