Taking the Risk

Not Mine -6

Stopping at the very top of a rock mountain, he looks out over the town of Quarters. It is so beautiful this time of the morning. His cell phone rings disturbing his personal time to himself. He pulls it out of his pocket as a cool breeze of wind cools him down. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Maryanne."

Concern hits him, "What's wrong?" He begins quickly walking down the rock mountain.

"Nothing, really. She is showing me the clothes that I picked out for her. She really is a nice young lady, Tyson."

Tyson smiles knowing that Aynslee is and has always been a very nice young lady. Knowing that she is okay, he slows his pace and continues to take in the scenery. He felt anew since he found Aynslee. "Yeah. She is."

"I don't understand how did she end up the way she is now?" Maryanne suddenly lowers her voice to a whisper.

"A few bad choices and the rebellion point takes over when someone tries to tell her right from wrong. She doesn't want to hear it, but she owns up when she is wrong. Also, the upbringing that she was raised in caused her to be one tough cookie. She had a hard time with drugs on and off during a few years of high school and a little through college as well." He nearly trips over a log but catches himself. "Will she be ready for tonight?" He didn't really want to discuss all of Aynslee's business too much.

Maryanne nods, "Yes, she will. But, I don't think she remembers you all that well."

"She will after tonight." He replies with a smirk on his face.

Maryanne whoops, "You are bad." jokingly.

Tyson laughs, "It's not even like that."

"I know. But okay, she is coming back out of the bathroom."

They hang up as Tyson reaches the entrance of the trail, gets in his car. "A lot of bad choices." He repeats to himself as he drives off. "More like no one ever cared about her except her half-sister; Luna." He thinks out loud to himself as he stops at a flower Shoppe, he puts his shirt on that is in the passenger seat and then enters the Shoppe.

There are flowers of all kinds and rarities, the Shoppe smells of dirt and fruit. He smiles at the familiar smell. Tyson looks at some Lisianthus' when an elderly lady of 76 years old; the owner; walks up to Tyson. "Ahh, back so soon, Mr. Reese?"

Tyson flashes a smile at the lady, "Yes, ma'am. But being another reason this time."

"Oh? New lady friend?" The elderly lady playfully nudges Tyson's ribs. Smiling, he rubs his ribs, "You can say that, Mrs. Kina."

"Well...I got some new flowers in two weeks ago." She walks towards the back of the store and Tyson follows. She stops at some yellow golden flowers that resembles a rose, but it was not because the roses are at the front of the Shoppe; being the most bought flower. Mrs. Kina picks up a dozen of the golden yellow flower, hands them to Tyson, and he takes them; examining them. "They are so pretty. What are they?"

"Ranunculus'."

Tyson arches his right brow in question to what she just said. She laughs then starts coughing, "Excuse me."

He places a hand on her back to make sure she is okay. She pats his hand to let him know she is alright. He drops his hand. She continues, "They are Buttercups."

He smells them and smiles, "Wow, I think she'll like these. But, what are those?" He points to some white, pink, and red and some deep green foliage. Mrs. Kina looks to where he is pointing. "Oh," She ambles over to them. "These are Camellias, another new shipment."

"Okay. I would like two Buttercups, three Camellias, four Dahlias, and three Zinnias."

"Good choice." They walk up to the register and Mrs. Kina rings him up. "That would be $10.19." He pulls out his wallet and hands her a Platinum card. She takes it and swipes it, then hands it back to him. "Would you like for my daughter to arrange them for you?"

Tyson didn't even see Mrs. Kina's daughter. He nods. She goes to the back and then is followed up front by a female with round beige eyes, thick straight hair the color of milk chocolate, a pale complexion and is short with an angular build. "Tyson, you remember my daughter, Noelle?"

"Yes." His eyes seriously bulged out of his head at the sight of Noelle standing there in front of him. She didn't really look any better when he last seen her.

Noelle smiles widely at Tyson while she rearranges the flowers on the counter for him. Mrs. Kina goes to the back to pull more flowers. "When are we going to talk about what happened?" Noelle says when she is sure that her mother is out of earshot.

Tyson frowns and responds, "There is nothing to talk about." in slight anger.

Noelle wraps the flowers up tightly in some red and blue wrapping paper. "I believe there is. You-."

"You never told me that you were married, until your so called husband tried to kill me in that restaurant that night I was celebrating my sister's birthday."

"I wanted...I was gonna divorce him for you. That's the honest truth, you showed me a lot that my husband hasn't even shown me, Tyson. I know I messed up, but..." She hands him the flowers as her words trail off.

Tyson takes the flowers. Noelle continues, "Lil Marvell is waiting to see you."

Angered, Tyson whispers wanting to yell, "You know that he ain't none of my children. The doctors even told you that he isn't mine with that DNA test. So, stop!" With that Tyson storms out.