right person, wrong time.

he felt right to me

Chapter Six

"Jo dear, tell Amy what you were doing," Meg said the moment I settled down at the table for breakfast.

Teddy immediately starting choking on the piece of toast he was chewing. Odd, but honestly, same.

"Huh?" I questioned, alarmed. Goodness what the hell did I do now? Besides I don't know have a moment back there with her husband and my ex-bestie. God I'm going to hell.

"You know how you were thinking of writing a new book after... after the one you wrote for Beth," she said, her eyes glistening slightly.

"Yeah! You never told me this," Amy exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at me. I levelled my eyes with her glare.

I know I had no right to, especially since this morning but I couldn't help but tease her.

I grabbed a piece of bread and began to gnaw on it. "Well Amy," I began, "Last time I wrote a piece of text with your knowledge, you burnt it in the fireplace if I remember correctly," I raised my eyebrows at her.

If I was being honest I held no ill will towards Amy for that but what are sisters for if not for bringing up their own sister's embarrassing pasts?

Her eyes widened in remembrance. "Ah, um yeah never mind then, ignore me," she laughed, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Oh God I was the definition of an older sister.

"Another book?" Marmee interjected. "I'm sure Beth would be over the moon. Again, of course. She always loved and supported your writing," she gleamed.

"Yeah she did," I smiled, tearfully clutching onto my mother's hand.

Beth had always been my biggest supporter, besides Teddy. She always had faith that my work would be recognised even when I didn't. She was my lifeline.

"Oh let's not do this," Amy said, wiping away a few of her own tears which were slowly starting to build up.

"Amy's right," Meg choked up. "Let's have a great first breakfast with the whole family before we all have to leave again in a few days."

"To Beth," Teddy said sweetly, raising his glass.

"To Beth," we all said, even little Josie joined in.

Damn did I miss my baby sister.

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He was right in my eye-line. I had him. Completely and utterly alone. There would be no escaping me now, no matter how hard he tried - he was mine.

"Take that!" I screamed, pelting the snowball with as much precision and force as I could and I made a run for it.

Ah ha! I got him!

While making my great escape, I looked back to see my victim, wounded viciously in the face with the remnants of my chosen lethal force scattered all over his upper body. Said "victim" laying on the ground, unusually still.

Oh no, maybe you went too far this time Jo.

I took a step back inspecting the body.

You both aren't as young as you once were, I reminded myself.

Well- if you count 25 as being "too old" which is what society labels women as.

However, conveniently for men they can stay single forever and are worshipped as 'bachelors' but when it's a woman it's 'spinsters'?