Three minutes later...
The trickle of water winding a slow trail down his face was the sensory trigger Tom needed to fight the fog and claw his way back to reality. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if he’d fallen asleep in the shower, but as his eyes fluttered open, he realized he was lying on the floor of his living room, his upper body supported by an unknown object. Flashes of chrome distorted his vision, the tiny flickers falling into rhythm with the pounding in his head. He shifted his gaze and was immediately confronted by a visual halo dancing around the overhead light, the multicolored glow compounding his confusion. He had no idea what had happened, and squinting against the disorientating luminance, he sank back against the comforting warmth behind him, a low moan escaping from between his lips.
From above, an ethereal voice spoke from the heavens as a gentle hand continued to wipe the blood from the back of his head. “I’m sorry, Tom-Tom, but you know how I feel about strangers. I saw the way he looked at you, and I can’t lose you...not now, not ever.”
The words made no sense to Tom’s addled mind, but rather than fight to understand, he closed his eyes and took comfort from his brother’s tender touch.
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Unless Tom had tied one on after leaving the mayor’s party, he couldn’t see how the young officer could possibly be feeling the aftereffects of too much alcohol. During the time they’d chatted, Tom had barely touched his champagne, and according to Penhall, he and Will had left not long after, which explained why Booker couldn’t find him after using the restroom. Once again, the dark-haired officer's spider-sense was tingling, and he wondered what secret his partner was hiding. But rather than blurt out the question in his usual, boorish manner, he decided to play detective—which was his forte—and wheedle the information out of him through clever
“Nick-” she reluctantly drew words. “-Did I ever tell you of the letter Myrtle sent Tom, back in Christmas, about three years ago?” I already knew I didn’t want to have this conversation. I wanted to sit and hold my breath like a toddler until I got my way and she withheld this talk with me.
After a moment, Daisy went to sit back in her chair and stared at the cold chicken that lay on the table again. She then faced Tom with a struggle to keep a convincing face. “Tom, it was an accident,” she finally said.
Ralph heard the night watchman call lights out. The moon gleaming in the window was the only source of light within Ralph’s room now. Even in the dim light he could make out the sink and toilet. The room was padded, and the door had a glass window that reflected fluorescent light into the room. The combination of the artificial and natural light created a faint glimmer upon the mirror that hung above the sink.
“Wait a second? Is that… Tom? OH MY GOODNESS, IT IS TOM! Tom oh brother, you've been gone for
“Oh I’m good. I came to help. What happened to you?” Tom asked, with a worried expression on his face. His eyes met Fred’s, and he could see the humor, and strength of Fred’s heart in Fred’s warm, chocolate brown eyes. To Tom, the eyes were a window to the soul.
...panic” as they slip “precipitously from his control”(125). He feels nothing constructive, but he feels panic, which is a typical reaction to being unable to cope with one's surroundings and situations. It is this moment which affords us most clearly a view of how Tom has been consumed by his ambitions.
“Don not blame this on me,” spoke Tom Walker. “I gave everything to you, until you gave your heart to someone else. I thought you loved me the way I loved you….You have been lying to me for years, years, and years. I always knew you were hiding something from me, but I thought I was demented. I was blindsided by the thought of us in our perfect home in Boston, Massachusetts. I could never imagine you would do something like this to me…. it just is not upright”.
“I know that. I mean stop acting as if I’m an idiot. I could have left you at any time, today in the barn or for the past year. I decided to stay and watch. I asked to cut out the heart. Stop pretending as if I had no idea what I was doing or was too stupid to figure out what was going on. I’m not a child.” The painful heat in the middle of Maison’s chest started to spread, making their cheeks
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
"My brother," I whisper. I want to say something more: Save him. Find him. But in the moment, kneeling and foolish and feeling the steam on my face, I cannot do it.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
As consciousness slowly begins to return to John Luther, he hears voices surrounding him. Questions clutter his mind as he tries to move on the cold hard surface that he is sprawled out upon. The movement sends a surge of pain throughout his whole body. His eyes feel too heavy to open, but he forces them to. The bright lights blind him momentarily, but his eyes adjust a few seconds later. He sees two men dressed in suits hovering above him. He is quickly frightened when he realizes that in place of their eyes is nothing but darkness. The last thing John feels is a pinch in his left forearm and then the light is gone.
Florescent lights flooded Ezra’s vision as he opened his eyes. He could vaguely make out a plain white ceiling and the same coloured walls with a few paintings, and a window opposite to him. He tried to sit up, but when he did so, a wave of nausea hit him and he leaned over the side of the bed and vomited in the floor. A nurse ran in and helped him lay back again. The pain was so bad that his vision was fading in and out, and he felt his head begin to throb.
It was a beautiful morning, the brisk breeze was on my cheeks and the summer smell of fresh cut soybeans filled the air. It was the perfect morning to ride and the great starting of the cool air of fall. The horses were full and ready to travel, the dogs were excited for the ride. My friend and I was in the saddle by 7:00am and ready to head out. We stated by the Old Man’s Cove is the nick name this haunt full little place had obtained. It is almost a place you’d see in the old scary movies with the moss over taking the huge Cyprus trees and the murky green water that you could imagine a monster lurking in to attack. Yeller and Kokaroo the dogs, Kokaroo is a blue merlin bred alstrailin shepherd he has two different color eye a blue and a brown;