Making Circles by Vanessa Gilbert (summer beach reads .txt) 📕
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“Wow Marcy you’re pregnant!” I said happily.
Marcy smiled and nodded and began to rub her hand in circles on her stomach. “Yep I’m eight months along,” she said.
“Wow that’s great but I didn’t know you got married.”
“Oh I didn’t me and Ben decided to take our relationship to the next level and well…here I am eight months later pregnant and living with him still waiting for him to pop the question.” She said.
I starred at her in shock and said, “Well…still happy for you.”
She smiled then walked over to where a group of people stood. I watched her walk away and then looked down at myself…what if that happened to me? Would who ever got me pregnant ask me to marry them right away? Would he leave me with the baby?
I shook the questions away and said quietly to myself, “That’s not me, I’m smarter.”
I looked back at the guitar and then back over to where the big group stood. They all began to laugh loudly. What the hell are they talking about? I wondered. I shook my head and then walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of bunch. My aunt’s house was freaking huge, it’s a one story house, has three bedrooms, three bathrooms, and the kitchen and living room were connected the only way to know when the kitchen ended and the living room began was both a white carpet and the tile flooring and one row of counters.
The walls were tan and the flooring for the kitchen was tan and white. The living room had two brown leather couches (three sits for each) and a brown leather recliner. In front of one of the couches was a glass coffee table and in front of one of the couches and the recliner was a big screen TV but at the moment it was my guitar and microphone. There was a little hallway beside where the TV hanged on the wall that led to both Grandmas’ bedroom and lounge area but also to one of the three bathrooms. Also, by one of the four entrances (the front entrance) into the house was the study which had a book case a computer and a recliner. Also by front entrance besides the study was a door that opened into the coat closet.
There were many other doors that lead to many other places like-before I could even finish the sentence Carter came up and wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, “Why so gloomy?” I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder and said, “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“Oh you know, about my future,” I said.
He smiled and kissed my cheek and asked, “Am I in this future of yours?”
I smiled and said, “I’d hope.”
He smiled and began to rock back in forth laughing with me. I looked up at him and said, “Do you wonder about…us?”
His face went serious and he looked deep in thought. “Yea sometimes,” he said.
“What does this future look like?” I asked.
He looked up as if looking up into his thoughts for the answer and stayed like that until we both heard someone call out, “Hey love birds stop holding each other and Arien get your butt over there and perform.”
I laughed then looked back up at Carter, who was looking down at me now, and said, “This conversation isn’t over.”
I let my grip around his neck fall as he let his grip on my waist go and I then walked over to the guitar and Microphone and got ready to perform.
I put the guitar strap around my neck and around my right shoulder and arm and began to play a bunch of guitar chords and began to lean in and sing into the microphone. “I’ve never being so lost; I’ve never being so sad. I’ve seen a lot in this world and yet I feel so blind. Why is it the moment you come around I lose my since of direction,” I sang into the microphone.
I looked over at Carter who had a serious face on and soon I began to think…Does he see a future with me? Am I just a fling? I stopped singing and then changed the song to “I Do Not Hook Up” by Kelly Clarkson.
“Oh, no I do not hook up, up I go slow. So if you want me I don’t come cheap. Keep your hand in my hand and your heart on your sleeve. Oh, no I do not hook up, up I fall deep ‘cause the more that you try the harder I’ll fight to say goodnight.” I sang out.
After I finished the song I got up, put the guitar down, and then walked over towards Carter. He had some explaining to do.
Chapter Two: Words Not Spoken
My eyes completely and totally focused on Carter as he leaned up against the wall eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. His serious face stayed serious even as his eyes rested on me…he knew he would have to answer the dreaded question of us. I took a deep breath and made my way towards him eyes focused and my mind set out only on one thing.
“Arien, darling,” I heard a female voice call out from across the room.
My mission to get to Carter stopped and was immediately on to another mission…to find out who called my name and why. I looked around the room and spotted my great aunt Mary, the family member who said that my mom would never meet anybody else at the last family reunion.
I felt anger rush through me and I could feel my hands ball up into fists. “Calm down Arien, she’s probably coming over to talk about how she was wrong and how sorry she was,” I told myself.
Aunt Mary made her way towards me, a red plastic cup in one hand and a white envelope in the other.
She had her silver blonde hair that had strings of grey in it up in a tight neat bun, her grey eyes had signs of aging, and her pale skin showed that soon enough people would describe it has white wrinkled leather. She had a white silk top on, white business pants, white two inch high heels, and she had on a white blouse that flew down to her thighs. She reached me and out spread her hugs, her way of “asking” for a hug.
I bit my lip, put a smile on my face, and then wrapped my arms around her trying my hardest to keep myself from either beating the crap, pardon my language, out of her or to strangle her. I pulled away from her with the smell of her strong feminine perfume crawling its way up my nose and wrapping its intense smell around my body strangling me. “Oh Arien I almost didn’t recognize you! You’ve lost so much weight and you look so beautiful,” she said smiling and patting my right arm with the hand that held the envelope.
Oh so I didn’t look pretty before, I thought. “Thank you and you wow I almost didn’t recognize you either with the face lifts and of course the dying your hair to keep your age a secret things you do,” I said with an innocent smile.
Her eyebrows creased down and she said, “Well, Arien when did you become such a…how do I put it…a bitch.”
I let out a sarcastic, sharp laugh and said, “I don’t know maybe when you became such a back stabbing whore.”
“When I became a whore, please Arien look at you! You think I’m a whore at least I’m not showing off my cleavage like they are the circus or something.” Marry said.
I glared at her and said, “Mary I suggest you back off or I’ll have to do something that we both know will end horribly.”
“Like what?”
“Oh nothing just this,” I said as I hit the bottom of her cup making it spill down her shirt.
“Aah,” she screamed as the brown liquid stained her white shirt and blouse and was making it way to her pants.
She glared at me angrily and yelled out, “You little slut!”
Everyone looked over at us in horror at what Marry just yelled at me and at how I just stood there starring her down no fear not even a trace of hurt from what she said in my eyes.
“You know what Marry so what if I am a slut. We all know you’re jealous that mom has somebody and you’re just jealous that even a “slut” like me can get somebody that you will never ever be able to get!” I screamed in her face.
I pushed past my aunt Marry and past anybody else who stood in the way and made my way outside. I stepped out into the garage depths of the garage and just stood there by the door waiting for the song that let me knew that it was close and when I heard the sound I let the tears and sob sounds come.
I didn’t care what Aunt Marry thought about me but it hurt that Carter didn’t step in he could plainly hear us fighting and yet all he did was stand there and watch as me and my Aunt bickered and bitched. I pressed my back to the door and slid down to the cold ground and covered my face with my hands and began to cry even harder.
Soon I could feel the door being pushed into my back and I could hear the whisperings of people. “Do you think she’s okay,” someone asked. “Well I don’t know…I mean she wasn’t sad when she was yelling at her maybe she’s just angry and burning off steam,” someone responded.
“Maybe I think we should go check,” the first person responded.
I quickly stood still pressing all my weight against the door and then I quickly pressed the garage button and watched as it slowly rolled up. “Did you hear that,” Someone asked.
“Yea it sounded like someone….opening the garage door!” A deep husky male voice said.
As soon as it was fully up I made a run for it. I ran as fast as
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