‘Her Choice’ & Other Works
By Haley Pilar
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Copyright 2016 April Marshall
Table of Contents
Story One –
Story Two –
Story Three –
As they left, Anya explains to him what she learned. “My spine is pinching my spinal cord and nerves.”
“And that’s what’s causing your pain?” Dean asks as they get into the car.
“Yeah. It looks like a thunderstorm on the x-rays. A grey cloud over the area, and the pain being as sharp as lightning.” Dean looks to her, studying her, and he can feel her mentally pushing him away.
It makes her think about the last eight months; all the pain that she has gone through, and that Dean has gone through with her.
‘This isn’t fair to him.’
Dean pulls out of the parking lot, heading home, questions flowing through his mind.
‘Why is she constantly pushing me away? She always does this when she thinks she is a burden on me. Why can’t she see that I don’t see her as a problem, a burden? I see her as she is, my heart… my Anya.’
They are only twenty-four, and it is as if he is taking care of his grandmother, not his girlfriend. Dean is always helping her, more than he should have to. Like, cooking when she is hurting too much to even stand, helping her walk around the house, everything.
Dean walked into the kitchen, where Anya stood at the stove, cooking fried fish and fries for dinner. He smiled as he listened to her hum while cooking. It was something he loved that she always did it. He was thinking of how happy she made him, when he saw her completely freeze. Frowning, he walked closer to her.
“Anya?” He saw her body twitch, and rushed to her just before she lost her balance. “Baby?” She buried her head into his chest, crying. He rubbed her hair, and helped her to a chair. “It’s alright baby.” He pulled her face from him and looked at her, wiping her tears of pain and embarrassment away. “I’ll finish, okay?”
Anya looked at the trees as the drove by, thinking back to a month before, back to the incident that finally made her call a doctor.
Dean rushed out of his seat on the couch, running for the bedroom upstairs.
“Dean!” Anya called, her voice thick with sadness.
Dean rushes into the bedroom, and looks around. “Anya?”
“I’m in the shower.” She replied with a child like voice.
He walked into the bathroom, and went to the shower. “Are you okay?” He heard her sniffle, and felt brokenhearted.
“I got a sharp pain in my back, and I fell down. I can’t get back up.” She choked with tears.
“It’s okay baby, I’m here. I’ll get you out.” He grabbed her towel off the hook, and opened the shower curtain. He wrapped her up the best he could before gently lifting her out of the bathtub.
She felt like she was no longer his partner, someone he could enjoy life with, but has become his patient, someone he has to take care of, more than he should.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll finish dinner.”
“I’ll get you out.”
“You sit down, I’ll do the laundry – take out the trash – go to the store…”
This sometimes made her feel that Dean would be better off with someone else. Someone who wouldn’t need to be taken care of so much, someone who wouldn’t be such a burden.
“Why are you saying this?” Dean shouted.
“You know it’s true!” Anya retaliated.
“Says you!” Dean slammed his body onto the bed, tossing an arm over his face. Anya stayed standing in front of the television, her arms crossed over her chest.
“You would be happier with someone else that isn’t me; someone you can actually live life with, not take care of.” Anya defended.
“No, I wouldn’t be happier.” Dean mumbled, before sitting up. He looked at her, holding out a hand for her. She walked to him, and let him gently pull her to him. “I wouldn’t be happier, because she wouldn’t be you.”
“What’s the matter?” Dean asks, looking over to her from the driver’s seat.
Dean watches as she builds up her walls to block him out, to keep her thoughts from him. She looks over at him, not meeting his eyes, not wanting him to see her sadness.
She lies to him, and he knows it.
‘I hate lying to him. I’m not a liar, I’m bad at it, and he can always tell when I am lying to him.’
He lets the matter drop, his bones aching to get back home so that they can really talk. Important things need to be discussed face to face, hand in hand. Not side-by-side, in traffic, with his hands gripping the steering wheel, and hers rolled into tight fists.
Twenty minutes later, he unlocks their front door letting her walk in, and she heads straight for their room. She slides off her shoes, jeans and long sleeve shirt, leaving her in just her tank top and boy shorts underwear. With tears blurring her vision, she crawls into bed and faces the wall. She feels the bed shift from Dean getting in and moving closer to her.
“Turn over,” he says. She sighs sadly, before rolling onto her other side to face him, wincing from pain. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to be a burden to you. You deserve more than that.”
Dean looks taken aback by her words.
“You think I care about that?” he asks, wiping a tear off her cheek. “I care about you. That is all that matters.” She smiles at him and he kisses her forehead. He pulls back and looks at her. “So, what do you want to do? I support your decision, one hundred percent.”
“I know.” She leans onto his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothes her while she thinks everything over, smiling as he runs his fingers through her hair. This was a big decision to make, that affects them both, and she has no idea what to do.
“Can you believe two months ago we were leaving your doctor, unsure of what to do, and now, here we are.” Dean’s spoke, his voice uneasy. Anya looked at Dean and he smiled at her. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I love you.” His voice began to quiver.
“Don’t be scared Dean.”
“I’m not scared. Just a little worried, that’s all.” He leans his forehead onto hers, tightening his hold on her hands. “I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered.
“You wont.” Anya reassures him, kissing him softly. Dean nods his head, leaning away from Anya.
“I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.” She nodded, and pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you.” She smiled at him and gave a low chuckle.
“I know, and I love you.” Their hands slid apart as she was wheeled away to surgery.
I went unnoticed at the crime scene. I saw what the beast had done. It attacked a man who was walking to his car. His neck and chest had deep claw cuts. The grass was painted with blood. He is long gone, and so is the beast.
The rain falls down, chilling me as I slowly walk back to my car. The air is thick, and I know that the beast is out there still, somewhere, watching me. My cigarette supplies me with the comfort I need. I grab the butt, tossing it into the wet grass. Hearing the snapping of a twig stops me, and I peer just over my right shoulder. Oh yeah, it’s out there.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” I say, realizing that I’m asking for trouble, taunting it like this. Hearing nothing but silence, I walk on. My car, my baby, is fifteen meters away, just over the hill.
Reaching the top, I check my surroundings. The rain eases with small breaks in the clouds, allowing the light of the full moon to bathe the wet grass. I stare at the tree line, seeing a shadow move within the branches. I know it’s going to make its move.
I pull my pearl gripped pistol out from the back of my jeans, and check the magazine. The top silver bullet glistens in the moonlight. I was prepared to do whatever it takes to take this beast down.
Jake is still in the hospital from that attack the other night. He is lucky, unlike all the other victims. My brother is a strong fighter, and has been through a lot worse than this, and this isn’t his first werewolf. As soon as it’s dead, we are hitting the road again, off to the next case of monsters.
I have been doing this longer then Jake, and I’m real good at what I do, so is he. Since we were young boys, this is the life we have known. It’s just us, saving the world.
I walk up to my car, heading to the driver’s side. I look around one last time before I get in, shutting the door hard behind me. I put the key in the ignition, and turn. As the car purrs to life, I turn on the heat and wipers, making the raindrops disappear. I rub my hands together, trying to warm them. I pull out my Newports, lighting another before throwing the pack and lighter on the passenger seat. I lean back in my seat while looking out the windshield.
“I know you’re out there.”
I turn on my headlights, and there it is, standing on all fours like an oversized dog. I lean forward in my seat to get a good look at it. His eyes meet mine and I can’t help but smirk.
I slam on the gas pedal. The tires scream as they spin on the asphalt, before taking off at high speed towards the werewolf. Before it can even react, I hit it head on, causing it to roll onto the car. I hit the brakes just as it crashes into the windshield. The car stops quickly and I see the werewolf rolling away from the car on the road. I get out of the car and walk to it, looking it over. With my foot, I roll it over, seeing all the blood clotting its fur.
“Bad dog.” I take out my gun, cock it, and pull the trigger, shooting the werewolf in the heart.
She sat in the bright sunlight, tapping her fingers on the small glass table, mind racing. John had walked into the room to get the food that had arrived, but she was no longer hungry. All she wanted was another cigarette. Against her better judgment, she grabbed the pack and lighter.
“Here we are,” John said, wheeling the small food cart to the door leading to the patio.
“I’m not hungry,” she gently replied, turning her head away.
“Delilah, you need to eat,” John said.
She turned to him, rage burning in her eyes. “I can’t eat when my stomach is in knots and my lungs wont expand.”
John gave her a long look stare, a smile of adoration sneaking on his face. “Don’t you think you are being a little dramatic?”
Delilah rose from her seat quickly; ready to take his head off. “Dramatic?” She rolled her eyes before focusing on him. “How am I being dramatic? You bring me out here for a romantic anniversary weekend getaway, only to tell me that you are leaving me,” she said, breathing quickly. She turned her head away, hiding the sadness in her eyes, her mind racing with questions, unsure of what to do or say next.
“Please sit down,” John said.
She harshly let out a long, heavy breath before swiftly dumping herself back in her seat. She looked down and crossed her arms, wishing her heart to stop shattering in her chest.
“I didn’t get a chance to finish.”
Her head slowly rose and she stared at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I am leaving you… here, at the hotel, for a few hours today.”
“What?” She replied after a silent moment, unsure of what he was trying to say.
He smiled at her, shaking his head. “Yeah, I am leaving you here at the hotel for a few hours while I get some things organized for us to leave,” he reached his hand out to her.
Still feeling a little pensive, she moved closer to him, letting him taking her hand tightly in his. “Leave, to go where?”
“That, my dear Delilah, is a surprise,” he said, smiling at her.
She smiled at him shyly, the feeling of relief washing over her. “I love surprises.”
“I know you do, and I promise you, I am not leaving you.” He said, still seeing that she was apprehensive by her body language.
“Except here at the hotel,” she said, laughter in her voice.
“Yes, now can we please eat, so that I can run my errands and you can go get a massage in the hotel spa,” He said, walking back to the cart, bringing their tray of food to the glass table.
“I have never been to a spa before.” She said, excited that she would finally experience a massage.
He smiled at her, happy that she loved her first surprise, and was excited to be there, as the rest of the surprises would fall into place.
After breakfast, John sent Delilah on her way to the spa. When he was sure that she was in the elevator, he set to work. He pulled out the new red silk dress and black heels he bought her and laid them on the bed before packing up all their belongings. He left her a note on the dress, and set out to get everything done so that they could make their flight to go to Paris. He first went to the jewelers to pick up the engagement ring he just finished paying for yesterday. After that, he went to pick up their passports and call a taxi to take them to the airport.
Delilah opened the hotel room door to see that John was gone. Walking into the bedroom, she saw the red dress and black heels. Smiling, she excitedly rushed to the bed and grabbed the note. “‘My dear Delilah, this dress is for you. Please put it on, and get dressed up to have one of the best times of your life. Love always, John.’” she read aloud. “Oh my goodness”.
She got dressed and ready, doing her hair and makeup. Deeming herself ready, she slid on her heels, and waited for him to return.
“I am out here,” Delilah said, calling to John from the patio.
He walked through the room, and smiled at the sight of her. Her lips stained red to match her dress, and her chestnut hair shined bright in the sunlight, making her ivory skin look soft and delicate. “You look beautiful.”
Delilah was practically bouncing in her seat, eyes glistening with happiness. “Where are we going?”
John smiled at her before handing her the envelope that contained her passport and a plane ticket. “I would try to keep it a secret, but once we reach the airport, it would be useless.”
She opened the yellow envelope slowly, briefly losing her breath as she pulls the items out. “Are you serious?” Her voice rising.
“Yes,” John said, smiling at her reaction.
“You are really taking me to Paris?”
Chuckling, he stepped to her, and pulled her closer to him, hugging her tightly as he spun her around, causing a happy giggle to rise out of her. “Yes, and it is almost time to go. There is a taxi waiting for us,” he said, setting her back on her feet. He grabbed her hand and led her inside. They grabbed their bags, making sure they had everything, before heading to the elevator.
Delilah smiled, practically bouncing as John closed the hotel room door. “Ready love?” She asked as they stepped into the elevator.
John tapped his pocket, feeling the ring box. He looked at her and smiled at her child like excitement. “More than ready.”
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April Marshall is currently enrolled as a full time student at Full Sail University. She is earning her bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment, with the goal of achieving her dream of bringing storytelling to the next generation of future fiction fans. When she is not writing or plotting her stories to share with her close family and friends, she is often found binge watching her favorite television shows or having movie marathons. In reality, she often expresses her art through jewelry making, and sharing her obscene obsession of fingernail polish with her daughter.
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