Georgia Summer
By Heather Colleen
Copyright © 2019 by Heather Colleen
All rights reserved.
Georgia Summer is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities or resemblances to actual persons, events, or localities are purely coincidental.
For my best friend, my husband, and my confidant.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1: Homecoming
Chapter 2: Willow Creek County Fair
Chapter 3: A Gainful Employment
Chapter 4: Dinner with Maddox and Emmarie
Chapter 5: The Zephyr
Chapter 6: Late Again
Chapter 7: An Unwelcome Encounter
Chapter 8: Graduation
Chapter 9: Auntie Georgia
Chapter 10: At the End of Firefly Lane
Chapter 11: The Week After Graduation
Chapter 12: The Note
Chapter 13: A Sense of Unease
Chapter 14: The Funeral
Chapter 15: Rumors
Chapter 16: The Break-In
Chapter 17: A Second Unwelcome Encounter
Chapter 18: The Unlikely Savior
Chapter 19: A Warning
Chapter 20: The Lie
Chapter 21: A Surprise Visitor
Chapter 22: Back to Sage River
Chapter 23: A Close Call
Chapter 24: Opportunity and Risk
Chapter 25: To the Trace
Chapter 26: Back to Where It All Began
Chapter 27: Vengeance
Chapter 28: No One to Turn To
Chapter 29: First
Chapter 30: By the River
Chapter 31: A Second Chance
Chapter 32: Goodbye
Chapter 33: Not Here But Not Gone
Chapter 34: The Truth That Can’t Be Told
Chapter 35: The End of Summer
Prologue
Four Summers Ago
She was nearing the outskirts of Willow Creek when the flash of headlights caught her attention, illuminating the unpaved dirt road ahead. She walked a little faster, her heartbeat quickening as the car approached in the darkness. Shifting the bag of groceries in her hands, she kept her eyes locked on the house at the end of the road where she and her dad lived. Just a couple more minutes and she would be home.
She kept her eyes straight ahead as the car came up on her right and the driver put their window down. She could hear male voices coming from the car, garbled and incoherent.
“Hey, pretty. What’re you doin’ out here all alone?” one of them called out to her, his voice slurred.
She didn’t respond.
The car accelerated and moved ahead. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they were about to leave. To her surprise though, the car then pulled across the road, blocking her path. She stopped, confused.
A young man got out of the car on the driver’s side, leaving the car parked in the middle of the lonely road with its motor still running, the headlights now pointed at the crop of soybeans off the side of the road.
She stepped backwards, clutching the bag of groceries tightly as her pupils dilated with fear.
“Where’re you goin’, darlin’?” he asked. An eerie smile slowly spread across his face as he watched her.
She swallowed the knot in her throat, her pulse racing now as she took another step backwards.
Another man got out of the car on the passenger side. He called over to them, “Hey bud, let’s get goin’. It’s gettin’ late.” His voice sounded anxious and hedged with uncertainty.
The other man ignored him, though. “A pretty girl like you really shouldn’t be out here all by yourself at night." He began to walk over to her, shortening the distance between them. His eyes were bloodshot, and it was clear he had been drinking.
Instinctively, she stumbled backwards, trying to put more space between them and her. He continued to walk towards her though, and her stumble broke into a run as she dropped the bag of groceries onto the dirt, its contents spilling and scattering across the road.
She sprinted into the soybean field that separated her from her house. At first, all she could hear was the sound of the dirt and plants underfoot, the leaves whipping her bare legs as she neared her house. But then she heard the sound of someone else running, their footsteps growing louder as they gained on her.
She screamed, praying that someone, anyone would hear her as she ran, her dark hair streaming behind her. She glanced behind her and saw someone chasing after her, quickly closing the gap between them.
Suddenly, her foot caught the root of a plant and she tripped. A searing pain shot up from her ankle to her leg as she fell headfirst into a row of soybeans, the leaves scratching her face and tangling her hair. Her ankle throbbing, she tried to stand up quickly as she heard him approach behind her.
“You really didn’t have to make this so hard on yourself.” He was hardly winded as he spoke.
She tried to stand again, but fell. Her breathing was heavy and labored as she tried to ignore the sharp pain in her ankle. She knew she couldn’t outrun him now. She was trapped, like hunted prey.
He squatted down next to her and looked into her eyes. Her dark eyes were wide with fear, and her usually smooth hair was matted from her fall. She tried to crawl away from his reach, dragging her ankle, but he put his hand on her leg and held it fast, stopping her. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asked, jeering at her.
Though she could barely see the outline of his face in the darkness, the whites of his teeth were visible. His lewd smile was sickening, and she felt her stomach churn with terror. “Let go of me,” she said, trying to pull away from his hand.
“Now, why would I do that? Seein’ I got you here all to myself, that wouldn’t make much sense now, would it?” He tightened his grip on her leg and pulled her closer to him.
She screamed again as loudly as she could, fighting against his firm hold on her leg.
Back at the car, the other man stilled as he heard the shrill scream over the motor of the car. He took off into the field, his movements sluggish from drinking earlier. “Hey man, where are you? This ain’t funny anymore!” he yelled as he ran through a row of soybeans. He continued to run in the direction he had heard the scream come from.
A sudden movement close to him made him stop. “Are you there?” he called out, but his question was met with silence. He took a step backwards. “Is that you?” He held his breath, waiting.
An obscure shadow came into view. “’Course it’s me. Who’d you think it was?” his friend asked as he approached, buckling his belt as he walked.
Before he could answer, a loud cry erupted in the darkness, mere steps away from where the two young men stood.
He felt his breathing grow shallow. “Wh-wh-what did you do to her?” he asked his friend, taking a step in the direction from where he had heard the cry.
But his friend ignored him, brushing by him as he walked back to the car. “Let’s get the hell outta here.”
The other stood there, listening for the girl’s voice again. Hearing nothing, he turned around and followed his friend, raising his voice as he asked again, “You gonna answer me?”
His friend stopped as he reached the edge of the road and turned around. “Hey, if you wanna stick around in case the cops show up and start askin’ questions, go right ahead.”
“Why would the cops be askin’ questions? What did you do to her??” he demanded, looking at his friend.
His friend frowned with distaste as he thought of her. “Nothin’ she didn’t already de
serve. Now let’s go.” He turned and walked over to the car, his tall figure a silhouette in front of the headlights.
The other gulped nervously, caught in an internal struggle.
His friend got into the car and stuck his head out of the window. “You comin’ or what?” he called out to him.
He shook his head and took a step back towards the soybean field. “This ain’t right. I don’t know what you did to her, but I’m gonna—“
“Gonna what? Make sure you get caught? S’fine by me if you wanna stay here!” his friend yelled back to him. He sniffed with annoyance and shifted the gear to drive. Shaking his head, he drove away into the darkness, leaving his friend standing by the road.
All was silent for several moments as he stood there, watching the car disappear into the night. Taking a deep breath, he then turned around and ran back into the field, frantically trying to find her. A sickening, gnawing feeling took hold in his gut as he searched the field for her.
She heard him walking up and down the rows of soybeans, calling out for her, but she remained quiet, huddled under the plants. She was scared. She wondered why he had returned. Was he going to come back and hurt her again? Hadn’t he done enough? Closing her eyes tightly, she hoped against hope this was all a nightmare.
He searched the field for almost an hour, combing through the rows of plants. When he finally gave up and left, she waited for several more minutes until she was absolutely sure he was gone.
Standing up, she gingerly tried to stand on her sore ankle. Although it was swollen and tender to the touch, she could put some of her weight on it. She began to hobble down the long row of soybeans in the direction of her house, slowly making her way.
Back at home, she removed her torn clothing and showered, scrubbing herself abrasively under the showerhead. As much as she tried to scour herself clean, she still felt dirty as she stepped out and dried off. Once she was dressed, she sat at the kitchen table for a long time in silence, staring down at the floor as she tried to absorb what had happened to her.
She looked up at the clock. It was late at night, and her dad wouldn’t be home from the bar for at least another hour.
She didn’t know what to do. She felt consumed with hatred, anger, and pain as she reeled from the shock. Should she call the police? Would they even believe her?
Her thoughts turned back to her dad. She closed her eyes as a wave of shame washed over her. What would he say? What would he do when he found out?
She suddenly stood up from the table and limped down the hallway to her room. Grabbing the suitcase from her closet, she threw in a few changes of clothes, and the picture of her and her boyfriend that she kept on her nightstand. She paused for a moment as she looked down at the framed picture.
It was taken last summer at the county fair. She and her boyfriend looked so carefree and happy as they sat on the carousel together, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she gazed at him, smiling. She sniffed back the tears and wrapped the picture in one of her shirts, amply padding the frame before she tucked it into her suitcase amongst her other things. She then took the suitcase and went down the hall again, wincing as she put weight onto her swollen ankle with every other step.
She unlocked and opened the front door, but stopped before stepping outside. Turning around, she looked at her home, letting her eyes roam over the familiar setting one last time. Sighing, she went outside with her suitcase in hand, and locked the door behind her.
As she limped across the yard under the starry night sky, grasping her suitcase tightly, she vowed she would never return to Willow Creek again.
Chapter 1
Homecoming
Four Summers Later
The sun dipped lower in the sky as she slowed for the turn-off for Willow Creek. It had been almost six months since Georgia had last been home from college, and the change in scenery was stark. Gone was the bleak landscape of naked trees, replaced by lush, abundant greenery that was fed by a vast and intricate network of rivers and streams. The sun cast a hazy, golden glow across the emerald horizon, its light slowly weakening as the afternoon faded into evening. Summer had certainly arrived in the South.
She relaxed as she drove into the small town of Willow Creek, taking in the familiar setting. Driving down Main Street, she passed Smith Realty, Dr. Young’s medical practice, Jud’s Drugstore (or Jud’s Drugs), the hardware store, and of course, Duke’s Diner.
The diner, with its ever-glowing neon sign, had always been a source of comfort for her growing up. Duke’s was where she would share a milkshake with her dad when he would finish his shift. It was where she would meet her sister after school to share cheesy fries and exchange the latest gossip. And before her mom had passed, it was where the four of them would get together following the home football game, her sister’s dance recital, or for Sunday brunch after church. Georgia sighed. So much had changed since then, and yet everything seemed to stay the same in Willow Creek no matter how much time passed.
She turned off Main Street onto Magnolia Lane. The road was lined with tall, proud magnolias that emanated a sweet aroma from their cream blossoms. Georgia put her window down for a moment, inhaling the rich fragrance. She slowed the car as she reached the end of the street and pulled into the driveway. Clambering out of the car, she then grabbed her bags from the backseat and walked up to the house.
It was a Victorian-style home with all the Southern charm one would expect in a town where a pitcher of sweet tea was served before a glass of water, and warm manners could melt even the iciest of characters. Its long wraparound porch beckoned to strangers and friends alike, and its padded swing had heard nearly every wild story, confession, and tribulation that Willow Creek residents had to offer.
Reaching up, Georgia felt for the spare key along the doorframe. As she unlocked the door and let herself in, she was greeted by a thundering cacophony of paws scraping against the wooden floor, along with an overture of barking.
“Millie!” Georgia exclaimed as she bent down to hug her would-be attacker. The white Labrador showered Georgia with wet kisses, her excitable tail threatening to knock over the large vase next to the door. “I missed you too, girl,” Georgia said softly as she stood up.
Calmer now, Millie went back to her bed in the kitchen, her tail still wagging eagerly. Georgia replaced the key over the door. Then, taking the steps two at a time, she headed up the stairs to her room with her bags.
Back in her old bedroom, she unpacked her things into the oak dresser. Her room had been kept the same since she left for college almost a year ago. Soft, cool blues decorated the room from the walls to the bedspread. The bed had been neatly made with her favorite teddy bear placed in the center. Georgia smiled a sad smile. Her dad wouldn’t strike anyone as the ‘Mister Mom’ type, but he had risen to the occasion many years ago and took his job seriously.
Any moment now her dad would be home from his shift. Georgia stowed her empty bags in the closet and left her room. As she neared the stairs though, she could hear the front door jiggling, the knob turning slightly while someone tried it. Millie, ever the hopeful guard dog, sounded the alarm with a long howl, and the door swung open.
It wasn’t usually good news to run into the sheriff in Willow Creek, but for Georgia it was always a welcome sight. With his tall stature, dressed in his pressed khaki uniform and sand-colored cowboy hat, Sheriff Summer was an impressive sight to behold.
“Georgia!” he said, grinning from ear to ear as she came down the stairs. “I was wonderin’ when you’d be home from school. I wasn’t expectin’ you ‘til the weekend!” He wrapped her in a big bear hug.
Georgia inhaled the scent of his starched uniform and stepped back. “Surprised?” she asked expectantly. “I finished up my finals yesterday so I figured I’d come home a couple days earlier. I hope you don’t mind,” she explained.
“No, I don’t mind at all, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re home.” Her dad sighed and took off his hat. “Well, have you eaten yet
? I picked up some pork chops yesterday at the Piggly Wiggly that I can fry up. ”
“I’ll make it, dad,” Georgia volunteered. Her dad began to protest, but Georgia added quickly, “I haven’t been able to make a home-cooked meal for months now in that tiny dorm room. Let me cook dinner. I’d love to.”
Her dad shrugged and smiled. “Well, I’m not one to turn down a home-cooked meal, especially one I don’t have to make myself.” He began to take his boots off. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “Virginia and the girls are comin’ over too, so it’ll be for five. That okay, Georg?”
“The more the merrier!” Georgia called back over her shoulder as she went into the kitchen.
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The rich aroma of garlic and rosemary soon filled the house. Georgia was sliding the pan-fried pork chops off the skillet and onto a plate when she heard the front screen door slam, followed by Millie’s barking and a chorus of squeals.
“Auntie Georgia! Auntie Georgia!” Two white-blonde heads bobbed into the kitchen, laughing and yelling in their typical, lively entrance.
Georgia turned the heat off on the stove as she felt her twin nieces wrap themselves around her legs in the sweet, innocent way that children only know how to hug. Georgia squatted down to hug them. With their bright blonde hair, tan skin, and blue eyes, the twins were already little Southern belles. “How are my beautiful nieces?” she asked as she kissed them both.
“They’re little devils is what they are,” another female voice said in feigned austerity.
Georgia looked up to see her older sister, Virginia, standing over her. Georgia laughed and jumped up to hug her. “Virginia! So good to see you.”
Virginia hugged her back. “Great to see you too, sis. It’s been quiet with you gone and all!” Just then one of the twins, Ella Mae, screeched as their grandpa threw her over his shoulder while the other, Charlotte, squealed and tried to pull her back down. “Well, not that quiet, I guess,” Virginia added with a chuckle.
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