by A. M Martin
Outside. Another first for me in a while. I was deemed a flight risk after I slipped off into the woods that one time. Never allowed outside again, always looking out through a window.
I must shield my eyes with my pale hand going down the many cement steps. I'm not used to this brightness only the sun can bring. The air is fresh and seems to soothe my throat. My whole body.
“It’s all the rental place had.” Jeff snarls out as he stops by a small red compact car.
I peek at him through my fingers and back to the car. Light red ribbons come and go. It must be an uncomfortable fit. He’s huge, well over six foot something not to mention his wide shoulders.
I slip into the small car easily. While Jeff mutters under his breath, all scrunched up in the driver seat.
Several minutes go by as the car glides through the turns, before Jeff’s commanding voice rings throughout the silent car.
“Shelly’s sorry she couldn’t be here.”
My eyes stay glued to the window, watching houses and building go by as we drive through town.
“You’ll like it in West End.”
West End. Why would someone name their town West End? It sounds like a place people would go to die.
“We have a five-and-a-half-hour flight with a two-hour drive ahead of us. It’s a charming little town.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the light red ribbons appear and disappear in seconds.
“They told me, the doctors said to carry on a conversation with you as much as possible. It's supposed to help you.”
Light red and light blues are snapping in out, so fast they don’t have time to do that floating fluttering thing that the ribbons normally do.
A deep grunt pushes out past Jeff’s wide lips, “Come on Rainbow girl. Talk to me.”
My heart stops and sputters.
Two simple little words send my year and a half blocking to a crashing halt. I gasp out as emotions start wrecking havoc on my body.
Gut wrenching grief. My eyes water. Hollow loneliness. My breathing gets fast. Heartbreaking sadness. I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. That cat shire grin happiness. My lips try to smile as I bit them. Love. All-consuming love that a daughter could have for her father. I’m panting. My body tenses. Finally, deep bone crushing anger that steals my breath and tears away.
My head snaps around towards Jeff, a pop sound coming from my neck. My breathing is fast and deep.
“DO. NOT. CALL. ME. THAT.”
I’m full of deadly rage, and my eyes start to tear up again. My body trembles like a small earthquake and a slight sweat mark my forehead.
For one and a half years I have felt nothing. Nothing. Not even a minor sliver of an emotion and two small silly words just destroyed it.
At this moment, I hate him with everything I am. I hate him for making me feel this. My heart is tearing in two, my soul withering in my body. The pain is taking my breath away.
I turn back towards the passenger side window, but not before I notice surprise and relief flash across Jeff’s stern face.
I shut my eyes and clutch my hands till they hurt. I take deep full breaths and start counting backward from twenty. I slowly start to restore my titanium steel wall, that holds everything back. Smooth out the cracks and fill in the holes. I will it to be stronger. To be impenetrable.
My fists slowly uncurl, and my breathing becomes normal once more. My eyes dry up completely. Not a tear in sight. I go back to watching out the window and just now realizing Jeff has pulled the car over.
I slowly turn back and look at him. He eyes flick all over my face. He lets out
a sigh and starts the car.
I go back to watching the trees and houses pass me by.
The idle chit chat is over. What do you do when someone who shows no sign of emotion, finally does? He does nothing.
My void is back. That blank peaceful silence. Everything is how it should be.
Rainbow girl. The nickname my dad calls me. Called. I wonder if he knew about the colored ribbons that haunt me.
Acknowledgments
Hey everyone. Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read Ingis: Elementum Novel. I deceded to put this out there to see if I am taking the book in the right direction, so please consider leaveing a review. Tell me what you think. Don’t hold back. The truth will set us free, I believe is the pharse. Once again. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it and don’t want to straggle me for where I ended the Novel.
Best Wishes on future Reads,
A.M Martin
About the Author
So, this is about me. Well, I am 26 years old and started writing around two years ago when I could not find anything to read. That was a shame, but it turned out my inner dreamer has been unleased.
I am a lover of books and the jounerys I go through when I read. I have two beautiful kids who tend to take up most of my time but I don’t mind. They are my world.
I have several books in the works which I hope to bring forth very soon.
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Table of Contents
Igins
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Glossery
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One
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Five
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Nine
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Ten
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Eleven
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Twelve
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
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