Taken on Thanksgiving by Annabelle Winters

Author:Annabelle Winters [Winters, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainshine
Published: 2019-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

7

AMY

Push, Amy! Push!

My vision goes blank as Angus’s voice echoes in my head, and I feel my body respond to his command with all the fight in my body, all the energy in my heart, all the urgency in my soul. Through my hazy vision I know that we’ve flipped the heavy, food-laden table on its side, each of us pushing with our legs. That’s one good thing about carrying extra weight your entire life: Your legs get strong as fuck. Who knew my big ass and thighs would save my life someday, save my forever someday . . .

I know the scene is pure chaos, with plates and silverware and food and drink flying everywhere, guns going off, people screaming and yelling. But inside me it’s calm like a pond without a ripple, and I just smile lazily as I watch the heavy table pin the old couple down to the floorboards like it’s a perfectly staged play, a drama orchestrated by the mischievous universe, a scripted scene in my tale of forever.

I giggle like a madwoman as I watch hot gravy scald Mr. Raff’s bald head, watch a turkey-wing poke Mrs. Raff in the eye, see the wild rice go hogwild all over the floor, see the cranberry sauce jiggle like it’s dancing to that old record (which isn’t playing, btw . . .). I squeal like a child at the playground as Angus roars like a kid in the yard, and then we’re jumping around the room and whooping like monkeys, hugging each other and laughing and crying and screaming and howling. It’s pure fucking madness, and although I know that it’s the climax of all the adrenaline, the sudden release of tension, the culmination of the chaos, I can’t help but revel in the happiness of the moment.

Angus sweeps me into his arms, lifting me right off my feet and kissing me full on the lips just like it’s a fairy-tale. In the background his aunt and uncle are groaning and grunting, but it still sounds like music, like the theme song to our love story (or maybe a dark comedy . . .).

“Where was I before Aunt Raff so rudely interrupted?” Angus says, pulling back from the kiss but still holding me firmly as he turns and looks down at his aunt, who’s gasping for air under the heavy wooden table. “Ah, here we go.”

Angus reaches down and picks something up, and I gasp when I realize it’s a diamond ring. It’s small, but it shines bright like a star, and I blink in disbelief when Angus goes down on one knee, holding my hand, looking into my eyes, about to ask the question that confirms that this is the craziest fucking day in the history of the world, perhaps the history of the universe.

“Don’t fucking move, you two,” are the words I hear instead of the words I thought I’d hear.

I blink as reality comes blasting through in the form of police officers swarming

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