Seeking Nirvana by V. L. Brock

Author:V. L. Brock [Brock, V. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00L0PA3OC
Publisher: V.L. Brock
Published: 2014-06-14T23:00:00+00:00

I decided to take my sister’s advice as soon as I got off the phone. Seizing the bottle of water which I set on the stair, I pulled the door shut and fiddled with my ponytail as I threaded it threw the back of my baby pink baseball cap.

“Good morning, Kady,” Mrs. Steinbeck called from her front porch with the Boston Times snug under her arm.

“Morning, Mrs. Steinbeck,” I grudgingly replied while bouncing down the front steps. I stopped at the bottom and began to do a few stretches.

“Going for a run?”

Gosh she was observant wasn’t she? “Yes, it’s a good way to start the day,” I strained as I stretched my arms above my head.

“Be careful, Kady. Mr. DeLaney would be furious if––”

“I will do,” I spat out concisely, already passing the numerous other detached, funky colored properties as I jogged lightly down the tree-lined block, and away from her shrill voice.

I pounded the ground with harsh, rhythmic blows as I jogged past the Bricksdale Square that harbored Ent-icing, and the white chapel with clock tower. It still gave me the willies in the sense of, I really expect members of the community to go all Village of the Damned on my ass as soon as the bell rang six times.

It didn’t go unnoticed that the folks in the area were looking and pointing at me. In desperate hope to reach the park in record breaking time, and out of prying eyes, I advanced into a sprint, taking all my anger, resentment, fury, confusion and desire out on the solidity of the asphalt.

Not paying any attention to the groups of half-dressed men playing basketball in the secluded courts alongside me, I ran and ran until my legs felt weak, my lungs grated and ached while my throat burned with each vital intake of breath, and my heart was lurching out of its cavity.

My exacting breath was loud and erratic. Still, the volume of each strenuous intake and expulsion of air was all but a whisper in comparison to the words that were spiraling around my head. My rationality was going to rack and ruin as Brittany’s omission, alongside my mom and dads, the lies, the cover ups, behaviors, attitudes, Liam’s need to keep me wrapped up for some God forsaken reason, not to mention our lack of physical intimacy, were pressed further and further to the front of my mind.

I dug, cursed and forced myself to remember something extra, another vital piece that would save me from myself, from the situation, a clarification. But nothing came. It was just a huge void full of unanswered queries.

Alongside a metal bench, I came to standstill. I stooped, and with my hands on my knees, I concentrated on my sneakers, rather than the double vision and muffled ringing in my ear drums.

Liam had only been away for two days. Yet those vital two days allowed me to spread my wings, and I’d stumbled upon both sides of a story which was based

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