The Storm (The Storm #4) by Samantha Towle

Author:Samantha Towle [Towle, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies, Short Stories, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Single Authors
Publisher: Samantha Towle Writes Ltd
Published: 2015-12-22T17:00:00+00:00

When we get to Bob’s house, I head straight upstairs to call Tru. Dave and I are staying at Bob’s tonight, at his insistence, rather than checking in at a hotel.

Lyn and Bob never moved, so this is the house Jonny grew up in. I remember Jonny offering to buy them a bigger place after the money started rolling in when our band hit the big time, but they turned him down.

Even now, Bob is a wealthy man from what Jonny left them, but he doesn’t mirror his riches with how he lives.

I guess the money is something Bob will need to take into consideration, now that Jonny has an heir. I’ll talk with him about that later.

Right now, I just want to talk to my wife and kids.

As I step into Jonny’s old room, a hundred memories wash over me.

The room hasn’t changed. It’s still a shrine to Jonny’s memory.

The posters of naked chicks and bands are on the walls. Jonny’s old music sheets and his first ever guitar, his Fender Stratocaster, are propped up on a guitar stand. A mini guitar amp and guitar pedal are sitting on the floor next to it.

Even after all these years, I can still smell my youth in here with the lingering cigarette smoke and stench of grungy teenage boys who didn’t realize that showering regularly would be a good start to getting girls.

It brings a sad smile to my lips.

I drop my bag on the floor and sit on the edge of the bed.

I stare over at a framed picture on the desk of Jonny, Tom, Denny, and me. It was taken right before we did our official first gig as The Mighty Storm. I remember shitting myself that night. Jonny was calm as fuck, like he just knew he was born to be up onstage.

Sucking in a breath, I shut my eyes.

“Why did you have to fucking die?” I breathe the words out. Opening my eyes, I focus in on him in the picture. “You should be here, Jon. You should be here with your kid.”

Rubbing my eyes dry, I get my cell from my pocket and FaceTime Tru’s cell. I need to see my family’s beautiful faces as well as hear their voices right now.

“Hey, baby,” she answers.

The sight of Tru’s face and the sound of her soothing voice ease me.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m better now,” I tell her with a smile.

She smiles back, lighting up her face. “How did it go with Storm?”

I let out a breath, my fingers rubbing my forehead. “Not great. He didn’t want to talk to us. He stormed off to his bedroom. Tiffany suggested we go back later for dinner after she’s had time to talk to him.”

“Makes sense. He’s thirteen and going through a lot right now. His emotions have got to be all over the place.”

“Yeah, I just…”

“Patience, Jake. I know you don’t have much of it, but you’re gonna need it in spades with this kid.”

“I’m trying.” I give a weak smile that I know she totally doesn’t buy.

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