RANDOM LOVE STORIES

This is a collection of love stories. Stories that I heard from other people, some, I've experienced, and others I've imagined.

The first one is about falling in love with your best friend's girl. Not a unique story, it happened before, but we read them anyway. So, this is a story that involves three people who love each other so much that love itself becomes the problem.

The Second story is about a girl who finds the perfect love story through a series of letters. It helped her discover what love is all about, but will it lead her to a place where she will be happy?

The Third is a story that evolved from anger. Two single parents work in the same company find themselves locked in an emotional tug of war. Do you go for the guy whom everybody likes, or settle for someone who everybody hates?

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8. Two way communication

 

They were all ready to go when the phone rang.  Eric thought it was the Chief, cancelling his vacation (which was on such short notice), but it turned out to be Russell Henderson, a research assistant for the Keitel and Ferris law firm. 

“Hey, Eric!”

“Russell?”

“Yeah, heard you were going on vacation?”

“Yeah! I’m—ah—taking my kids to see their grandma and grandpa.  We’re leaving today.  What’s up?”

“Sorry for the bother, but I was hoping you and I could meet.  I need to talk to you about something.”

Eric looked at his watch—it was a quarter to eight.  They weren’t in a hurry since the road trip alone would take several hours.  “Yeah, sure!  Why not.  Sounds like it’s important.”

“Yes.  Quite.”

“Sure!  Let’s meet in fifteen minutes.  Same place?”

“No.  We can’t.  Where are you heading?”

“Creekside.  Up North.”

“Good! Can we meet at Stedman’s diner?”

That was a good hour ride from where they all were.  He began to wonder what this meeting was really all about.  “Yeah! Sure. We’ll—ah—meet there in about…”

“Half an hour.”

“Right!  Okay.  Well, see you later, buddy.”

“Thanks, Eric!”

“Don’t mention it.”  As he returned the receiver, he realized this must be about that strange case Russell’s been investigating for a client of his.  Eric was the officer who caught the suspect.  The trial went fast what with several witnesses and the suspect pleading guilty.  He was convicted of first degree murder and was given the death sentence via gas chamber.   Russell’s boss, Attorney Jim Keitel, was assigned to handle the case for the guy whose brother suddenly turned up asking for an appeal to the judge’s decision.  Russell had since then discovered that the convicted murderer had been a victim of several crimes himself and was probably executing judgment on the people who had done him wrong. 

“Dad?”

Eric looked up to see his daughter looking at him strangely. Was he talking to himself again?  “Yep!”

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Oh, that? That was Russell.”

“Uncle Russell?”

“Yeah.  He’s gonna meet us at Stedman’s diner.”

“Why?”

“Oh, nothing.  Just wanted to talk to me about something.  You guys ready?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, get your butts down here, then.”  Luke was the first one down with a backpack.  “Luke, where’s the rest of your luggage?”

Luke looked at him, puzzled.  “Luggage?”

Eric decided to check the backpack. “A pair of jeans, two t-shirts, and underwear—you think this’ll last you two weeks?”  Luke shrugged his shoulders then bounded out the door and towards the car.  “Mary!”

“Don’t worry, I got the rest of it here,” Mary said.  She had two travel bags, plus a messenger bag, telling him she had done the packing for Luke. 

Eric took the luggage from her and they headed out the door.  After putting the luggage in the compartment, he made one last sweep of the house, and checked everything from locks to alarm systems.  There would be someone checking up on the house every now and then—he paid old Mrs. Winternest for the job—and they didn’t have any pets to worry about for two weeks.  Everything was set and so they headed for Stedman’s to meet Russell.

“We’ll have breakfast there and then go straight for Grandma’s.”

“Dad,” Mary said, “you don’t have to tell us every step you’re gonna make.  We have no choice but to follow.”

“I know I know…but I want to keep you guys in the know,” he said.  “Maybe that’s what this family needs more… communication.” Mary smirked and rolled her eyes.  Eric tousled her hair and she whined a little, but it made her smile.  Maybe he was to blame for what had happened to his kids. Maybe he should have focused more on them, or spent a little more time.  But being a single father and a full time officer was difficult juggle, especially when you’re handling really difficult cases like the one that landed on him just a few days ago.  Now, Russell wants to meet, and in a secluded place an hour outside the city.  What was wrong?  Was there a breakthrough with the case that he needed to consult him with?  Did he need access to the evidence? All the evidence presented was against their client and he didn’t deny any of them.  In fact, the way Eric remembered the court hearings it seemed the defendant was even proud of what he had done.  No sign of remorse.  He could be a psychopath or just a really messed up person trying to right everything that went wrong in his life.

“Dad!”

“What?”

“You’re mumbling!”

Mary was a very keen observer even when she pretends to listen to music on her phone.  “Sorry.”

“What is it?”

Eric looked at her wondering if he should share information about the case.  Was she mature enough to understand?  He decided against it because many of the details of the case were too sensitive for a 16-year-old to hear.

“Nothing.  Well, actually, it’s something, but I can’t talk about it because the case is still on appeal.”

“Like I’d tell anybody.”

Eric looked at her; she had removed the earphones and was intently looking at him.  Maybe he should share some of it with her then he wouldn’t need to talk to himself.  What the hell! “Okay!  I’ll give you the bare facts,” he began, “but don’t ask me for more cause I can’t.”

“Deal.”

“Okay. Well,” he said, sighing, “there’s this guy, and he killed a lot of people.”

“Was he a serial killer?”

“You’d think! But, he wasn’t profiled as one because he didn’t kill at random.  He killed people who had something to do with his life.”

“Like what?”

“Well, those are the specifics that I can’t mention.  But, they were all terrible things.”

“So, he’s taking revenge, is that it?”

“Russell seems to think so.”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.  I’ve seen the guy.  I was the one who caught him.  He decapitated his victims.”

“What does decapitated mean?”

Eric turned around, surprised to hear Luke’s voice.  So, now he’s got both his kids listening to him.  This is great!  I hope I don’t screw this up.

“Well,” he said, wondering why Mary hadn’t butted in, “it means, he removed some of their body parts.  Chopped ‘em.”

“Which parts?” Luke asked.

“He can’t tell you that,” Mary said. 

“Why not?”

“Because he’ll get in trouble.  The case is still open.”

Thank you.  “That’s right!” Mary gave a triumphant smile to her brother who pouted at not getting the gruesome details of the murder.  “Anyway, the case was decided months ago.  He got the death sentence.”

“Gas?”

“Yes.”

“Cool!”

“Well, not quite,” Eric said a little shocked that his daughter thought of the death penalty (by gas) was cool. “You see, a man who claimed to be the defendant’s brother suddenly appeared and asked for an appeal.”

“Uncle Russell’s defending that murderer?”

“Well, yes, sweetie, he is.  That’s why we’re meeting up with him. I think he wants to consult something with me.”

“Okay,” Mary said.  “Luke and I will hang out on the playground so you guys can talk.”

“Why thank you, Mary!”

Mary smiled at him then put the earphones back on.  Luke settled in the backseat again, looking out the window instead of playing his PSP.  There was a thoughtful look on his face that Eric wondered whether he was imagining the decapitation process or the gas chamber.

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