Running Scared - In Search of Truth Pt1

My NaNoWriMo Entry for 2013.

Sinead and Tom are two like minded spirits who find that love is hard to share. They must overcome the everyday problems they have to find if Pokemon actually survive. From grimy Stockby, their search takes them to Malaysia and the truth, but can they handle the truth and will they be together at the end?

Please note that is not a novel about Pokemon.

Inspired by a conversation around a campfire.

Dedicated to the real Sinead. #iLECT


1. Missed Delivery

I scanned the road for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Still there was no sign of the delivery man. I'd taken the day off to wait in for the anticipated delivery. The package was due to arrive before noon. It was now after 1pm and I was getting anxious. Had I really just spent all my hard earned money on a package that would never arrive? Worse I'd also conned my girlfriend, Sinead, into buying into the hair-brained scheme.

A van turned the corner. Glancing through the net curtains, I noticed it was GH deliveries. I straightened up. The van slowed down, the driver obviously looking at numbers on the doors. It stopped at the bottom of my drive. I moved towards the front door anxious to get there before the red card came through. Too often I'd waited in for a delivery and found the card pushed through without anyone knocking.

I opened the door expectantly. My eyes took a while to adjust to the bright light of the afternoon. The uniformed delivery man appeared out of the rear door carrying a large package. I looked perplexed; it was totally the wrong shape. Watching I saw him disappear down the drive next door. False alarm.

I went back to my perch in the front room and gazed out, just in time for me to see the van disappear down the road. I settled back gazing down the road looking for movement on the corner that would signify a vehicle approaching.

Over the last year I'd got used to events not going to plan. Since my parents had been killed in a car crash eleven months ago, my world had been a blur. I'd been devastated at the time, just graduated from university and ready to start a job. The company I was due to join was good, very sympathetic. They'd kept my vacancy open for a couple of months, but as I showed no sign of going, they politely told me that there was no vacancy for me. I couldn't blame them. My parents death had hit me for six. I'd inherited their house and was now making a decent living as a free-lance web designer. Every day I thought of what had happened to mum and dad, but the incident had made me more determined not to let disappointment get to me.

I was still sat there when Sinead arrived home from college. She saw me sat in the window and waved, It was that little shy wave she did when we were out. It sort of said hello but I don't want to make a show. I looked at my phone, Just after five, no chance of the delivery arriving today. Had I made a gigantic mistake and lost us all the money we'd scrimped and saved.

The door opened and closed as Sinead let herself into the house. I sat routed to the spot still glancing down the street, now in a vain hope that the package would arrive now. Sinead came over, kissed me on the cheek. She stood silently beside me. There was still that awkwardness in our relationship, one I wondered if we'd ever be rid of. It was always the same. it seemed to take us ages to get back to being comfortable with each other every time we met. We'd known each other for quite a while, but only started a relationship quite recently.

'Has it arrived yet' she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head.

'No,' I said quietly placing my hand over hers feeling the warmth. A tingle went through my body, 'sat here all day waiting'

'Have you checked your email?'

I nodded

'Every few minutes', I said showing her the phone, 'nothing has arrived'

I could sense the disappointment in her. I'd let her down. She'd never admit it to me though. It was another trait I loved in her. She never showed outward emotions, at least not to me, although her sister told a different story.

A few minutes passed as I sat there looking out of the window, stroking Sinead's hand. I eventually looked up. She was looking down at me and for the first time I saw tears of disappointment forming in her eyes. I wasn't sure if it was the dismay of the package not arriving, or the fact that she'd believed it could possibly ever have been delivered.

I stood up and took her in my arms. I held her tight as I felt her silent sobs. I felt a wet patch develop on my shoulder as her tears came. At first she was lifeless in my arms, almost like a rag doll. However as the minutes pass she clung increasingly ever stronger to me. My eyes misted over as I felt the pain of disappointment, not just from the non-arrival, but from the way I'd let her down.

We were still stood there in the same position a couple of hours later when the sun set and the room got darker. By now the sobs had subsided, but she still held me as tight. I relaxed my grip and looked into her eyes. I'd never seen her like this. She always made out that she was the mentally strong type. She never let anyone see behind her armor.

As I cradled her head in my hands, I whispered that I loved her. She smiled back. It was that smile that she had that made me melt. When she smiled like this, the whole world lit up. She made my world complete.

'Let’s check the email again' she said. Instantly the armor was back up, she was back in business. A quick kiss and she'd broken from my grip and was on the way to my laptop. I followed in her wake.

Sinead quickly logged on to my account. It reminded me how she'd taken over my life, my thoughts and my heart.

'I'm going to email Kiyoshi now,' she resolved. Her fingers skated over the keyboard as she quickly composed an email.

'Hi Kiyoshi

We waited in all today for the Package to arrive. It's not arrived yet. Any idea what the problem is ?


I smiled when she signed us like that. She'd always said that we complimented each other so well, just like Gin and Tonic. Our names Sinead and Tom made the perfect combination of letters..

She pressed send and sat back.

'Want a sandwich, I'm starving' She said pulling herself up She kissed my cheek once again on the way out of the room into the kitchen. I sat down in front of the computer watching her leave. Her steely determination was back. I wasn't sure if I preferred the softer, more vulnerable Sinead or the one who showed little emotion. My eyes drifted towards the screen, waiting, willing a reply from Kioshi. I sat and waited, my mind drifting back to a few weeks ago when this incredible journey had begun.

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