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

5Likes
13Comments
2242Views
AA

12. Plans are Made

‘In my darkest hours I could not foresee

That the tide could turn so fast to this degree

Can't believe my eyes

How can you be so blind?

Is the heart of stone, no empathy inside?

Time keeps on slipping away and we haven't learned

So in the end now what have we gained?’

Within Temptation

 

It was way after seven in the evening when we finally made it back home. We’d had a joyous afternoon wandering around hand in hand through the streets of nearby Sheffield. Sinead never cared much for shopping, except for games.She cared even less for clothes shopping and her opinions of some of the ‘female’ shops on the high street were quite amusing at times. It was refreshing in this day and age that she had no fashion sense at all. She was happy in jeans and T-shirts, which was fine by me. Some of the ridiculous costumes that Sinead’s counterparts wore around town made me wonder if they were really trainee whores. There was so much flesh on display and tight hugging clothing that exposed their bodies that you wondered sometimes why they bothered with the clothes at all.

 

The highlight of the day for me, and by the way Sinead kept looking at it, was our visit to the jewellers to buy an engagement ring. I hadn’t told her that I was planning on going as I wanted to surprise her, and boy was she startled. I’d expected that we’d be ages before she picked the right one. She however seemed to have already picked one out. It was almost as if she knew exactly which one. She did half heartedly look at another couple of rings, but I could see by the adoring look on her face that she prefered the one she’d seen straight away. It was a single diamond in a gold slender mount. I glanced at the price fearing the worse, but was pleasantly surprised that the price was reasonable, well it was about the same as a laptop. I’d had been willing to go to the price of a macbook. I later found she’d already picked the ring out before we even met.

 

All day Sinead made sure that everyone saw her ring. She exuded a child like quality that belied her usual maturity. We bought a few bits and bats from shops and spent an inordinate length of time in Waterstones browsing. Such was our euphoria, that we spent rather more than we intended, both of us coming out with a new Kindle and a stack of paper books. Reading was our passion, although I daresay neither us had read much since we moved in together. There always seemed to be something else to do.

 

We’d stopped on the way back at a pub chain where was sat in a darkish corner, looked into each others eyes, sipped a bottle of champagne and eaten not much. Life didn't get much better than this. We interrupted our journey  at the local shop on the way home. We picked up the essentials and another bottle of champagne before heading for ou home.

Everything looked normal when we arrived back at the house. I pulled the car up the drive and parked it in front of the garage. Pulling the boot release, we got out of the car and went to pick up our purchases from the boot. Sinead kissed me as I closed the boot. Yes life was good.

 

We walked hand in hand up the steps to the front door. It was then our life changed, all the good atmosphere from the afternoon disappeared in four small words that was smeared over our door in red paint. the paint crudely applied.


Sinead GoTo Hell

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...