Christmas With Holly
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by Dana Littlejohn
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Running away from her problems wasn't something that RaKeesha 'Holly' Black usually did, but she needed time alone to work this one out. She headed for the peace and solitude of her parents cabin in Vermont. She hid at the cabin licking her wounds thinking the pain would never go away until a snow storm came along and trapped her inside with just what she needed for her healing to really begin.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [50 KB]
Reading time: 27-38 min.
It was another bright Saturday morning in December. RaKeesha walked the almost deserted blocks of Manhattan pulling her scarf higher on her face, pushing through the wind. Looking up at another street sign she sighed and crossed yet another street and continued walking in the frosty air. Finally, she saw a limousine half a block ahead of her and quickened her pace. Soon she saw streamers blowing in the wind outside of St. Anthony's Church along with other decorations leading to the church doors.
She stood in front of the huge church taking in the beautiful decorations someone took the time to tie to the railings so the wind wouldn't carry them away. Taking a deep breath, she went up the long steps, swung open the heavy double doors and walked inside. The couple at the altar turned to look at her along with the wedding party and a full congregation of guests. No one said a word as they gave her the barest of glances, all but ignoring her arrival as they turned their attentions back to the ceremony.
Stunned and shocked that they would shun her in such a manner, she opened her coat and pulled out her special guests, two Uzis. This time the couple, the wedding party and all the guests screamed and scattered like leaves in the wind leaving the bride standing at the altar hiding behind her veil.
Smiling, RaKeesha moved closer. She glanced at the lovely velvet roses, red satin bows and ribbons all around the church. Everywhere she looked was decked in bright red and white decorations except for the pews. They were lined with bright gold ribbons and included a large poinsettia on them to bring in the holiday season. She scoffed then twisted her lips as she turned to address the bride.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this lovely? It's very appropriate for the season without being all Christmassy. Did you pick all this out by yourself or did you have a coordinator?" She went on without waiting for an answer. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm going to blow all this shit up anyway."
She pointed her Uzis at all the decorations along the walls, the pews and the archway she stood under and blew it all away. She looked around again nodding and grinning, and then turned back to the bride.
"Oh, and this dress, uh-uh, way to pretty. I can't stand how pretty it is, with all the lace and the pearls and the bling of the rhinestones shining, and it's off the shoulders. Mmmhmm, it's got to go, too."
She aimed her guns at the terrified looking bride and fired blowing away her dress until just rags hung off her shapely young body. RaKeesha looked on them with a satisfied sigh.
"Yes, that's much better."
The bride looked down at her dress and screamed. She reached up to touch her hair and sighed with relief when she found it still intact.
RaKeesha grinned again positioning her babies to target the pile of curls. As RaKeesha fired away at the bride's tresses, her mad scientist laugh echoed over the noise of the guns as well as the horrified scream of the bride.
Suddenly she sat straight up in her bed sweaty and breathing hard. "What the hell?"
RaKeesha looked around the room frantically. Realizing where she was she flopped back on her pillow and let out a sigh of relief.
"See, and that's why I had no business being in the city when they got married. I'd be in jail right now."
She lay there for a few minutes longer before getting up and starting her day. Once in the kitchen she put on a pot of tea and opened her laptop. Going through her mail quickly she sighed and picked up her cell phone.
"Yes, hello," a gruff voice on the other end said.
"Hi, Dad, it's me. I got your e-mail. What's up?"
"Holly, honey, are you all right? Where are you? Are you still in Vermont?"
"Yes, Dad, I'm still out here. What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. The question is what's wrong with you? You've been out there for two weeks sulking over that bum. The man is married now. So what. He wasn't any good anyway and now he's someone else's problem. You should be happy."
"Thanks, Dad, your pep talks always make me feel better."
"Holly, don't be such a wiseass. All I'm saying is I told you a long time ago that he was no good. His true colors finally came out enough for you to see it too. You've been broken up since February; it's time to move on. Do you hear me, sweetheart? He's not worth crying over and he wasn't worthy of you."
"I hear you, Dad. I know."
"When are you coming home?"
She sighed. "I'm leaving tonight. I saw on the internet that a snowstorm was coming this way."
"Good, you get out of there before that stuff comes. You don't want to be stuck out there for Christmas. You should be home with your family."
"Yes, Dad. I'll leave tonight and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, Holly. I'll see you tomorrow."
After breakfast, Holly spent the rest of the day packing and cleaning the cabin she all but grew up in. She's been hiding out there for two weeks, but had originally only come with the idea of staying the weekend.
When she got word that Reggie was marrying that girl she had seen him with earlier in the summer she had flipped. She couldn't believe it. Her mind filled with questions that only he could answer.
How could he be marrying someone else after just breaking it off with her in February? It was bad enough that he had already started dating again, but marriage? Did she mean so little to him? She was angry, she was hurt and she just had to know if it were true. Rumor had it they were having dinner at some really fancy restaurant on Fifth Avenue, so she stormed into the restaurant to confront him.
She found them having dinner along with his parents and what had to be the bridal party. The best man was in the middle of his toast to wish them well on their nuptials the next day. Stunned by the scene she just stood there. Reggie excused himself from the table and walked over to her. He promptly chastised her for interrupting his rehearsal dinner reminding her how over it really was and then had her escorted from the restaurant.
Blinded by tears of embarrassment, hurt and frustration of not knowing how she even got to this place in her life, she packed a bag and drove herself to her parent's cabin in Vermont. She didn't want to be in the same city when he got married, not even the same state. She spent the next few days riding her very own emotional roller coaster, leaving her phone off and not checking her e-mail asking herself over and over what happened.
After crying herself dry, she came to grips with the situation and was too embarrassed to go home at the time so she stayed another week. But with Christmas in two days, she couldn't put it off any longer. It was time to reconnect to the world.
Packed and ready to go, she called her family to let them know her plans for leaving were set. Figuring there was enough time before the storm closed in she ate and took a nap for the long trip back to New York City. Unfortunately as she slept, the snow showed up early and already left a few inches on the ground, making her early evening trip home a slow drive. In a small town outside of The Pocono's a New York State policeman stopped her.
"Yes, Officer. Can I help you?" she asked, rolling down her window.
"Ma'am, there's big storm coming this way. We're advising all drivers to return to where they were unless you're distance is short to make in less than an hour. The roads ahead are already starting to ice over. Are you going to the city?"
"Where are you coming from?"
"A cabin in Vermont."
He nodded. "I think it best you return to Vermont. It's closer for you than trying to get all the way to New York City. That storm is going to hit in about two hours time. The snow is really starting to come down now."
"Back to Vermont?"
"Yes, ma'am, at least for the night. That will give the crews time to clear the snow from the roads and get them salted. Vermont is closer and safer at this point than you going on to New York City."
She sighed realizing he was right. "Thank you, Officer. I will." She turned her car around and waved at the officer heading back where she came from. "Figures. I spend three hours on the road just to turn around and spend three more hours and not get anywhere," she mumbled as she retraced her steps back to the cabin.
Tired from her six-hour trip to nowhere and the late hour, she left her car in front of the cabin instead of parking in the garage out back as usual. Then stomped though the accumulating snow leaving her bags behind in the car and went straight to her room where she passed out.