The Connelly Chronicles 2: Beautiful Goodbyes
The Connelly Chronicles 2: Beautiful Goodbyes
The Real You
What the hell was I thinking? I knew the rules and restrictions placed upon my kind. I wasn’t an idiot, and yet, I broken them anyway. Dad was so going to kick my arse to hell and back on this one. No matter how good my intentions were I was going to pay anyway. Sometimes my life had a tendency to suck—badly. Tommy shook his head to clear it as he heard his father out in the hall. The man’s anger was crystal clear with every word he spoke
The Principal, Mr. Belrieve sat behind his desk and smiled coldly in his direction. The man had always had it in for him, and Tommy had never been able to work out why. No matter how hard he tried in school the man seemed to take great enjoyment in belittling him in front of the other faculty members and students. Tommy was pretty sure the only reason the principal was giving him an earful right now was because there were currently two policemen sitting in the room with them.
A knock sounded on the office door a second before it was opened and Mrs. Clarke led his father into the room. He hated seeing the disappointment in his father’s eyes and knowing he was the one who put it there.
“What’s going on? His father asked as soon as the door closed again. The presence of the police couldn’t be comforting.
Principal Belrieve cleared his throat and then smiled smugly at his father. “Well, David, Tommy is being expelled for the unprovoked and brutal beating of another student. The officers here will be able to fill you in on what further charges will be laid against your son. As you know this school has a zero tolerance policy on fighting. There are several witnesses who have placed the blame squarely on your son’s shoulders.”
Tommy snorted, this was so bogus. The principal hadn’t even attempted to listen to his side of things. He’d just declared him guilty and called the police and his father.
His father took the seat beside him and turned to face him. Tommy couldn’t read his face. “What do you have to say, Tommy?”
“There is nothing else to add.” Principal Belrieve snapped before Tommy even had time to form words. “He’ll lie through his teeth to get himself out of trouble.”
He smiled when his father locked gazes with the principal. “I’ve heard what you’ve had to say, Troy. Now I’d like to hear my son’s version of what happened today.”
The principal went to snarl something back when one of the police officers leant forward and spoke calmly. “I’d also like to hear this young man’s recollection of what occurred. Since we’ve been here you haven’t let him say one word, and enquiring minds have to wonder what you’re not letting us hear.”
“Son?” His father asked.
This was his chance. For better or worse he was going to get to explain and see where the cards fell. He just hoped they believed him. He already knew principal Belrieve wouldn’t. Tommy took a deep calming breath and began.
“Okay, so the bell had just rung for the end of class and I was busting to get to the loo. When I had finished and was heading out to eat lunch with Jesse and Marc there was a fight going on outside the toilet block. There was a huge crowd, seriously I have no idea how they all got there so fast. Anyway, I had to push my way through to see what was going on. When I got to the middle I found Trevor and his buddies beating up Alice.” He frowned, “I had to step in because it wasn’t fair odds. Four on one was just wrong. I mean, four on two wasn’t much better but someone had to have Alice’s back.” He smiled and winced as his split lip reopened. “I didn’t start the fight, but I sure as hell finished it.”
His left eye was rapidly swelling shut and his jaw ached like a bitch but deep down Tommy knew he’d do the same thing in a heartbeat if he came across the same situation. Because what Trevor and his friends had done was wrong, and everyone knew it.
A frown formed around his father’s eyes at the same time his lips pressed together in an angry line. “Are you telling me you got expelled for defending this girl?” His father turned and glared at the Principal. “Tell me, Troy. What’s going to happen to the other four boys involved in this fight?”
“The other students have all said it was Tommy who did the beating, Trevor, Jimmy, Andy, and Mike were only trying to get your son to stop.”
“What does this girl have to say? Can’t she tell you who her attackers were, or are you just going to railroad my son out of the school?”
“Dad, Alice isn’t a girl. His name is Alistair Greene. Everyone calls him Alice, because the rumour is that he’s gay. I don’t know if that’s true or not. He seems like a nice guy to me, but some people.”
“Tommy!” his father said his name abruptly and Tommy realised he had been rambling again. “Stick to the facts, son.”
“Sorry, Dad. The thing is, by the time I joined the fight Alice was already on the ground and the others were sinking their boots in.”
“What happened after the fight?”
“I don’t really know about anyone else, but Principal Belrieve dragged me in here. I don’t think he even talked to the others. He just told me I was a bad seed and was always going to be a bad seed like the rest of my fucked-up family. Then he told me I was going to be expelled. That’s when he called the police and you. I heard Mrs. Clarke say an ambulance had come and taken Alice to the hospital. He was hurt pretty badly. No one here will tell me how he is.” Tommy felt guilty that he hadn’t gotten there sooner to save Alice from getting hurt.
After he had finished relaying his side of events, Tommy sat back and listened half-heartedly to the conversation around him and allowed his thoughts to wander. He hadn’t meant to even get involved in the fight because wolf involvement in any altercations was dealt with swiftly and harshly. They were, and had always been classed as one of the most dangerous of all the species attending the school. Just because he was stronger than most people didn’t mean he was an arsehole who picked on the other students. Mainly he kept to his own little pack—a pack where Jesse McKenzie was there informal alpha. He never let them get too carried away, Jesse always kept them towing the line. Tommy threw a quick glance in the principal’s direction and was shocked to see the pure hatred aimed at his father.
“How can you expel my son and not even reprimand the other boys involved? If you go through with this then I’ll be forced to go over your head. If you punish my son unjustly I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you no longer hold your position as principal of this school. As far as I can see you are taking your dislike of me and using it against my son. It’s not Tommy’s fault that Leah chose me over you.”
The tension in the room skyrocketed as the principal stood and slammed both hands palm down on his desk as he leant toward his father and snarled. “You stole my fiancée.”
Whoa! His mum had once been engaged to his principal. No wonder the guy couldn’t stand the sight of him. Though, he was even more shocked when his father retorted.
“Leah was my mate. It wasn’t my fault the bond between us formed so strongly. It was your stupid jealousy and anger that pushed her into my arms. I loved her so damn much and then your drunken arse took her away from me when you ran the red light and ploughed into the side of my car. I lost my mate and all you got was a slap on the wrist for being a naughty boy.”
Both policemen jumped to their feet and separated the two arguing men when it looked like blows would be traded and blood might be shed.
“The expulsion stands.” Principal Belrieve stated when he finally got himself under control.
“Then kiss your job goodbye, Troy.” His father turned, the fury was still clearly written on his face. “Get your stuff together. We’re going home. I’ve got some phone calls to make.”
“I won’t lose my job, there are witnesses to the brutality your son dealt out.” The principal sneered.
As they reached the office door his father pulled him to a stop and turned once more to face the school principal. “Well, we’ll see what this Alistair has to say about what happened. Don’t get too comfortable in that seat of yours, because I doubt if it’ll be yours for much longer.”
As they left and made their way out of the building Tommy could still hear the principal cursing behind them. None of the ladies who worked in the office looked their way. Even though they didn’t, Tommy knew not all of them agreed with how things panned out. They knew the truth about what had happened. By the time they reached the car the police had caught up with them Officer Sanderson handed his father a business card and said they would be in touch after they were able to talk to Alice.
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NaNoWriMo: Day 23 and I haven’t written a bloody word… and have no hope in hell of catching up. Real life just got in the way. Everything seems to be happening at once… Daughter moving to Brisbane… I’m moving and have to be out within the next 3 weeks (I think I told you my house sold)… Doing renovations with my brother at the new place and unpacking what I can there before the furniture arrives. I promise next year I will be back to writing like I usually am. This year has just been chaotic madness. 2017 has got to be better than 2016.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” Austin growled out loud into the night. How the hell did he get himself mixed up in this shit? Moving to America to get away from the bad influences in his life was supposed to be a good thing. And now, here he was handcuffed in a gazebo with his jeans down around his ankles. Beau and Charlie were dead meat when he finally got free – he was going to kick both his cousin’s arses.
At twenty one years of age he was tired of playing nice. Nice got you know where – except for your family chaining you to a Goddamn gazebo in a park in the middle of God knows where. Tomorrow was the 4th of July and they had told him how come sunrise the nice folks of Crater Falls would be arriving to get there celebrating on. Austin just couldn’t believe they had left him here. They had just walked away laughing.
The moment he saw the flash lights he knew he was in trouble. What if these people weren’t friendly? How was he supposed to defend himself when he was chained like he was? How embarrassing was it to get busted with your cock swinging free and easy in front of complete strangers? Panic set in with his next thought, what if the person approaching wasn’t friendly? He could end up raped or worse – he could wind up dead. Tears prickled at his eyes but he would not let them fall. There was no way in hell he was going to face this crying like a baby.
The men stopped a few feet away and pointed their torch beams at him. “Well what do we have here?” One asked – Austin could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Don’t tease him, Vince.” The second guy hit the Vince on the shoulder, “Son, your aunty rang to let us know what happened. Asked us to come and set you free.”
Staring in mortification at the two men who stepped closer and he got his first good look at them. Vince was an older man with greying hair at the sides, his eyes twinkled with mirth at the predicament that Austin had found himself in. “Their Daddy did the same thing to me when we were kids, but I had no one to come set me free. There I was in all my naked glory tied to a light post when Crater Falls woke up. Still haven’t lived it down thirty years later. If Mac was still alive he would be proud as a pig in shit that the boys had taken after him.”
The guy, who wasn’t Vince, was drop dead gorgeous. With the lightest blue eyes he had ever seen. Even in the dark they stood out pale – man he would love to see them in the light of day. Then again if they arrested and locked him for indecent exposure he would get to see them. Heat flooded his body as his errant cock started to fill at the sight before him. Fuck! Couldn’t the be-all-and-end-all open up the ground and swallow him – talk about embarrassing.
As soon as his hands were free Austin reached down and pulled up his pants. Covering his erection before it got any more noticible.
Have you ever woken up and thought where the hell am I? I seem to be doing that a lot lately .I wake up and look around me only to have no clue how I got here, or how to find my way back to where I started from. Then there are the days like right now when I actually believe it may be better if I gave up the fight and let the other side win. I just wish I knew who the hell the other side was.
Julian McKenna rested his head back against the dirty wall where he sat. His body still trembled from whatever caused him to end up where he was right now. He could have sworn last night he went to sleep in his own bed in Cannon City. For fucks sake, he’d even begged his roommate, Davie to tie him to the fucking thing. As uncomfortable as it was at being restrained he knew deep down when he closed his eyes he’d be safe, yet when he opened his eyes today he was once again bodily in a place he shouldn’t be. Hell, by looking around at his surroundings Julian wasn’t even completely sure he was even still on Earth. But if he wasn’t on Earth, then where the hell was he?
The sound of approaching footsteps had Julian instantly on guard his body alert to whoever was heading in his direction. Usually on these little jaunts he never encountered other people so this was all knew to him and was frightening and a little exhilarating if he was being honest. Maybe now he’d finally get some answers about whatever was happening to him. Yet his gut instinct was telling him to tuck tail and run like hell. Screaming at him not to look back, because his brain wasn’t going to be able to handle what was coming after him.
Pity Julian had never ever listened to reason.
The fear mechanism in his brain must have been malfunctioning since birth, because when normal people would be running for their lives Julian usually stood his ground and faced everything head on. Whereas Julian thought of it as bravery others proclaimed it was stupidity, and at this moment in time he wasn’t quite sure who was right—today it was looking to be a pretty even race.
Slowly getting to his feet and making as little noise as possible. Julian pressed his entire body against the grimy wall at his back and waited. With whatever was heading in his direction, he had all intentions of meeting it standing on his feet.
The footsteps of the unseen being changed slightly, and Julian got the impression maybe they’d just realised they were no longer alone. The strange thing was Julian felt no sense of malice drifting in the atmosphere. Whoever the unseen person was he wasn’t there to harm Julian. Maybe he didn’t know Julian was there at all.
Julian’s heart rate sped up as a shadow appeared at the corner of the building across from him. Whoever was coming was almost upon him, and now it was too late to run—even if his brain allowed him to do so.
The being which stepped around the corner wasn’t at all what Julian was expecting. For a moment Julian was dumbfounded as he took in the man from head to toe. His waist length blonde hair fell in a golden shower down his tall and whisper thin body. Skin so pale, yet with just a hint of a golden sheen enthralled Julian enough that he’d taken a step toward the man without a conscious thought in what he was doing. The man’s age was undetermined. His flawless features drew Julian’s gaze to the shocked and the seemingly innocent crystal clear blue eyes before him.
The man’s clothing was odd and somewhat different from the attire Julian wore. It consisted of tight form fitting trousers and a looser shirt, though the shirt fit snugly around the chest and shoulder’s it fell loosely to mid-thigh, and was the deepest shade of midnight blue, Strangely, it suited the man perfectly. On closer inspection Julian made out the intricate Celtic looking design done is silver thread around the neckline and base of the tunic.
“You came back to me.” Though shocked at the words Julian found it hard not to note the lyrical tone to the man’s voice. “I never thought my call would be answered.”
With a trembling hand the beautiful man reached out and cupped Julian’s stubbled cheek. Julian’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, deep inside something told him this was where he was meant to be—this place felt like home.
“Where are we? Who are you?” Julian fought to keep his voice strong as he forced his eyes open, and once again locked gazes with the man before him.
Pain or maybe hurt washed over the man’s face before he finally spoke. “My name is Oleander Marris. I’d almost given up all hope of ever having you by my side. As to where we are, I would only offer this advice. You are where you need to be, and where I’ve always been. Right here waiting…”
The first thing to flood Julian’s mind was not the fact he still had no clue where he was, but the man standing in front of him was named after a poisonous flowering bush. What kind of parents did that to their child?
“Oleander, huh? Do you mind if I call you Olli?” He asked casually. Fear spiked through him momentarily when the sense of more people heading their way. “On second thoughts, I think we need to get away from here unless we want more people here with us.”
The slight widening of Olli’s eyes told Julian the other man hadn’t sensed the approach of yet more people. Shock rocketed through him when Olli grabbed his hand, and threaded their fingers together. Silently he began leading Julian through the narrow and shadow filled streets.
“Who’s following us, Olli?” Julian asked as he followed as closely and as quickly as he could.
An unmistakable shudder ran through Olli’s body. “It’s probably the Fearmac and we do not want to be caught by them.”
“And just who are the Fearmac?” Julian demanded as he pulled Olli to a stop.
“Your family, and we’ve been running from them for as long as I can remember.”
With that one small revealing sentence it was like the walls inside his mind came crashing down. Everything that had once been lost was now open for his perusal. The first and clearest thing was his name—Jewelian Fearmac. First born son of Lorkian Fearmac, and heir to the throne of Abidan Kapalli.
Wherever the hell that was.
I suppose I should start off with the last thing I can remember from my past… it’s complicated, so I won’t go into great details, I’ll just stick to the main facts. Well, here we go.
I’d been in an on again off again relationship with Jess Campbell for almost three years, when I came home one day to find that he was not alone, no need to say what they were doing, but suffice to say I well and truly blew my top. I called them every name I could lay my tongue to, and then threw them out. The unit was in my name; Jess was sometimes my live in visitor.
I stayed in the apartment for three days, I was too ashamed to face the neighbours, whom I was sure heard every little thing that I had said, I wondered how many of them had known about Jess and my best friend Alyson. Not much went unnoticed in our building, they would never come right out and tell me, but they’d whisper behind closed doors and for me that was enough… anyway I digress so I must return to the facts.
For three days I had wallowed in my own pain at how I could have been so blind, but I had put the three days to good use, I had rid the apartment of anything that would remind me of Jess. I boxed it all up neatly to have it returned to him. The only thing I destroyed were the pictures featuring the both of us, the rest I gave to him. I gave him anything we had brought together only keeping what I knew was mine. It all fit into five boxes.
The funny thing is while I packed those boxes I thought it was strange, almost sad that after three years that’s all we had gotten together. Our lives together fit into five boxes. I felt a great weight lift off my shoulders during the packing. This was the first time I had ever packed up his stuff, and I knew it was the right thing for me to do, I felt free.
The hardest part was picking up the phone to call him, having to hear his voice. I breathed a sigh of relief when his brother Conner answered. I explained how I wanted Jess’s stuff gone, and he agreed to come straight around and pick it up. I’d never liked Conner, not even as a friend, and as uncomfortable as I was in having to be under his questioning and mocking gaze, I was grateful that I didn’t have to face Jess and the humiliation he would make me feel… or he would smile that smile and my knees would go weak and I would give in just like I always did. You think I don’t know I’m a fool where Jess is concerned. I loved him, but we won’t go into that bit of insanity.
I’d just made a coffee when a knock came at the door, it couldn’t be Conner already he was still at least twenty minutes away. My heart all but stopped when I looked through the spy hole and saw Jess’s smiling face. Damn, it looked as though I was going to face him after all.
“Hello Jess.” It was the only thing I could think of to say. I never even got the ess out before I was knocked flat on the floor. Not by Jess, he’d never hit me, he didn’t believe in hitting people. So he had his friends do it for him. Alyson, my supposedly best friend’s foot caught me just below the rib cage but I managed to roll with the kick.
My mouth was bleeding as I looked up at Jess who was calmly sitting on the couch watching as his friends beat me to death. His smile faltered momentarily as I pushed myself up enough to stand. There were three of them Alyson, and two guys I’d never seen before. I don’t mind telling you I was scared shitless. I knew I wasn’t going to make it out alive. This had always been my worst fear a slow and painful death and Jess knew it.
I couldn’t even comprehend what Alyson was screaming at me because my attention was focused solely on Jess and his smile. The two guys hit me from either side and I felt my legs break, I had never felt such excruciating pain before in my life. At that point in time I was willing myself to die as they rained blow after blow upon me, and that’s where my memory stops.
That was almost a year and a half ago now… to be precise it was fifteen months, eleven days, six hours, four minutes and the seconds keep ticking by. I only found out two hours ago I was still alive. I woke up here in the hospice and they called me Mr. Campbell. I nearly had heart failure as I saw the silver ring on my hand, Jess immediately sprang to mind and I’m ashamed to admit I threw up at the whole idea. The thought of Jess being anywhere near me was enough to make me fall apart. That smile… the smile I’d always loved, now filled me with insurmountable amounts of terror. But it turns out my fear wasn’t warranted when the nurses were leaving my room I heard them mention Conner.
My mind raced. Is this some cruel joke, some sort of twisted revenge for all the times I’d always ignored him completely. I didn’t know for sure, but I was going to find out. They told me my husband would be arriving shortly.
By the way did I mention that the year is now 4320 and my name is Logan Doyle. I suppose that would be Logan Campbell now, and I am twenty one years old, though I must have missed my last two birthdays. Not that it matters.
I should also tell you a bit about our world and our way of life. There’s not much to tell really. Basically the world has changed, there really isn’t any system to things. We seemed to have depopulated, and nobody really knows why or how, all they know for sure is over the last twenty years the earth just shed itself of about three quarters of each species. Now those who survived are gathering together all set on making the same damn mistakes that brought this down on us in the first place
This is where my story begins and my life becomes complicated.