“Meghan
are you okay?” father Howie inquired
“Go away,
just go away” Meghan hissed running down the front steps
She ran to her
car, hopped in, slamming the door, and sped off down the road,
her eyes slightly wet with tears.
“Right
that’s it, I'm not even going to think about Father Howie
anymore, he’s out of my mind, I'm going to find some one
else” Meghan decided as she wiped her eyes
~ THE CIRCUS ~
It was an hour
before the gates opened, and everyone seemed to be in a mad rush.
Stone Cold couldn’t stay, though he wanted to, because he
had an important wedding cake to decorate, so when duty calls
– duty calls. Mandy flicked her hair up into a
ponytail and threaded through some silver string. She
stretched quickly in her tight silver leotards, which despite
what people would say, were extremely uncomfortable. AJ
slid into the tent and coughed his presence.
“Oh Hey
AJ” Mandy smiled, as she sat down to apply her makeup
“Um, hey
Mandy, so um, you looking forward to tonight?” AJ stuttered
“Well
same as always, though I hear these Southerners are a weird bunch”
she laughed
“I think
you look um, really pretty”
“Thank
you” she winked
“So I
guess you’re sad to see Stone go” AJ sighed shuffling
his feet across the ground
“Oh yeah,
so-so” Mandy shrugged
“That
doesn’t sound to sad” AJ replied, his mood instantly
lifting
“Well
after all, we are only married so I could get citizenship and
then join the circus, I mean we kinda love each other, but we’re
more like friends, it’s more of a marriage of convenience
rather than love” she turned to look at AJ “You don’t
know about stone do you?” she questioned
“What do
you mean?”
“They
wouldn’t let him into the cake decorating business if he
wasn’t married, it’s one of those dumb rules they have,
and I would have been deported if I didn’t get married”
“Really?”
“Uhuh,
but don’t go telling everyone I have a two more months to
fill out, before we can divorce”
“But what
about the cake decorating association?
“If it’s
my fault the marriage ended, than it’s okay. I'm
thinking maybe having an affair is the way to go”
AJ smile grew,
till it was practically covering his entire face. He said a
quick pray of thanks before one of the ‘runners’ came
and announced he had to haul ass outta that tent.
~ AT THE SAME
TIME ~
“Thomas,
don’t put popcorn up your nose” Taymar sighed, taking
the popcorn away form him
Felicity
snuggled up onto Taymar’s lap, as Briar played around Brian’s
legs. He picked her up and stuck her gently on his lap, her
dark, semi-curly hair bouncing into his face.
“Daddy,
daddy, I want the horsey” Briar announced giggling eagerly
on his lap
“Well you
can watch the horsey, but I don’t think you can have it”
he replied softly
She smiled up
at him, her deep blue eyes looking around at the growing crowd
intently.
“See I
told you this would be fun” Brian said leaning over Thomas
to whisper in Taymar’s ear.
She smiled
briefly at him before turning her attention back to Felicity who
was tugging gently on her hair.
~ 20 MINUTES
LATER ~
“Who is
that?” Kayteline inquired looking out onto the clowns
“Uh
clowns” the dope in the black suit next to her replied
“God you
secret service guys are thick, I want to know his name, age,
height, weight, hair color, eye color and dating status,
understand?”
He nodded
quickly.
“Good
then go” she announced flinging her arm in disgust
He bolted
upright and marched out, another guy - who looked identical -
slid along the seat next to the first lady.
~ ORLANDO
– CARTER/GATES HOME ~
“Oh, oh,
looky it’s like my little bro, like, Aaron” BJ smiled
pointing wildly at the TV
“Like hi
Aaron” she laughed
“For god
sakes BJ he cant hear you” Cindy announced from the kitchen
as she poured herself a rum, with just a splash of coke.
“How do
you know?” BJ called back
Cindy threw
her hands in the air, and huffed loudly as she walked outside,
slamming the ranch slider behind her.
Nick was
busily swimming in the pool, trying to get some exercise or
something – Cindy was sure he just liked showing his body
off to anyone that just might be watching.
“Cindy
what’s that?” Nick inquired suspectly – as he
pointed to the drink in her hands
“Coke”
she shrugged sitting down onto one of the loungers
“With?”
“With a
straw” she replied sarcastically
“And?”
“And what”
she blurted
“Any rum?”
“No”
she lied
“Sure?”
“I'm sure”
she smiled “What are you my mother?” she huffed under
her breath
“What?”
Nick questioned spinning back around
“Nothing
sweetie” Cindy pouted sipping back on her drink.
~ ORLANDO
CHRUCH ~
“Your
sister seemed genuinely upset” Father Howie sighed
“So? She’s
a big girl” Robin shrugged “She’ll get over what
ever it was”
~ APARTMENT
308 – HEATHLEY ST, ORLANDO ~
Meghan
muttered to herself through her bitter tears as she ripped down
all the pictures of Father Howie she’d meticulously
plastered up behind her clothes in her cupboard. She threw
them quickly into the bin. Once done she picked the bin up,
along with the bottle of mentholated sprits she’d picked up
on the way home and sulked out onto the deck of her 3rd
story apartment.
With a thump
she place the bin full of pictures of Father Howie, she had
taken, when she’d been pretending to take photos of the
church itself, onto the deck and poured over the mentholated
sprits generously.
With a flick
of her wrist the match was lit. she took a deep breath and
dropped the match into the bin. With one quick engulfing
flame she watched her once prized possessions burn away to
nothing more than ashes.