Telling The Story (Part – 39) Snow Angel

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This story contains sexual content, violence, coarse language and consumption of alcohol.

It is rated R and is for readers 18+ only.
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Telling The Story (Snow Angel)

The lights were too bright and the was seat remarkably uncomfortable. 

“Fear is the first part of bravery. It is the beginning to an end where hopefully a new start awaits.” I said calmly.

“Are you afraid now?” The handsome evening talk show host in the dark suit asked.

“Definitely,” I rubbed my hands on my knees as chuckles sounded off in the audience. I don’t understand why they found that funny.

“Adley your story has touched millions in ways that even I didn’t think possible.” He said as he touched his tie for the third time. “For most of your life, you’ve lived in fear of those who could not forgive a child. Has that changed?”

I smiled and nodded. “I have reached out to anyone who wants to talk and though there are those that are still angry they are content with my offer.”

The man behind the desk picked up a book, one that I knew well. One that I had a big part in writing.

“This is the book Adley, which changed your life and the hearts of millions. The Monster’s Medicine.” He patted his hand on the top as he set it on the desk cover out for everyone to see. “Tell me what you did that soothed the heartache of Killer K’s victims.”

I liked that he said Killer K’s victims and not ‘your victims’ to me.

“Every cent of profit from the sale of this book is for the families of the victims of my biological father and for an outreach program for other families victimized by violent crimes.”

“Now,” The man said and grinned. “You signed a deal for a motion picture is that correct?”

“Yes.” I gripped my hands in my lap to steady their shaking.

“And the deal remains the same?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask why?” He asked and leaned closer with his head tilted slightly.

I looked around the bright studio set; there were hundreds of people beyond the blinding lights waiting for an answer. The only answer I can give them because it’s the only one I have. 

“I will not profit from murder.”

He grinned. “Well, folks there you have it. I can say I’ve spent some time with Adley, and this is genuinely who she is. Admirable and true to her heart.” He looked back to me. “Let’s go back to the moment when you realized you needed to reach out to those affected by Killer K’s victims. What happened there?”

“Um…” I paused a moment to recall the worst day of my adult life. “It was right after I let the lifeless hand of my boyfriend go, He had been stabbed repeatedly.”

“He died that day.” The host said and gave my hand a squeeze.

“Yes, just before they rushed him in to the hospital from the ambulance. I went through the motions that a crime like this brings. When it was done I sat in a large waiting room bewildered by Deena’s actions and reasoning. Friends and family flitted about me as we waited for my brother who was getting stitches. It was as if I was stuck in my head. I was unable to move or to participate in life.”

“What did you do?”

“I realized that despite being a child and not knowing better, it didn’t change what happened. All I could do was, say I’m sorry and I had to try. If only to help those like Deena, that I hurt, to find some peace. I can’t undo murder, but I can try to undo the hate and pain. I just hoped it wasn’t too late.”

The applause was deafening and it startled me, that caused an eruption of laughs and cheers. Once everyone settled down my interviewer, a well known late night television personality that frankly made me feel star struck, reached over and patted my hand.

“I must say the way you wrote the story, as a journey as an adult with flashbacks of your childhood to set each chapter scene was brilliant.”

“I’d like to say it was all me but I had a lot of help writing the book.”

“You certainly did. What do you say audience should I bring out Adley’s co-author and husband?”

The cheers this time were just as loud but consisted mostly of cheers and whistles.

“Come on out.”

I stood as Locke walked out from the side where he had stood the entire time. He insisted I do this on my own, that he not take any of the credit. Without any pretense, he kissed me briefly and we hugged.

“I’m so proud of you.” He said quietly and because of the microphones, everyone heard.

“The renowned thriller and romance author, Locke Wyvern.” Our host gestured at Locke.

Again, the applause ramped up to a craze. Live audiences are fun. Locke unveiled himself as Kyle V. Crowne after dying twice that day. Life is too short to hide, he’d said. Then he suggested I tell my story and together we came up with the plan to write the book and tell the world my side of what happened. I took the power away from the haters and made something good.

“You’re a lucky man.”

“In every way possible,” Locke said and laced his fingers with mine causing awe’s from the audience.

Yeah being married to the world’s most romantic man has definite perks. Since that day, he’s been on a roll with his writing. His books have taken on a more serious and real edge that compliments the gregarious romance perfectly.

“So Locke, tell us about your newest project.”

There was a loud commotion from the audience and Locke gave my hand a squeeze.

“Well, I think I may have to try something new, something daring and out of my comfort zone.”

“Do tell.” Our host leaned closer eagerly and I looked at Locke uncertain of what he meant.

“I think I’ll have to try my pen at writing children’s books.”

I covered my mouth as my face blazed red. Our families and friends knew but only as of two days ago before we came to New York. The audience went crazy and by the time we left the studio, I was exhausted from all the well wishes and congratulations. We had a busy schedule, two more talk shows, three appearances at events and two fundraisers to attend.

Locke and I spent our time having as much fun and sex as we could. We laughed constantly, became best friends and I get to fall in love with him every day. I didn’t spend every waking moment in fear, guilt, and sadness anymore. I had no secrets because the world knew the truth, and in that truth, I lived.

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Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

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Thank you to all that took the time to read Snow Angel. It was fun to write this winter romance as there is a genuine romance to snow in all it’s forms. As always I appreciate all comments and compliments along the way as they help me grow as a writer. It warms my heart that so many take the time to read and fall in love with my characters and stories. Thank you again. I hope you all enjoyed Adley and Locke’s romance as much as the next story.

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Coming Up Next:  Haven

HHaven is the story of a young woman who is plagued with a bout of bad luck. Keeping her head up while being knocked down can take a toll on even the strongest of people. Determined to keep her chin up and her heart from being broken again she pushes forward. Can Haven resist the charm and persistence of the man who sees the real Haven beneath her façade?   .haven

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12 comments on “Telling The Story (Part – 39) Snow Angel

  1. […] ← Blaming A Child (Part – 37) Snow Angel Telling The Story (Part – 39) Snow Angel → […]

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  2. Nel says:

    Haha! Cim you almost had me! I thought Locke died for real and I was going to say, woah! that’s not usual for you killing off a main!” But he “died” twice while trying to be saved. Clever. Enjoyed Snow Angel and very much look forward to Haven! 🙂

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    • Thanks, I’m glad you liked it. I was chuckling this morning when I hit “post” and I though about your book hangover, I realized I get something similar when I post a story’s last chapter. It’s hard to say goodbye but necessary. I can see why authors either can’t end a story or keep writing sequel after sequel… sigh.

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      • Nel says:

        Story hangover! I don’t want to say goodbye to your stories either but I can’t help but get excited about the next one cause you get more creative than the last one I feel like. 🙂

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        • I learn as I go. I do take the comments and constructive criticisms I get seriously. They help guide me to write better. Haven was actually written before Verena in Evermont and Climbing Ivy, I hesitated because I wasn’t sure if people would get Haven and who she is. But I figure the worst that could happen is someone doesn’t like it/her and I get harsh comments or emails, the best case, at least one reader will love Haven’s journey.

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  3. Cimm, this was indeed your best write yet. It had every element possible and you moved through the story with eloquence grace grit and determination. You showed a character with strength and determination and a love unequalled between the two main characters. It was real, it was inviting, it was gripping. I love that she wasn’t a whiney snivelling little #$#$@. All too often that’s who they are and become. You showed her true colours from beginning to end, and never wavered. She continued to be who she was. Thank you.

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    • Wow, thank you. I’m thrilled that you enjoyed the story and the characters. Writing them is like weaving a piece of heart and soul into the story. It was funny, I was sitting at my computer editing another story and contemplating what to do for the next one I post. It was snowing big fat flakes and I thought about how romantic snow can be and poof, Adley and Locke came to life. I find inspiration in the simplest of places and I find the drive in my fans and friends.

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  4. Sheryl says:

    OMIGOSH! I loved this story, I agree with CovertNovelist, This is your best write yet. Now on to catch up on Haven. So excited.

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