Free BOMAW 1-3 by Mercedes Keyes Page B

rumbling of his motorcycle as it roared in and out of his yard. Before him, her solitude and isolation had been instrumental in the healing of her inner being. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. Alone she had been able to do some serious soul-searching. Alone she'd been able to focus on being consistent with the entries of her journal. Scribbling her deepest thoughts. Writing through one spectrum of a painful event, to the unraveling of how it eventually manifested. Ending with what she had determined was the cause, and the prevention. The understanding, insight and wisdom that she'd gained, and how would it best be applied to her and her future life, and the decisions she would make. She was trying to grow. She was trying to become this person she'd held up in her mind's eye that was a worthy inspiration and role model. Then smack dab in the middle of all these discoveries and awakenings...he showed up. To this point, the past year of her life had taken on the smooth simplicity of a well-orchestrated concert...the music calming and soothing the unrest within as a hypnotic potion to lull one into blissful peace.
    The suddenness of his presence had brought the concert abruptly to silence, making her stand, stare and wonder...who would dare disrupt what she had carefully laid for her pleasure? No matter how she tried to resume the harmonious balance that she'd created, it could not be recaptured. Because as she already knew...a person of her nature and being could not sit forever in a concert playing just for herself. She needed someone in her life, problem was...she was scared to death to trust someone with all that she had so carefully fixed and put together in her heart and mind. She'd established a good foundation in which to move onward from, but it was still fragile. To build on it would mean careful construction, because she couldn't bring herself to take on a relationship that might possibly prove to collapse later on down the road…when the frame was up, walls were in, windows and doors installed. It would crush her, and she couldn't chance it, but there he was. The feelings had already taken root as her mind kept cultivating the possibilities.
    Bringing her down also was the fact that three weeks had passed since he'd tried to contact her or approach her again after the weekend the boys were up. She tried to carry on as if it didn't matter, but it did. It bothered her to the point that too much thought of it already brought tears to her eyes. Because here she was dwelling on him, and he probably hadn't thought another thing of her since she charged into her house and slammed the door. Sin or not, her pride was paramount. It bothered her that he had in such a short time, already possibly broken through her carefully-laid defenses. The stress she was starting to feel now was the very thing she was trying to avoid in her life. Now she felt anger that he had so carelessly disrupted her peace. Yet the anger was short-lived as time went by with still no attempt to contact her. She tried to go on and ignore the things he said. She tried to block out the image of him. She tried to kill the longings he'd rekindled, but her trying was not good enough. Nothing she thought, conjured up in her mind, seemed to work to dispel what she was feeling.
    It was growing colder, fall was quickly switching over to winter. The wind blew sharper. The temperature was dropping at night, leaving a chill in her open house that meant...soon, she'd have to start stacking firewood within. Something she realized she should have started a while ago. Walking through the house with her black knit stretch pants on and an oversized black sweater, she was gearing up to go out to the woods. She would start marking dead and falling trees that were dry or drying, for burning. A young man in town already posted that he would come on anyone's property, cut up their wood and stack it for them for a fee. She started looking for where she put the flyer to call