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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
°°° First Kiss °°° • Philadelphia, Pennsylvania• -Colonel William’s Residence- "Hey, sweet face, I’m at the gate." Standing in front of the PVC white-picket-fenced building, Sean, in black baggy joggers and a silver hoodie sweatshirt, strained his eyes to try to confirm movement within the house. In a minute, the front door opened, and Karen stepped out. She was clad in a black quilted jacket over a milky-brown cropped cami top, with blue ripped jeans and black combat boots. "Are we still walking a dog?" Sean asked as she got to the gate. She was looking outstanding. "A bit too much for you?" She smiled and pulled open the swing gate. "Well… "Not really," Sean laughed with a shrug. "You look perfect no matter the occasion," he smiled and stepped in. Karen smiled as she stared at him for a while, neither of them moving, both smiling foolishly at themselves. "You know at this point, you should be kissing me," Karen suddenly said while nodding. Sean was taken aback and lite
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
°°° Mutual Feelings °°° •Roxborough Dog Park• The walk to the dog park took them roughly thirty-three minutes. Although the walking distance from Karen’s house on Kingsley Street to the Roxborough dog park typically takes just about eight minutes, Nuke was playful, and Karen wasn’t making the situation any easier with her encouragement for Nuke to "misbehave." On the bright side, they were able to make a couple bucks after Karen made the dog perform tricks on the road. Passersby who were impressed gave what little they could squeeze out. Karen made them stop at three different spots so Nuke would perform tricks, and at each spot, they spent almost eight minutes. "I am never helping you walk Nuke, never again," Sean stretched as they released the hybrid German Shepherd into the off-leash area after taking off her leash. "What?" Karen laughed as she stuffed her mouth with cheeseballs. "What do you mean by "what"?" "You made almost seventy dollars busking with Nuke,
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
°°° Welcome to the Family °°° • Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • Under the illumination of the moon, the street was calm, with people walking home from wherever they were coming from. Almost every three minutes, someone would walk by with a dog or two. They were mostly coming from the Roxborough dog park. Amongst them were the attention-stealing trio. Sean, Karen, and the grey German Shepherd hybrid, Nuke. It was almost quarter past six. Although they had left the park at around forty-five minutes past five, August Woodman had gotten them to drop by his stepmother’s diner, which was a five-minute walk away from the dog park. They’d spent roughly fifteen minutes sharing experiences, and August was really cool. He was two classes ahead of them and three years older than Sean, but he didn’t behave like they’d expected a teenager would. He was rather mature and understood that age wasn’t really important when making friends. August had told th
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FORTY
°°° Blind Spot °°° • Louisville, Kentucky• -Whites Residence- The fragrant smell of pancakes filled the dining room of the Whites as Ann served breakfast. "Good morning, guys," Dan greeted as he quickly walked to the dining room, knotting his tie as he walked. He ruffled Andrew's hair and gave Ann a kiss on her cheek. They had made up the previous night. Dan had taken her out to dinner and apologized for his behavior, promising that Canada would be the last move. "Morning," she replied, finishing dishing out everyone’s breakfast. "Hey Andy, where is your brother?" Dan asked as he finished knotting his tie and sat down. Andrew looked up at his father, his shoulder-length Havana brown hair covering most of his face, especially his eyes. He returned his gaze to his plate, and after a couple more seconds of silence, he replied with a distant, monotonic tone, "I don’t know." Dan, who was readjusting the tie's knot at his neck, froze at this. He then turned to Ann,
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FORTY ONE
°°° Inhumans °°° Jason finally opened his eyes at around twelve in the afternoon. He had been sleeping all through the morning, stirring awake at certain points but drifting back into sleep after a minute or two of remaining on his bed. He still remained in bed, but the sleep wasn’t returning like it had the past five times he woke up. He lay still, facing up, staring at the ceiling. After he confirmed the time, he was shocked that his mother hadn’t come up to check on him, or maybe she did, but she’d just allowed him to watch himself. They had spoken the other night, as promised. She told him that people entered and left the lives of others by chance and fate, but the most powerful tool was "decisions." Decisions were what actually shaped fate. It was left for him to decide if he would keep being friends with Sean or not. She made him see that Sean wasn’t aware that he hadn't been there for him the way he—Jason—had always been there for Sean. "Communication is ke
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FORTY TWO
°°° Intervention °°° • Philadelphia, Pennsylvania • -Carl’s Automotive Repairs and Accessories- Wednesday was oddly silent. There was barely half of the standard daily customer expectation today. Sean, however, was able to maximize this gift and spent it with Malone and a few others at the mechanical department, familiarizing himself with the concepts he needed to know. Although he did personal research and even had some experiments with his mom’s car, he knew he didn’t know enough. Luckily for him, a couple cars, including a Mustang, were brought to the shop, and he got to study their engines. At exactly four in the evening, the auto shop was already locked up, and they were on their way already. Two minutes later, Carlos’ Mustang drove past them. He hadn’t been at the shop since twelve. After his lunch date with Sarah, he informed them that he was going to drive over to August’s dad’s shop. Sean had told him, and he immediately decided to help without taking to
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FORTY THREE
°°° The Search °°° •Kingsley Street, Northwest Philadelphia • -Colonel William’s Residence- Sitting at the dining table, Colonel William flipped through a magazine as the housekeeper served breakfast. In a minute, she was done, and he put down his magazine. As expected, Kelly had served a feast for the eyes and a certain delight for the palate. "Two soft scrambled eggs, dotted with cheddar cheese; three juicy sausage patties, flecked with red pepper; two Belgian waffles, drizzled with Vermont-fresh maple syrup; oven-fried red potatoes, laced with bacon and green onion; and ice-cold Florida orange juice." He sighed and began to enjoy what Ma’am Kelly had served him. "Kelly, won’t Karen be joining us for breakfast?" He asked Kelly, who was seated on the left side of the dining table. He had so warmly welcomed her into his home that she felt like family. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even need to work as she had two kids to take care of her bills, and after working for th
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
°°° Tranquility °°° • Louisville, Kentucky • -Whites Residence- The house looked a lot more spacious than usual. The Whites had moved all they were going to take to Canada, and the rest had been left behind to be sold out. Jason sat on the kitchen island, contemplating what to tell his friends. He’d tried to reply to Sean the previous night, but he didn’t know what he was going to say. He shook his head and looked at the clock. They were going to be late, and his parents were yet to leave their rooms. "Mom! Dad! We are going to miss our flight! Jason raised his voice, but his tone carried a hint of nonchalance. Missing the flight was only postponing the inevitable, so there really wasn’t much to be joyful about about missing the flight. Andrew walked into the kitchen and hopped onto the island, sitting beside his brother. "You alright?" Jason asked his gloomy-looking younger brother. For the past few days, that was Andrew’s nature, and although Jason didn’t like i
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