If you are enjoying the fictional tale I have been working on about Annabelle, this is the next part. These are posts from earlier this week:

Who Is She Waiting For?

Why Is She Waiting?

Where Is He?

What On Earth Was He Thinking?

Do You Think He Is Coming Back?

Why Are You Worrying?

Secrets And Darkness

Coffee And Croissants

Just Friends

robinRobin sat up in his bed with his laptop balanced on his knee. He reached across to the table beside his bed and grabbed his wallet. After typing in his credit card details into the website he had been on for the past fifteen minutes, he waited until an e-mail arrived in his inbox confirming his purchase.

He noticed another e-mail from Annabelle was sitting in his inbox. He clicked it and read it slowly. Annie pouring her heart out yet again. It was so hard for him to read her distraught words. He collapsed the window and then selected a file with photographs he had taken in New York. Photos of Annie or the two of them together. Tears trickled from his eyes, but he kept on gazing at the photos that were provoking him. So often he had wished they could go back to how it was that first year they were together, before all the trouble started. Robin kept on clicking through the scores of photos. But it was too late now. Life had got in the way of love. A suffocating sense of guilt about what he had done oppressed him. How was he going to explain to Annabelle?

chris and annie0.jpgOn their way back from the camping weekend, Chris decided to pull over at The Bella Vida Pizzeria on the way back to Blackwood. “I’ll have a meat-feast thanks Annie.”

Annie raised an eyebrow and then rolled her eyes at Chris before getting out of his truck and heading into the pizzeria. Half an hour later they were back at the Jennings’ house devouring the pizza in the sun room at the back of the house.

“I would just feel more comfortable if Burt and Pearl were here. I wonder where they are, maybe I should call them.”

“Are you worried because we are on our own, without half of Blackwood chaperoning us?”

annie to burt.jpgWithout answering Chris directly Annie declared “I am just going to call Burt and let him know.” After she had spoken to Burt and confirmed that they were on their way back from Mapleton where Pearl’s sister lived, Annie sat next to him again on the sofa.

“Can I ask you a question about Robin?”

“Sure, I might not answer, depending on  the question.”

“Well, to be honest I have a few questions. If you don’t want to answer, don’t answer. When was the last time you saw Robin?”

platonic3Annie sighed. “It feels like forever. It was spring last year.”

“But you guys speak speak on the phone and Skype or Facetime don’t you?”

“Next question.”

“Ok…ok, when was the last time you spoke to Robin on the phone or over the web?”

“Next question.”

“What’s the plan? When are you going to see each other?”

“I am sorry Chris, I don’t really want to talk about Robin.”

“You still love him though?”

“Of course I do.”

annie crying“And Robin still loves you? – that goes without question – it’s not a question…Annie, Annie I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” But it was too late, Annie’s chest was heaving with sobs and tears had started to stream down her face. “Baby, don’t cry.”

Annabelle’s face had reddened and blotches appeared all over her neck and chest. She stood up and yelled, “Just stop! I said I can’ talk about Robin anymore.”

“Annie, calm down. I am not going to ask you any more questions about him. I really am sorry I upset you. I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s not your fault. It just hurts. It hurts so much,” gasped Annabelle, still heaving sobs. Each of her hands grabbed the opposite arm tightly and she seemed to be digging her nails into her own flesh.

Chris was astonished at the transformation in Annabelle’s countenance. She was distraught. He suddenly thought back to Pearl telling him that Annabelle had been through a time when her behaviour had been quite “wild”. “Annie, you don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to share with me. But what is going on? What can I do to help?”

“There is nothing you can do. It’s hopeless, he’s not answering when I call. It’s two months. I think I have lost him. He doesn’t text or e-mail. It hurts so much I want to die.”

chris hugs annie.gif“Annie, come here, shhhh!” Chris scooped up Annie from the opposite side of the sofa and drew her to him.  Annie instinctively buried her tear-soaked face into Chris’ shoulder. “It’s ok. We are going to get your through this.”

“I love him so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m going to help you, ok. Everything is going to be alright.” whispered Chris into Annabelle’s ear.

“Everything is going to be alright,” repeated Annie quietly, “ok Robin.”

“I’m not Robin, I’m Chris, are you ok Annie?”

Annie froze and stood back staring at Chris in horror. “I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be with you.” Annie rushed out of the sun room leaving Chris bewildered.


You can read the next part of Annabelle’s story here:


Kim, the creator of Writer Side of Life has given us some great writing prompts. Several of them appealed to me, but I have only chosen one to work on for now, because I am still playing catch up with blogging, after my trip to Australia:

Free Creative Writing Prompts

I chose a prompt under the ROMANCE section: 3. Who is she waiting for?

Photo by Thiago Matosfrom Pexels 





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