Reclaiming the Sand(51)

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said holding my hand up so I could shield my eyes. I’d need to bleach my brain later.

Dania rolled her head to the side to find me trying to back out the door without throwing up.

“Ells!” she shrieked, her eyes unfocused, her speech slurred. She climbed off Stu’s lap and ran over, throwing her arms around me. She seemed unconcerned by the fact that she was completely naked.

“Fucking hell, Dania!” Stu yelled. He started stroking his dick while I was standing there. “Now, I’ve got take care of this myself,” he growled. Dania giggled.

This was wrong. So very, very wrong.

I pulled away from Dania and stumbled backwards. I needed to get out of there. I couldn’t do this.

Not anymore.

“Where are you going?” Dania asked, following me out into the living room.

There was laughter and catcalls as she flashed the entire party. She put her hand on her hip and struck a pose. It was obscene.

I stared hard at her stomach, thinking about the baby that lived in there. The baby she was hurting with her selfish behavior.

She wasn’t thinking about the person she was supposed to protect. She was throwing away his life, just like her mother had done to her.

And mine had done the day she had walked out and left me alone to fend for myself.

In that moment I hated Dania.

I really f*cking hated her.

“I’ve got to go,” I said and hurried back to the front door.

I could hear Dania’s laughter as I fled.

I slammed the door behind me and leaned back against it heavily. The vibrations of the music rattled my bones just as my thoughts rattled my brain.

I had made a million excuses for Dania. For my friends. For the way we lived our lives.

How could I do that? How could I stand there and say I don’t give a shit?

I had been numb for so damn long.

But every day, every hour, the deep emotional freeze was beginning to thaw.

And it hurt.

It was excruciating.

But it made me feel strong.

I gripped my keys in my hand and headed out to my car.

I didn’t know where I was going but I knew where I wouldn’t be.

And that was here. Stuck. Never changing.

It was time to do something about it.





-Ellie-



I drove around for a while; thinking until I thought my head would explode. Somehow I had ended up parked at the bottom of a familiar graveled driveway. The night was noisy as I climbed out of my car.

It was the early days of October and the heat of August and September was slowly slipping away. The night held the sounds of a dying summer.

I closed the door to my car, the sound like a gunshot. I don’t know why I ended up here, only that I had nowhere else to go.

And that had been what led me to him all those years ago.

I walked up the worn path that cut through the trees. It looped around by a stream that edged the property. I had traversed these woods many times. I knew exactly where the road would lead me.

I heard him before I saw him, my heart speeding up in my chest.

I edged through the trees until I was at the bottom of his yard. I could make him out in the moonlight. I could hear his laughter and it made me smile.

What was he doing?

A huge figure barreled past me and I almost wet myself.

“Come here, Murphy!” I heard Flynn call out and the furry creature trotted up the yard carrying a stick in his mouth.

I stepped out into the open, barely able to believe what was right in front of me. My dog, my Murphy, was running as fast as his gangly doggie legs could carry him toward Flynn, who slapped his thighs, encouraging him to run faster.

Murphy dropped the stick on the ground at Flynn’s feet. Flynn knelt beside the dog I loved and scratched his head, running his fingers through his fur. I could still hear him laughing, even though I couldn’t see his face in the darkness.

I started walking toward them, barely able to breathe. Barely able to contain the tears that prickled behind my eyelids.

As if sensing my presence, Murphy started running back down the hill, towards me. He jumped up, his paws landing on my stomach, just as he had done when I’d let him out of his cage at the shelter.

He toppled me over backwards and I landed with a whoosh on my backside. Murphy’s tongue lapped my cheek, his hot doggie breath filling my nose.

“Good boy,” I crooned, scratching underneath his chin just how I knew he liked it.

“He likes you.” I looked over my shoulder to find Flynn approaching.

I laughed as Murphy nudged my chin with the top of his head. I thought I’d never see him again. I had spent a better part of my day fixated on what had become of him. And here he was, with the one person I knew would love him as much as I did.

“I can’t believe it was you that adopted him,” I said in between breathless giggles.

“What?” Flynn asked, clearly confused.

I got to my feet, Murphy pressed against my legs.

“You got him from the shelter. I volunteer there. I’ve been taking care of Murphy since he was brought in over the summer,” I explained, still in disbelief that my dog was here. Only he wasn’t my dog anymore. He was Flynn’s dog. And that made me incredibly happy.

“Do you want to play with us?” Flynn asked, smiling shyly. His innocent question was all it took to turn my night around.