So, I’m writing again. Maybe it constantly fills my thoughts, and it might possibly distract me from daily tasks like, you know, eating, but I think the end product is worth it!
Here’s an excerpt from my most recent revamping of a great, original story so you can see if you feel the same way! Enjoy!
~Ari
Dear Jason,
Where are you, baby? I really need you to be okay right now. I haven’t washed the syrup off yet. I probably never will.
Why were we so stupid to never specify that your dad’s last name is MacNair, and mine’s is Jacobs? I mean, I can’t blame the director.
Actually, I can.
She is licensed to take care of you all day long, but when a strange guy walks in and says he’s picking up a naïve, beautiful, trusting 3 year old and gives her his identification, she doesn’t even use the resources she has to check out his background!
Just based on the fact that he is the father of someone who is permitted to pick you up, she trusted you to an abusive, hate-filled disgrace of a man who actually has a restraining order filed. In her office.
Just to make sure this doesn’t happen, you know?
Jason, my little baby, I spent three years saving you from your father, but I never thought to prepare you for mine.
Don’t make him mad. He isn’t like Chris. He can’t be appeased, and I wouldn’t let you do that anyway. He just wants to hurt you because he knows that it’ll hurt me.
I really need to hear you lisp my name again, sweetie! Just this once, I wish karma would pay me back!
I’ve given up so much and done so many things for you, for my mom, even for Tony before I knew him.
It wouldn’t be fair for the universe to not even consider paying me back, just to see you, baby!
No, not just to see you. To see you safe. To see you safe, in your bed, surrounded by the people you love, regardless of their varying levels of affection for you.
There’s not a lot of love here without you. You were what holds us together!
Chris hates me and hates the fact that I’m keeping his secret, and that’s destroying his marriage. Tony is just a mess, and he needs constant attention, which means no one has time for them self, which means everyone’s a mess.
Without an adorable three year old to lift our spirits and lisp away our troubles, we’re not going to make it, Jase. Someone’s going to have to give, and I hope it’s my mom, because I could never leave her in a situation like this.”
Meredith paused, pen above the paper, unsure of how to continue.
Her lip quivered, and the pen dropped as her head dropped onto her desk.
“I miss you, Jason!” she whispered brokenly. “Please come home!”
“Ah, Meredith?” A voice just inside her door made her look up.
Oh, PS, the title of this one is going to be “Echoes” at the moment. I like it. What do you guys think?