Andrew Bell
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Decade Of Deciet
"Robert I'm leaving for my first face to face therapy session!" While putting on her running shoes since they provided the most comfort, her husband of 3 years came up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek . "I love you so much babe. I'm proud of you for taking charge of your mental health." She turned to reciprocate the affection before leaving the house. It was around a half hour later when she arrived at her appointment. "I'm here to see Dr. Coralize." She said as she spoke to the receptionist. "Right this way ma'am, you are actually early for your appointment which is perfect because we had young man cancel on us." It was her first time going to the Doctor's office in person since the pandemic. "Thank you for coming Mrs..." "Mrs. Manson sir." He chuckled and profusely apologized for not remembering her name. When she sat down they went over the usual topics of her everyday life with her loving husband and her job ups and downs as well as how her parents are fairing. The conversation took an interesting turn as she began to talk about the nightmares she has had the past couple weeks. "Do you know what caused these nightmares to occur?" She thought about it for a couple minutes before answering "They started shortly after coming home from my high school reunion. The therapist leaned in closer while in his recliner for the story began to intrigue him. "Please elaborate if you feel comfortable to do so." A few heavy sighs later, she began to tell about her traumatic experience which lead to her meeting her now husband. "The story sounds like it had a very romantic ending, what are the nightmares about?" Some of my old classmates were there when everything happened and they're telling me that what happened was a setup." "A setup you say?" "I know right, it is like, if It was a setup then when the police did their investigation that night, they would have found something and alerted me or at the very least my parents at the time." "When is the last time you spoke to them about that night?" "Truthfully after waking up in the hospital I pushed it out of my mind." Dr. Coralize looked at his notes for a moment then back up to Mrs. Manson. "May I give you my professional opinion?" "That is why I come to you Dr." "I say you need to take a trip to see your parents and talk to them about the nightmares you've been having. Also it wouldn't be a bad idea to talk to those friends that were at the party and see if they remember anything, however its weird to start talking about it a decade later. Talk to your husband and see what her remembers as well." They talk for around another hour because the other patient had cancelled. "I feel like we truly made a lot of progress today." "Thank you Dr. I feel the same way too. I wish I knew what the visions are trying to tell me but if I give it enough time, I'll have my answers and hopefully move on with my life." "I completely agree with you ma'am, this is definitely stumping me as well. I'll review our notes and get back to you if I have any other theories if that is okay." "Of course Dr. That's the reason I come here." The two exchanged couple minutes of conversation before she headed out. On her drive home she couldn't help but think about what her friends told her and constantly wondered why it took so long for them to let her know. "Could they have been part of the plan and were now feeling guilty about it? Perhaps they were paid or threatened for their silence? If that's the case why say something now?" The questions continued to swirl around her head all the way back home. She was determined to know more about the incident. She pulled into the driveway and opened the garage to see her husband cleaning out his car. "Good afternoon honey, how did the session go?" "It helped out a lot but it also left me with more questions than answers. It's a Friday afternoon, do you and the boys have your night out tonight?" "Yea, it was supposed to be next weekend but Isaiah is leaving this Saturday for a 10 day work conference and he's hoping he can get a promotion out of it, so we are moving it to today." Robert could see the concern in his wife's eyes. "I can cancel tonight if you'd like, I know how hard you've been working to keep everything together." She looked up at him with a smile and saw an opportunity had presented itself to her. "Actually... go hang out with the boys, I'll use my free time to relax and unwind with my girlfriends." Roberts face instantly lit up "Does that mean?" Rebecca smiled and nodded. "Yes but please be home by 11." He ran and picked up his wife in a hug then proceeded to call up the boys while walking back into the house. She decided to make a couple calls of her own. Shortly after her husband left the house, her girls came over to talk to her. "I really appreciate you guys coming over at last minute." "Girl between the twins, constant work demands and my somewhat childish husband I'm overjoyed to actually get out of the house!" All the girls giggled as they began the usual small talk about life and what they have achieved over the years. After breaking the ice, Rebecca finally summoned the courage to ask what was at the forefront of her mind. "Do any of you... remember what happened the night I was attacked?" The room filled with a deafening silence. Everyone looked at each other then back at Rebecca. She braced herself for whatever words she was about to hear. "That night, we brought you to the party and a group of boys showed up and brought alcohol as well. A few hours later our boyfriends show up and everyone starts fighting." Rebecca felt the tension begin to rise and she felt a strong sense of unease. "Now Rebecca... you have to understand we were only in high school." Her feeling of unease began to turn to anger but she didn't let it be known. "Do you know who assaulted me?" She asked getting as she was getting straight to the point. One of the more sober women decided to speak up. "It was the man that you married." Rebecca was aghast by the news she received and everyone could tell she was having serious trouble believing it. "That night the guy who kept hitting on you had one of his boys spike your drink while he distracted you. We all got drunk that night but you were pretty much dead to everyone so we helped you up to the bedroom on the opposite side of the house." "We thought you would be safe there but we saw a group of guys headed in your direction so we told our boyfriends and a fight ensued. Two of the boys made it back to you and by the time we had gotten to you...." It grew silent once again but Rebecca had a premonition of what was to come but she wanted to hear it from their mouths. "You were halfway undressed and the two men were fighting each other. One of them was the guy who drugged you and the other guy was the guy who started eyeing you since he walked into the house party." "Was there any show that I was actually..?" The women shook their heads no. "We don't know who initialized the attack but it didn't show any signs that anything was actually done." Rebecca breathed only a minimal sigh of relief but she had to know more. "What were the police told about that night?" Once again the ladies turned towards each other. Rebecca was awestruck by their silence. "What were they told?" "We... we didn't call them." Anger began to swell inside her. "I was attacked and you didn't call the police?!" "We were young and drinking, plus we had grown men there for a high school party!" "We were scared and panicked." Rebecca got up and went to the door. "We have nothing left to talk about. Please leave." The girls got up and began trying to plead their case to her. "We sent our men after them to protect you, doesn't that account for anything?" "We graduated in a couple of months, could you not wait until then to party or better yet, not invite seniors in college to a high school party when you also invited your boyfriends as well?!" The ladies were at a loss for words. They walked out of the house apologizing to Rebecca one by one and once they all drove away, she had a breakdown. It was around 920 at night when she started pulling herself together because she now had a more pressing issue to deal with later. Her husband would be home in a few hours and now she had to confront him. In all of her years with him she had never had any serious confrontation, mainly because they always aimed to please each other in every way possible. Now her entire perfect world had come crashing to an end. She didn't know what to expect or who to trust anymore. While deep in thought, her therapist reached out to her. When she answered the phone, he sounded a bit panicked on the phone. "Rebecca can you hear me?" "Yes yes I can hear you, is everything okay?" "Your husband was in a bar fight and I just saw the police take him and his friends away!" She breathed a huge sigh of relief that she wouldn't see him walking through the door tonight but it didn't stop the fact that she would never be able to look at him the same again. "Hello...... Rebecca are you there?" She quickly came out of her nightmare to answer. "I apologize sir, yes I'm here. Thank you for letting me know. I have to call you back, I need to bail my husband out." "Okay, be safe and please take care." Rebecca slowly cleaned her house and grabbed her keys as she devised a plan. It took her 45 minutes to reach the police station downtown. When he laid eyes on her, he was almost completely overjoyed. "Babe I am so sorry for boys night ending like this! I swear I will do everything in my power to make it up to you." Rebecca smiled extra wide as she nodded to the jailer to release her man. While he was reaching for the jail cell key, she stopped him and looked Robert dead in the eyes. "Tell me about the night you thought drugging me was a good idea." The entire police station and Robert's jaw dropped. She did not break her gaze with them "I'm waiting for your answer." Robert glanced over to the jailer and then back at his wife. "Babe look you have to understand, I was young and highly immature. I let my emotions get to me." "You were in your mid twenties bringing drugs and alcohol to a high school party." "If there was ever a time to save your marriage, now is a great time." The jailer spoke up. Robert looked Rebecca in her eyes "Babe it has been over 10 years. Nothing happened and besides I saved you from the real attacker." "Who was stalking me at the party?" "Well that was me but I wasn't stalking you, you caught my attention and I wanted to get to know you." "Who put the pill in my drink?" Robert glanced down at the floor then back at her. "I really don't want to answer that in front of all these people." Rebecca at this point heard all she wanted to hear, so she turned to the jailer. "How long can he be held in the cell?" "It is 24 hours due to the bar fight, but due to his confession he will be here for awhile unless you want to drop charges." She smiled and shook her head no. "I'll be back for him tomorrow with some documents to sign." "Rebecca please!!" She snapped back at him with intensity "You did what you wanted and have been lying to me for over a decade! Now I am going to do what I want!" She walked out, leaving him to sober up and to sob. The next day she showed back up to the precinct with divorce papers and her section was already signed. Heartbreak could clearly be seen on Robert's face. "Rebecca please? Have mercy on an immature man's mistake!" She went up to him in the gate but with air about herself. "Robert, I forgive you, I really do. What you did indeed was a mistake and for years you knew about it and allowed me to believe in a lie. I have no ill will toward you but I want absolutely nothing to do with you. You can either sign it now or it will get signed later. Unlike you I am giving you a choice in the matter." With extreme reluctance, Robert signed the paperwork. "Rebecca wait, don't you want to know about the other guy?" Rebecca calmly answered "I will find out the other guy when the police put you on trial, I know that you'll talk, you never really were good at keeping your mouth shut. Don't worry we will see each other again... on your court date." With that she left the police station and after getting in her car she broke down due to the pain she held back and the freedom she had gained. She felt great to get a sex offender off the streets but it hurt that she had to be used as the example. "Now, it's time to head to my therapist, have I got a story for him!"
By Andrew Bell11 months ago in Fiction
You Got This
March 15, 2019 Dear Andrew, I know these past couple years haven't been easy for you, I have been watching you through your ups and downs and I realize that you have grown up in a very different environment than the people you interact with on a daily basis. What you have experienced versus what they have has lead to many cultural differences that you have stumbled across can sometimes leave you questioning what you were taught, but I am here to tell you that the way you were brought up is not completely a bad thing and that you have the right to not accept anything that you don't like. I notice that you love deeply and in doing so you sweep a lot of things under the rug for the sake of keeping peace. That type of peace you have is temporary and will only cause you to lose sleep and tensions to rise until they boil over. There are very few things in life you should protect. Your friends who are there for you, your family who has your back, and your peace. Your peace is something that is yours to control and at times where it will be tried and tested, yet you have the strength to tough it out. Know your limits. Know what you will and will not accept in relationships, in work environments, in life. I know this life will do everything to get to you at times to break you and get you to compromise your peace, there will be people who will look at you like you're wrong for not choosing the way they see things and will try to guilt trip you. Your peace is yours to protect and control. I've said it before Andrew, I've been watching you and your struggle but I know that you are strong enough to take what life gives you. You got this!
By Andrew Bell12 months ago in Poets
Getting Elevated
Come get high with me Over 14000 feet Climbing up Pikes Peak
By Andrew Bellabout a year ago in Poets
The Keen & Eye
It is said that the day will one day come that humans and the creatures of legend will live peacefully together. For this type of peace to reside, both parties must lay aside their pride. The pride of humans and dragons has yet to be tamed by any leaders that have come before hand but of all of the species of dragons, none are more proud of their race than the Eyeshirah dragons. The young Eyeshirah scout flies over the thick wooded area from which he heard human screams "These fragile things are quick to cause trouble, but their shrieks of terror definitely intrigues me." He heard three loud explosions from underneath him. Flocks of birds flew in his direction, the complete silence other than rustling leaves was very eerie indeed. He dives in closer and is his with the strong distinct smell of blood, however it came from two sources. A human and an animal. Cautious and now very confused and weary of what he may run into, he planted himself on a high sitting branch and looked for signs of movement. A fair amount of times passes and no signs of life or movement were neither heard or seen, he decided to to fly down to survey the area. Careful to avoid the strongest concentration of blood, he closed the distance on foot with his wings pressed firmly on his back. "Whatever or whoever is here, I definitely need to be able to escape if need be." The sudden sound of crying was able to drive his curiosity over the edge. "A human child! A human child here?!" The area he was in has been used as a scout's training area for centuries and no adolescent species has had favorable conditions for survival and its truly no better for the mature, even for his kind. For him being a young, new scout he was now faced with two decisions... report his findings the his superiors which could run the possibility of it being nothing serious or he could get closer and dirty his hands. His train of thought however was interrupted by the cries of the human child which quickly turned into blood curdling screams. His tympanums rang violently as he was forced to his knees. The pain was harrowing yet he refused to cry out in agony. "A crying dragon is a weak dragon." He repeated to himself as he crawled agonizingly slow towards the human child. "If I don't shut her up my hearing will be lost permanently!" When he was finally able to lay eyes on the powerful lunged little creature, his face was washed with horror that quickly became anger. He saw a young human child clinging to the body of a large adult who was showing the faintest signs of life do to the dangerous amount of blood loss and large adult wolves nipping and growling at what they perceived to be an easy meal. A little off to the side he saw one wolf dead and one with a massive hole in its torso, barely holding on to life itself. A young dragon who preferred science over violence was considering to let nature take its course, but he he has a heart and with the speed and agility he possesses, he couldn't in good conscience let natural selection have a say in the matter. With breakneck speed he put himself between the humans and the animals. Both the little girl and the wolf pack were taken aback by the wrench thrown in the works. The child buried her face into the face of her fallen male protector while the wolves not only took a step back but began to encircle them. He wasn't concerned with the canine's on these canines due to his armor plated hide but the young child was a different issue. The crying was muffled enough that he could function effectively and with her looking away he didn't see the need to hold back. He emitted an extremely low frequency growl which temporarily stunned the pack but left the humans completely unaffected. One by one he slaughtered and or simply threw the wolves in the distance. The stifled cries of the little human completely stopped and as he turned around he came face to face with her. Neither of them moved an inch as the small human was to afraid to do anything and he was fearful of startling her and causing her to scream and incapacitate him with her high pitched frequencies. A small vibration in his ear snaps him out of his staring contest yet the girl did not seem to notice. It was his communicator. "This is Eyelijah, go ahead. Yes sir I am still surveying the area... other than a few wolves no actual danger... sir are you sure its him? Rodger, I am en route." He knew all to well to mention the .presence of humans to his commander. Eyelijah returned his focus to the little girl but her gaze shifted elsewhere. He felt an intense burning sensation on his back and it was getting closer. It was way to close to flee so he spread his wings, shielding himself and the fragile humans and braced himself for the damage he would receive. His legs buckled under the attack but he was alive as well as the others. He slowly got up and assessed the damage. "Everything within a 1500 meter radius was completely obliterated, we cant take another hit like that!." Upon getting to his feet he noticed blood had encircled his body. Frantically he begins to feel his back for the source and to his horror he finds several holes burned directly through his wings. "So.. this is the price for protecting the inferior race." He whispered to himself, he however he no time to wallow in self pity, another one of those and they would be finished. Eyelijah gazed upon the two humans and noticed that the shock wave from the attack had rendered them unconscious. "Even if I left them both here, we would all meet a swift end." A call comes through on his communicator "We're under attack, I repeat.. HE is here and we are under attack!! What the hell was that explosion?!" "Sir... the sacred grounds have been hit. I'm not sure how much we..." His speech began to slow as he starting fading in and out of consciousness. He had lost more blood than he realized "We?! Hello Eye! Eye!" He dropped to the ground and his body landed beside the adult humans body. "Dammit hold on soldier! Sarge we have a man down! Get a rescue team ready to depart to the sacred grounds!"
By Andrew Bellabout a year ago in Fiction
Sky High Catastrophe
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. "This wasn't supposed to be this way." Wyatt thought to himself. He gazed upon the catastrophe that was a failed space excursion. He heard the headsets of his colleagues as they gurgled for help, their cries in vain. Only one call came in clear, unfortunately Wyatt was unable to save his floating friend of 16 years due to his lack of strength, teary eyed he watched as his friend drifted out of sight among the wreckage. Wyatt continued to search his brain for answers. "Over 12 years of calculations, planning and preparation ...what went wrong?" He meticulously surveyed the carnage of mechanized parts and mangled bodies, yet nothing stood out to him. Deep in the midst of thought he was brought back to reality by a warning beep in his spacesuit. "Only one hour of air left huh?" He cycled through the suits display and saw that the built in emergency tank was still in tact despite a few dents and cosmetic damage. "Another hour of air, well that's the first positive thing to happen to me, lets see if we can keep this momentum going." Wyatt, feeling more confident about his situation despite aimlessly floating began to reassess the extensive damage. "The burns on the ship's panel looks as if they were blasted, but there isn't anyone out..." Wyatt's train of thought was interrupted again but this time by a buzzing yet faint transmission. The words were inaudible but it seemed to be coming from close by. "Richard is that you?" The transmission started to clear up but the voice wasn't that of his friend. "Can you hear me?" "Yes, who is this, this is a secure channel!" "No channel is too secure for us Mr. Wyatt Tiller." His heart sank into his chest. "You'd be wise to still your nerves, the strain on your heart even with your healthy lifestyle could send you to an early grave." "Who is this???" Before he received the answer he requested, the line fazed out and was replaced by Richards. "Wyatt can you hear me!?" Being completely overjoyed with hearing his friends voice, Wyatt briefly paused before responding. "Yes Richard I can hear you loud and clear." "What happened to you?! I've been trying to get in contact with you for the past 72 hours! I could hear a faint breath whenever I called so I didn't.." Wyatt perked up and cut his friend off "Did you say three days?" He quickly looked at the display in his helmet and saw that sure enough it had been 72 hours since the explosion occurred. Wyatt was taken aback by the discovery "This cant be real, I still have over an hour of air left and my suit.." He was interrupted mid conversation by the air warning in his suit. "I only have 1o% left..." His mental state began to shift in a negative direction. Richard kept talking, sounding as if he had good news however his words turned to static. Wyatt didn't notice, his life seemingly in shambles. "I have been floating in the void of space for three long days, I'm losing my mind!!" In a physical attempt to regain his mental composure, he adverted his gaze from his helmet and looked outside. Nothing he saw helped to ease his disquietude. The wreckage of the 16 million dollar shuttle, his comrades corpses, his best friend which not only had he witnessed being propelled in the opposite direction but was just recently having a conversation with. Gone of any traces. He closed his eyes and bowed his head towards Earth and thought about the reason he had taken on this mission in the first place. "I'll be home my love, and I'll buy our daughter the horse that she wanted for her birthday coming up too." Horror now has dual residency, his face and his heart. Any form of peace he had aspired to (no matter how small it may have been) was completely eradicated. Earth was no longer the way he or anyone remembered. The oceans were no longer crisp blue but red as a fine wine and the continents were grey like burnt coals after grilling. "Is this not to your amusement Wyatt?" He was at a loss for words by the image. "This wasn't the ending you had in mind, however it was due to your selfishness of your kind the brought upon this travesty." "This wasn't our fault! We did everything in our power to fix it!" Suddenly as if hearing a recording, Wyatt heard a speech he had given nearly two years ago. "To the citizens of this great nation for sharing in my dream, to the beautiful state of California for helping me find my calling. My top notch professors who worked with me, to my roommate who put up with my studies scattered across the dorm in times of frustration and depression. To my tutors who spent their late nights and early mornings giving me that extra push and encouragement that I required. To my lovely wife who I met in college, Mrs. Tiller and my daughter who not only put up with my long office hours in school when going for my masters but my extended hours at the office. I wholeheartedly want to thank you for being there for me, for helping me grow my faith in the scientific community and for being here to see the feats that humanity will accomplish. A team headed up by my trusted colleague Richard Selvin and I will explore more of space than ever before imagined. We will make new advances in medicine, renewable energies and find new life, creating a place of paradise out there as we have here as we push forward to give the human race more..." The speech begins to trail off. "Well Mr. Wyatt Tiller, you were definitely correct about one thing when you said it was our fault.. It was yours." The voice that had spoken to him was consumed by heavy static, leaving Wyatt alone with his thoughts. He wanted to end it all but was too weak to move his body, his brain feeling fried after taking all the information in so much so that all he could truly do was breath. He looked back at all the times his loving wife was there, pushing him forward through her sleepless nights with the baby, the miscarriage she had when all she wanted was comfort but he was too busy with his work. "This was supposed to be this way..." Wyatt closed his eyes, hoping it would all be a dream, yet when he opened them he saw something stranger than fiction."
By Andrew Bell2 years ago in Fiction