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Bronwyn’s Choice: Picture 2
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Stepping into the crisp autumn air, Savannah stopped on her porch to close her eyes to enjoy the sensations that are autumn. She savored the scent of the moist earth getting ready to slumber, the cool breeze against her cheeks, and the rustling of the dry leaves in the big oak tree in the yard. She slowly opened her eyes, sat on the porch, and looked at the tree. The tree was the center of many happy childhood memories for Savannah, and one painful memory. Which the autumn air brought to mind while she looked at the tree. The memory wrapped her in its embrace and made her relive that terrible day.
15 years before
Savannah sat at the base of her tree while she read her biology text book. Growing bored with the in depth descriptions of cells. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tree trunk. Images of gogli bodies, ribosomes, and mitochondria danced against her eyelids. She forced her mind from the cell parts and focused on the romance novel she had read the night before. It was one of the newest Silhouette Special Editions by Ingrid Weaver. It was about a woman who needed help to find her lost niece. In the middle of the winter she went in to snow covered mountains to find the man with psychic abilities who could help her. Savannah enjoyed the book but she had a test in biology the next week and had to concentrate on that. Instead, she cleared her mind and enjoyed the sounds of nature around her.
She must of dozed off, because later she came awake to someone running the back of their fingers down the side of her face. She opened her eyes and looked at Damien. He was crouched next to her, watching her.
“Hi.” Savannah whispered as she looked him over. He was dressed in his signature Wranglers, with a grey shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders. She had known Damien since they were in second grade. She remembered his first day. Mrs. Davenport had him take the seat next to her. From that day forward, they were inseparable. In high school they dated other people, but their friendship took center stage in their young lives. At senior prom, after Damien's date left with someone else, they danced and kissed. That night she had given herself to him. They kept the change in their relationship secret. It was so new, they didn't want to share it with other people. She had come home from college that weekend, because he asked her too.
“Hi beautiful.” He said quietly before leaning forward to take her lips in a soft gentle kiss. He pulled back and sat on the ground next to her. He reached over and picked up the biology book, which was still open to where she left off. “Cell structure, huh? That must be boring.”
Savannah chuckled. “Yes, but I have to learn it for my test next week.” She reached over and laid her hand on his, curling her fingers around his. He gently squeezed her fingers. He closed the book and set it aside.
“I've missed you, Vanna.” He said, using his nickname for her, as he pulled her in to his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed and laid her head against his broad chest. She had missed him too. If his loan hadn't been denied, he would have been at the same university with her. Instead he lived at home while he worked to raise money to go to college. “I know we talk every night, but I need to know you're truly doing okay. This is the first time we haven't seen each other every day.” Savannah smiled at his concern.
“I'm doing fine, Damien. I miss you like crazy, but I'm surviving at college.” She pressed her lips against his jaw before nibbling the whiskered skin. Her lips moved to his and gave him a scorching kiss. One that was full of heat and love.
Savannah put her hands on his shoulders while she adjusted her position until she straddled his lap. She moaned as she felt his hardness press against her softness. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she moved her hips against his.
His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. His hands roamed up her back, brushing against the bare skin under her shirt. He moved them to her front and undid the front clasp of her bra. Her generous breasts filled his hands. He moaned at the feel of her, brushing his calloused thumbs over her erect nipples. He buried his lips against her neck as she arched in to his touch. He only wanted to play a little bit, until he could get her alone and naked, but before he knew it he had his hands on the button of her jeans.
“These are in the way.” He whispered against her neck. “I want you right now.”
“Please Damien.” She said as she ground her hips in to his. He moved his hands to her hips and held her to him. Not allowing her to move.
“We need to go somewhere so we aren't seen.” He moved his lips over her jaw to her lips. The kiss was hot and needy. He pulled back to see her eyes half closed with arousal and her lips swollen. He wanted to beat his chest and announce to the world his claim of Savannah.
“What in the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter?” Savannah pulled away from Damien to see her father coming toward them. Damien's hands tightened on her hips briefly before he lifted her off his lap. After he placed her on the ground, Damien stood and faced her father.
“Well, Bill, I think it's quite obvious what I'm doing with your daughter.” Damien replied. “Besides, what happens between me and your daughter is none of your business.”
“The hell it isn't. She is my daughter. I have watched you over the years and I know what kind of boy you are. I refuse to allow a poor womanizing slacker to date my daughter.” Bill stopped for a moment and looked at Savannah's shocked face. “You are not worthy of my little girl. I want you to leave and you are never to contact Savannah again.”
Damien clenched his hands to fists, ready to take a swing at Savannah. But he knew that Bill was right, he wasn't worthy to receive Savannah's pure unconditional love. Even though he loved her with his whole being, he understood that he was a bad influence on her life. Damien walked over to where Savannah sat. He crouched in front of her, giving her a soft kiss.
She knew what he would to say before he said it. Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head in denial. “Please don't.” She begged, grabbing his hands. “Please don't leave me.”
Damien sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. “I have to babe. Your father is right. I don't deserve you. You need someone who is like you and who isn't trapped here.” He gave her another kiss before he pulled away from her. “Bye, Vanna.” Damien turned and walked away. Savannah watched him with tears flowing down her face. When he disappeared around the corner, she stood and faced her father.
“I hate you.” She said through her tears. “You just took away the one thing that made me happy.” She ran past him in to the house.
Savannah wiped away the stray tears as she remembered that terrible day. She never saw or heard from Damien again. For weeks, she would call and leave him messages but he never once called her back. After her letters started being returned, she gave up and dove in to her classes with single minded determination. She had graduated at the top of her Animal Science class and then later the top of her Veterinary Class.
Savannah never forgave her father and didn't visit him until after his car accident. She visited him in the hospital, where he apologized to her about Damien. She accepted his apology even thought she still didn't forgive him. He died while she sat at his bed side.
Ten years later she still couldn't forgive him for taking away the love of her life. Since the day Damien walked away, Savannah never dated or even lusted after another man. Her heart was made for only one man. She didn't know what happened to him or where he ended up, but she still felt his absence in her heart.
Savannah stood and walked over to the tree. Running her hand over the bark until she came to the carving her and Damien made in the trunk the day after Senior Prom.
“SL loves DM” She whispered as she slowly traced her fingers over the carving, a small sad smile curving her lips. She remembered putting it there, using his pocket knife. She loved him with all of her heart, and that hadn't changed since he left.
“Hi, Vanna.” Savannah closed her eyes, convinced she imagined Damien stood near her. She had dreamed of his coming to her everyday since he left her. She jumped as she felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Damien standing behind her. Savannah stood at him in stunned silence, drinking in the sight of him. His hair was cropped close to his head and he was a little broader through the shoulders and chest, but he was still her Damien.
“Am I dreaming?” She asked.
“No, Vanna. I'm really standing here.” Damien replied, watching her closely.
Savannah suddenly couldn't breathe. Her chest was so tight from the emotions he stirred that she couldn't catch her breath. A roaring filled her ears and she had tunnel vision. I'm going to faint. She thought as the darkness enclosed her and she fell to the ground.
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