When The Light Falls - Book 3 - N. Y. (easy books to read .TXT) 📗

coming back. So I need you to go home and rest." Bella says.

 

 

I'm so glad i'm around to hear this and get to experience her first few years taking care of a child.

 

 

And even just now, while me and Marybella continue to cherish this moment.

 

It makes me wonder, if that's what Jacob wants too.

   

--

 

I opened the front door of the house and looked up ahead to see Jacob.

 

He was in the kitchen. The tv was on, displaying the food network.

 

 

I just stare at him for a second, in awe of the determination on his appearance.

 

 

But somehow, I just keep on wondering if he was okay. On those days without me.

 

All the time he had, to do something to make a change. Yet he stood here.

 

In our home.

 

 

He waited for me, and did something.

 

 

Jacob's head lifted up to see me with tired eyes.

 

A slight smile spreads across my face. He went back to working on the sink full of dirty dishses.

 

 

I was still amazed at how much he had changed.

 

And if time did fly by, it seems abnormal for him.

 

 

He's here, and i'm here again.

 

 

But something's missing, even though we're still together.

 

After this long, hard time apart....it just doesn't feel right.

 

Even if I try to convince myself it's normal.

 

 

I head up the stairs, entering our bedroom. My tired body falls onto the comfy bed sheets.

 

I missed being in my room, this natural state and this life.

 

 

I groaned then buried my face in the covers.

 

 

"God why is everything so hard?" I said.

 

I stared down into the sheets of the bed.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

 

But for now, I need to get rest.

 

 

I haven't had a good night's sleep in so long.

 

 

I furrow my head into the soft pillow as I drfit off.

 

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

--

  

My alarm clock rang as my eyes shot open.

 

For a second I thought it was weird for an alarm to go off.

 

 

It wasn't like that in Jail. Usually were awake before the officer buzzes our cell door open.

 

 

But this time, it had a different feeling. There wasn't the dim green white light above my head.

 

And the wooden bunk wasn't planted above my face.

 

 

The orange jumpsuit wasn't piled on me like thin cotten fabric.

 

And the shadows of the cells wasn't displayed near my bunk side.

 

 

I eventually sat up in bed.

 

I turned my head to Jacob, who was sleeping peacefully.

 

A snore here and there escapes from his mouth.

 

 

I smile.

 

He's here.

 

My eyes slowly begin to shut on me, but I thought about writing on my blog. It would be nice to do it again, since I had the absence for a year.

 

 

My feet shuffle to get myself up, my body follows in the heavy footsteps.

 

 

I sat myself at the table where my computer was, I opened it to it's previous state that I left it in.

 

It was fully charged which was odd. My head turns back to Jacob, sound asleep.

 

 

Maybe he charged it for me.

 

I slowly turn back to the computer and began typing.

 

 

''Hello myElleWoodsers, i'm sorry for not posting in so long. I was....away, for a long time. As you know, in Jail. I want to say sorry for the inconvience when the meet up was made during April of last year. I didn't mean for things to go haywire. However, I have served my time and I am out. I will try to make it up to you guys with another meet up soon in New York City. I'm sorry for the transportation and time you took to visit me for the meet and greet. I'm sorry if I had upset a lot of you. Trust me, the regret  I feel is utterly too much. But I plan to make new things better this year. I hope you all are doing fine, I miss writing to you guys. Quite a lot actually.'' @SummerElleW_86

 

 

I had wrote only a few sentences.

 

But it was hopeless.

 

 

Instead of trying to retype everything, I got dressed and met up with Marybella at Central park.

 

She would drive us uptown to the adoption agency.

 

It was better to clear my mind while I try to adjust to everything again.

  

 

 

We sat in the old building's waiting room.

 

Marybella was so anxious she tapped her foot constantly, as if she was on the stage, doing her ballet solo.

 

 

"Calm down Marybella." I said grabbing her hand.

 

She looked over to me and she instantly slowed down on the tapping.

 

 

Just as we were waiting some more, an older lady came to us from her office.

 

She checked her board filled with papers.

 

 

"Ms. Machistan?" the older lady said.

 

"Yes?" Marybella answered.

 

"Meet your adopted daughter." she said

 

 

Another lady came by holding a baby in her hands. Marybella paused in awe and she looked down under the blankets.

 

"Is this it? I mean is this her?" she said.

 

 

I stand up at the alert in her voice, she sounded a little scared.

 

"Wha-, I just never suspected. I,....i." Marybella said, sounding emotional.

 

 

"NO, no. This baby belongs to the Hendersens." the older lady said.

 

Pointing to a younger couple, me and Marybella look.

 

The couple comes up, just a few seats down from us and they take the baby.

 

 

They smiled and left.

 

 

"Now, this your adpoted daughter." the lady said, pushing a kid from behind her.

 

 

The younger girl had beautiful brown eyes and her face lit up as she looked ahead.

 

She was cute.

 

"Ahh." Marybella said.

 

 

The young girl hid.

 

 

"What's her name?" Marybella asked.

 

"Her name is Taylor." the lady said.

 

 

Marybella interuppted. "Oh is that short for something?"

 

"Taylor." the lady said, with a stale expression.

 

 

"Oh, well. Hello little taylor." she said.

 

Taylor looked over to Marybella then squealed.

 

"I'm your new mother, come on. No need to be afraid." she insisted.

 

 

Taylor looked over to Marybella again, then went up and hugged her.

 

"Aww, she's hugging me." Marybella saidm turning to me.

 

 

 I smiled as I watched the transaction of everything, it was truly amazing.

 

 

 

"I don't get it, how is it you have kids before me." I said.

 

 

We went to the park to have Taylor get used to the New York enviornment, since she was moved up here.

 

Marybella was getting used to Taylor being around. 

 

I however wasn't.

 

 

"Well in time, things happen and when things happen..." Marybella paused afterwards.

 

"Either it get's worse or better." I said finishing the sentence for her.

 

 

"Well techincally yes, but what I mean is. We all grow up and become mature, look at me, taking care of a child now." Marybella said.

 

 

She picked up Taylor to sit on her lap.

 

Bella smiles at Taylor who bites her fingers.

 

 

I grew tired of the situation, an odd feeling i've never experienced before.

 

Kinda like boredem and lost of interest, with a lot of complaining.

 

 

Mainly towards me. What I had, but also what I don't have.

 

I don't know, but for now i'll just push it down and figure it out soon.

 

 

"I need to go home, i'm tired. I'll see you at work." I said getting up from the bench.

 

"Alright, say goodbye to Aunt Elle." Marybella said, making Taylor wave goodbye.

 

 

"Don't call me that," I say abruptly.

 

I instantly regret is as I leave.

 

 

I finally realized what was the disgust I had seeping into my skin, making me crawl at the thought of everyone growing up.

 

They all changed and i'm jealous.

 

 

I was jealous.

 

Everyone's lives were put to a hault when I went to jail, even after days and months have passed.

 

But now it seems like time unfroze and new things have been planned, that didn't happen before.

 

 

Like, somewhere in this choatic mess, I was looking for the old me.

 

But now i'm searching for heaven, for a piece of what i've become now.

 

In my choatic masterpiece, called my life.

  

 

 

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Lauren said handing me the clipboard.

 

 

It was time for me to present my work to the dean.

 

I was scared, I might lose my job and again.

 

 

I already lost enough before, I can't lose my job as the editor and writer here.

 

I just needed to have faith in myself.

 

 

But I had to remember. I begged for Lauren to give me this job, and now I have to suck it up.

 

 

"Can I have everybody's attention. Please make your way to the stage area." Lauren shouted to everyone.

 

I took a deep breath before making my way down the stage. Seats began to fill up.

 

 

Interns, workers and everyone else that heard Lauren piled towards me.

 

 

I got up to the podium and stared down at everyone.

 

 

I felt nervous and scared to say anything.

 

Everyone's eyes looked straight ahead at me, it was nerve-wrecking.

 

I had to say something.

 

 

"Um, hello."

 

Everyone continued staring at me, waiting to here what I had to say.

 

"I was told by Lauren my previous boss, to come plan and attend a social light party for our sponsers from FARELLE. And the dean." I started.

 

 

Lauren nodded along in the background.

 

So far so great.

 

 

''And I wanted the dean of FARELLE to see that, even though, that I was put in jail for something horrible I did in my past. I still deserve this job, it means so much from when I started working here just 2 years ago.'' I said.

 

 

The dean was listening, as everyone else nodded along.

 

 

''I've made a lot of mistakes, but I can also fix it. I love working here, FARELLE made me feel at home. I could never see myself working as anywhere else other than here, being the writer and editor of FARELLE. I brought new beginnings and respect to this department and I deserve to have my orignial job back-'' I continued.

 

 

As I thought of other words to say, the dean approached me and I paused.

 

Right in the middle of my speech.

 

 

''Ms. Woods, do you know what you are saying?''

 

Her voice was clean and clear from a big view.

 

 

''Yes..., i'm saying i'm obligated to have my job back, because I made a change for this company. And big changes to be exact. Nothing I can forget, and i've cleaned up my act from last year.'' I respond.

 

 

The dean walked closer to the podium.

 

''So you think you can do better this time, no more fooling around. Because being writer and editor takes hard work, are you willing to do that again?'' she asked.

 

''Yes, i'm full on ready. I'm done making a fool of myself and getting involved in things that aren't necessary.'' I stated.

 

 

I heard Rikki and Marybella root for me silently, in a series of smiles and thumbs up.

 

 

The dean gives me a surprised look.

 

''I recommend knowing that before saying it.'' she says.

 

 

I paused not saying anything, did I do something wrong?

 

I don't know.

 

 

The dean approaches me again, this time she walks up to me.

 

Face to face near the podium.

 

She lookes at me sweetly.

 

 

''Welcome back, I trust you can do better?'' she says.

 

I smiled eagerly.

 

 

She turns to the crowd.

 

''Everyone please stand up, for our returning Writer and Editor of FARELLE magazine.''

 

 

Everyone stood up and clapped, I was astonished.

 

I'd never thought that i'd get my job back, with just a few simple words.

 

 

''Welcome back, I knew some day you would. Lauren has told me all about you since you started working here.'' she finally says.

 

 

The dean quietly walked away as the crowd of employees talked while i'm still on stage.

 

 

Marybella and Rikki approached me at the stage, as I make my way off it.

 

They looked happy.

 

''We're so glad you got your job back.'' Bella says first.

 

''I knew you would get it.'' Rikki said.

 

 

Marybella smiled as she leans in to give me a quick squeeze hug.

 

I smiled as Rikki pulled me in for a hug.

 

 

''Great, now let's get to work.'' I said.

 

We cling arm in arm, as we exit the stage area.

 

 

''Okay now let's talk summer.'' Rikki said.

 

 

We're interuppted by Lauren before anyone can say anything, our heads turn to her near the stage area.

 

The crowd of sponsers and the dean had already left in a hurry.

 

 

''Alright everyone let's get teamed up, we have work to do before the big trip.'' Lauren said.

 

We all go to my reception desk, as everyone else exits from the stage area back to their work environment.

 

 

''Yes, the trip.'' Rikki said excidedly high-fiving Marybella.

 

''What trip?'' I asked Rikki.

 

 

''Right. Remember the trip we were all gonna take before you got hauled into jail?" Rikki stated.

 

"Yes," I replied.

 

"We're taking it this year. To Brazil, for the Magazine's Face Offs.'' she says.

 

 

I totally forget about the big trip.

 

 

''So did we win