The Haunting in Chicago - Danielle Calamanco (best novels to read in english .TXT) 📗

It was the weekend after graduation. I ran and gave him a huge hug. I haven’t seen him for two years. The last time I saw that legit smile was when we were waiting for Selena to get off work. We walked all the way to our old school and talked, and then we went to the lake. We had so much fun kicking our feet in the water making it splash the other. That was the last time I actually laughed, a laugh that neither of us has heard in a long time.
“Babe, I missed you so much!” I say as I ruffled my face into his shoulder as I embraced him.
“I know sweetie, I missed you too, so much!” He says this as he hugs me. Then he hugs me tightly then grabs my arms and pulled me away to look into my eyes. “God, I missed looking into those big brown eyes.”
As I blush, I lift up my hand to move a strand of hair that decided to try to make me go blind, but then Jonathon stops me and moved the strand of hair being my right ear. He then cups my face with his hand and rubs it gently with his thumb. “I can’t believe we finally graduated,” he says as he lets go of my face and brings me in for another hug.
“Yea,” I say as I laugh a little, “I can’t believe how huggable your being,” I say as I laugh a little more.
“Well I can’t kiss you so I have to deal with a ton of hugs,” he says pulling me away again.
Giving him a questioning look “you can’t? Why not? ” Saddened by the fact that I haven’t felt his lips on mine in two years, I start to put my head down.
He turns around about to give a smart butt comment and sees that I am sad. “Babe, it’s not because I don’t want to. Trust me it is killing me to make out with you, but I have something special planned. Sort of the whole reason I wanted you to come to Chicago with me, Serenity”
He gives me one last hug then grabs my bags from beside me and then throws them into his pick-up truck where so many memories were made.
“Are you seriously planning on taking your truck to Chicago? Will it even make it there?”
As he opens the door for me he laughs “Are you crazy? This thing hardly even made it here to come pick you up.” No, we’re getting on a plane,” as he closes my door he chips in “hope you’re not scared of heights.”
When he gets in the truck, I take out the remix he made for me our sophomore year. It was our six month anniversary when he gave it to me. It was only one of the surprises that he was able to actually keep from me.
He smiled, grabbed it out of my hand and put it into the stereo. After pushing playing he slid his hand off the steering wheel, trying to find my hand in my lap.
I look out the window, softly singing to the songs as they play through the speakers. I look at him and I squeeze his hand realizing that we’re finally together again.

As we sat on the plane, I looked out the window as Jonathon knew I loved the bird’s eye view. It was a short plane ride, but I cherished every moment of it. I was finally with him again. I couldn’t believe that it’s been two years, and he still loved me as much as he did.
How could he love a girl like me? Someone whose been abused by family. Who has trouble letting people in? There has only been one other guy who has pushed his way into my heart and was able to stay. Christopher, he was the love of my life when I didn’t think Jonathon didn’t love me anymore. Even though people saw him as the weirdest kid in school, he was my best friend and I didn’t care what people said about him and me. I loved him. I would do anything for him.
As we got off the plane, Jonathon grabbed my hand and hailed one of the guys holding a sign with names on it.
“Hello is your name Jonathon Zalchuro?” says the man holding the sign.
“That’s me, are you our driver for the next two weeks?” he says squeezing my hand as if hinting me something is about to happen.
“Si, that’s me. Where would you guys like to go first?”
Jonathon looks at me and lifts his eye brow. Knowing what that meant I nodded my head. Grabbing my bags from my side I slouched over from all the heavy bags, “Ready to go.”
“We’ll like to go to the hotel first. To freshen up, and you know get ready for the rest of the day,” he says with a wink. Jonathon then grabs all the bags that I was carrying with one hand and carried them to the car.
He has strengthened up a lot since the last time we’ve seen each other. Last time we saw each other, we had a little fight and even I was able to tackle him to the ground and pin him. I don’t think I want to test the theory that I still can.
As we walked into the hotel, Jonathon walked in front of me to the front desk as I slowly walked in looking around at the beauty of the building.
I stopped right before I bumped into Jonathon. I looked up to Jonathon. Right before I open my mouth Jonathon says “We have the pent house on the fifty eighth floor, a perfect view of the city, and when the sun sets, and on the other side of the pent house a perfect view of the sun rise.”
“Wow, a whole pent house. I thought we only saved up $2000 each?” I say with a confused tone in my voice mixed with a little bit of shock still that we have a pent house.
“Yea you saved up for $2000, I saved up $9000. It was easy with the job I have,” Jonathon says as he turns away from me and heads for the elevator.
“Job,” I say I as I quickly try to catch up with in the heels that I put on so I wouldn’t seem so short compared to him “ I thought you didn’t have a job last time we talked you said you were just looking into tattoo drawing. You wanted to do that internship in Watertown.”
“Oh yea, I had a job since I moved to Clear Water, I just wanted to keep it a secret so you could be the proud one that had a job." He says this quickly then says “so our bedroom is in this room.” He leads me to a door that is sectioned off from the kitchen/living room area we were just in.
As he opens the door he stops and turns to face me. “What?” I say thinking something was inside that was too graphic for me to see. I try to push through the door, but Jonathon steps in my way and push me, leaving a bruise on my arm already turning blue and purple. “Ow!”
“I’m sorry, but you just like to spoil all my surprises so I’m trying to keep as many as I possibly can.” He says as he rubs my arm trying to make it feel better but not helping since it’s already pretty sensitive and hurts to touch it. “Close your eyes,” he says as he lifts his hand to cover up my eyes. “Now follow the sound of my voice,” I hear him say as the door behind him is pushed open. He grabs my hands, which are shaking for some odd reason; they weren’t before when he wasn’t holding my hand.
Shaking off the odd thoughts, I close my eyes tightly and right when I couldn’t take it anymore I hear his voice say “Open.” Right when I hear these words I open my eyes as fast as I can.

I open my eyes, and I can’t believe what I see. I see a king-sized bed with red rose pedals sprinkled all over the white, silky sheets and along the white, soft floor. The walls are a beautiful dark blue giving the room some dimension.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I turned my head to look at Jonathon. “It’s beautiful.”
“Just like the girl that I’m going to make love to in it,” he says as he grabs my butt and picks me up in a bridal form. We started to laugh and right when he throws me on the bed someone knocks on the door.
He throws his head onto the bed. As I laugh I get up and fix my hair a little, and walk to the door. I open the door and there he stood, Christopher Broon, my ex-boyfriend, whom I thought dead for the past two years.
“Chris!” I jump onto him and hug him like crazy. “How, how is this possible? We buried you two years ago. We took your ashes and put them onto a dirt bike race track. You can’t be alive, it’s just not possible,” I say as I’m about to cry my eyes out.”
He lightly taps me on the back as if he gives me an awkward hug. “You guys must have cremated the wrong guy. I’ve been alive and well, travelling the world.”
Right when I hear this I smacked him in the face. “I gave you my heart, I gave you my body and you leave me thinking you were dead. Didn’t tell me you were leaving. I would have been perfectly fine if you left to travel the world, but to make me think you died is just horrible!”
Just then Jonathon walks behind me. “Honey bun, what’s