SecretDesires
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OOC: Was thinking of a story line and thought I might try it out. If any want to join feel free. This is just for fun and because I like writing and is open to all whether you want to play the good guys or the bad.
Basically I was thinking about a story where a woman is caught up in something to do with her ex husband. Some unfinished business of his. Just newly divorced she is trying to get on with her life when she gets a threatening phone call from someone unknown to her and that starts the ball rolling and pretty much puts her life in danger as she does not know what it is all about.
I havent placed together the ex husbands past and, if anyone wants to bring him into the picture and flesh that out they are welcome to. Mainly I want to write and have fun and I like the idea of the storyline.
IC: Marissa used the remote to click the TV off. Nothing was on right now and she had just wasted a half hour watching an old picture about some helpless female being rescued from certain disaster by some handsome, fearless type male who she immediately falls in love with. Not to mention the swooning at Handsome, Fearless Male's feet. No, we mustn't forget that crucial part of the movie.
Marissa rolled her eyes at the thought and stood up to take her dinner dishes to the sink and clean up before heading to bed. She was tired and the movie she had been watching was more her sister Kitty's type of movie. Ever the hopeless romantic, Kitty was constantly 'falling in love' every other week if not more often. Marissa smiled at the thought. God love her, she had enough romantisim running through her veins for the both of them.
Turning off the lights and locking the door she had to admit that she and her sister were very much at opposite ends of the scale. Marissa tended to be more hard headed and logical than her sister and wasn't much of a believer in True Love. Especially not after just getting out of a three year marriage with a man who started off every sentence with 'Sorry I was late but...' And it wasnt just that he was occasionally late. At the end of the marriage it was the only thing she COULD count on with him. When he came home it was a surprise and always with an excuse. After awhile her logic told her the reason and she felt like a fool for even believing his denials of another woman even if she didn't have any proof. What else could it be that would keep him out so often and so late?
Dressing for bed she got a good look at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door and stopped to take a good look. She was reasonably good looking with long, sandy brown hair, a lean figure, not too tall at 5' 6" and grey eyes that seemed to speak volumes when looking at a person. Maybe the problem had been that she needed a bit of her sister's romantic tendencies to make the marriage more interesting for him. At the time he seemed to like her steady, no nonsense personality and they both seemed to get along well.
With a huge sigh Marissa pulled up the covers and slide into bed. And maybe that was the problem as well. Maybe she needed to believe in love and all the things that you couldn't touch or prove instead of trying to take a magnifying glass to everything. She wondered if that possiblility was even in her make up. Maybe someone forgot to put it in and then tried to make up for it by giving her share to Kitty when her younger sister came along.
She was about to reach for the light switch to the bedside lamp when the phone on the table began to ring. Startled she looked at her alarm clock which read 11:26 pm. Who could be calling so late at night. Whoever it was couldn't be bringing good news. Picking up the phone she placed it to her ear and said,"Yes? What is it?"
"You tell him we know," The voice on the other end was a bit raspy and rough. The tone used sent shivers down Marissa's spine. "You tell him we don't forget," The obviously male voice continued and Marissa was lost for words. She honestly couldn't get her mouth to make any sounds at all. The air around her seemed to have frozen over all at once. "You tell him we are coming to get what is ours." Was the final sentence from the threatening unknown person and then a click sounded in her ear that seemed as loud as a gun shot.
Marissa didn't know how long she had sat there in bed just holding the phone in her hand, her knuckles white from the grip upon it but as soon as she came out of her stupor she dropped the phone on the bed as if the owner of the voice could crawl right through the phone line and into her bedroom.
What the hell was that? Who was HE and what were they coming for. Surely they had gotten the wrong number. She didn't know if she should call the cops or just think that someone was either playing a very unfunny joke or had gotten a wrong number. Eventually she managed to get her heart and her fear under control and replace the phone, which was beeping now interrupted only by the computer voice telling you that your phone was off the hook. Taking deep breaths she told herself that what she had heard wasn't as bad as she had thought. Obviously someone had dialed a wrong number and they were upset with something that they thought someone else took and were working off some anger thinking she was the someone they really meant to speak to.
That thought didn't make as much sense as she wanted it to make but she refused to look at any other possiblity. What else could it be? There as no more HE here and there was nothing that they could want from her, Marissa Wilds, divorced secretary. Forcefully pushing the thought out of her head she made herself lay down and turn off the lights. Still, it was a very long time before she fell into a light sleep with that voice repeating itself in her head.
Basically I was thinking about a story where a woman is caught up in something to do with her ex husband. Some unfinished business of his. Just newly divorced she is trying to get on with her life when she gets a threatening phone call from someone unknown to her and that starts the ball rolling and pretty much puts her life in danger as she does not know what it is all about.
I havent placed together the ex husbands past and, if anyone wants to bring him into the picture and flesh that out they are welcome to. Mainly I want to write and have fun and I like the idea of the storyline.
IC: Marissa used the remote to click the TV off. Nothing was on right now and she had just wasted a half hour watching an old picture about some helpless female being rescued from certain disaster by some handsome, fearless type male who she immediately falls in love with. Not to mention the swooning at Handsome, Fearless Male's feet. No, we mustn't forget that crucial part of the movie.
Marissa rolled her eyes at the thought and stood up to take her dinner dishes to the sink and clean up before heading to bed. She was tired and the movie she had been watching was more her sister Kitty's type of movie. Ever the hopeless romantic, Kitty was constantly 'falling in love' every other week if not more often. Marissa smiled at the thought. God love her, she had enough romantisim running through her veins for the both of them.
Turning off the lights and locking the door she had to admit that she and her sister were very much at opposite ends of the scale. Marissa tended to be more hard headed and logical than her sister and wasn't much of a believer in True Love. Especially not after just getting out of a three year marriage with a man who started off every sentence with 'Sorry I was late but...' And it wasnt just that he was occasionally late. At the end of the marriage it was the only thing she COULD count on with him. When he came home it was a surprise and always with an excuse. After awhile her logic told her the reason and she felt like a fool for even believing his denials of another woman even if she didn't have any proof. What else could it be that would keep him out so often and so late?
Dressing for bed she got a good look at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door and stopped to take a good look. She was reasonably good looking with long, sandy brown hair, a lean figure, not too tall at 5' 6" and grey eyes that seemed to speak volumes when looking at a person. Maybe the problem had been that she needed a bit of her sister's romantic tendencies to make the marriage more interesting for him. At the time he seemed to like her steady, no nonsense personality and they both seemed to get along well.
With a huge sigh Marissa pulled up the covers and slide into bed. And maybe that was the problem as well. Maybe she needed to believe in love and all the things that you couldn't touch or prove instead of trying to take a magnifying glass to everything. She wondered if that possiblility was even in her make up. Maybe someone forgot to put it in and then tried to make up for it by giving her share to Kitty when her younger sister came along.
She was about to reach for the light switch to the bedside lamp when the phone on the table began to ring. Startled she looked at her alarm clock which read 11:26 pm. Who could be calling so late at night. Whoever it was couldn't be bringing good news. Picking up the phone she placed it to her ear and said,"Yes? What is it?"
"You tell him we know," The voice on the other end was a bit raspy and rough. The tone used sent shivers down Marissa's spine. "You tell him we don't forget," The obviously male voice continued and Marissa was lost for words. She honestly couldn't get her mouth to make any sounds at all. The air around her seemed to have frozen over all at once. "You tell him we are coming to get what is ours." Was the final sentence from the threatening unknown person and then a click sounded in her ear that seemed as loud as a gun shot.
Marissa didn't know how long she had sat there in bed just holding the phone in her hand, her knuckles white from the grip upon it but as soon as she came out of her stupor she dropped the phone on the bed as if the owner of the voice could crawl right through the phone line and into her bedroom.
What the hell was that? Who was HE and what were they coming for. Surely they had gotten the wrong number. She didn't know if she should call the cops or just think that someone was either playing a very unfunny joke or had gotten a wrong number. Eventually she managed to get her heart and her fear under control and replace the phone, which was beeping now interrupted only by the computer voice telling you that your phone was off the hook. Taking deep breaths she told herself that what she had heard wasn't as bad as she had thought. Obviously someone had dialed a wrong number and they were upset with something that they thought someone else took and were working off some anger thinking she was the someone they really meant to speak to.
That thought didn't make as much sense as she wanted it to make but she refused to look at any other possiblity. What else could it be? There as no more HE here and there was nothing that they could want from her, Marissa Wilds, divorced secretary. Forcefully pushing the thought out of her head she made herself lay down and turn off the lights. Still, it was a very long time before she fell into a light sleep with that voice repeating itself in her head.
