YA, Urban, Romantic Suspense
Date Published: 08-02-2022
To have or not to hold, from this day forth. How our story ends, teeters in the balance, yet to be told. The door to my darkest secret was unlocked. Through many struggles I learned that Justin is the key. But if a tragic death occurs when you're supposed to say, "I do", is fate telling me that we are doomed. After all, isn't our relationship a forbidden romance that's not meant to be? Doubt, despair, and a devastating reality; only God knows if it will be till fate do us part.
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Episode 1. - The Rising Tides
Episode 2. - Hit and Run
Episode 3. - Perception of Palms
The tremors begin lightly. Nothing concerning at first, but then they increase more and more by the minute. Justin is sitting next to me, and his head snaps in my direction. He’s not a fan of flying. “Just turbulence,” I relay to him. He nods, although the creases on his forehead linger.
The plane jerks violently, causing me and many other people to gasp. After another sharp jolt, Justin grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly. I must admit, my concern is growing. I’ve flown less than a handful of times in my life and have never experienced turbulence this intense.
The pilot comes on overhead. “Everyone, please be seated and fasten your seatbelts. We’ve entered a storm, and we need to fly above it.”
The flight attendants stop serving drinks and snacks, returning quickly toward the front to buckle in.
One man decides not to listen. “I gotta take a leak,” he says, continuing to the restroom.
The plane takes a nosedive. This rapid movement startles me. We’re supposed to fly above the storm—not dive down. The guy who refused to sit regrets his decision. He’s flung over a seat onto another passenger. The person he’s on top of makes their unhappiness known, using a few choice words. Unfortunately, the man can’t move much with the gravity shift.
The plane levels out for a spell, only to yank swiftly downward again. My heart is pounding. Is the plane struggling through the storm, or it is malfunctioning?
At this point, I’m holding onto Justin’s hand as tightly as he’s clinging onto mine. Flying is supposed to be safe. Planes rarely crash. With the way the plane is shaking, I’m having a hard time convincing myself with the statistics.
Other passengers’ worry begins to show. “What’s happening?” a man asks.
“Are we going to crash?” a lady gasps.
“Are we going to die!” another woman shouts.
“It’s going to be rough for few minutes while I maneuver through the storm,” the pilot says overhead, trying to keep everyone calm.
With the plane on its chaotic course, his words aren’t reassuring. The plane jerks more intently, causing several people to scream. The hardhead who didn’t buckle up is holding onto the person he fell on top of for dear life. I think they’re too frightened to complain. Mixed emotions echo around me. Some passengers are swearing, others are freaking out. We’re all terrified now.
Justin and I glance at each other, of one accord. I can understand the meaning in his eyes without words. No matter the outcome—we’re in this to together. To have and to hold, through sickness and in health. That’s what we are here for.
The plane attempts to move upward, then it jolts viciously downward like a roller coaster plummeting over the peak. My stomach shoots to my mouth—suspended in mid-air.
At this point, I close my eyes and start to pray silently. I ask for forgiveness of my sins. I beg for this not to be the end, because my life is only beginning. If it’s the end—I pray for it to be quick.
I don’t care what anyone says—prayer works. The plane rises higher and higher. Finally, it crests the storm. The turbulence ceases and it’s like we’re in the calm of the eye. The pilot announces that we’ve cleared the terrible weather and apologizes for the scare. Everyone cheers—relief is circulating through the air.
My chest begins to feel lighter with each passing breath. I glance out the window in wonder. Where we are, the sky is filled with fluffy, white clouds. Below us, I see lightening flashing with grizzly, opaque clouds. It’s eerie watching the storm from above as it manifests. Thankfully, we’re no longer inside it.
Justin finally releases my hand. “That was a close call.”
“Yeah, it was scary. But we always make it through together.”
“Till death do us part.”
About the Author
B. Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old. She is grateful to have accomplished this dream. B. Truly has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She’s addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of suspense and sci-fi. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romance, sci-fi, dystopian, paranormal, and urban genres.
B. Truly likes to explore conflicted plots of romance with thrilling twists. She also loves creating impossible situations for her characters to grow from and try to overcome.
B. Truly has three wonderful children, and a husband who defines the person that she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Houston, Texas.
Episode 3: Perception of Palms
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