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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #8
Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner
... said, throwing her hand up. "Relax… I'm not going to come onto you or anything. And I still think it's weird that you came to my room today, but… I'm grateful, I guess. I might have needed it. I love Vega, and Cat too, but I think they are just so caught up in what's going on, and I can't blame them, but I can't really talk to them either." "I came for Freddie," Carly said, plainly. "You mean everything to him, and he just wants you to be ok." "I'm never going to be ok," Jade said, with a loud exhale before turning over and away from Carly. The former web star just sat there, unsure of what to say now, and clearly bringing Freddie up was a real mistake. She spent the next few minutes desperately trying to find the words to make things better for Jade, but the former mean girl beat her to it. "Things are never going to be ok between Freddie and I," she said, a quiver in her voice, signalling that her crying, absent for over an hour now, was about to return with a vengeance. * * * "She go down finally?" As he left his daughter's room silently, Spencer looked over at his father on the couch, trying to prepare the best way to answer that question. "Yeah… but I can't exactly keep this 'mommy had to leave for a bit' thing going. Savanna's too smart for her own good, and I'm pretty sure she's going to figure out that I'm full of it." "And are you ok?" "Dad…" Spencer said, rolling his eyes and shaking his ...
... head, "Of course not. The sheriff seems to think that my wife, the woman that I married and planned to spend the rest of my life with, is that body they found in the kitchen. I want to tell him he's full of shit and that Amy is right here and I… I just can't. I can't tell him he's wrong. And the only thing that's keeping me from going off the deep end is that I have to focus on how to tell Savanna. So, yeah… no… I'm not remotely ok." By the end of his rant, Spencer was practically running around the den of the room, clearly starting to unravel. But the Colonel hadn't moved a muscle beyond reading a book and drinking some coffee. "How can you be so calm, Dad?!" Spencer nearly shouted, but at the last moment, it became a rushed whisper. "Were you like this when mom died?!" "Spence…" Shay said, taking a deep breath before putting the book back down. "Do you remember when your mother died… Or even how we lost her?" Spencer started to speak, but his mind had turned to mush, and memories began to hit him hard. He was on a boat, holding tight to his dad's hand, while the young Air F*rce officer's other hand was holding tight to a baby carrier. The image was burned deep into his mind because it was the first and only time he ever saw his dad cry. "I… don't know. I can't even picture mom really. I wish I could. Is there something I should know?" "Your mother and I… and you and your s*ster were here. On this island… Stayed at this same ...