Secret Storm an epic adventure

Hello, my wonderful readers! I have finally found the time to sit down and write a little piece of my Secret Storm story. This story is one of my favorites as I have mentioned before. The story is a beautiful and emotional battle for one young woman and a life changer for the gentleman who meets her. Both are up against a ticking clock, and a secret storm as it chases them down. This emotional love story and epic adventure is a gift of the heart. I have such a hard time just sitting down and writing it because I want my readers to feel the great struggle and emotion that both parties are experiencing, so it's perfection...or nothing at all. I know there will be many drafts and changes as I go along but this piece is close to my heart. I have started this project as a novel but I am still debating on turning it into a film. One step at a time I keep telling myself. Please enjoy.

“Avery! Where do you think you are going?” I slurred at the top of my lungs and staggered out the restaurant exit following Avery as she made a mad dash across the gravel parking lot. I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight and the world seemed to tilt and sway with every step I took with my malfunctioning legs. Avery was upset, I knew that, but it was only a few drinks. I never mean what I say when I’m drunk. She kept her back to me ignoring my pleas to come back. 

“Averyanna! Oh, c’mon!” I bellowed. I continued to stagger after her until I was finally able to grab her arm and make her stop. I turned her around in a quick angry jerk and stared straight into her eyes.

“Let go of me! You’re hurting me.” she panicked wincing as she tried to pry her arm from my grasp. I’ve seen this look on her face before when I first met her. She was a scared animal that seemed to be backed into a corner with nowhere else to go. I kept hold of her elbow in my tight grasp. My breaths came short and fast with frustration.

“No,” my words were harsh against my lips. “We’re going back to the hotel. Now get in the car,” I said tasting bile as it rushed up my throat. I swallowed hard. She fought again to free her arm, fear still reflected in her wide eyes.

“I’m not getting in the car. You’re drunk.” Her voice sounded small but forceful. She drew back her arm with more force and knocked me off balance. My grip on her arm loosened and she pulled free. I tried to reach for it again stumbling on the gravel on the ground and nearly face planting it. I growled in anger. I watched as she jogged to the street then stopped. Her chest was heaving up and down, and she just stood there looking both ways debating which way to turn. She was stranded. Her long chestnut brown hair blew around her shoulders in the wind. She had a hidden beauty that she covered I thought as I stood there watching her. My anger seemed to subside a bit and I staggered to her side and turned her again this time less forceful. Her green eyes were filled with tears and her cheeks were soaked. My heart sank realizing what I had done.

“I’m sorry,” my words came out slurred but soft. “Just get in the car and we’ll talk about it…” Avery turned away from me and started walking down the street in the dark. My anger and frustration returned. “Will you just stop and listen!” I yelled. “This is ridiculous. You’re acting childish now.” I stumbled forward not seeming to be in a rush, but merely following her knowing eventually she would stop. She spun on her heel in surprise, tears still soaking her cheeks.

“Childish? I’m acting childish?” she said through sobs that rang out just audible above the wind. “I’m not the one who is drunk, and stumbling over myself, and yelling at the top of my lungs causing a scene.” She glanced over at a group of on lookers from the restaurant entrance. I followed her gaze. The image of the group of people tilted and swirled. I tried again to hold back the bile that seemed to rush up my throat. I swallowed hard before speaking. “Which could have been avoided…” I yelled then lowered my voice. “Which could have been avoided if you just got in the car.”