Broken Promises
Jack
I suddenly got
an idea.
I still had my
cell phone, so I could
call Ace and
maybe talk
to her if she
had her cell phone
on. I couldn’t risk calling
the house phone.
Mom or one of her men
might answer it.
I dialed my sister’s
familiar number in hopes
that she would answer
the phone. I prayed she
still had my number in her
cell phone’s contacts.
Jack?
It was definitely her voice. And
I was so very glad to hear it.
“Hey, sis,” I spoke
softly unsure of
what to say to her after
so long of not
speaking to her.
“Is everything alright?”
Her small voice trembled. I guess so.
Mom’s still being careless.
I don’t know what
to do, Jack. I want
to find my way back to
you, but I don’t know
how I’m going to do it.
“I promise, sis,
I’ll find a way for
you to find me, we
can meet up somewhere
maybe.”
More promises.
How many was it now?
Five?
Ten?
Fifteen?
Maybe it was
way more than
that.
I believe you, Jack.
Her soft, small
voice had an
inkling of hope
deep in there.
“I have to go now.
Okay, Ace?”
Sure.
I love you,
Jack.
“Of course.
I love you too.” I
hung up. I hated
the
broken promises.
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Dwindling Light
Teen FictionAce and Jack Sterling, twins, lead very different lives. Ace stayed home with their mother and her terrible lovers; Jack ran away, finding himself a part of a drug chain just to have money to keep a modest subsistence. But Ace wants to get away and...
