Every Little Piece

Posted On December 4, 2010

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April, Round 2 – Delarosa household {featuring Florence Delarosa (32), and Ben Ryan (31), as well as Herbert Goodie.} {optional soundtrack is Breathe by Michelle Branch.}

Florence could not remember a time in her life when she’d ever felt this way.

As she snuggled into Ben, felt his soft skin against her body, and smelled his wonderful smell she knew she was head over heels in love.

She just wasn’t sure how he felt in return – or that if she made on little mistake, he wouldn’t simply throw her away like all of his other girlfriends in the past. Because that was what she was, she realized. After a year of dating, and six months of living together, she was still just a girlfriend.

Once they were finally up, though, Ben took hold over her hands. “Hear that, babe?” he asked with a smile that made Florence simply melt inside. “It’s spring!”

Indeed, a bird chirped at that precise moment, and you had to be blind not to notice the fully green trees and luscious arrangements of flowers bursting from every corner.

A squeak of a sneeze brought the two of them out of their reverie.

“Oh, Elijah.” Florence chuckled.

* * * *

Ben settled into the kitchen as Florence prepared some cereal for breakfast.

“Hey, where did all of these letters come from?” he asked innocently.

Florence gasped, flinging rice crispies all across the floor. Sitting on top of her table were the letters to Lisa from Fallon that she and Samantha had stolen from the Ramirez house in September. They hadn’t planned to give the letters to the police, despite the fact that they contained some pretty interesting details. Details that gave an awful lot of insight into the Ramirez murder case that still hadn’t been solved.

But then Samantha had disappeared without a trace, and now Florence was scared. What if Fallon had found out about what she knew? So Florence hid the letters and tried to forget all about them. But last night her conscious had been bothering her, and she had taken them out, in the cover of darkness, to look over one more time.

And apparently, left them out for all the world to see. And she realized a moment too late that Lisa’s name was clearly labeled on the envelopes.

“What are you doing with these?” he asked confusedly.

Florence snatched them into a pile and threw them into a nearby cabinet. “They’re.. they’re… oh shit, I stole them from the Ramirez house, and now I’m dead.” she crumpled into the stool beside Ben. “I should have told you awhile ago, but I was scared.”

He still looked confused. Florence thanked the heavens her boyfriend wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box.

“Shouldn’t you give these to the police? After all, they haven’t found the murderer yet.”

“I know, Ben. But I’m scared.” She finally confessed about the anxiety that had plagued her for months.

“Alright Florence. Here’s the plan. I have to go to work. But while I’m gone you need to go to the police and hand these in. This could be very dangerous.”

“I know…”

“And I would never be able to get over losing you.” There was a moment of silence, and the Ben sprung up. “I really better get moving. And get rid of those letters!”

Once he had gone, Florence got dressed and showered, taking as long as possible. She was dreading delivering the letters to the police.

But they had to go.

“What have I gotten myself into, Elijah?” she asked, bending down to pet the puppy.

He responded with a shrill ruff.

“Oh that’s great. You judge me too.” Florence stiffened her resolve and headed for the police station.

* * * *

“Miss Delarosa! It’s great to see you again!” Sergent Goodie exclaimed, shaking her hand vigorously. “What can I do for you today?”

“Oh boy do I have something to tell you.” she said as they took seats at his desk.

She explained the entire story, including the break in, to the police chief.

“And I’ll take whatever punishment you’ll give me, even if it means arrest.” Florence said glumly, depositing the letters on the desk. “I just want these gone for good.”

Sergent Goodie leaned forward and grabbed a letter. “Listen, Florence. I understand your fear. But you should have brought these letters to me a lot sooner.”

“Am I… uh… a criminal?” she asked fearfully.

“No.” Sergent Goodie had a twinkle in his eye. “Finding something my team of officers missed is certainly not a crime. The only people who will receive a talking to are them. However, I have to ask you to please leave the detective work to the professionals from now on.”

“Of course. Thank you!”

“And as for Ms. Bradshaw’s disappearance, I’m afraid no one has filed a missing persons report. And it’s not uncommon for people to simply relocate, you know. So there’s nothing I can do there.”

“I understand.” said Florence.

“But the letters… I wonder what’s in them…” he picked one off the top at random, and Florence recognized it as that first one she and Samantha had read together.

He skimmed it, muttering thoughtfully to himself. He finally paused in the middle.

“My god. You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked Florence.

“Er… not really, no.”

He looked at her gravely. “It means we have finally found a motive for the murders. I can arrest the perpetrator.”

Florence took a moment to be shocked, and then was promptly sick into the garbage can.

* * * *

What had come over her? It wasn’t like the concept of murder was new to her. In fact, she hadn’t even thrown up when she discovered the bodies.

Then what happened to make her grow all frail? She shook it off as she returned home, trembling slightly.

She had only taken a few steps inside when she felt more sickness coming on.

What was happening?

* * * *

It took only five minutes in Charleston Market and another five locket in its filthy public bathroom for Florence to discover that she was carrying Ben’s baby.

“Oh shit.” she cursed once she was back home. “Oh my god. I need to calm down.”

Florence took to the front yard, for gardening had always been her favorite thing to do, and had led to the opening of her florist shop.

She she watered the tomato plants, her mind reeling with the news.

Florence knew, was absolutely sure, that Ben did not want this baby. Ben had commitment issues. Ben was irresponsible. Ben was a hopeless cad.

Ben was, Ben was, Ben was, Ben was.

“Just breathe. Calm down.” she told herself while raking some stray leaves. “Even though Ben might not want the baby, he’s still moved in with you. He wouldn’t dump you without at least thinking it over, right?” she spoke aloud.

“Oh gosh, I’m speaking to myself!”

The flowers were giving off their wonderful perfume, and Florence drank it in, looking for any way to relieve the stress. And it had been a stressful day.

She even caught a few butterflies and stored them in a jar.

“There. Now you know how I feel.” She cackled, placing it on a nearby table. “Trapped.”

She was just returning to tackle the garden’s weeds when she heard footsteps on the grass.

“Good afternoon, sexy.” Ben had arrived, still wearing his hard hat from the day’s construction.

Florence straightened up, her arms behind her back, ready to retell the days events, and most of all, spill the beans about her pregnancy. It had been a confessional sort of day, anyway.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Sure… what’s up?”

“It may or may not end this relationship.”

“Now you got me scared… what is it?” he asked uncertainly.

“Ben, I’m pregnant.” she sputtered, shocked at how blunt she sounded. “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of? How can you be sort of pregnant?”

“You’d be surprised… Oh, what am I saying? I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.” She hung her head. She had prepared herself for the worst. “You can break up with me now, if you want.”

Ben’s face had frozen in shock, but to Florence’s utter amazement and delight, a huge smile stretched wide across his handsome face.

“I’m not breaking up with you. I’m not even upset. Overjoyed, actually. This just gives me a reason to finally ask you something.”

And he dropped to one knee.

“Florence, I want you, baby. I want every little piece of you, forever. So whattya say?”

Florence was feeling a bit faint. “How… how eloquent.”

He held out a ring. “Will you marry me?”

Florence was having trouble finding the right words. Or more importantly, the right word. All in all, she was terribly flustered.

“Florence?” Ben asked uncertainly, slowing lowering the box.

“Oh hell, I have no idea what’s come over me today. Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Yes, Benjamin Ryan, I want to marry you!”

And just to get her to stop shouting, he lifted her into a huge hug.

“Let’s go in and celebrate, if you know what I mean, eh?” Ben nudged her with his elbow.

Florence rolled her eyes and tried to make a face at Ben’s silliness, but she had tears of joy streaming down. She was a mess, really, but she didn’t care, not one bit. 

“I’ll meet you there, Ben. I have one last thing to do.” She made her way over to the table where she placed the butterflies earlier.

Sure enough, she found them there, struggling and fighting to escape from their small red jar of captivity. Florence unscrewed the lid and held it high, watching as they flew off into the sky, one by one.

“So now you know how I feel.” she said, tucking the jar under her arm. “Free.”

* * * *

And while someone was having her wildest dreams come true, others were finally having their nightmare’s come to life…

Sergent Goodie sat down his latest suspect. After reading every single letter, he felt confident that he had made an accurate arrest.

“Mr. Ramirez, can you please tell me why I have called you in again.”

“Because I bet you still think I killed my wife and daughter, which I will swear until my dying breath that I didn’t.” Checo replied. “I don’t have a motive.”

Sergent Goodie had been dealing with criminals for years, but he was far from hardened. He looked at Checo with great sadness and pity.

“I’m afraid, that unfortunately, we now do.”

“What?” Checo sat up. Surely they hadn’t found out about his affair with Carmen.

“We discovered a secret correspondence, preserved in letters, between your wife Lisa and a man named Fallon. Ring any bells?”

“Yes, of course. He is a close- er, business associate of mine.”

“Well it just so happens that Lisa and Fallon were conducting a lengthy affair. And that, my friend, gives you ample motive. Now please place your hands in the air. You are under arrest.”

* * * *

Not expecting Florence to be such a potty mouth, right? Me either! LOL, but man, I put her through some serious stress this update, and I figured she would have a few choice words!

So I hope I explained the mystery properly. After she and Samantha found the letters, they were hesitant to turn them in because they never expected to actually find anything. And then Samantha went and left town for good, so Florence was all on her own.

Expect baby Ryan/Delarosa just in time for christmas. I can’t decided whether or not to wed them before or after.

So there you have it. Lisa was having an affair with Checo’s “business associate” Fallon! Did he kill her in a jealous rage? But then how did Tessa die?

stay tuned!

You Never Really Know

Posted On May 20, 2010

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January, Round 2 – mini update { featuring Jeff Weiss (25) and Myrtle Fargate (59) }

It had been two weeks.

Two very long weeks, during which New Years came and went, and everyone returned to their normal lives.

Everyone except… Jeff. As soon as the holiday season had ended, he went back to work.

But Samantha failed to show. And she wasn’t taking his phone calls. He didn’t mean to be so desperate – he really didn’t. This visit to her apartment was his last attempt, his final effort at reaching out, when he had (presumably) been so coldly snubbed.

He knocked loudly, calling her name. “Samantha! Where are you?”

And then, to his utter amazement, the door swung open.

“At last! I was beginning to get worried-” Jeff broke off when he looked up and saw, not Samantha, but an older red haired woman.

“Hello, sir. Come on, come in, I don’t want you waiting out there in the cold.” she ushered him over the doorway, and closed it carefully behind her. “I assume you’re looking for Samantha Bradshaw?”

“Yes! Thank goodness. My name is Jeff Weiss.” he stammered.

“Ah, yes. Samantha spoke very highly of you. I’m Myrtle Fargate. I own this building. And as to your previous question…” she threw up her hands. “Unfortunately, I was about to ask you the same thing. Samantha disappeared a couple of weeks ago. I woke up one morning to find her door wide open, and this whole place trashed. I… was shaken, to say the least.”

“What? Why haven’t you contacted anyone?” Jeff demanded.

“You have to understand, Mr. Weiss, that when Samantha first moved in here, she requested that her life remain private… and I didn’t think it would be right to cause a big fuss over nothing.”

“Over nothing? My god, she might have been abducted!”

“Hardly. When I went into the bedroom to inspect for further damage, I found that all of her belongings, as well as her luggage, and clothing, were gone. I’m fairly positive that Samantha has left town – for good.”

Jeff cut his hand across the air. “No. That’s not good enough for me. Sam can’t be gone… she didn’t say a single word to anyone!”

“Perhaps that was her decision, Mr. Weiss.” Myrtle said quietly. “Now look, I’ll show you the bedroom.” she led him across the hall. “See? Empty.”

Jeff let this visual was over him. A dull sense of dread was beginning to form in him. “It’s just that… I thought… I thought… she wouldn’t do something like this.”

“Well, you’d be surprised at what some people are willing to do, Mr. Weiss.” Myrtle said. “There are all sorts of people who are capable of strange things – things you would never expect they would ever do.”

“But I know Samantha. I know her! I’m gonna find out what happened!”

Myrtle narrowed her eyes. “With all due respect, there’s a lot about Samantha that you didn’t know. Why she left her hometown. Her family, for example. She told me her whole history… and it’s not something you want to get involved in.”

She paused, noticing how crestfallen Jeff looked. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing else any of us can do. But if she does contact you… be sure to let me know.”

“Okay.” Jeff thanked her, and then slowly made his way out of the apartment and home.

He thought he knew Samantha. He truly did. But as he took himself home, Jeff was forced to realize he never really knew her at all.

* * * *

That same evening, Myrtle received another knock on the door.

“Oh. It’s you.” she said dully.

“Yes, it’s me.” Fallon snapped, marching into her house. She flinched. “No need to hide your disdain. We have matters to discuss.”

“You promised you’d leave me alone! I did everything you asked! I talked to Samantha and found out her whole family history, which I told you! I warned her to stop meddling in the Ramirez murders! And I told you where she would be on Christmas day! And I’ve been covering you ever since she disappeared!”

“Yes, you held up your end of the bargain, Myrtle. And I will hold up mine. Your daughter and her family will not be touched.”

“Good! So help me…”

“Now that Samantha’s out of the way, I’m free to carry out my plans as soon as they’re ready. I just stopped by to make you’d never tell a soul about our little secret.”

“You’re not going to… hurt… someone, are you?” Myrtle asked fearfully.

Fallon smiled wickedly, the wheels in his crooked brain turning. “With some people, you never really know.”

* * * *

Now you weren’t expecting that one, did you? Sweet Myrtle in cahoots with Fallon? Never!

Well, it’s been like this for awhile. Samantha told Myrtle everything in Dead Wrong, Part 2. And Myrtle told Fallon that Samantha would be at the christmas party, and helped him break into the apartment. She’s been aiding him all along! That’s how he was able to follow Sam.

But Myrtle isn’t doing it to help him  – she’s not evil. She’s doing it to protect her family – her family who will be revealed very soon!

Thanks for reading! And if anything needs explaining, feel free to tell me! I would love to answer.

Silent Night

December, Round 1 – mini update (holiday) { featuring Samantha Bradshaw, (23) Jeff Weiss, (24) Blake Macdonough, (31) Kimberly Linkletter, (25) Tyler Linkletter, (25) Lauren Brie Harris, (28) Remy Harris, (29) and Jenna Heggler, (30) }

“Merry Christmas!” Jeff exclaimed, kissing Samantha on the cheek.

“You too.” she answered. “I’m so excited for the party!”

Samantha was taking Jeff as her date to Lauren Brie Harris’ annual Christmas party. All of her friends were coming, and naturally, Jeff was freaking out.

“Relax. I’m sure they’ll all love you. Well, at least some of them.” Samantha teased.

Jeff gulped and walked her to the door. “Nice place.” he remarked.

“I know! Look at these lights! It’s beautiful.”

“Merry Christmas!” Kimberly gushed, pulling open the door. “Come on in guys, my sister is in the kitchen!”

“Samantha!” cried Lauren Brie from across the room, waddling over to her friend.

“Stay put! You’re five months pregnant!” Samantha said sternly, hugging Lauren Brie. “Brie, this is Jeff.”

Jeff took her coat and brought it into the bedroom.

“Thanks for inviting me!” Samantha said. 

“No, thank you for coming!” Lauren Brie answered.

Samantha left her to check out the party.

She found Jenna Heggler on the couch with a mystery man. “Derek, meet Sam.” Jenna said. “This is our second date.” she whispered to Sam. “Keep an eye on us.”

Samantha agreed as she ran over to the bar, which she had just spotted across the room.

While she helped herself to some wine, Blake MacDonough and Tyler Linkletter were catching up.

“Wow! I haven’t seen you out in ages!” Tyler said.

“Trust me, I know.” Blake grumbled, taking a swig of eggnog. “I’ve been really busy with the kids. But I made him stay home tonight and watch them while I got my hair done and came here.”

“Huh.” Tyler nodded, unsure of what to say.

* * * *

The party started taking off as more and more eggnog was consumed, and before long the guests began to get a little frisky.

“Oooh, look at my sister.” Lauren Brie muttered to Samantha, shaking her head. “She was never the prim and proper one, I’ll tell you that.”

Samantha giggled, her spirits raised by the wine and excitement. She never thought she would like a blonde (much less a blonde who loved pink!) but Kimberly had definitely grown on Sam ever since she met her that day in the market.

And before you could say the word “hypocrite” Samantha looked over to find Lauren Brie under the mistletoe, furiously kissing her husband.

She watched them enviously. It wasn’t that Samantha wasn’t interested in kissing Jeff, she was just taking things slowly. Very slowly.

And it was clearly about so much more than kissing.

“People who live in glass houses…” Blake giggled, stumbling over to Samantha. “I overheard your conversation before, and Lauren Brie should learn to keep it in her pants before she starts criticizing others.”

Samantha was about to answer when the teetering Blake cut her off. “And there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“What?”

Blake leaned in close, so that her mouth was nearly touching Samantha’s ear. “I think you should go talk to Jeff. He’s been sitting in the corner talking to Jenna and her weirdo boyfriend for the past two hours. Go get him!”

“I will! I’ve been busy!”  Samantha retorted.

“I know you love him. Just look at your face. Now scoot!”

Samantha hid her face in embarrassment and went back to the bar.

As she poured herself yet another glass, she saw, through a slight fog, Blake wobble over to Jeff and point to Samantha.

Samantha rolled her eyes and took another swig.

“Hey, Sam.” Jeff appeared behind her.

“Hey!”

“I got you a little something… it’s not much, but I thought you would like it.” He pulled out a small present. “Merry Christmas.”

Samantha was touched. “What is it?” she asked, untying the bow.

“Open it!” he laughed.

It was a small necklace, in the shape of a silver swallow. Samantha felt tears sting her eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

Jeff looked at the ground. “Just like you.”

And at that moment, Samantha gave up holding it all in. She leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. “Sorry that took so long.” she said.

“It’s okay.” Jeff straightened his glasses. “It was worth it.”

Elsewhere, Jenna was slowly realizing that she was going to regret something in the morning.

And no one could tell where Remy and Lauren Brie had gone off too… hey, they’re newlyweds, people! Don’t judge!

Samantha was bursting with emotion, and she badly needed a breath of fresh air. “See you in a minute.” she told Jeff, touching his hand, and she headed for the door.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Blake slurred, stopping Samantha.

“I should be asking you that question.” she said. “But yes, I’m feeling good. Exceptionally great, as a matter of fact.”

Samantha didn’t even bother with her coat as she slowly descended the steps and marched down the pathway to the  side walk. The cool night air felt wonderful on her face.

She closed her eyes, letting the night wash over her.

Somewhere, a group of carolers were singing, and Samantha could hear bits and snatches of their song. The church bells were ringing, and the muffled laughter of the guests inside Lauren Brie’s party floated outside.

Samantha was just making a mental note to remember this feeling of warmth and happiness when a dilapidated car pulled up in front of the house.

Thinking it was one of the guests, Samantha walked into the street to greet them.

But she realized a minute too late who it really was.

“Happy Holidays.” Fallon said in his low, cold voice. “It’s nice to finally meet you – Samantha Bradshaw.”

Shock had momentarily taken over her body.

“I’d like to have a little word with you, if you wouldn’t mind.” Fallon snarled.

Samantha gawked.

“I know you’ve been researching me, digging into my background… meddling, some might call it. Don’t ask how I know, just listen.” he raised his hand. “So I did a little digging of my own – and found out quite a lot about you.”

Samantha had finally regained the ability to speak. “Get to the point.” she snapped.

“I am.” he said cooly. “Keep your mouth shut, Miss Bradshaw.”

Samantha smirked. “You said you know me, Fallon.” she said, her voice slowly raising. “But if you did, you would know I don’t just roll over like that.”

“You’re messing with something that’s none of your business. I simply asking you to forget what you know, abandon your investigation, and move on.”

“I’m just trying to do my job! You’re covering something up – something awful. I know it! And you expect me to just sit back and watch you? No, I’m sorry. I could never do that.”

“Ah, you are mistaking me, I’m afraid. I don’t think you realize that I’m not requesting – I’m ordering.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do to me?” Samantha scoffed.

Fallon narrowed his eyes. “Fine. I’ll play you’re game, missy. If you utter so much as one word…” he examined his fingernails. “Your parents are nice people, I presume?”

“I.. I guess.” Samantha faltered. “I havent’s spoken to them in a while.”

“And your little sister… what’s her name? Oh, yes. Bella.”

Samantha gasped. “Where are you going with this?”

Fallon narrowed his eyes. “If you say one word – one little peep – I will pay your family a little visit. All three of them: Autumn, Cody, and Bella. Trust me, you don’t want to know what I’m capable of.”

Samantha heard all this as if in a trance. She felt something; a terrible, bone crushingly heavy weight of terror wash over her.

And then she panicked. Without even a glance back, Samantha ran off into the night.

* * * *

She arrived back at her apartment, sweaty and out of breath. She burst into the bathroom, ran to the sink, and frantically, almost maniacal, began to scrub the makeup off her face. “No… no… no… no…” she whispered to herself, tracks of mascara sliding down her face.

She nearly scalped herself as she brushed her curls out, frantic to erase this illusion of comfort and happiness that came with her beautiful appearance.

Only when she was back in her leather jacket, her face clean and her hair hung limp and wet, did Samantha finally look around her bedroom.

It was a mess. The dresser drawers were hanging open, their contents jumbled, as if someone had haphazardly thrown them back in.

Horrified, Samantha raced to the kitchen, where she discovered the couch leaning on its side, the table knocked astray, and every cabinet door open.

“No…” she repeated. “Not my money!” Samantha flew to the last cabinet, where she had hidden all of her money, everything she had earned during her stay in Kayton and brought with her.

It was all gone.

“NO!” she screamed, kicking a chair. The rage and terror building up inside her exploded, and Samantha began ripping her apartment apart. She picked up a vase and smashed it to the ground. She overturned the coffee table, which in turn hit the television, cracking the screen.

She reached her hand into her pocket and fingered a crisp train ticket and a folded ten dollar bill.

Samantha knew.

She entered her bedroom, and pulled her suitcase out from under it. Fallon had ruined everything.

She began to throw anything she could find into her suitcase, clothes, books, and toiletries; anything she could lay her hands on. Only when it was bulging at the seams did she finally zip it closed and haul it out to the front door.

Feeling as though she was forgetting something, Samantha ran back to her bedroom and looked around.

It was then that she spotted the pictures of Samantha and she, smiling and waving happily from the photos. She remembered exactly how content she felt that night – and how quickly that feeling had evaporated.

It was eerily similar to how she was feeling now.

“I’ll do better next time, Sam.” she promised, ripping the two photos from the wall. “I’ll do better.”

With a heavy heart, Samantha left her apartment. There was no need to lock the door – Fallon’s break in had proved that.

Samantha edged toward the railing, looking out into the dark christmas night, straining her ears for the laughter, for the singing, for the joy. She was desperately wanting for some part of that small feeling she’d had mere hours before.

But there was nothing… the night was silent.

And Samantha finally let the tears fall as she descended the stairs of her apartment for the last time.

* * * *

Farewell Sam – Kayton Square will miss you!

I knew it was coming. But I can’t believe how sad I am to see her go! Her life here was only beginning, and it was cut so short… so soon.

It sounds like she died, lol! But it was her time to leave. She meddled too much, too soon, in a deep secret. so even though Samantha will not be here when it is solved, maybe ill ask whoever has her to publish it in the paper or something 🙂

So Samantha is headed for blackcat’s Richmond Sims  (Finally, I might add! Totally got carried away here!)

I have decided to continue the trend that The Lunar Fox so brilliantly started, which was having Samantha take with her a souvenir from each place she visits. She has the photos from Tierro De Legado, and now…

Samantha has the silver swallow necklace given to her from Jeff!  I don’t know how to make my own cc, but I found this wonderful download from MTS2. I think it fits her perfectly, since she always “flies” away, just like a bird.

download the necklace here

and the mesh here

You’ll find out who spilled the beans to Fallon soon. And it’s not who you think. (maybe  – lol!)

Thanks for being a part of this wonderful journey with me! I can’t wait to read all of your adventures with her!

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