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| ISBN-13: | 9781477275399 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 10/24/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 322 |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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BURNING BARRIERS
By Karen Moulder
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Karen MoulderAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4772-7537-5
Chapter One
The backroom of the church was lit with an eerie light cast from the thin plate glass window that provided a cold feeling despite the unusually warm conditions the day held in store. The cool gray walls adorned with simple but religious artwork seemed to grow as her eyes followed them from floor to ceiling until the small room felt more like a cave. The sensation made her feel small – young. She had felt the looks of disapproval from some members in attendance."Relax, Kate. This is your day, not theirs," her aunt Cathy, who was still very young herself, offered in loving advice.
"I know. I know," she sighed, glancing at the woman through the mirror. "I'm so excited!" The gorgeous young bride let a smile fill her small tanned face. Then her cheeks and the tip of her button nose blushed. She looked down, slightly embarrassed at how excited she really was, and brushed her small fingers over the dress. Despite what others thought about her marrying at the young age of fifteen, she felt perfect. The bridesmaids bustled about excitedly as they fitted themselves in yellow and lavender crepe and organza gowns.
Her mother's hands shook beneath lace gloves, attempting in vain to tie the perfect bow from the pale yellow ribbon in the hair of her other daughter, Beth. The older – yet still young – mother of the bride, Leah, had a look of excitement on her face, which was that of a woman on "her" wedding day, and although Leah would not be the one ushered down the aisle to meet her groom, this really was the result of her planning – the wedding she never had.
"Thank you for letting me share in this." The words were sweet and sentimental; Leah had to look away so the mascara wouldn't trail down her cheeks.
From the decorations to the guest list, her mother had taken part in every detail. Kate's parent's marriage, an elopement, had lacked any formal luster, but had stood the test of time. Her father, the man who had swept up the beauty before her, would walk Kate down the aisle today and give her away to her own love.
Her own dress hugged her figure as she strode, head held high despite the relentless quiver in her stomach, to the full length mirror that hung lackadaisically from a thin wire and nail, tilted just enough so that her left foot was seemingly cut from the picture. The faux gold frame reflected the strange light of the room, causing her reflection to have a haloed effect and emphasizing her youthful face, which bore a natural blush that was more beautiful than even the most skilled beauticians could pull off. Russet ringlets framed it, delicately falling from the gorgeous loose bun that her aunt Cathy had lovingly and agonizingly fashioned atop her head. By anyone's standards, she was beautiful but with an air of innocence about her.
Today, Kate felt more special than she had in her entire life, a feeling that radiated from her through the fitted lace dress, a gift from a close friend – as opposed to an expensive designer model. She realized that most girls fantasized about their wedding day, planned each and every detail years before the actual day, although for her, it had never been that way. Kate had been a rough and tough tomboy, so the dream wedding fantasy that many girls shared was never foremost in her mind. Kate had always wanted to be a wife, but despite her delicate beauty, she was not the typical girlie-girl. She only cared that her loving eyes met his adoring brown eyes as she strolled down the petal-adorned aisle, and with that thought, a smile crossed her lips just as the crepe-clad duo came to stand by her – her sister, Beth, in yellow on one side, her best friend, Jane, on the other.
"You look beautiful ... gorgeous," Beth said, fussing with Kate's veil. The choice of who would stand beside her on this day was a simple one. These were the girls who best understood her, who knew her secrets, who would enjoy the stories of her future as a wife.
"I love you guys!" Kate said, hugging each in turn.
"Careful, careful!" Kate's mother came running to reposition her veil, which didn't want to stay in place, again.
Together they were admired – three youthful beauties who had yet to even reach their prime, but each held a certain maturity given the situation and potential for teenage giddiness. There was an undeniable sense of elation beginning to fill the room; the three linked arms and made their way to the hall, to the over-sized doorway that led to a short opening between rows and rows of chairs that would serve as the clichéd aisle. As soon as they arrived at the entry – as if by pure magic – the piano began to play. Moments later, she was whisked away into a fairytale in which she was the princess, and the man who would soon call himself her husband was her prince.
She walked toward the man who held her heart, taking in the sight. Avery was dressed in a rented tuxedo, his black hair blending into the nape of the jacket so that the edge was nearly undetectable, and his deep chocolate eyes shown with a damp enchantment as his princess seemingly floated with a steady pace between the sea of chairs to join him. The walk to him, although technically very short – a mere thirty feet, was enough time for a girl to mature into a woman before him, and when she reached him, she felt the glow emanate from her jade green eyes, pleading that the rest of their lives be as blessed as that exact moment. Avery returned her silent promises and requests with a small nearly indiscernible grin and a squeeze of her small, but strong, hand.
Before the intimate crowd of family and a few friends, they said the sacred vows that would bind them together and begin a life unlike either of them had ever imagined. In that moment, it was the perfect union – meant to be – and as they strode hand-in-hand – Mr. and Mrs. – past the smiles and happy tears of mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, she felt on top of the world.
"I love you," Kate whispered to the man at her side.
"You look beautiful." Avery smiled lovingly at her.
The photos taken that day showed a too-young couple staring dreamily into one another's eyes with an immature love, but never would they accept others' claims that their love was doomed to fail. Kate felt, in that moment, that she'd spend the rest of her life breathing his every breath, celebrating his every achievement, crying his every tear, and sharing his every thought.
"All right everyone," Leah spoke loud and proud through happy tears still trailing down her face. "We will see you all at the reception."
They all convened at a small pavilion by the lake's edge. The lapping water created a soothing and rhythmic backdrop to an intimate and entertaining evening of cake and hors d'oeuvres, dancing and reminiscing, talking and dreaming. The gifts that had been presented to the new couple by loved ones in attendance were opened on the spot, for all to see, until terry cloth and crystal, loving sentiments on cardstock and kitchen necessities, created a small boundary between newlyweds and guests. She realized that this was not the celebration that many hoped for, but it was hers, and she adored every single second with those most important, soaking it up along with the loving glances and warm embraces of her love before heading off on their honeymoon at a charming Tiki hotel on the beach.
Kate and Avery had spent a long relaxing weekend in a suite which themed the colors jade and peach, and bamboo furniture. It faced the ocean so they were able to enjoy their breakfast on the balcony watching the sun rise and feeling the ocean breeze. They took long walks hand in hand along the shore in the evenings after dinner till the day came for them to return to their new life together as husband and wife in the mobile home they purchased prior to their wedding.
Although it had originally been her intention to remain in school and fulfill the requirements in order to earn her diploma, Kate found herself more and more often filled with the overwhelming feeling of being suffocated by these halls, by the suddenly naive actions of those around her, and by disappointment at not being able to help with their financial obligations. In the evening, sitting before him, working on the day's assignments, Kate felt as if she were indulging in child's play when compared to the actual work Avery did. As the days went on, these feelings came to dominate her so much that she began to lose interest in her schoolwork and spend more of her time caring for their home and for Avery than she did studying, completing assignments, or planning for and completing projects. She felt compelled by the world outside the brick walls, by the thoughts of living as an adult, by the dream of eventually having a baby.
Chapter Two
It took very little in the way of suggestion on her husband's part before Kate found herself permanently disenrolled. Within a short period of time, Kate was also employed full-time at IHOP. Although not the most glamorous job, it was her first job, and she enjoyed the company of the other workers there. All day, the anticipation of receiving her first paycheck would work its way in, past the to-do lists, specials, and patrons' orders, but she fought to keep it together so as not to create any trouble for herself. Two days later, as Kate prepared to leave work, she realized that she would no longer be a "waitress in training." The thought of being a full-blown waitress, which meant tips, filled her with pride and excitement. Not only would she greet Avery tonight with the treasured paper in her hand, but they also could share in the happy knowledge that no longer would they have to survive on a single income.Kate came home to him smelling of sticky, sweet syrup, and frying grease, and untied the long thin black strings of her apron and tossed it carelessly atop the pile of dirty laundry awaiting her arrival. Then, still dressed in her work uniform and with shirt precariously hanging half-tucked, Kate rushed to the kitchen to see Avery sitting at the table. She came up behind him and threw her arms around his neck while unfolding that valuable piece of paper clinched in her hand.
"Look! Look! Look!" Kate bounced up and down on her toes.
"I see. I see. I see." Avery laughed, then flashed the large grin of approval that she so craved. He stood to embrace her, holding her tight as he swirled her around the kitchen only stopping to passionately kiss her.
The shift had been long, and she had left the house that morning after preparing his breakfast and packing his lunch. Nine hours later, her feet aching from the hours of trudging from one table to another, back and forth from the kitchen, balancing large trays of entrees, drinks, and yes, of course, waffles, yet giving no mind to her fatigue or any of her aches and pains, Kate cared only that she was enveloped in his arms, warm, safe, and cherished.
The setting was not romantic – a very small, very cramped kitchen that had not been cosmetically updated in many years– and Avery was not the rich and strapping prince of a young girl's fantasies, but in that moment she felt truly blessed to be exactly where she was and with the person who held her so tightly. She leaned in, and he kissed her as if it were the first day they met.
One by one their clothes began to fly across the room. Passionately kissing as they fell on top of their small bed, they wove in and out of the sheets, their bodies entangled so that neither had any clue where one ended and the other began. In that moment, their love, their happiness, their strength, was flowing through them and making them one. Together, they reached a climax unimaginable to the young woman she had been, and then fell back on the bed, drifting off in each others' arms.
* * *
Two months later, Kate was not as thrilled to walk through the front doors of the waffle house. It was 6:00 a.m., and although she should have been used to these hours, she couldn't shake her exhaustion. She hadn't been employed here long before her manager had introduced her to the early crowds, which represented a decent increase in her tip income. After all, it was a waffle house, and breakfast was, essentially, its piece de resistance. Nevertheless, it was becoming more difficult to build up the motivation to pull herself from bed. This day, it was especially true since she could barely keep her eyes open on the road. Her stomach churned as the scent of frying bacon and super sweet syrup hit her in the face as she entered. She had to fight the urge to pray to the porcelain goddess each time she served a tray.
Chapter Three
Honey you need to get yourself home and to bed," said the kind, slightly overweight waitress, Sonia, who had salt and pepper hair and wore large glasses. Behind the thick lenses, one could clearly see a look of concern."I'm just a bit tired today," Kate lied, but her pale face and black-ringed eyes gave her away.
"'Bout time to take the test," another less kind coworker said, as if invited to take part in the conversation. To the confused expression of her prey, the raspy-voiced, over-tanned woman crudely stated, "Seems you be knocked up, sweetheart," the last word slipped over the wily woman's tongue in a way reminiscent of a snake, "coming in here every morning, as if you risen from the grave." With that, the waitress turned on one foot and, in a single motion, slid an order pad into her apron, lifted a full tray of food, flipped her hair, and trotted off , very proud of her cleverness.
Meanwhile, the younger, potentially expectant, girl was frozen with an unfamiliar mix of emotions and feared she might faint where she stood. Kate leaned slightly until her fingers just touched the greasy stainless steel counter beside her, and then said under her breath, "No I can't be. We were careful."
Just then, the manager walked by and, seeing Kate completely devoid of color, led her through the backroom and to his office, where he immediately began dialing the phone. She saw his mouth moving, but in her current emotional state could not hear a single word of what he said. Moments later, he was ushering her out of the office.
Now his voice became audible. "... it's okay, Kate, we all get ill. Go home and get well. If you need another shift covered, give me a call and we will do what we can."
The man was gentle and warm as he led her out the front door and to her vehicle, smiling to customers all the while, providing them the assurance that someone would be with them momentarily. Kate welcomed the guidance. She was not completely sure that her mind would be able to properly lead her feet to the car without it.
"I ... I need to go," Kate sputtered. He just smiled and nodded at her. Once in the parking lot and without the company of her kind superior, she was forced to regain enough sanity to navigate her vehicle away from her place of employment and to the nearby drug store.
Upon arriving at the drug store, Kate sat there fumbling with the keys, then stumbled out of the car, and somehow managed her way to the aisle that would hold the answer for her. Six dollars and a near nervous breakdown later, Kate was on her way home, happy that her husband was at work by this time, and she would have some time to come to grips with any news that may be unexpected before delivering it to him. Kate wasted no time, threw off her shoes as she walked, ripped the apron from her waist and cast it aside, then headed directly into the bathroom to assume a position that had never caused her so much anxiety before this day. Awaiting the response – though it only took a few moments – was pure torture. Kate paced, then sat, then stood and paced again, attempting all the while not to stare at the stick and wondering if the old proverb about the watched pot applied. When Kate finally had her answer, she almost wished she didn't. Her rude and intrusive coworker was entirely correct.
How am I going to tell Avery! She kept saying over and over in her head. Just then he walked through the door.
"Hi sweetie!" Kate smiled, not looking him in the eyes, walking over to hug him.
"Hi honey! What's for dinner? I'm starving!" looking around the kitchen as he hugged her.
"I haven't had a chance to start dinner yet. I need to talk to you and have been trying to figure out the right words to say this, but I guess there are none, so I will just say it. I'm pregnant ..." she said as her voice trailed off at the end.
"What? Did you say you were pregnant?" Avery acted as if he didn't hear her, or didn't want to hear her.
"Yes, I'm pregnant. I just took the test, and it was positive," Kate said, not knowing whether to be happy or cry.
"How can that be? We were careful. I know you used the foam!" His eyes went wide with confusion.
"Yes I know. I don't know what happened, but apparently it didn't work." She was just as confused.
"We aren't ready for this. We're barely getting by now, and we don't have insurance." His head began to shake from side to side; then he walked up to Kate, enveloped her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Kate. We'll figure it out somehow."
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Prologue....................xiiiPart 1: Igniting the Flame....................1
Part 2: Flickering Flames....................93
Part 3: Flames Take Hold....................213
Epilogue....................303