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Date Posted: 01:12:32 11/10/02 Sun
Author: Bridgette
Subject: Chapter One
In reply to: Bridgette 's message, "*New* I Always Have To Steal My Kisses From You" on 01:11:14 11/10/02 Sun

I Always Have To Steal My Kisses From You

I pulled into
Nashville, Tennessee.
But you wouldn’t even,
Come around to see me.


Justin nervously walked up the steps of the large southern home. A woman sat on the front porch swing, in a pair of jeans a black blouse. She was drinking a coffee while looking through a magazine. “Hey Miss Tresa, Rachel around?” He asked with a slow southern drawl.

“No sir, Justin. She left early this morning.” Tresa answered. Justin nodded, looking down. He walked over to the post and stood against it, holding his jacket.

“Did she say where she was goin’?” He continued. Tresa stood and approached the young man.

“I’m not sure. Come on in for a little bit.” She said. He smiled and followed her into the two-story home. “Sean, Rachel’s boyfriend is here.” Tresa called to her husband who was in the back room. Justin felt his stomach tingle a little bit when she said ‘boyfriend.’ She then turned to Justin. They stood at the bottom of the large staircase. “I think she said something about visiting Bea and Joe in Chattanooga. After that, I can’t remember.” Tresa walked into the kitchen. Justin was still following. “Go in there and ask Sean where Rachel said she was going after visiting his mother.” Tresa was pointing into the back room, which was through a doorway. Justin nodded and complied.

“Hey Sean.” He said, walking into the small room. He sat on the couch. Sean was playing the X-Box.

“Hi ya Justin. Up for a game?” Sean asked.

“I suppose, yeah. Hey, do you know where Rachel was plannin’ to go after your mother’s house?” Justin asked, accepting a controller.

“Umm, let’s see…. Somethin’ about visiting some friends up in North Carolina.” Sean informed.

“Alright, thanks.” Justin was 25 and was a high school teacher in Memphis, Tennessee. He taught a number of things, including Drama, music (choir, band, orchestra, marching band etc) and wood and auto shop. It was a pretty small high school. He had short, dark brown hair, with a hint of a curl. His eyes were blue and he was 6’3” tall, as well as fit. He helped coach the girl’s basketball team. He was the teacher all the girls in the school had a crush on. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, black shoes, a blue dress shirt, a gray tie, and a gray cashmere sweater over it. He had left right after school on that day, which was a Thursday, with the intentions of seeing his girlfriend for the rare 5-day weekend. But she wasn’t home.

Rachel was 21. She was living with Sean and Tresa, who were her aunt and uncle and had been living with them since a couple months before she’d turned 18. Justin was in love with her and she knew it. That’s why she did things like this. She had shoulder length brown hair, which got curly during rainstorms. Her eyes were brown as well and she wore black-framed glasses. She was about 5’6” with an okay fit body. She was a writer as well as part time musician. She usually worked odd jobs and came and went as she pleased. She was the free spirited yin to Justin’s organized, tied down, yang. She was just a free thinker.

“Justin, would you like to stay here tonight?” Tresa asked, walking into the room.

“You wouldn’t mind?” He politely asked, looking up.

“No, not at all. I’ll go prepare the guest room.” She smiled then left. Justin was happy. He loved Rachel’s family.

Eventually they were eating dinner. Justin was sitting where Rachel normally sat. “So, did she get my message that I was coming?” He asked. He already knew the answer. She had, she just did things like this, to make him come to her. She liked to test things, especially him. That was just how she was.

“I think so. I wrote it down.” Tresa said, taking a bit of her mashed potatoes.

“She did.” Sean suddenly said. “I saw her take it. She read it, then went to her bedroom.” Justin nodded, taking a bite of his fried chicken.

“This is great, by the way, Tresa.” He smiled, putting a large piece of his biscuit in his mouth. He then helped himself to some more collared greens.

“Thank you.” She smiled back.


Rachel tapped her hand against the steering wheel as she drove through Chattanooga, Tennessee. She had gotten tired of hanging out with her grand parents, and went in search of something to do. She was using the facade that she was going out for something for dessert. “You got a smile so bright. You know you coulda been a candle.” She sang along with The Temptations. She soon found herself pulling into the driveway of her friend’s home. She walked up to the door and knocked on it loudly. With in a couple seconds the door flew open. There stood a man who was about 6 feet tall, wearing a pair of black pants, a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and a loosened black tie. He had short brown hair with a few blonde tips, blue eyes, a fit body and some facial hair scruff. “You’re looking exceptionally handsome, Josh.” She winked. The man laughed a little.

“That’s a compliment, right?” He asked. She ran her hand through her hair.

“For you? No.” She seriously answered. He laughed a little more, then let her in side.

“So what brings you here?” He asked. She followed him into the living room.

“It’s my grandpa’s birthday tomorrow.” She answered. “So I figured I’d visit. Plus Justin said he was going to visit me.” She wore a pair of jeans, red sneakers, a tight blue wife beater tank top and a red hoodie, unzipped.

“Still playing hard to get I see.” His name was Josh Chasez, but most people around his work place, where he was a contractor, called him JC.

“So, is Abbie home?”

“No. She has work until 7.” He answered. Rachel nodded.

“That’s cool.” Abbie was Josh’s fiancé and the two lived together. Rachel was mostly friends with Abbie, but felt perfectly comfortable with Josh. She felt comfortable with everyone she met though. She sat on the couch groaning a little.

“What’s up, you alright?” He asked. She nodded.

“Sure. My knee’s just a little stiff from driving.” She answered.

“It still does that?” He asked, sitting down in the chair.

“On occasion.” She answered.


Abbie took a deep breath as she wrote on the charts. She looked up as a doctor approached her. They had a limited conversation about a patient, then she went back to writing on the chart. She wore a pair of blue scrubs and white tennis shoes. She turned to the desk again. Two women stood behind it, working. They were fellow nurses. “Can you page her again?” She asked, boldly. The large black, Star Jones look a like nurse gave her a look.

“Yeah, I’m on it.” The other one said. She picked up the phone and dialed again. Before she finished, a woman approached Abbie.

“I got your page. I was in surgery, what’s up?” The woman asked, adjusting her white coat.

“Walk with me.” Abbie said. “Okay, you remember that little girl who came in with pneumonia a couple hours ago?”

“Yeah, I do.” The second woman was a doctor, named Samantha Walter. She was a pediatrician/pediatric surgeon. She was currently on call, in the ER.

“Okay I was examining her and I found some unusual bruising. It looks like someone has like hit her or grabbed her arm. Well the things you’re supposed to be alerted on as abuse. And then, I was talking to her brothers and sisters and they’re all bruised. I think I’m going to need to call social services.” Abbie stated. Samantha nodded.

“How many kids are there?” She asked.

“Five.” Abbie answered.

“Alright, I’ll go talk to the kids, while you talk to the father, okay? Just don’t mention this. Just talk about the pneumonia.”

“Thanks.” Abbie then quickly walked and found the man standing next to the bed his little toddler was staying in. “Hi, Mr.-“ She looked down at the chart, “Fatone. Can I have a minute with you, to discuss your daughter’s condition?”

“Sure.” He turned to the four kids who weren’t lying in a bed, but just sitting or standing. “Brianna, I’m leaving you in charge.” He said, speaking to the seven year old. “Make sure everyone stays in here.” There was also a five-year-old boy, a four-year-old girl, and a twin boy to the girl in the bed. The man then walked with Abbie out of the small make shift room in the ER.

“So, Mr. Fatone-“

“Joe… Joey.” He stammered, “Joe. No… yeah, Joe.”

“Okay, Joe, well… Bridgette has a very common form of pneumonia for a little girl, especially her age. Anyone could confuse the upper respiratory infection that she had for a cold. Don’t be hard on yourself.” She said, sensing his personal guilt as he ran his hand through his brown hair.

“Yeah. I feel really guilty because first I got a divorce just after the youngest two were born, then I recently moved my kids away from their mother because… well for personal reasons and, the oldest hates me now, so I’ve been dealing with her and I feel like I’ve been neglecting them.” He said. Abbie nodded. Just then a man walked by.

“Umm hold on, okay I need to take care of something, stay right here.” She said and quickly turned, running after the man. “Chris!” She called. He turned. He was dressed to leave. The man was in his mid thirties with somewhat graying and thinning hair. He had a small goatee and glasses. He wore a black suit.

“Yes Abbie?” He asked, in a somewhat annoyed voice.

“Chris, Doctor. Umm, two things, I gave a woman your card for grief counseling. She’s going to call you soon, tell me if she doesn’t. Her husband died tonight, so I know she’s going to need it. Also, I may be needing you to get in touch with child services for me.” She quickly said.

“What about?” He asked.

“Umm, a possible abuse case.” She quietly stated. “It’s five kids. Seven to one.”

“Alright. Tell me when you know. You have my home number. Anyway, I have to go, Jenn is having a big dinner thing and if I’m not there she’ll hurt me.” He smiled. Jenn Kirkpatrick was his wife of 13 years.

“Alright, thanks.” She then walked back over to Joe. Dr. Kirkpatrick said his goodbyes and quickly left the hospital. He was a counselor who worked closely with that particular hospital in Chattanooga. He got in his Mercedes and drove to his large home.

“Dad’s home!” He heard his 6-year-old son’s voice yell before he even got to the door. He smiled and opened it. “Dad!” The little boy who was dressed in his nice clothes said, running into his arms.

“Hey Daniel, how’s my little man?” He asked, lifting the boy.

“Good! I got to speak in my Veteran’s Day play at school.” He said.

“Oh I know. I’m so mad that I missed it. But I know mommy got it on tape.” Chris smiled. They walked into the living room. His other son, Michael, sat on the couch playing his Game Cube. “Hey Mike, how was school?” He asked, letting Daniel down to the floor.

“Fine.” Michael answered. He was 11 years old.

“How was soccer?” Chris continued.

“Fine.” Michael never looked up.

“Where’s your sister?” Chris asked.

“In her room. I think she’s on the phone with that annoying girl who has a crush on me.” Michael was talented. He could play the game, have a conversation and never once falter.

“Which one?”

“The dumb one… Nicole or something.”

“Oh.” Chris left the room and headed up the stairs. He knocked on his nine year old daughter’s door.

“It’s open.” He heard her say. He walked inside and found the young brunette lying on her bed. She had the phone and was writing in a notebook with a textbook. Her room was done in all pastel colors especially pink, purple and blue.

“No phone calls to make tonight?” Chris asked, sitting on the chair for her desk.

“I’m waiting on one.” She said, looking up.

“How was school today?” He asked.

“It was good. Nicole wants to stay the night and Michael says no, but I think she can. Can she?” Sarah asked. Chris nodded.

“Tomorrow night. Your mom’s having a dinner party tonight.” He said. She heavily sighed.

“Fine.” She went back to her work.


“Hey, J.” Rachel said, getting up, walking into the kitchen. Josh turned and looked at her, he was putting different spices in a saucepan.

“Yeah”, he said, looking up.

“What are you making?” She asked, walking over.

“Angel hair pasta with a spicy shrimp sauce and salad with bread for dinner.” He smiled. Rachel took a step backward.

“I’ll… pass. Umm, can I use your phone? It’s gonna be long distance and I’ll pay you for it.” She asked.

“Don’t worry. We have free long distance anyway. Go ahead, there’s a phone in the back room.” He said pointing. She smiled and quickly walked into the room. She sat down and picked up the phone, dialing the number. She sat with her legs crossed, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. Finally she heard the familiar voice of her friend in North Carolina answer. “Hey Lance.” She said.

“What’s up?” He asked. She smiled. She and Lance had known each other for a few years. He was 27.

“Well, I just wanted to call and tell you that I’m coming to visit tomorrow.” She stated.

“Oh, are you serious? That’s exciting. I’ll make sure everything’s ready. You don’t want to go riding do you?” He asked.

“If you’re up for it.” Lance lived in rural North Carolina.

“Alright.” He replied. He not only gave horseback riding lessons, but he owned some stables where people rented space to keep their horses. His whole career revolved around the animals. “Where are you now? Nashville?”

“No, I’m visiting a friend in Chattanooga. I’ll probably be to your place some time in the afternoon.” She said.


Justin walked into the guest room of Rachel’s home and sat down in the chair. His cell phone rang. He quickly turned it on, in hopes that it was his girlfriend. He looked at the name. It wasn’t Rachel. It was a fellow teacher; Ms. Spears. She taught history and coached the dance team and gymnastics teams. He sighed, deciding to not answer it. That woman drove him crazy enough at work as it was, he didn’t need her to drive him crazy now.

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