This was the last place she
ever expected to spend Christmas.
For some ever was a long
time. For Jennifer Warner and Dan Yates ever began in first grade in a small
town in upstate New York. As small towns go, theirs was quite normal with a
social elite and the rest. Dan’s family was part of the elite; Jennifer’s was
part of the rest. All children went to the same schools regardless of
background or wealth. No one in the elite group thought to send a child away to
private boarding school unless that child was “not right” or behaved so badly
he would have embarrassed his parents.
Dan was well behaved, right
in the head and very bright. His singular weak spot was his friendship with Jennifer,
the pretty redhead from the other side of Main Street. Because teachers seated
pupils in alphabetical order, Jennifer always sat in front of Dan. They played
games at recess. Later, in middle and high school, they hung out together with
friends at the drive in or at sports events. By high school everyone knew Dan
was sweet on Jennifer. Everyone knew they are a couple. Everyone was happy,
except for Dan’s mother Mrs. Yates, the doyenne of the elite. She had no idea
her son was involved with someone as unacceptable as Jennifer, that girl from
the other side of Main Street.
At Christmas in their last
year of high school, their relationship solidified into dreams of happily ever
after. Jennifer never uttered a word about wanting to spend her life with Dan,
but one of the mean girls in the school whispered something in the ear of
another mean girl who told a third and so on. The fifth mean girl told her
mother who happened to be best friends with Dan’s mother. To score points and
break up the relationship between Dan and Jennifer, this mean girl’s mother
ratted Dan out. Dan’s mother went ballistic. She forbade Dan to see Jennifer
again. Ever.
“She’s not our kind, dear.”
Like most doyennes, Dan’s mother had a misplaced sense of social propriety. Jennifer
did not fit in her equation. Truth be told, she wanted Dan to marry the fifth
mean girl to cement relationships between the two wealthiest and most powerful
families in town.
Dan thought his mother was
outrageous. He called his mother a witch, although Jennifer thought that was a
typo. He threatened to run away if the witch used her power and social standing
to stop them. The witch retaliated and secured a temporary restraining order
against Jennifer, claiming she was stalking Dan and their family. The judge, a
long-time family friend and executor of the family fortune, signed the order
based on nothing more than a wink and the promise of a generous donation to his
next judiciary campaign. Dan was sent to an Ivy League university. Jennifer
stayed in the town and entered a local community college two towns over.
That first Christmas
vacation of their freshman year in college found Dan and Jennifer hiding away
in his car behind the football stadium. They kissed and made plans to elope on
Christmas Eve. Jennifer had dreamed of a traditional wedding: white dress,
family pastor, home church, friends and relatives surrounding them and toasting
their happiness. Dan’s mother would never approve of them marrying. Two
families from different economic classes were too much of a difference for the
witch to handle.
Dan and Jennifer ran away
on Christmas Eve. By early morning on Christmas Day they crossed the state line
and found a justice of the peace to marry them. They hid from his mother. He
heard through the rumor mill that his mother had begged her friend the judge to
send the sheriff after them, but they were over eighteen. The judge could do
nothing. The sheriff could do nothing either except to remind Dan’s mother that
when the couple returned he would invoke the restraining order and arrest Jennifer.
The witch could hope for nothing more.
The witch vowed to do
everything in her power to find the couple. Dan and Jennifer severed all contact
with his family. At first Jennifer called her mother often to let her know how
happy she was, where they were living and what they were doing. Strange things
began to happen after the second call.
Jennifer came home from her
job at the grocery store to find piles of trash on the front porch of their
rented house. Papers were strewn about and a sack with a sodden bottom rested
on the mat. She opened the bag to find piles of fresh dog poop. Disgusted, she
cleaned the mess and didn’t tell Dan. It had to be a coincidence.
The fourth time it happened
Dan came home first. After a tearful confrontation, Jennifer confessed this was
a pattern that had been going on for several months. Furthermore, she was positive
she was being followed. She saw a strange car in the neighborhood and in the
grocery’s parking lot every day. Could the witch have found them? Could she be
behind the pranks and following?
Dan would put nothing past
his mother. They moved to a different city, a bigger city where it would be
easier to lose themselves. Jennifer dyed her hair; Dan grew a beard and wore
fake glasses. They cut themselves off from friends and family because they were
afraid of the witch. None of their friends knew where they were. Jennifer left
her mother behind. They changed their names. They might as well have been in
the witness protection program, because they all but disappeared without a
trace.
They weren’t safe. Even
though their only crime was love, the witch stalked them. Her vast wealth
bought private investigators, some better than others. Whenever she received a
report of Dan’s whereabouts, she sent men to threaten Jennifer and bring Dan
home. Each time the couple learned they were being followed, they fled again.
And again. And again.
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Thank you for reading part one of "The Ghost of Christmases Past and Present." Tune in tomorrow for part two.
I'm the author of Mad Max Unintended Consequences, the first in the Mad Max series available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
I'm the author of Mad Max Unintended Consequences, the first in the Mad Max series available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
6 comments:
Another page turner. I hope, I hope they get their HEA.
I agree with Margo. Edge of the seat and we have to wait for the ending. :(
Talk about your star crossed lovers... Nice set-up Betsy.
Betsy, you've got me hooked. Next installment? Tomorrow?
Interesting concept, Betsy! Can't wait to see what happens next.
Late to the party--again. Interesting first chapter and am full of hope they get their HEA, in spite of hateful Mom.
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