Impulse:
Book Four
MOVING
ON
“Impulse: A sudden inclination or urge”
The American Heritage dictionary
By Mezzo
“This is Book Four in my series called Impulse.
If you
haven’t read any of the first three novellas:
Book
Two: IT’S JUST THE BEGINNING
….here are their links to
get you there.”
*** Please be warned: There are a
few painful hurt/comfort and violent scenes for Tori
and Brett in this book. You might need a hanky or two and/or a moment to
breath. So please be forewarned.***
DISCLAIMERS:
Copyright: All characters in this story are from my own imagination. Any resemblance to characters living or
deceased is purely coincidental. If
anyone is interested, certain places and locations in this story are fictional
so don’t go out and try to find them. I
would hate for you to be searching for them and being disappointed because they
didn’t exist. Copyright © 2002 by Mezzo
All Rights Reserved
Sexual Content: This story involves intimate loving
relationships between two women as well as other kinds of loving
relationships. At times, these
relationships can be rather explicit in nature so if you are under 18 or this
kind of fiction is illegal where you live please find another story for your
reading pleasure.
Violence: There is a little bit of violence scattered throughout the series. Although it deals with various issues whether
domestic battering, sexual in nature, etc, I have tried to use them sparingly.
Language: I don’t really swear a whole lot in my own life so my characters tend not
to also. Although a slip here and there
is very possible as well as use of words that may come out in describing many intimate
situations so please be warned and I won’t blush if you don’t.
Hurt/Comforter:
Oh yeah, there is
definitely that. Life situations that
pull at the heartstrings but please be patient all will definitely be
well. The opening
scene in Book One is a big one dealing with a loss of a parent and book four
has a few scenes that may disturb some, so pleased be forewarned.
Special Thanks: : I would especially
like to thank my soulmate, K.J. for without your
love. I would truly never know what it is like to spread my wings. Your love constantly sets me in awe. I would also like to thank my new found
friends and family at the various sites and their webmasters, who have supported
me these past months and who have welcomed me with open arms onto their sites. Also to the many readers who have taken the
time to write me and those who have joined Mezzo’s Melodramas. I would also like to thank my dear Wendy,
R.M., J.M. and C.C., your support through out these months has been truly
amazing, Thank you for being in my life and accepting and loving my quirky self
just as I am.
Comments/Feedback: This is the forth book in my series Impulse and any comments and positive
feedback are welcome. I hope my work
entertains and my characters give you as much pleasure as they have given
me. I am truly thankful that they allow
me to peak into their lives on a regular basis.
I myself never know what is going to come next until it truly happens. This is going to be a series of parts and I
hope to submit my installments on a regular basis. Thanks again and I hope you
continue to join me through the melodrama.
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Sincerely,
Mezzo
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INSTALLMENT ONE
In perfect French, she tried to convince her
vice president in
“I don’t care what Chartrand
can do. You mark my words. Six months
down the line they’ll be knocking at our door begging us to take them
back. There’s no way Chartrand
can deliver at that price and still give them proper customer service. I know how they cut corners. And believe
me. We’ll still be around long after
everything has caught up with them.” Tori took a sip of her coffee and looked up as her
assistant
“No problem boss. That’s what you pay me
for.”
Tori picked up the package while Jean Pierre ranted and raved. He is such a whiner. “Yes that’s
true.” Tori
had no clue what he was saying but her response was obviously appropriate.
Tori read the label. It was from
Wilkes Detective Agency. That was
fast. Good work Sam! Tori openned the tab and pulled out a manila folder. It was labeled: Jenna Carlisle-
Confidential. Tori
had asked her private detective to do a thorough investigation on Brett’s
ex-girlfriend. After four years, the
math professor had decided to show up and Tori was very wary of the woman’s intentions. Four years ago, Jenna Carlisle had lost all
control and beat Brett unconscious.
Brett had been in a coma for a few weeks and had to undergo extensive
mental and physical therapy after the incident.
Tori was not told of the incident at the time. Brett had refused to press charges only
asking that Jenna get the proper care needed to help her overcome her
problems. Tori
was fuming when Brett told her what had happened between her and Jenna and the
executive swore she would rip the woman apart if Jenna made the mistake of
coming back into their lives. When Jenna
finally showed up a few days ago at one of Brett’s book signings, Tori held back her rage only because Brett had asked her
to. Tori
wasn’t sure if she would be able to again if Jenna refused to stay out of their
lives. Tori was almost hoping that
Jenna would give her an excuse to “beat the crap out of her”.
Tori had just about enough of Jean Pierre’s sniveling and had given him more than enough time to wallow.
“So you are saying we can’t do business with
them.” Jean Pierre knew not to push
“Oui, Jean Pierre. I
promise you. They’re either bluffing or they’ll come back to us. Eventually.” Tori was
anxious to read the file in front of her and wanted to put Jean Pierre’s issue
to bed already.
“How bout if…”Jean Pierre, though a smart man,
could be very arrogant at times.
“I said no!!
Enough!!! I warned you about this
a month ago and you still pursued it. Now you have to face the
consequence. Nes pas?” Tori had had
enough.
“Oui! Nes pas. I
understand. I am sorry. Ou vois,
“It’s okay Jean Pierre. But let us not keep repeating these same
mistakes. Ou vois..” Tori hung up the
telephone and pulled the file closer.
Pressing the intercom to her secretary’s desk,
she spoke. “Barbara….Hold all my calls for the next hour.”
“Yes, Miss
“No Barbara. I’m just going over a file and I’m
going to need a moment to look through it.”
Tori was thankful for her staff. They made life so much easier
for her.
“Yes Miss Hull. If anything comes up I’ll have
“Thank you Barbara. I appreciate it.”
Tori sat back in her chair and flipped open the front cover of Jenna’s
file.
“Okay Miss Jenna Carlisle….. Now just what are
you up to?”
*****
An hour later, Tori was sitting behind her desk looking out the window of her
office. She had a picture clutched to
her chest and tears were running down her face.
Sam’s report was very thorough.
Jenna had come from a wealthy family. They had used their influence to
cover up Jenna’s run-ins with the law.
She had quite a colorful rap sheet and would never have been hired by a
university if they knew some of the things that Jenna had done. She was arrested for possession of narcotics,
disturbing the peace, assaulting an officer, destruction of property, soliciting
of prostitution and domestic violence.
Most of which had occurred before the age of eighteen.
The one that captured Tori’s attention was the
charge of domestic violence. The words rang through Tori’s head like a hammer
pounding away at her brain. She had read
through Jenna’s folder and was almost at the end when she came across
photographs. At first she had not
recognize the subject until she read the attached report. It was the police report of the night that Jenna
had beaten Brett. Tori
felt like she was being sucked into a vortex.
Her heart pounded as she felt all the energy seep out of her.
“Why?” Tori felt a wave of devastation crash over her as she let
out a gut wrenching scream. The tears
flowed and her body shook.
When Brett had told her what had happened, her
recounting hurt both of them at the same time.
She hadn’t gone into that much detail. But it was enough. It had been so painful for her. Tori remembered the
night they had made love and woke to find Brett in her arms. Their lovemaking had uncovered some unresolved
feelings that Brett still harbored. This revelation had caused a very painful
yet very necessary moment to pass between them.
Brett had accused Tori of not being there to
protect her and the older woman had felt much guilt for not being the shield
her childhood friend needed to fend off the inflicting pain. But words could
never fully describe what the author had endured. It was not as telling as having it captured
in living color. Tori
could barely look at the photos, but forced herself to
so she could fully understand what her precious love had gone through.
“My baby. My dear sweet Brett.” Tori could taste
the bile that surged from her upset stomach and ran to the bathroom.
Her stomach wrenched the contents of her
breakfast and barely made the bowl as it came rushing forth. Tori rolled up some
tissue and wiped her mouth, collapsing on the cold tile floor in anguish. The tears came again as Tori
cried and cried as the images continued to flood her mind of Brett lying on the
floor unconscious, of her in the examining room, and pictures of her in her
hospital bed. She could hear Brett
scream and feel every bone-crushing blow.
She thought about the woman she held in her arms at night. How she lovingly explored every inch of
Brett’s body. How she worshipped and
caressed it, wanting nothing more than to be lost in the love that radiated
from the pure perfection that lay beneath her. Tori
not only loved the body, but the soul, and the spirit that lay within. She
couldn’t imagine a world without Brett. And her whole being was drawn to her
like a seed that breaks threw the flakes of earth to feel the sun’s rays. The
bruises were now healed and no physical signs were left. Thankfully. But what must have Brett suffered in order to
heal and pick up the pieces of her tattered life?
Anger now swelled at the thought of Jenna
Carlisle. Tori wanted to destroy her. For every ounce of pain that she had caused
Brett, she wanted to bury her in an ocean of agony. What had given her the right to do that to
Brett? To anyone for that matter?
Tori got up from her position on the floor and looked into the
mirror. A wave of guilt now poured
forth as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“And you…. what did you do?” The tears came again and Tori
slammed her hands hard against the granite sink.
“She needed you and where were you? While you were off making a nuisance of
yourself around the world, she was fighting for her life.” Tori spit into the
sink as she bit into her lip.
The first thought Tori
had was to run away and never turn back.
The old feelings of not being worthy of Brett returned and
Tori went to the closet and took out a washcloth. Running it under the
cold water, she wiped her face and neck.
She dried off, ran a brush through her thick locks, and straightened out
her clothes. She put on a fresh coat of
make up and tried to conceal the blotchiness of her skin from crying. But it
was impossible.
She went back to her desk and finished up the
report. The report confirmed Jenna’s medical
status. It talked about her childhood and her illness. How the trauma of her
childhood had left her with the inability to decipher right and wrong, having
an unrealistic view of reality, and an inability to cope with stress and
pressure. She had worked through all of
these issues in the past four years. Her therapists were now convinced she had
the tools to be a productive member of society.
She had made great strides and all her doctors agreed that Jenna was ready
to return.
To all accounts, that is how it seemed and much
to Tori’s regret, she had to accept that Brett was right in getting Jenna the
help she needed. In Tori’s mind, Jenna
should have been locked away and never allowed to see the light of day.
“Brett…” Tori pictured
her lover’s face and all the tension left her body.
“How can you be so forgiving?” Tori thought about
their childhood. The
countless days that they had spent together on the beach, alone in their rooms,
imaginary places that they would go and discover. Those days seemed so far away and yet were so
vivid in her mind. Brett’s little hands
when they were infants, picking her up when she had first learned to walk,
sharing an ice cream cone and laughing uncontrollably at something
inconsequential. They had so many of these
little moments and even now after only a short time, they had shared some of
the best moments Tori could remember having in
years. It is how Brett had always
been. She had a way of making things
more intense. More real. More
satisfying. She possessed an
inexplicable way of making you want to live life as if every moment was a
precious commodity. Her heart was as
pure as a first winter storm. And yet her passion burned as hot as the center
of the sun. She lived fully, loved fully
and forgave fully. That was the person
that Tori loved. That’s why after all these years and
after everything she had experienced, Tori continued
to love Brett like no other.
“Well if Brett, who has every reason to hate
Jenna, can forgive her…..so can I.” Tori turned to the last page of the file and read Jenna’s
current information. She sat there
shaking her head for a moment and quickly closed the report.
“Damn! So much for
forgiveness.” Tori
quickly grabbed her purse and coat.
Threw the file into her briefcase and headed out the door.
“Barbara…..call Gibeau.
Have him bring the car around. Cancel
all my appointments this afternoon. Tell
TO BE CONTINUED. Installment Two
Impulse:
Book Four
MOVING ON