ThirstyFountains

     Split Person J. N. Cloutier      The next day, Nicole was going through her phone contacts. "Oh! Nate? Maybe I'll text him," she thought happily. "But, wait. I should let him text me first. I'll call Therese!" As soon as she decided to let the boys chase her, and not the other way around, a text came in. hey, it's Nate😃 hey! I was just thinking ab u😏 Oh, ya? yeeaahh...😊 so... u wanna do something 2gether tnt? yes! definitely:) give me a min so I can ask my father... ok😎      She padded softly down the hallway. Stepping into her father's room, she hesitated. Even though it was only 5:30pm, her father came in, smelling of smoke and alcohol. He stumbled in his room as soon as he entered the house and had stayed sleeping ever since. She prayed that would continue. Her keen eyes noted a partly burned newspaper in the trash can by his bed (it sat right next to the nightstand).  Quietly, ...

Split Person J. N. Cloutier      Out of breath, she stopped. Although he was gaining on her, she could not get herself to continue running. "I give up," she thought. "There's no way that he will not take me." Defeated, she turned to face her attacker. Wait.      Maybe...just maybe she could grab a stick nearby and swing it at him. It would definitely do some damage. She could knock his knees or hit his head. Possibly. It was worth a shot.      The masked man was now within a few feet of her and an evil grin played on his face. Quickly, like a squirrel frantically gathering nuts, she leap for the stick and returned to her spot. The man advanced with a greedy look. He soon reached her; she swung... .  .  .  .  .      Nicole sat up on the small couch. This dream was nothing new; it never failed to remind instill an alert feeling within the depths of her being. She could neve...