Hi everyone!!! Last week, I mentioned I would start posting chapters from an unreleased story, Baker 6. This is the story that originally created the characters of Camille and Trevor 🙂 The reason why this story was never published and In Love With My Best Friend was created was because I didn’t like the story. I felt too much was going on within one plot and I wanted to focus on particular characters.
The story focuses on six individuals who knew each other since high school and are brought together after one of their own is tragically killed. Some issues were never resolved with some while others are beginning to realize that there’s more within their friendships.
I have posted some of the chapters on my Goodreads blog, but I wanted to start from the beginning and post the entire story. So here’s chapter 1& 2 🙂
There’s no place like home….
Being back in Baker, Texas is what the doctor ordered. Nothing like being back in the town that has truly supported you through your career is truly a great feeling and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So much was going through my head right now as I make the exit off of Woodpark Drive and onto the fender road to the city entrance. Not only have I been working nonstop on a top secret storyline on the hit soap Park Place, but I have landed a huge part in a feature film. I am super excited for the role and cannot wait to start filming next week. That’s why I decided to come out to Baker and surprise my mom during my week off before heading to Florida for the movie.
As I turned onto Leeder Lane, I quickly needed to decide whether to take Kelly Court or go out of my way to Stewart Drive to my mom’s. Kelly Court is considered a hazard street to the city because of the lack of street lights and the fact that the Chelsea River is right near the road. As I was sitting at the intersection for a couple of minutes (which I could do since I was the only one on the road), a car slowly started to approach behind my BMW, so I had to make the turn on to Kelly Court.
As I turned, I swiftly turned on my high beam lights to better see the road. My hands gripped the steering wheel to ease the nervous feeling I started to develop.
“Just a few minutes and I will be at my mom’s.” I said out loud as I pressed the volume button that was located on the left column of my steering wheel. I looked into my rearview mirror and noticed the same car that approached me earlier was behind me. I guess the car had the same idea I had by taking this road.
To ease my fear, I began to think about how blessed I am. Not only do I have a great career, an amazing family and great friends, but I’m thrilled to see what life has in store for me. I can’t believe that I, Rachel Addison, have such an amazing life.
But there are some things that I wish I could change, and it does not have anything to do with my life, but the people around me. Although I have a great group of people I considered friends, each of them have multiple skeletons in their closet that I feel they could or should fix. How I retain the secrets, I will never tell, but I know most of them will destroy everyone’s lives in the process.
I glanced into my rearview mirror again and noticed the same car behind me, but this time was a little closer to my bumper. I tried to increase my speed to avoid the car being so close to me, but it didn’t work. The car was quickly approaching me, hitting my back bumper with some force. The car jerked a little as I begin to step on the gas. As I drove down the winding road, I had to control my speed at a certain length while avoiding the car behind me in the process. I don’t know why this car is tailgating me, but I have to find some way to lose it.
Kelly Court doesn’t end for a few minutes, so I had to continue to speed in order to stay ahead of the tailgating vehicle. As I look at the rearview mirror, the same car was coming at me with full force, making me increase the speed even more. The car began to swerve in and out the lane, making me even more frighten. Whoever this person was, they surely knew me because they have been riding me for minutes and they haven’t gone around when they could have several minutes ago.
The car continued to bump me, causing the car to jerk again, which made me even more scared. Is this person trying to kill me? Because if they push me any further, my car along with me will be in the Chelsea River.
The more I increased my speed; the car behind me was doing the same. My mind shifted to panic mode as I continue down the dark winding road praying that I can make my journey safely. But as the car sped close to me and rammed my BMW towards the rushing waters, I began to think twice about my plans.
As the car was plummeting towards the waters, my life began to rapidly flash before me: The time I was a young girl with pigtails, when I finish began high school, when I met my best friend Tamara, when I had my first sexual experience, and when I landed my role on Park Place. Everything in my life was too important and I did not want it to end this suddenly, and not in this way.
But I had no control of how my life was ending, because before I knew it, everything slowly faded to black.
One week later….
I loved coming back home to Baker, Texas. It’s kind of ironic to say since I do not live out of a state. I actually stay about 20 minutes away in Sugar Land, which is a similar city to Baker in Houston. The city is a sub city, but you would never guess it with all the different businesses, structures and events this place has. The city is known for its family feel but also for its high profile residents they housed.
But coming to Baker is always refreshing since that is where my event planning company is located. The most important part is just being able to see my mom when I come. My mom is practically my best friend; although I’m thirty years old, it’s always good to be the little girl as she always sees me and just be in her presence as long as I can.
As I turned the corner towards Emerson Drive, I looked at the new oak trees that were recently planted and grew to a substantially length, the kids playing hopscotch on the sidewalk at a nearby house and the long stretch of flower beds. While taking in the view, I let out a huge sigh to calm my nerves. This visit was going to be a somber one. One of my good friends Rachel Addison was tragically killed a week ago and her funeral was this weekend.
Rachel was at the height of her career as a professional actress and she was loved by so many. I can’t believe she was driving down one of the most dangerous roads in the city going at the rate of speed the police implied she was going when she reached her death. To me, the story doesn’t add up, but for now, I’ll just let the situation rest.
As I pulled into my parents’ driveway, I noticed a U-Haul was parked next door and suddenly a wave of excitement came over me. My best friend, Trevor Williams, was moving back into his childhood home and I couldn’t be any happier.
We have known each other since we were practically in diapers and we became friends instantly. We went through every grade together and even went to the same college- I majored in public relations and him in business. He moved to Dallas two years ago to work as an accountant at a prestigious company, and we kept in touch.
But now as I looked at him carried a box out of the U-Haul, I had to catch my breath. After all these years, he still looked good. Not just good, but extremely sexy. With his ivory colored skin and wavy black hair, he could pass off as a professional model if he wanted to. I can tell he been working out more too, because he definitely looked ripped from the last time I saw him.
I think I’ve been staring a little too long because suddenly I heard someone tapping on my car window. I turned around and noticed my mom looking straight at me with a big smile on her face. I unlocked the door and stepped out of my Lincoln MKS and wrapped my arms around my mother, taking in the smell of her Givenchy perfume.
Claire Thomas has always been my rock. I can tell her anything and she will give her honest (sometimes too honest) opinion. She can be quite spunky too; which is where I take my no nonsense demeanor from. But now as I look at her, I became a little discouraged by her appearance. I still see the spunky woman before me, but something is very different about her, which I can’t quite describe. I wonder if something is bothering her, will she openly tell me?
“Hey, mom.” I said silently.
“Hey, daughter. I noticed you staring at Trevor like he’s a piece of meat. I can’t believe you.”
“It’s not like he saw me.”
“You sure about that?” my mom smiled as she looked ahead.
There he was walking over to us in that sexy stride he had since he developed it in high school. I impulsively became a bit nervous as Trevor walked over to us and gave my mom an enormous hug. As they pulled away, he stared at me and went towards me with his arms outstretched. I accepted his invitation and hug him back, while breathing his smell of sweat and soap. Although he was sweaty, he still smelled good.
“I missed you.” he whispered in my ear.
“I missed you too.” I replied.
“So Trevor, how it feels to be back at the house?” my mom inquired while giving me a “don’t –go- there” look.
“It’s feels good actually. I was a little hesitant at first, but I’m glad I did.”
“How’s your dad doing?”
“He’s good. He finally settled in at his new townhome. He even made some friends in the short time he’s been there.”
“I’m glad that Roger is doing well. Well I’ll let you two catch up. I know it’s been a long time since you two seen each other. I’ll see you around Trevor.”
“Sure Mrs. Thomas.”
“You know you can call me Claire, especially since we’ve known each other for so long.”
Trevor smiled which showed off the deep dimple on his right cheek.
My mom gave him another hug before going inside her home.
Trevor turned to me and took my hand. Hopefully he doesn’t notice how sweaty my palms became to be.
“It’s been awhile, Cam.”
“It’s only been a couple of months, Tre.”
“I know, but you know how much I’ve missed you. I just wish we were here under better circumstances.”
“I know. I still can’t believe Rachel is gone.”
“I know. I just talked to her the day before she passed. It just shows you how precious life is. You can’t take anything for granted.”
“True. Is Melissa coming to the funeral?” I questioned, wondering if his fiancée was going to show up.
Yes, Trevor is engaged to a woman who was actually his boss at his former employer in Dallas. Don’t know all the details about how the affair began, but that and along with honoring his father’s wish of moving into the family home, was one of the reasons he returned to Baker.
The engagement also came at a shock to his family and friends because Trevor is considered a man whore. He never really had a long-lasting relationship. He even dated Rachel for several months in college before pulling the rug from her and calling it quits. Even though everyone had their opinion on Trevor, I know in my heart that he can be a committed man- when he found the right woman; and to be honest, Melissa is not it.
“She’s actually driving down tomorrow. She had to finish a couple of things at the job before leaving.”
“That’s good she’ll be here to support you.”
“Yeah, it is. I just hate everyone is meeting her for the first time at a funeral.”
“Well I’m pretty sure we will have other opportunities to get to know Melissa. In fact, why don’t we just have a little get together at my house? I’m pretty sure everyone wants to see each other before the funeral and that way we can remember our friend in our own way.”
“Sounds good. So how’s the business going? I heard you did a big celebrity event recently?”
“Yeah; the whole thing was crazy. I haven’t seen that many celebrities in my life.”
“I’m sure.” Trevor said as he looked into my brown eyes.
I gazed at Trevor wondering why he was staring at me.
“Nothing; it’s really good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too.” I said as I leaned in closer to him.
As if he realized what was happening, Trevor took a step back and folded his arms across his broad chest. I cleared my throat to get the lump feeling that was rising inside of me.
“So, how’s Chad? Will he be attending the funeral or will he be on another trip?” he asked in a hesitate tone.
“He’ll be there.”
Oh yeah, did I mentioned I was married?