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4 Stories Up – Chapter 37

November 7, 2016

4 Stories Up Short Stories

4 Stories Up is a fictional, serial story that follows a talented, sexy female drummer as she seeks fame and fortune with a band. Tory is a woman making her her way in a male-dominated world of heavy metal. She is passionate in life and music and she plays for keeps. Her feisty nature often gets her in trouble but she fights on towards perfection in her love, her music and her life. – Find past chapters here.

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“Rise and shine, sweetie,” Ruby’s cheery voice interrupted a deep sleep and Tory sat up, blinking in the daylight.

“Wha?  What time is it?” Tory asked groggily.

“It’s 8am, darling girl.  You sleep all yesterday away!”

“I, I what?  Oh my gosh, Mom is going to kill me!”

“Your mother just shook her head and said you must be killing yourself down there in Florida for you to need so much sleep.”  Ruby handed Tory a tray of breakfast.  The amazing aroma of bacon and fresh coffee filled Tory’s senses and she found she was starving.

“Ruby, you didn’t need to do this,” Tory started and then she just smiled and pushed her hair back out her face so she could get down to the business of eating.

“Nonsense,” Ruby sniffed.  “I’m just so glad to have you home!  But eat up because your mother has a full day for you!”

“I bet,” Tory muttered.

“Now, none of that.  She wants to spend some time with you!  So, this morning you are going to the club for a facial, manicure and pedicure.  Then you are having lunch with some old friends.  Take your bathing suit because you may want to go to the pool.  And then they are having a dinner here to celebrate you being home.  It’s formal so you’ll want to find something in your closet.”

“They’re having a party for me?” Tory asked, bewildered.  They had lots of parties for her brother, but never for her.  He was the star.

“Just for you, baby girl,” Ruby smiled.  “We miss you so much!  Are you sure you can’t stay home and do your band thing?”

“Now you sound like Mom,” Tory smiled lovingly at the housekeeper.

“Humph.  Just wanting my baby home,” Ruby mumbled.

Tory laughed and set the cup of coffee on the side table while swinging her long legs out of the comfortable bed.  She got up and enveloped the large woman in a hug.  “I missed you!” she laughed.

Ruby smiled and whispered, “I missed you too.  Now, go get a shower and don’t keep your Mother waiting!”

“Where’s Dad?” Tory asked, frowning slightly.

“Where else would he be?” Ruby fussed.  “He’s at work of course.  That man is soon going to follow his mother into the grave if he doesn’t stop every once in a while!”

Ruby continued muttering about looking after this errant family and went back down to the kitchen where she was starting the dinner arrangements already.

Tory showered and found a pair of jean shorts and a nicer shirt for her mother’s sake.  She bounced down the stairs with an energy she hadn’t felt in ages!  Her mother was in a knee-length dress with a belt that showed her small waist and black pumps.  Tory actually felt joy as she looked at her mother and she ran over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, Tory!  Good, you’re finally awake!  My baby, you must have been so tired.”

“I was, but now I’m up and ready for action!” Tory beamed.

Her mother smiled at her red-haired exuberant daughter.  “Well good.  Let’s go get pampered.”  That was one thing her mother could do well.

Mother and daughter made a striking pair as they climbed out of the Jaguar at the club and walked into the lobby together.  Mrs. Wilson was small and slight in stature but commanded a presence with her dark hair bobbed and her vivid green eyes.  Tory stood several inches over her mother, and her legs in the jean shorts seemed to go on forever.  Her red hair was down and her own green eyes relayed the fact that the two were certainly related.  People turned and looked at them as they entered the club and made their way down the hall into the spa.

Tory had never minded some pampering although she didn’t need it to be happy.  She relaxed as the mask dried on her face and the women fixed her poor nails that were short and brittle from drumming.  She had some sparkling water and sighed contentedly as her mother filled her in on all the latest gossip of the community.  She had lived without any extras since moving to Florida, so she justified all this as an enjoyable privilege she had earned.

They came out of the spa area laughing together when Mrs. Wilson said, “Justin?”

Tory spun around and came face to face with her high school crush, Justin Thibeaux.

“Mrs. Wilson,” Justin smiled.  “Tory!” he said happily.  He looked just like he had four years before.  His sandy brown hair flowed back and framed his face and his dark brown eyes perfectly.  He was a bit taller than Tory and he had muscles to spare!  Many nights Tory had gone to sleep picturing him with her but it was never meant to be.  He liked the cheerleaders and Tory was far from that type of girl.

“Justin, umm, hi,” Tory said breathlessly.  “Get a grip, girl,” she thought to herself.  “This isn’t high school anymore.”

“Justin, I understand you’re working with your dad now,” Mrs. Wilson chirped cheerfully.

“Yes, ma’am.  I’m working on the main floor of production, learning the ropes.”

“Isn’t that nice.  We were just about to have some lunch.  Would you like to join us?”

“If it wouldn’t be imposing?” Justin questioned, looking at Tory who turned a bright shade of fuchsia.

Mrs. Wilson gave her daughter a quick poke in the ribs, bringing her to life.  “Oh, no, of course not.  I mean, yes.  I mean…” Tory took a deep breath.  “We’d love to have you join us,” she smiled.

They had a lovely lunch where Justin regaled them with stories of his trip around Europe.  Tory could not stop looking at his biceps which popped every time he moved his arms.

“Tory, I’m going to an appointment.  I thought you might like to go to the pool for the afternoon?” Mrs. Wilson said, excusing herself.

“Sure.  That sounds great,” Tory said awkwardly.

“Do you mind if I join you, Tory?” Justin asked.  “I’ve been going on and on about Europe but I’d love to hear about Florida!”

“Sure,” Tory said, beaming in spite of herself.

Tory and Justin spent the afternoon laying by the pool and laughing over people they knew from high school and where they were now.  His long-time girlfriend / head cheerleader was now married and pregnant with her first child.  They both shook their heads and agreed they were nowhere close to ready to be parents!  Tory felt a little flush of excitement when Justin told her he and his parents were coming for dinner.  Then she felt a little bit of shame and a pang of missing Chris, but this was another life.  This was completely separate from her Florida life.

Tory went home and searched her closet for an appropriate dress for the dinner party.  God, how long had it been since she attended a dinner party?  She found a little black dress that still fit, although it was a bit loose around her waist.  She tied a belt around it and put on some make up.  Her hair was down, loosely flowing around her shoulders.  She even put on a pair of little black pumps.

As she came down the stairs into the front entrance of the house, she was startled by a loud bang that sounded like a gunshot, followed by another loud bang.  Rushing down the stairs, she glanced nervously out the window by the door.  Her parents came out into the entrance and some guests, including Justin, followed.

“What in the world?” Mr. Wilson muttered, striding purposefully towards the door and pushing Tory behind him.

Tory glanced out from behind her father’s back to see an old, rickety, rusted out van struggling up the long driveway.  She gasped in disbelief.

“Is this the catering company?” Mr. Wilson asked in disgust.  “Good Lord, they must make more money than that!  They’re certainly charging us enough!”

“Umm, Dad?” Tory said quietly.

“Really,” Mrs. Wilson sniffed.  “Who in this neighbourhood would drive such a thing?  That is not fit to be on the road!”

“Umm, Mom?”

“Get security here this instant,” Mr. Wilson ordered Ruby who was peeking out the kitchen door.  “Why would they let such a vehicle in this community?”


“This is why we have a gated community!” Mrs. Wilson agreed haughtily.

Just then, Chris got out of the van and started towards the front steps.  He looked oddly unsure of himself and he glanced back at the van nervously.

Tory pushed her way past her father and ran to meet Chris.  “What are you doing here?” she asked.  Chris gathered her into his arms and spun her around in a big hug.

“We are here for you,” Chris whispered in her ear.

“You know these…people?” Justin asked, following Tory out into the front yard.

“This is my band!” Tory gushed and turned to find the dinner guests whispering frantically and her parents looking at each other in horror.  Justin was red in the face with his fists clenched by his rock-solid abs and Chris was now looking back at Justin with narrowed eyes.

Tory suddenly realized her two worlds were no longer separate but were colliding at an alarming speed!

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Get the latest on Tory and the band between chapters at their official Facebook page!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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