But now it’s time to put my walls up, make them impenetrable.
It’s the only way to survive.
Six Years Later…
Harley, the protector. Retro, the straight shooter.
Keanu, the funny bone. Levi, the model. And Text, who can’t seem to find himself.
All their lives were permanently altered by one event.
With a pact made, these five best friends need something from Faith.
Is she ready now to give them what they have been waiting for?
Join Faith as she goes on an emotional and heartwarming discovery where all may not be what it seems.
But with every ending, comes a new beginning, a second chance.
You just gotta have A Little Faith…
Welcome to Ocean Beach.
humid night. We’re all looking forward to a beer and some nightlife as we take
the short walk from our hotel to the Coconut Club.
with tourists from all over the world. This means lots of beautiful girls in
their tiny bikinis with a tan and a smile and everybody looking to have a good
with my friends, I’ve been having the time of my life. We’ve met some great
locals who have entrusted us with their secret surfing spots, which they keep
on the down-low. These are their
places to surf, not to be overrun by tourists.
alongside the locals, our boards attached to our motorcycles as we follow them
through the hustle and bustle of the crazy traffic. I shit you not, it almost
appears like there are no road rules over here. It’s like dodge ball with motorcycles.
It’s been a hell of a lot of fun taking the bikes to the streets, weaving
through the ridiculous traffic, honking our horns—quite the adrenaline ride.
traffic and get on the quieter roads around the island, we’re able to put the
pedal to the metal and enjoy the scenery.
been our motto because the hospital service isn’t that great over here. You
don’t want to wind up in it.
places we’ve been to and photograph them, Jase brought his camera and saved
some of these memories for her. I can’t help thinking he has an interest in my
sister. But Jase is a great guy, so I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
check out. We know they receive commission for pointing us in the direction of
certain places, but these guys don’t have the same opportunities we have been
given in life, so why not help a guy out?
shits for a few days—we did warn him about the water. We could smell him from
across the hallway, making me glad I wasn’t sharing a room with Keanu. Levi got
the short straw for those few days.
Levi, and Jase sang and strummed their guitars, entertaining a small crowd that
gathered each evening while the sun sets. It’s a pretty awesome way to watch
the sun go down if you ask me. This has been such a great trip.
graduated and decided to take this trip as a gift to ourselves for summer
break. We’ve all got stuff we have applied for or are in the process of locking
down when we get home except for Jase, who is the youngest in the group and our
friend Harley’s younger brother. He wanted to come along, so this is his
vacation before he starts college.
more serious and we were entering the next phase. We have our futures ahead of
ourselves, yet who knew when we would be able to all get together and do this
again? My only regret is Harley couldn’t make the trip.
business—his college years were more about a backup plan. The guy is so smart.
He plans way ahead. Out of all of us, he’s got his shit together the most. He
landed himself a job that he couldn’t pass up. The boy is thinking big and has always
been like that. He sees his future of owning a security business empire like a blueprint
in his mind. I know he will make it happen, as well. He’s just that kind of
the world to me, and I would do anything for them.
they asked of me.
maybe with the exception of Keanu and Levi. Those two are hilarious without
trying and have this bond which glues them together. They have such a bromance
going on that they will be friends for life. Nothing will get between them.
They are brothers from another mother, through and through. Although, we all
get along incredibly well.
among the ladies, while Retro seems happy enough just surfing, eating, and
drinking. He’s got a lady on his mind back home, so he’s just letting his free
spirit enjoy the waves and soak up the atmosphere.
been throwing back a few beers. The chicks love his blonde hair and mismatched
blue and brown eyes. At eighteen, he isn’t technically underage here, only back
home; as a result, he’s enjoying it while it lasts. I promised Harley, his
brother, I would have his back and not let him get too out of control, and so
far, he’s only thrown up like the exorcist one night. I think that helped cure
him of hitting it too hard for a few more days. The waves are more important
than getting totally wasted and not being able to surf anyways.
high-top table with the stools. This place is starting to fill up. The DJ is
playing loud techno, and the club is pumping with bodies on the dance floor
moving in sync.
off to the bar before it gets too busy and you wind up waiting to be served for
for hot chicks, talking in each other’s ear, being each other’s wingman. The
next second, they are both shouting, “Challenge. Accepted!” and bumping fists.
I roll my eyes. They do this every night once they have locked down their
female prey. The girls are here to party, looking for a good time, and these
two aim to please.
island. Inhibitions are left at the door. After what I have seen, I don’t think
I will be letting my future daughter ever come on a vacation for summer break
until she is at least thirty.
girls who are all giggling and pointing at him. I can’t help feeling proud of
him. He was somewhat of a geek at school and I suppose Harley and my boys
rubbed off on him. Now he’s buff and enjoying the female attention. His blonde
hair and striking mismatched eyes make him stand out from the crowd.
after ourselves, and we hit up a fair bit of extreme sports. It keeps us fit.
We aren’t the indoorsy type. We study hard, but we play hard, too.
be locked down, but at the moment, we are young and single and generally don’t
do anything by halves.
been a great night of letting loose and jumping about on the dance floor.
I head over to the bar, where the crowd is two people deep all along its
length, waiting to be served. This could take a while with only a couple bar
years. I’m looking forward to seeing her when we get home. I’ve got a week
lined up to spend with her and the folks before heading back to San Diego.
Today, I bought her a brightly colored sarong, figuring chicks love that sort
of thing when they come here. Jase has it packed in his suitcase since I’ve
bought quite a bit of souvenirs for family, and my bag is at its weight limit.
vacation with us and loves photography; as a result, I’ve taken a lot of
pictures on my phone to show her.
was nearly eleven, just before we left for college, so she could play about
with it. I hoped to keep her busy with a hobby while I was away because I hated
leaving her. She hung around with us more than her own friends. Regardless, I
loved having her around, and the guys didn’t mind. I knew leaving her was going
to leave a hole in her life.
think she may have a career as a photographer. She takes awesome photos, and I
know she wants a dark room. Our mom and dad have bought her a digital camera
for her birthday in just over two months, while I’ve organized for some dark
room equipment—the perfect present for Faith. I can’t wait to see her face when
we give it all to her. The best of both photography worlds for her to play
in my ear, “Hey, Chance, thought you might like some company while you’re
standing up here waiting. I’ll help you bring the beers over. The wingmen are
working the beat, and Retro’s gone to take a piss.”
all over a couple of girls, I can’t help laughing at them. They certainly love
I’ve been standing here awhile already. “The downfall of summer break
others. He’s seen both sides of the school crowd, popular and unpopular. He was
bullied for being a geek at school, so he is sensitive to others and thinks of
their feelings. Once he started coming out of his shell and growing, his
features started to get noticed by the girls. Luckily, Harley was there to help
with his self-esteem. He used to take him out back at their home and get him to
pound the heavy bag. Afterward, they’d lift weights and go jogging together.
realize. We knew. The stupid assholes at his school, on the other hand, were
threatened by what they knew he could become. He had smarts, a personality to
match, and his looks were starting to shine through. Harley just helped nudge
it along with some brotherly advice and some older brother knowledge of what makes
a girl’s head turn.
a big head. It was like he was waiting for the right girl, someone with smarts
he could be attracted to. Jase was always studying or hanging with his geeky
friends. You could give him a makeover, but he always stayed true to his
friends. He saw people for who they were, not what they looked like. He looked
into people’s souls, not just the pretty face. I think someone was counted very
lucky if they were friends with Jase.
Faith? Have you spoken to her lately?”
were all doing.”
know you’ve been making up for lost time with the beers.” I’m trying to keep a
behaving myself. Mom and Dad only let me come on this trip as long as I
playing with Jase. The look on his face, priceless. “I’m only joking. I haven’t
ratted you out. Harley was a lot wilder than you, anyway. Trust me, you’re a
saint compared to what he was getting up to at your age.”
back to our table where Keanu, Levi, and Retro are waiting. We do a salute with
our beers before taking a drink.
thinning out a little. We’re all feeling pretty relaxed. We have a crack of
dawn surf we want to get in, and we need to drive an hour to get to the spot,
so we are keeping ourselves on the right side of sober.
Retro’s gone for another piss while Jase and I are chilling and talking when, suddenly,
there is a bit of commotion in the club. A young Asian guy with a backpack has
climbed up onto a table, screaming like a wild man. I can’t understand what
he’s saying; he’s not speaking English.
“What the fuck is that guy’s problem?”
his face is dripping with sweat, and he keeps wiping his face on his sleeve.
He’s angry and agitated with fear in his eyes, and he’s gulping down air.
us, pulls something out of his pocket, holding it above his head, waving it
about. I wish I knew what he was yelling about.
the bar’s crowd begins trying to move away, making their way towards the
crush while I search the crowd for Levi, Retro, and Keanu.
where the others are.” I need to know where they are. Right. Now.
guy made himself known. I’ve moved us to the other side of the bar, as far away
as we can shuffle through the crowd from the crazy guy.
people shove at others. In the few seconds we’ve grabbed, I keep my eyes on him
as we move. The kid is positively shaking. Then, his thumb raises and starts to
press down on the device in his hand.
waist and shoving both her and Jase behind a table and some chairs. I try to
cover them as much as I can, pushing their heads down.
table top. Blood has rained down on us. It’s everywhere. Bits of what I can
only describe as flesh have landed on the table we are hiding behind. There is
a horrid, burnt smell in the air. People are crying out. The girl with us has
gotten up and blended into the crowd. Everyone is moving like a herd of scared
cattle towards the club entrance.
talking almost to myself. I feel like I’m in a vacuum. I can’t really hear. I
can only stare.
people tried to take cover like we did, yet I can see bodies lying on the
ground. Are they dead? There is blood and bits of flesh covering people like a
macabre abstract painting. It’s everywhere.
we get up from our crouched position. The music has been drowned out by the
screams and sounds of fear inside the club. I shake my head, my ears continuing
of our surroundings. The explosion was enough to blow the kid up and collect
anybody within its radius of fallout.
fuck. Was this a joke? Is this some staged prank?
I’m having trouble believing what I’m seeing.
Jase is shouting at me, the fear clearly evident in his voice.
of gunk. I don’t want to think about what it is. “Can you see the others?” I’m
probably shouting back at him since I can’t hear myself properly.
bar have just woken up from their places of stunned disbelief and are
frantically trying to help their friends or the person closest to them. They
are as desperate as we are to get out of the club and to safety. They know
something is wrong. Very, very wrong. This is no longer the happy place it was
a few minutes ago.
noticed earlier hanging out together tonight, splattered with blood and other
bits, towards the front entrance. “Go!” I tell the one who looks the most with
it. “Take your friends and get out of here. Get yourselves some help. Just
out the door.
other girls, getting them to move and telling them not to look back.
scene. The lighting in the club is a lot dimmer in parts, and broken glass is
everywhere, being crunched under foot. Tables and chairs have been turned over,
toppled in the panic. There is a bloody mess where the guy had once stood. I
try not to look too closely.
the fuck are they?
the bar are full-blown making a push-and-shove run for it. It’s not a good way
to get through a narrow doorway. A couple of guys are smashing the glass
frontage with bar stools, trying to speed up the evacuation. Everybody wants
must be one, I can’t see a sign from where I’m standing. When I hear a new wave
of terrified screaming and crying, I turn to the front of the club. A blue
delivery van has been driven up to where the guys broke the glass front.
door open. There are still people trying to escape through the broken windows
near the van. If that van has what I think is in it, they won’t stand a chance.
This shit is real.
hear myself say. I know what’s coming.
front of the bar as possible.
against the crowd. We make some distance, but not enough.
Levi, and Keanu, please be safe.
Then it happens.
Emma James lives in Queensland,
Australia with her smexi husband, three children and a big black
Labrador. Life is busy and most entertaining in the James household. She
often bounces ideas off her family and gets very creative responses.
She loves to read as much as write. Daytime for writing, night time for
Emma hopes to surprise you with her debut book, A Little Faith.