Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 60

I was so excited, that I jumped out of my seat the moment Mike slowed to turn into a parking space.

“Careful, honey. Let me

e get the truck turned off before you start jumping around, Mike admonished. Blushing, I sat down. When Mike had turned off the truck, he turned to me, smiling. Now you can get out. If I had brought you back hurt because you jumped out of a moving vehicle, we would both be in a lot of trouble,” he joked.

I nodded in understanding. ‘I’m sorry, I know that wasn’t safe; I will be more careful, I promise,” I told Mike before letting myself out of the truck. I met Mike at the back of the truck, He pulled out my pack first, handing it to me so I could get it adjusted properly.

A few minutes later, we were heading toward the trailhead, and Mike began telling me about the area, pointing out and telling me the names of trees and flowers as we passed. “It’s beautiful out here; 1 love it; look at all the flowers I laughed. I love flowers, they were so bright and beautiful, and always lifted my mood. Living with my father, though, I never had any money to buy any, and if I had tried to plant any seeds, my father would have surely killed them or pulled them out when he was mad at me,

we found our forever home, He would get me any flowers I wanted to plant. I grinned excitedly, “Do you think we can find someplace like this to live? I love it here, but I know it’s too far away for Patrick because he has to spend

him, and gave me a deep . I smiled up at Mike as we continued walking, but I stayed close, keeping our fingers intertwined. After several minutes of walking I noticed a creek appear off to one side of the path. That

you in whatever swimsuit you packed for this trip. Mike grinned wickedly, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I laughed at

just glad I remembered to pack one, otherwise I would be out on the boat later with nothing on.” I laughed at Mike’s groan. He reached out, smacking my ass, and before I could complain, silenced

hear the faint roaring sound of fast–moving water. Mike led me around a bend in the trail, and there, as the trail branched off in a different direction, was a beautiful waterfall I froze in the middle of the trail, staring up at

falls. As we got closer, I began to feel misty drops of water brushing my face, and as if by magic, the waterfall appeared. There was a small clearing at the base of a cliff, and the waterfall fell into a pool of water that led off toward the creek we had

“Can we come

back and swim here?” I

going to be a lot colder than the lake.” Curious now, I walked toward the edge of the pool, knelt down, and ran my hand through the

until I slid my freezing hand under his shirt. He yelped, trying to wiggle away from my freezing fingers. Once he escaped my icy attack, he took my cold hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm while he led me further along the edge of the pool. There was a small outcropping of rocks off to one