Traced in the Stars

Author: IAmAlexM

Description: When Shane and Carmen feel the world pull them away, a precious gift                pulls them back together.

Rating:NC-17

Feedback: Yes please! It only takes one person to like this for me to keep going

Chapter 1-Linked Lives

She sat on a swing, in an empty park. It was completely dark. Yet another foster family who threw her out. Her watch beeped. The glass of its broken screen distorted the numbers, but she knew it was 2 am. She felt her eyes get heavy and her tall, skinny body finaly drift from all pain. In the distance, yelling was heard.

Boy: Hey FAG!

She only gently stirred, until another yell was heard, but this time, it was her as she felt her shoulder being crushed by a foot. She looked up. He was four years older than her, a grade 12 at her school. John Arkinsky, captain of the football team. It was blurry, but she could make out the other members of the team in the distance.

She felt two strong arms firmly grasp her body, this time a shot was heard.

Shane sprung from her bed; beads of sweat ran down her body from head to toe. Her breathing and heart rate were crazy. She tried to calm herself down as she felt the body next to her stir, and two hands softly grip her shoulders. The body tried comforting her.

Shane: It’s alright Carmen, I’m fine!

            The Latina’s lips gently pressed her wife’s cheek and Shane laid back down.

Carmen: Same one?

            Shane swallowed hard and nodded.

Carmen: Baby, this isn’t right, something’s wrong.

Shane sighed and cuddled closer to her wife.

Shane: I know, look I’ll make an appointment or something in the morning alright?

Carmen smiled and placed a loving kiss on Shane’s lips. Shane smiled and returned it. Licking her lover’s lips as the two started to roam each others bodies.

            Alex woke up the next morning in a hospital bed. She looked around, no one as always. It’s not like she expected anyone. Her social worker had given up on her, every foster family she had, in someway had something they didn’t like about her: too gay, not gay enough, too skinny, too tall, half boy, half girl. Face it, everyone wanted a baby, or a perfect son or daughter, she was neither. She was somewhere in between messed up son, messed up daughter. She had no place, she just was, she just existed.