The Creation of Kaitlyn Jones
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Precognition - Future-Sight
Have you ever seen the future through a dream?
If you knew you could save someone with that knowledge, would you?
Kaitlyn Jones is on a mission; get the man of her dreams to notice her but her mission in life becomes much greater when her ‘gifts’ become clearer. One vividly realistic dream will drastically change her life, thus significantly transforming her future. Overwhelmed by the exciting ability of telepathy and the exhilarating promise of telekinesis, Kaitlyn Jones embarks on an electrifying journey that will inevitably distort everything in her life.
Finding herself through life’s daily trials, learning of her past through painful losses and horrifying discoveries, Kaitlyn is forced to make difficult decisions amid traumatic unforeseen circumstances that inevitably lead her down the path towards maturity. Feel the emotions erupt as Kaitlyn Jones is sent through a spiral of adventures that only advance her towards her impending destiny.
Kathleen J. Shields
Kathleen J. Shields is an award winning author, having won first place for Best Educational Children’s Series from the Texas Association of Authors in 2015, and the Purple Dragonfly Award in 2017 for the Hamilton Troll Cookbook.She has 27 published books ranging from illustrated children’s books, tween chapter books, young adult and adult, as well as Christian Fiction.She is currently working on the third book of The Painting Trilogy, her memoirs, along with a fun factual story called Turtle Diaries. Her hope is to teach young readers more interesting tidbits about various turtle species through the first person perspective of a tortoise.During the week, she runs her own businesses (plural); a website and graphic design company, and a publishing house where she assists new authors in making their dreams come to reality.Over the weekends, you can usually find her setup at a market day, craft show, church bizarre or any place that will let her setup a table to promote and sell her books, throughout the Texas Hill Country.She also thoroughly enjoys visiting schools and libraries, reading to young children and inspiring 3rd through 5th graders into using their imaginations to embellish their creative writing skills.
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The Creation of Kaitlyn Jones - Kathleen J. Shields
The Creation of Kaitlyn Jones
© Copyright 2002, 2003, 2013, 2018 Kathleen J. Shields. All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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ISBN: 9781301010394 Smashwords
ISBN-13: 978-1492766216
ISBN-10: 1492766216
The Creation of Kaitlyn Jones
By Kathleen J. Shields
Precognition - Future-Sight Have you ever seen the future through a dream? If you knew you could save someone with that knowledge, would you?
Kaitlyn Jones is on a mission; get the man of her dreams to notice her but her mission in life becomes much greater when her ‘gifts’ become clearer. One life-altering dream will drastically change her life, thus significantly transforming her future. Overwhelmed by the exciting ability of telepathy and the exhilarating promise of telekinesis, Kaitlyn Jones embarks on an electrifying journey that will inevitably distort everything in her life.
Finding herself through life’s daily trials, learning of her past through painful losses and horrifying discoveries, Kaitlyn is forced to make difficult decisions amid traumatic unforeseen circumstances that inevitably lead her down the path towards maturity. Feel the emotions erupt as Kaitlyn Jones is sent through a spiral of adventures that only advance her towards her impending destiny.
Chapter 1
Darkness swarmed the area with such despair it seemed she couldn’t breathe. She knew the small dank room would make her ill, and so over time, it had. Cold air seeping in through packed dirt and the walls made her shiver to the bone. As each shiver worked through her aching body the pain grew worse. As an evil orange light blinded her to the faceless ones, she knew it was going to happen again.
One by one the evil men came down to the tiny dank cellar where Janie had been held captive for so long. She heard heavy breathing. She smelled sweet liquor on their breath and heard the deep grumbles of their laughs as they shut the door behind them, locked it, and took advantage of her again.
She had learned months earlier her screams would never be heard so far under the ground, and she had also learned her screams excited them more. Like wild hyenas searching, hunting for food, they enjoyed the fight and the struggle. With that in mind, she just gave up. Let them do their will and leave her to her silence was all she could possibly want now.
She had prayed every silent second during the past eight months for someone to rescue her from this miserable existence. She knew she would be dead soon, but she didn’t want to die in here. As her belly swelled, she prayed for serenity for her unborn child. The father didn’t matter. According to her imagination it was the prodigal of every one of those men. Its fathers were six of the most horrible men on the planet; its mother was the prisoner in their sex-crazed dungeon.
They threw down a piece of bread every once in a while, but it wasn’t enough to survive. It kept her alive, without strength to fight back. So she ate herself. She bit her fingernails and the skin around her fingers until they bled. Then she would drink blood for nutrition. It kept her awake at night wondering what this sort of treatment was doing to her unborn child. Their dirty deeds would soon kill the baby, disfigure, or deform it. She felt it would die upon birth if it didn’t die before then, but she prayed it wouldn’t.
If the baby did survive, she prayed it would be healthy and not deformed. She prayed it would be able to escape this place. That it would be raised by a good family if she wasn’t able to go with it. Most of all she prayed it would be able to do all of this. If it were able to escape and survive to a better life that it would do one more thing. That it would have the smarts, the strength, and the power to keep itself and everyone from ever living such a horrific ordeal. She prayed it would be the savior of the unsaved.
She spoke prayers through thoughts, not able to open her mouth and actually speak now; she felt the child would hear her thoughts. Like a telepathic link between mother and child she spoke.
I pray you will be strong. As strong as six men, those six men. I pray you will use that strength to help others in need, other women in this sort of predicament. I pray you will have every ability to do this, and so I give you all of my abilities. Take my sight from me, the sight that has grown so accustomed to the dark that I can now see no matter how dark it gets, no matter how black it is. Take my agility, the gymnastics that I learned as a child, I cannot use it now. Take my dreams, I give them to you. My fantasies of being able to see this before it happened, so I would never have gotten into this. Use my dreams to help others, see them before they get hurt and help them. Take my mind, the mind that I use to talk to you with and share it with someone special. Oh if only I could will the door to open. If only I could make those men fly off of me with the power of my mind. I may not have the ability to do so, but maybe my prayers will give it to you. The ability to move objects with your mind. I know you will be a girl, I can feel you growing inside of me and I feel your strength and promise. You will be everything I want you to be, I just know it.
She prayed over and over again, never changing one word. Maybe the Lord would give this to her, her last request. She was certain now she would die. She could never recover from this abuse and torment. She held on though, everyday, only for her child, in hopes her prayers would be answered.
The day started like every other day had for the majority of a year, dark. The silence was so eerie, so different from mornings before, it led her to realize something was happening. She felt it in her bones that someone was watching, and as quickly as that feeling came to her, the silence broke and there was nothing but noise.
Wood splintered and cracked under the pressure. Then footsteps, enough to sound like ten or more large men. Men shouted, and then she heard gunshots and more pounding as if men were falling. She heard more shots and more screaming. Furniture crashed, dishes broke and then finally all went quiet again.
She knew something had changed. Maybe her captors had all been killed. Maybe she would be saved. She was too weak to stand. She wanted to call out, but she couldn’t. She longed to see the sunlight, but had lost all will to move. She stayed on the floor, sniffing the moldy air, smelling the disturbance in the room, the new smells, the new people, even the smell of blood.
As she heard footsteps walk over the hidden entrance to the basement and walk away over and over again, she felt her hopes grow and shrink. She worried she would be left there alone. That maybe the good guys would never find her. And what of her baby? It would be due soon. How long could the both of them survive?
Finally, after contemplating the worst for close to an hour, and silence once again filled the house, she prayed for her salvation and her child’s life. And as she finished this prayer she once again heard footsteps above. As the footsteps stopped above the secret door, her heart began to tremble. She heard them walk back and forth on the wooden floor. Different sounds came from over top the door and then the regular floor. The hollow sound as if there were something more beneath the rug. The echo of that sound filled her ears until it was all she could hear. She sensed the man bend over and remove the dusty rug to reveal the secret door. As blinding white light filled the room, she could tell the outside door was open to the sun.
Then a second blinding light came on, a flashlight, and she watched it sway from side to side on the creaky wooden stairs. As the silhouette of a man stopped in front of her, she slowly closed her eyes against the pain from the bright light, not able to look away.
Oh, my Lord,
the man said. He then called for help and an ambulance.
As the ambulance and paramedics raced down the stairs to help the officer, the shear sight of her must have sickened them. Her once beautiful face had shrunken around her skull and most of her hair had fallen out. She had been starved until she was just a frail skeletal structure with a baby inside of her. The baby moved around inside of her, its appendages nearly poking through her skin. It was the sight of death, giving the gift of life.
They carefully took the woman from the room and brought her upstairs. She remained silent as they carried her on the gurney outside, but she smiled when she saw the sky. A smile was all she had strength for as she was rushed to a hospital. The ride was bumpy but she didn’t mind it no matter how painful. She knew she was safe now and her baby would be saved.
As they rushed her into the hospital she heard nurses scream at the sight of her. She was poked and prodded with needles and IVs where she felt nutrients fill her and shortly after the labor pains begin. They must have given her something to help the baby out as well. Before she knew it, she was in a delivery room where the doctor talked frantically with other doctors. Due to her year’s worth of silent listening, even though the doctors talked in a separate room behind a pane of glass, she heard everything.
We have to do a C-Section.
It’ll kill her!
If we don’t take the baby now, the baby might die!
How do you know that the baby isn’t the only thing keeping her alive?
She knew her time was near and she knew the doctors would have to hurry if her baby was going to survive. She found the strength to speak to a nurse who was looking over her, and what she said touched the heart of that nurse.
Save the baby.
The doctors had nothing else left to do except retrieve the baby and let God’s will take care of the mother. Like she felt the breath of God on her face, the baby had been swept from her body and cleansed. The nurses and doctors kept talking, praising her.
It’s a girl!
It’s a perfect, healthy and strong little girl!
As they handed the baby to the mother, the first and last time she would ever get to hold and see her child, she took the baby in her frail arms and looked upon the face of her masterpiece. She smiled just a little as she looked upon the child of her will and prayers and like every great artist; her last deed was to name the baby. Her last airy breath that came from her body was a name: Kaitlyn.
Chapter 2
He just doesn’t know of the love that I hold;
Deep down inside me, burning and bold.
But every so often I get a glimpse of his eyes,
And I imagine a love that he just can’t disguise.
But just as quickly as that, the moment is gone,
And I’m left here wondering if this love will dawn.
Kaitlyn Jones looked up from her writing and sighed as she peered down the auditorium bleachers to Tom McKinney in the wrestling ring. His fight was about to begin, and his trainer rushed to gear him up. Most of the other guys on the wrestling team looked silly in the schools purple and yellow wrestling suits, the colors clashed with their skin tone and the suits hung on them funny. But not Tom. His muscular, tan body looked good in anything he wore. His dark brown hair and dark brown eyes seemed to soak up any color near him. Kaitlyn found herself completely infatuated in him most of the time, but this afternoon she was a little more preoccupied.
Kaitlyn stared back down at her English paper briefly and reread what she had just written. It was a great poem, but it wasn’t one she wanted to turn in. She tore it from her book, crumpled it into a small paper ball and threw it towards her backpack. It missed the bag opening by a rim shot and fell under the benches where Tom’s mother, Marge, sat.
Marge looked up from a book when she heard the bell ring for the start of Tom’s fight and she stood and cheered for her son. Kaitlyn also cheered with the rest of the crowd. The fight didn’t last long. Within moments after the bell tolled, both competitors had a half -nelson on each other, but Tom, using strength and speed, knocked the other guy's legs out from under him, pinning him to the ground. Three seconds later, Tom was pronounced winner. The referee grabbed Tom’s hand and held it high as everybody cheered his win.
Ten minutes later, the crowd had thinned and Tom was in the locker room changing clothes. Kaitlyn and Marge sat on the bleachers talking.
So how is your junior year going Kaitlyn?
Marge asked of her favorite sitting buddy. No one else really knew enough about Tom to know this older lady was his mother, so as if she were as contagious as the plague, no one sat next to her. It wasn’t cool to be seen with someone who was 25 years older than you and knitted in public.
Kaitlyn had found out simply by accident that Marge was Tom’s mother one day during his workout about a year ago. Kaitlyn tried to sit with some of the more popular girls but they shooed her out of their area like an ant at a picnic. So Kaitlyn found an empty spot on the bleachers next to a middle-aged lady knitting a sweater.
Hi, I’m Kaitlyn,
she said, as she set down her books and began to settle down and prepare for the fight.
Well, hi there, Kaitlyn, I’m Marge. How are you doing today?
Fine. So what are you here for? Do you know one of the wrestlers?
I sure do, Tom McKinney’s my son.
Kaitlyn was shocked. You’re Tom’s mom?
she whispered.
Yep, you know you’re the first person to ever ask.
I don’t doubt it. If those girls down there knew who you were, you wouldn’t be all the way up here by yourself.
Marge gave her a sly smile. Well, you won’t tell them will you?
Kaitlyn had made a point to be at all of Tom’s wrestling matches. She really wanted to be a part of his cheering section and then celebrate with him afterwards. But she was never allowed to be part of the crowd who celebrated with him, she just wasn’t cool enough. She had a secret crush on him, but it seemed the whole school knew about it. It was hard for Kaitlyn to hide her feelings. Each time she looked at him, she got lost in his eyes, whether he was facing her or another girl. Every time he brushed against her, she’d likely melt right there in the hallway. Tom never knew. If he did know, he didn’t seem to care enough to show it.
Kaitlyn lacked the courage to go up and talk to him. The few times she did find the nerve, she’d say something off the wall about a stupid math quiz after he had just won a wrestling match and wanted to celebrate or worse. One most embarrassing time she had actually said,
I Kaitlyn, you Tom,
completely ruining the well-planned sentence she had prepared to say the entire afternoon.
But Tom didn’t laugh as she thought he would have. Tom smiled at her, before Susan spoke loud in front of everyone gathered around them.
Sorry but Tom doesn’t do the Tarzan and Jane speak, but Munce over there plays a good monkey.
Everyone around them burst out laughing as Kaitlyn looked over to the slightly chunky class clown squirting milk from his nose through a straw. Feeling hurt and embarrassment growing, Kaitlyn ran off through the crowd and prayed silently for a very large rock to fall on her and end her misery.
School’s good, Mrs. McKinney. How’s your quilting class going?
Kaitlyn asked today as she slid her notebook into her bag and gave her full attention to Tom’s mother. The gymnasium was very quiet now that the crowd had dispersed.
Wonderfully, they’re going to use my design for this years quilt bazaar.
Kaitlyn smiled as she talked with Marge. She liked her a lot; they thought the same about many things, and sometimes she got to hear stories of Tom as a young boy. Marge and Kaitlyn only had the occasional meeting at the gym last year, but last summer when Kaitlyn’s mother passed away their relationship changed. From that day on Marge had taken Kaitlyn under her wing. She had done all she could to be a good friend to Kaitlyn and to her father during their time of grieving. It had brought Marge and Kaitlyn’s relationship closer and to Kaitlyn, Marge was now like the mother she didn’t have any longer.
This particular afternoon Kaitlyn had had a bad day. She had been trying to write her feelings down in poetic form for English class but everything seemed to be wrong. She tried to write something about her mother, but it was too hard to complete and she felt guilty if she began to write anything about Marge. Kaitlyn tried to write about something not so close to herself, like flowers or bunnies but she hated those subjects even more and every time she tried to write something happy, it turned out that she was writing about Tom. Yet although the poems about Tom were great, she knew she couldn’t turn those in. What if the teacher liked it and wanted her to read it for the entire class, including the man of her dreams? She just couldn’t turn anything in about Tom; it would be way too embarrassing.
Shortly into their conversation, Tom walked up the bleachers to get his mother, which interrupted Marge and Kaitlyn’s conversation.
Mom, I’m ready.
Tom, honey, have you met Kaitlyn?
Marge asked her handsome son. Kaitlyn looked from Marge over to Tom in absolute shock because she hadn’t seen him coming. To her surprise he admitted he knew her, which amazed Kaitlyn.
Well, good, I wanted to make sure before I invited her to dinner tonight.
Kaitlyn’s heart jumped for joy and then she nearly choked on it. To be invited to Tom’s house! To eat dinner with Tom! But to be invited by his mother and not him, was a real downer. Kaitlyn began to decline but something even more surprising happened.
Sure mom, that sounds nice…
Tom began. Kaitlyn thought her life was about to change. Tom didn’t mind at all that she’d be coming to his house for dinner. But I can’t be there, I already promised the guys I’d go out with them tonight.
Oh,
Marge said, obviously trying to hook her son up with Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn tried not to show her complete disappointment. That’s okay, Mrs. McKinney, I actually have a bunch of homework to do tonight.
Okay, sweetheart, I’ll take a rain check, but you and your father must come by for dinner sometime soon okay?
Kaitlyn smiled wide. Sure thing, Mrs. McKinney.
She then bolted down the bleachers, feeling so much like a fool she didn’t even want to look at Tom. Marge stood up, reached below her seat and picked up her purse, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper with it. As she saw the paper she opened it and read it, gaining Tom’s attention.
What’s that mom?
A beautiful love poem.
She smiled as she watched Kaitlyn turn the corner and leave the gym in a hurry.
Tom laughed just enough to show surprise. Someone wrote you a love poem?
No, honey,
she sighed as she started down the stairs. It was directed to a guy who doesn’t even know it.
She handed the note to Tom and started walking down the stairs. Tom read the poem briefly, noticed Kaitlyn’s name at the top of the page and then crumpled the paper and followed his mom down the stairs. As he passed a trashcan he almost threw the paper inside, but something made him keep it. He slipped it into his pocket and then opened the door for his mother.
The next day in English class Kaitlyn stared at Tom, her head resting on her hands, her elbows on her desk. Nothing could have been more obvious, and when other students began to notice and point at her, Kaitlyn quickly glanced elsewhere. She felt so alone at times. No one ever seemed to give her a chance; no one ever seemed to understand what she was about. She wasn’t as weird as everyone made her out to be, and yet, she was treated like an outcast. Sure she had stopped smiling when her mother had been fighting with the cancer. Sure she hadn’t really talked to anyone after her mothers passing, but did that make her a bad person? Was that really a reason to spread rumors and joke about her being weird?
Kaitlyn used to always go out of her way to try and make friends. She’d be as nice as she could to people. She’d help them if they needed it and she’d listen if they wanted to talk. All she wanted out of all of this was friendship, someone to hang out with, to talk with, and someone to like her. Some people she had thought were friends were only friends