“Crack”
I wake up to hear a loud noise coming from the other room. Seeing Jon laying next to me, I carefully try to move without waking him. However, I need to go out and find what has just made that noise.
When I finally climb off the bed and glance over to make sure he is still asleep, I hear another noise coming closer this time. Someone is walking towards the bedroom, and it sounds too heavy to be Jordan. Hearing a loud scraping along the wall, it instantly reminds me of when George used to do that with his nails whenever he got drunk and was about to beat me.
Hurrying to the door, I brace myself in case I am right. Then when it does open quickly, I slam it right back at him. I hear, “Shit!” Then a grunt before I feel the door slam all the way open right into my shoulder.
He appears around the door to stare me in the eyes with a wicked grin spreading across his ugly face. I cry out and
“Hey, how are you doing this morning beautiful?” I ask because I feel like shit for having to leave her alone last night.Realizing that it is hospital policy, I went home with Jon but not before stopping off at the pizza joint and grabbing a bite to eat. We were both starving apparently, because we finished off a supersize pizza and a large order of extra buttery breadsticks with garlic marinara sauce. It was to die for.When we arrived at the house, Jon was so tired that he went straight to bed. But I sat up for a while worrying if George might come back. The last thing we need is for him to show up while Lillian is in the hospital. Then I might actually kill him this time.After several hours of looking at my laptop, I place it on the end table and grab a cup of nice hot coffee. As I take a deep breath in, I close my eyes to revel in the aroma before I reopen them and take a sip. It&rsquo
“You are free to go. That is unless you want to stay?” Doctor Laramie says as he flirts with me.Jordan and Jon are not here yet, because it is only 8:15 and visiting hours don’t start till 9 a.m. I will just have to get dressed after they take out the I.V. and sign my paperwork before waiting for them to arrive. Once I step out those doors though, I don’t intend on coming back any time soon. Lately, it seems like I have been here one too many times.Sure, I feel bad about it all, but I feel even worse because I have totally disrupted Jordan’s business and his life. It makes me wonder if all this was really worth it for him. After all, if he hadn’t met me that day when this all started, he wouldn’t have had his life threatened or worse watched as everything he holds dear to him burned up in a fire.I can’t believe it has been over a year since this has all started.&nb
The moment she captures a glimpse of the place, I watch as her eyes light up and she smiles bigger than I have seen her in a long time. It’s an absolutely beautiful smile and I love the fact that something we did had this desired effect on her. It’s amazing.“Have I told you just how much I love you.” I say softly when I stop the car and stare at her for a moment before we get out and I help her inside.Watching her face when I unlock the door and she walks in, is priceless. I love the way she expresses everything so purely. At least I will always know when she actually appreciates things, she doesn’t seem to be able to hide her emotions at all. That is a good thing in some respects, a detriment in others. I wonder how all this time she lived with George or is this why he beat her?Could he not deal with the constant reminder that he was never good enough for her? I so often have remin
“I can’t believe this is happening again.” I say to Jordan with tears in my eyes. Barely getting out a word without bursting into tears, I wonder “Why won’t George just leave us alone? Does he hate me so much that he won’t stop till we are all dead?” Sitting next to Jordan, I snuggle up with Jon’s head on my lap as the police officers ask us all sorts of questions. It takes two hours for them to get the dead bodies out of the rooms and then ask us what happened. Then and only then, did they leave after Detective Roberts warns us to not leave town. “Honey, will you take Jon to bed? I think he is ready now. Besides I don’t want to wake him, especially now after all of this.” I raise my hands to gesture at everything around me. Jordan nods as he stands up and stretches before he scoops him up in his arms and takes him to bed. As I sit there all alone, I wonder if this will ever be over with. Looking up when
“That was so fucking hot!” I think to myself while remembering last night as I run my fingers through my hair and stare into the mirror after taking a shower. Lillian is still asleep, but I must make a trip into town and check on the guys at the shop, because it’s been a few days since I have checked in on their progress.A couple weeks back, I was forced to get a whole new crew and it is killing me. Not only do they have no idea what they are really doing, but they don’t have the same feel as the ones I am used to working with. I used to be able to leave the shop for days at a time or weeks and be somewhat confident that they would still get the work completed. Now, I am not too sure about anything.As I shave my head, I remember the days when I spent all day every day at the shop and I lived for it, but now it seems that I am always constantly worried about Lillian and Jon. Matter of fact, that is all I do.
“Jordan!” I cry out the minute I see him. When Jon still hadn’t got out of bed, I went to check on him. He was still asleep at 2 p.m., so I walked over to the side of the bed and shook him gently. I panicked and yelled for him, because after shaking him, he still wouldn’t open his eyes. Leaning down, I place my fingers on his neck to check if his heart is even beating. Thankfully, it is and so I try to wake him again. Nothing. Realizing that I must do something, I grab my phone and call an ambulance. While waiting, I sit next to him on the bed and hope that I am wrong, because if I am right, he may not ever wake up. As I sit there silently, tears fall well up in my eyes and then cascade down my cheeks. Why? Why does this always have to happen to us? Why can’t George just leave us alone? If this all wouldn’t have happened, my kids would be fine. Kelly wouldn’t be dead
“Baby, baby. Tell me, what has happened?” I say while trying to calm her down.As I hold her tight, she looks up at me with tear-stained eyes and answers me in a shaky voice, “They said he is going into surgery and the doctor hasn’t even come out to talk to me about what is happening yet.”“What? How can they? He is underage.” I ask while glaring at the nurse at the counter.She hesitates and then states, “They told me they don’t have too anymore.” Before she starts crying again and I hug her even tighter.“Let me take care of this!” I release her quickly, after kissing her lips softly.Proceeding straight to the counter, I raise my voice in an authoritative tone, “I demand to see the doctor at once.”The nurse looks up at me and glares for a second, before she informs me in a rude manner, “Sir, you need to sit down. You ar
“It’s amazing. One minute they are treating us like we did something wrong and now they are kissing our asses.” Jordan states, while sitting up in the bed and trying to get out.Immediately, a nurse rushes in because he trips the beds’ alarm. “Sir, please don’t try to get up. You need to stay still because we haven’t finished our scans on you yet.”After lying back down on the bed, I watch him lay there awkwardly as the machine rotates over him slowly. It makes a whirring noise and then a couple clicks. By the time it is done with the scan, not only does Jordan look uncomfortable, but I am starting to feel it too.I am just glad that they waited to do this until Jon went into surgery. At least, that way I could be with him until they wheeled him away. Now, this whole thing is helping keep my mind off how long Jon’s surgery is taking.What the doctor had said bo