LOGINAs I take one last look at myself, I can't help but feel excited. It has been very long since I have felt this way. Kerrick is in my living room waiting patiently for me. As I walk in the living room, he gets up from the couch. His eyes wander from my face down to my body, where they linger. Most of the time he is very hard to read, but not now. He doesn't even have to say it, but he does anyway. "Wow...just wow," I smile at his poorly worded compliment. "Are you ready?" I ask, admiring his new look. I have never seen him looking so official and elegant. "Yes, unless there is someting you would like to add," at his offer, I take a step closer to him. His tie is a bit crooked. I straighten it. I raise my eyes to his face and find that he is already looking at me. "You are ready now," I try not to stutter. He nods. I should step back. I really should, but I don't. I feel his hands come up to my back, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans in, and I don't move away. If I am being ho
I have dresses to go to parties, I do. But this feels like it requires something else. Something that only Jade can help me look for. That is why I am having a second glass of wine as I wait for her. I want to say she is never late, but that would be a lie.She pulls over in front of the wine bar. I watch as she gets out of the car and puts on her sunglasses. She parts her hair effortlessly using her hand. I can't stop staring at her, amazed by her presence. Believe me everyone here is looking at her. She is simply magnetic. "Sorry for keeping you waiting hon," she says, drinking the rest of my wine. "Where were you?" she looks around. "The other side of town. I have been trying my best to avoid spending any time at home," she explains. "Why? I thought with Rackel out of the house, you would like it," she takes her sunglasses off revealing bloodshot eyes. "Well, so did I," she looks exhausted. "Turns out my dad is really hard to live with, especially when he is alone. His attenti
I have thought of all the places she might be hiding, only to realize I don't know much about her. Other than the fact that she worked as John's secretary before she got married to him. Kerrick is insuferable when he is feeling frustrated. After the call with Jade ended with no better lead, he took me to work with him. We have been going through everything, and at this point I am almost sure I can recite what is in this damn files. "I need a break," he tears his eyes from what he is reading. He nods at my request before returning his attention the paperwork. "What are hoping to find?" I hadn't thought patnering up with him will be us cooped up in this office going over the same paperwork over and over again. "Something, anything," he closes the file he has been reading and takes another one. I can't be here any longer. It is almost twelve and it is the perfect time for me to head to the my office. I get up. He is too focused on what he is reading to even notice. I am worried he
It has been a week since I went to visit Kerrick in the hospital. I am back to seeing my patients and I have started to enjoy my quiet, undisturbed routine. I have had dinner with Jade twice this week at Rochelle's and it felt just like old times. There is still a lot in my head, but I have decided to deal with issues as they come. Today I had a lot of patients with barely an hour to spare for myself. When I finally finish updating my notes for the day, it is already past eleven and I can't wait to get home. The office building is empty and dark, except for the blinking security lights. I hurry into the elevator and press ground floor. My office is on the third floor. The elevator doors open at the second floor. A guy with a large frame and a hoodie gets on. He moves around me. I try to look at his face, but I only catch a glimpse of his chin. He leans at the elevator wall behind me and the hairs at the back of my neck stand. I can feel him staring at me. I give in and look beh
I am staring at my phone, trying to understand what I have just heard. Why would Kerrick be calling Rackel? Even more importantly why would he need another phone just to contact her? This is all very suspicious. I should visit Rackel soon. I hope her treatment is going well. Today has had enough troubles of its own. *********************************************It has been long since I have woken up this early. I have too much to do. I jump in the shower. I feel my whole body relaxing as the warm water hits me. I welcome it and allow my mind to wander. I don't want Kerrick to die, I know that for sure. But what I am starting to doubt is whether I can trust him. I should be able to get the answer to that by the end of the day if he is conscious. As for the guy I saw yesterday. I don't know what to think of him. Why come to me after shooting Kerrick? Is it just for the thrill or did he think I wouldn't recognize him?How is it that the more I uncover the more confused I get?The las
He is down in what feels like a second. There is commotion as everyone hides below their tables and chairs, leaving just me exposed. I am staring at the bleeding Kerrick, wondering what the hell is happening."KERRICK!". I am screaming like a mad woman. He is clasping tightly onto his chest. I remove my blazer and place it on his wound. "Hold on. The ambulance is on its way," I say, finally kneeling beside him. There is no fear in his eyes. That worries me more. He starts blinking. "Don't close your eyes, okay? You hear me," I am pressing the wound with as much force as I can. "Call the damn ambulance," I scream to no one in particular. "Hold on, you are going to be fine. Just hold on," I plead with him as he closes his eyes. My attention is on him that everything around us seems to disappear.I don't even see the ambulance and police cars that surround the place. "Move back," one of the paramedics says. "I can't. He will bleed out," my once white blazer is now covered with blood.
Inside me, I have always felt empty. At first, after the death of my family, there was just pure grief. After years the grief eased and slowly by slowly it disappeared leaving me with an emptiness I have been struggling to fill since then.Now more than ever, I feel so alone. I am the talk of every
The news of Johan's death spread quickly, almost like somebody is behind it. Most of my patients get cold feet about coming in for a session, not that I blame them. The ones that don't, expect me to talk about the murder their whole session. No matter how much I want to act like this hasn't affecte
I want to disappear so bad. It's not even more about what is happening, it's that I don't know why it is happening. "Are you okay?" I look up and nod. Kerrick has refused to leave my side since we found the body. I don't really mind him being here, he gives me a sense of security. "Why does this ke
"Anything else you want to tell me?" I ask Johan. It has been three months since i have diagnosed him with bipolar disorder. He has not missed an appointment since and actually called me five times when i was out injured. " I'm good. It's just the drugs you prescribed make me feel kind of grey," he







