Awakened by Cheri Winters

Author:Cheri Winters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rowan Publishing, LLC

Chapter 14

I jerked awake, sitting bolt upright on the couch, my clothes sticking to my skin. Gah! I must have run a fever during the night and sweated. I couldn’t believe I slept all night and didn’t stir once.

My feet were still bound in gauze so, I unwrapped them. There was blood on the inside of the binding, and my feet looked as though the cuts had had a week to heal. I bit my lip and put my weight on them. Nothing. Not even a twinge of pain. I threw the gauze into the trashcan and washed in the shower.

The memory of yesterday with the prowler flooded me along with the hot water splashing over me. My hands still shook and I checked my whole apartment before my heart calmed some. Whatever Barney had given me affected me way more than vodka did. My stomach growled. I was so hungry that if I had a box of pizza nearby, I’d bring it into the shower with me.

Quickly, I finished and dressed in a pair of black jeans and a crimson top. I braided my still wet black hair down my back. Checking my cell, I gulped at the time. Ten thirty. No wonder I was famished. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday at Barney’s.

In the kitchen, my broom was propped up against my stove, bristles up. Weird. Barney had cleaned up the glass night before last and wrapped my feet, but why not put the broom back in the closet and the dirty part down? Probably some Irish custom of his. I needed to thank him for helping me the other night though. I put away the broom and started to make breakfast.

I scrambled three eggs and added cheese to the sizzling mixture. While I waited for my breakfast to cook, I smeared jelly over bread, not even bothering to toast it. I had two more pieces before the eggs were done and devoured them, as well.

I cracked open a bottle of water and sat down in front of my computer. Emails and internet social sites took me an hour to get through. My phone beeped with a message.

Hey, it’s Scott. How are you holding up?

Not too good. I need a distraction, something different to get my mind off everything for a while.

You up for a carnival? There’s one this Saturday.

I typed in my reply despite the heaviness in my chest. He didn’t deserve to hear about my grief. Sounds amazing, but I’ll have to pass this time. I’ve got the memorial service lined up for Friday and would really like you to come with me if you’re able?

He responded. Of course. Send me the deets.

Copying the information from the email confirming my order, I sent him the address and time.

Then I typed an email to my college professors about suspending my classes until the fall. Hopefully, by then, I could get back into things, but the idea of studying or even trying to focus on anything felt like swimming in quicksand.

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