Love Reaffirmed (Candle Light Book 1) by Christina OW

Author:Christina OW
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-02-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

After a week in hospital I was released, of course with a parole officer namely Sandra. She watched every move I made, cooked the food I ate and tasted all the liquids I took to make sure I wasn’t trying to poison myself. If I stayed in the shower more than ten minutes she would knock on the door until I opened it, done or not. Once I tried to ignore her and she got someone to break down the door. I tried to explain I wasn’t trying to kill myself and she would nod and agree like she was trying to appease a five year old child. I never before thought of suicide but I found myself seriously considering it with her around for the last two weeks.

I loved her and I understood her fears but she was going over board with all of this. She was exhausting the little sanity I had left. Morris came to my rescue and took her away for the day, but that didn’t stop her from calling me every half an hour. I made it a point to answer each and every call. When she knew that I was okay and still kicking, it would keep her from coming back too soon.

I sat in my living room and turned on the flat screen. I had a six pack of beer at my feet, a bag of chips on my right, a bowl of pop corns on my left and a tray with six burgers on the table. I was going to enjoy my freedom while the warden was away. I looked at my left arm. It wasn’t as heavily bandaged as before. There was light gauze covering the stitches. I had really done a number on my arm, the doctors said it was a miracle I didn’t sustain any nerve damage. He wasn’t happy though when my family wouldn’t put me on suicide watch but after he met Sandra he believed I couldn’t be in safer hands.

Sandra was responsible, protective, a shoulder to cry on and someone I would want in my corner at all times. I felt guilty putting them all through what I did. It was wrong and very selfish of me, all because I wanted to see Kristy and she didn’t even turn up.

I swallowed the bile in my mouth and washed it down with beer. The thoughts of Kristy hurt, especially when I was in a room alone. Morris was right the memory of Kristy in our home was beginning to torture me. I could feel her memories around me, taunting me with what I could never again have. The art pieces on the walls she bought, the multi light color dishes that she picked specifically to lighten the dark brown kitchen. The cream sofas and white cushions that were to match the gold painted walls of the living room. The sculptures all over the house that were supposed to represent peaceful aura of love and nature- I just called them voodoo stone dolls.

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