Running From Me by Tamara Martin

Author:Tamara Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780648374312
Publisher: Tamara Martin

Chapter 14

I gave my friends a break and made sure I was still in the house when they left for work in the morning. I was in my pyjamas eating Coco Pops and drinking coffee at the dining table while Sienna and Mel rushed around getting themselves ready for their work day.

‘You going to be alright here, Jilly?’ asked Mel. ‘You could come hang out at the retreat if you want, so I’m close by if you need something. There’s a TV room no one really uses,’ she offered.

‘No, no, don’t be silly. It’s just a sprained ankle, I’ll be fine. I’ll just rest it for a couple of hours and I bet it will be good as new by this afternoon,’ I insisted.

‘Well don’t you go doing too much too soon,’ Sienna warned.

‘Yes, doctor,’ I laughed.

She playfully punched my arm with a smile and hurried down the stairs with Mel right behind her.

After they’d gone, despite Sienna’s warning, I carefully tested my ankle, tried putting pressure on it or rolling it but it was too stiff and sore to do anything. I put some ice in a tea towel and rested it on my ankle while I sat on the couch and looked through the photos on my camera. I really needed to get some shots printed if I was going to have enough stock for the markets on Saturday now that I was staying but until the swelling in my ankle went down I couldn’t drive.

Sitting on the couch wasn’t doing me any good, though. I couldn’t stop my brain from thinking. I was a creature of habit. I had programmed myself for survival. But it seemed my human need for connection was also strong. I’d always been able to override it but now, now it was hard. Now it was begging me to give these people a chance, to let them in.

I’d met a lot of nice people in my life, a lot of people I could have made real connections with, I supposed, under different circumstances. I’d had some fun over the years but nothing, none of those people had made me feel this way, as though leaving would break me in two. None of the men I’d shared my body with had made me feel the way MD made me feel without even touching me. MD made me feel things I’d only ever read about in the books in the old lady’s library. MD made me want to confess everything just so we could start fresh and be whole. MD made me want things, things I’d long ago given up wanting and it terrified me.

I hobbled into the kitchen to dispose of the melting ice pack and made some toast before hobbling back to the couch. All this hobbling and thinking and feeling was bloody exhausting. I turned on the telly to watch morning TV but fell asleep during one of those live commercials about vacuum cleaners.

After watching Ellen and eating some two-minute noodles for lunch, I tested my ankle again.

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