echoed throughout her thoughts.
“Pax?” a voice broke through.
Opening her eyes, Paxton was shocked to see the room was dark. She didn’t realize so much time as passed. She looked over at the door and saw her mother. Paxton sighed as she sat up. She didn’t want to see her mother.
“What?”
“I have been thinking a lot about our conversation last night. I don’t like the way you are acting and I think it would be best for us if you left my house. Go back to your house, think about things.”
“I was planning on leaving but I can’t go back to the house. I need to find somewhere else first.”
“I think it’s best if you leave soon. I haven’t gotten over what happened and you being here isn’t helping. I’m sorry. I love you, but right now I can’t have you here.”
Paxton sat in her bed stunned. She knew her relationship with her mother was strained but she didn’t think it was this bad. Her mother didn’t say anything else and just left. Paxton picked up her phone and dialed Duke. She needed to get out of here with her stuff. She just didn’t have a vehicle here to do it.
“Come get me,” Paxton pleaded as he answered the phone. “Please just come get me.”
“Don’t move.”
Paxton felt herself relax slightly. He was coming for her just like he said he would. She started taking her boxes up to the door. Her mother watched her but offered no help. Paxton would not cry in front of her.
She waited for Duke out on the porch. When he pulled up she took her first box to his truck. He went and grabbed her other few boxes she had and loaded them up for her. She climbed into the truck and waited for Duke.
“Where are you staying?”
“I was going to go to a hotel but I don’t want to waste any money that may be sitting in my bank account. Please take me to the cabin.”
“Are you sure?” Duke asked. Paxton saw the concern on his face.
“Yes.” She said as she looked out the window.
SEVEN
It had been several days since Paxton saw anyone. She was busy trying to find a new place to live. She was haunted by all the memories the cabin had. She was trying to shake them as she headed to her appointment with Dr. Keeler. This would be the first appointment where she knew she was going in to talk but she didn’t know where she wanted to start. She felt the downward spiral pulling at her again.
She found herself nervously sitting waiting on Dr. Keeler to call her. Paxton took in her surroundings. She never been to Keeler’s office outside the facility. She knotted her hands together, picked at her nails and kept watching the clock.
“Mrs. Mercier?” Dr. Keeler announced.
“Miss Andrews now,” Paxton nervously smiled. She saw Dr. Keeler’s face fall slightly.
“I see. Please come in.”
Paxton walked in and took in her new surroundings. She had built-in book shelves, a couple choices of chairs for patients to sit in and a wall of windows. She could see into the courtyard. She saw people walking by.
“Don’t worry. One way windows. They cannot see anything in here,” Dr. Keeler said as she walked over to a chair and sat down. “Please come sit.”
Paxton found herself walking to the chair furthest from the doctor.
“So what would you like to discuss?” Dr. Keeler jumped right in.
“I’m not sure. I just knew it was a good idea if I finally talked to someone. Someone who can be partial to me without laying blame.”
“Why would I blame you for something?” She cocked her head to one side. Paxton fidgeted under her gaze.
“Because I am a horrible person.”
“From my records that I have, I show that you are not a horrible person. A renowned surgeon, you have family that loved you but from what I understand, something happened a little over a year ago. Then your loved ones said you started changing.”
“I had a loving family. Then I broke it up,” Paxton corrected Dr. Keeler.
“Why don’t you start from the beginning? When Jack came in he said you
“Pax?” a voice broke through.
Opening her eyes, Paxton was shocked to see the room was dark. She didn’t realize so much time as passed. She looked over at the door and saw her mother. Paxton sighed as she sat up. She didn’t want to see her mother.
“What?”
“I have been thinking a lot about our conversation last night. I don’t like the way you are acting and I think it would be best for us if you left my house. Go back to your house, think about things.”
“I was planning on leaving but I can’t go back to the house. I need to find somewhere else first.”
“I think it’s best if you leave soon. I haven’t gotten over what happened and you being here isn’t helping. I’m sorry. I love you, but right now I can’t have you here.”
Paxton sat in her bed stunned. She knew her relationship with her mother was strained but she didn’t think it was this bad. Her mother didn’t say anything else and just left. Paxton picked up her phone and dialed Duke. She needed to get out of here with her stuff. She just didn’t have a vehicle here to do it.
“Come get me,” Paxton pleaded as he answered the phone. “Please just come get me.”
“Don’t move.”
Paxton felt herself relax slightly. He was coming for her just like he said he would. She started taking her boxes up to the door. Her mother watched her but offered no help. Paxton would not cry in front of her.
She waited for Duke out on the porch. When he pulled up she took her first box to his truck. He went and grabbed her other few boxes she had and loaded them up for her. She climbed into the truck and waited for Duke.
“Where are you staying?”
“I was going to go to a hotel but I don’t want to waste any money that may be sitting in my bank account. Please take me to the cabin.”
“Are you sure?” Duke asked. Paxton saw the concern on his face.
“Yes.” She said as she looked out the window.
SEVEN
It had been several days since Paxton saw anyone. She was busy trying to find a new place to live. She was haunted by all the memories the cabin had. She was trying to shake them as she headed to her appointment with Dr. Keeler. This would be the first appointment where she knew she was going in to talk but she didn’t know where she wanted to start. She felt the downward spiral pulling at her again.
She found herself nervously sitting waiting on Dr. Keeler to call her. Paxton took in her surroundings. She never been to Keeler’s office outside the facility. She knotted her hands together, picked at her nails and kept watching the clock.
“Mrs. Mercier?” Dr. Keeler announced.
“Miss Andrews now,” Paxton nervously smiled. She saw Dr. Keeler’s face fall slightly.
“I see. Please come in.”
Paxton walked in and took in her new surroundings. She had built-in book shelves, a couple choices of chairs for patients to sit in and a wall of windows. She could see into the courtyard. She saw people walking by.
“Don’t worry. One way windows. They cannot see anything in here,” Dr. Keeler said as she walked over to a chair and sat down. “Please come sit.”
Paxton found herself walking to the chair furthest from the doctor.
“So what would you like to discuss?” Dr. Keeler jumped right in.
“I’m not sure. I just knew it was a good idea if I finally talked to someone. Someone who can be partial to me without laying blame.”
“Why would I blame you for something?” She cocked her head to one side. Paxton fidgeted under her gaze.
“Because I am a horrible person.”
“From my records that I have, I show that you are not a horrible person. A renowned surgeon, you have family that loved you but from what I understand, something happened a little over a year ago. Then your loved ones said you started changing.”
“I had a loving family. Then I broke it up,” Paxton corrected Dr. Keeler.
“Why don’t you start from the beginning? When Jack came in he said you
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