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The clothes consisted of a pair of blue jeans, sandals and a blue t-shirt. It all fit her as if made for her. How had they known her size? She’d lost weight during her lengthy convalescence. After hanging the robe on a hook on the wall she joined Julie. “I feel almost human again.”
Eagerly, she drank the glass of juice waiting for her and devoured the sandwich while Julie waited patiently. When she was done, Julie escorted her to the group session.
“Everyone, here’s our newest member. Group, this is Megan. She’s new. Please make her feel at home,” a male voice spoke. “Hello, Megan. I’m Doctor Snow, your shrink, so to speak. Take a seat and after everyone has introduced themselves to you, tell us about yourself.”
Megan sat on the only vacant chair in the circle. She glanced at the other people present and counted twelve, including herself. There were five men, and six women. Megan smiled as each person told her his or her name. For now she’d have a hard time remembering them all. She was just glad to see other people rather than just nurses and doctors. Their ages varied from young to elderly.
“Your turn, Megan. How did you end up here? Tell us your story,” Doctor Snow said.
“It’s not a long story.” Megan talked about her birthday, their evening at the nightclub, Mark’s proposal and the explosion. She told them a little bit about her lengthy hospital stay.
“Megan, we want to know everything, from what you first remember as a child.”
“Why?”
“Because there is a reason you’re in this group. The reason is not the accident or what you went through afterward. Something has been eating at you for many years. We’re going to help you deal with it, help you forgive whatever or whoever caused you this pain,” Doctor Snow told her.
“How do you—“ She stopped. None of this was believable, so why question him. “All I want is to get in contact with my parents, with Mark. I don’t need any of this.”
“Mark and your parents are just fine. All in good time. Marie, why don’t you start off today’s session?”
Megan listened to the woman talk. Apparently she’d been in an abusive relationship and had never told her present husband about her alcohol and drug abuse and what her former husband had put her through. She’d kept secrets. Secrets. So this was what all this was about. But how the hell could the doctor know? Damn, now that I’m better I just want to go home, to Mark, to see Mom and Dad…
Chapter Six
Megan’s father …
Harry slugged away at the fire he had to keep going. It had to remain a certain temperature to melt the gold ore the miners brought in. Sweat poured off his sooty face. He swiped at it. How long had he been here now? He’d lost all track of time. It seemed like forever. And how had he ended up here? He didn’t have a clue. All he remembered was the explosion and then waking up in this hellhole where no one had an answer for him. His coworkers were all ignorant sons of bitches. He steered well clear of them. He had no sense of hours or minutes. He’d lost his watch when the explosion happened, and there was no clock in this pit. He didn’t know if it was night or day. The only thing he could go by was the siren that rang to announce the end of a shift. Food consisted of slop dished up out of a huge vat. Sleeping quarters, if you could even call them that, were in another tunnel. He was lucky to have found an empty spot and a bunch of rags to use for blankets. It was cold and damp in the tunnels. The nights, if that’s what they were, seemed long. He’d lie awake for hours thinking about his wife and daughter. What had happened to Georgia and Megan? Had they survived the explosion? And why was he condemned to this place? He hadn’t even stood trial. It was an instant switch, from the madhouse in the nightclub, to wake up here. Had he blanked out what happened in between? If he’d been
The clothes consisted of a pair of blue jeans, sandals and a blue t-shirt. It all fit her as if made for her. How had they known her size? She’d lost weight during her lengthy convalescence. After hanging the robe on a hook on the wall she joined Julie. “I feel almost human again.”
Eagerly, she drank the glass of juice waiting for her and devoured the sandwich while Julie waited patiently. When she was done, Julie escorted her to the group session.
“Everyone, here’s our newest member. Group, this is Megan. She’s new. Please make her feel at home,” a male voice spoke. “Hello, Megan. I’m Doctor Snow, your shrink, so to speak. Take a seat and after everyone has introduced themselves to you, tell us about yourself.”
Megan sat on the only vacant chair in the circle. She glanced at the other people present and counted twelve, including herself. There were five men, and six women. Megan smiled as each person told her his or her name. For now she’d have a hard time remembering them all. She was just glad to see other people rather than just nurses and doctors. Their ages varied from young to elderly.
“Your turn, Megan. How did you end up here? Tell us your story,” Doctor Snow said.
“It’s not a long story.” Megan talked about her birthday, their evening at the nightclub, Mark’s proposal and the explosion. She told them a little bit about her lengthy hospital stay.
“Megan, we want to know everything, from what you first remember as a child.”
“Why?”
“Because there is a reason you’re in this group. The reason is not the accident or what you went through afterward. Something has been eating at you for many years. We’re going to help you deal with it, help you forgive whatever or whoever caused you this pain,” Doctor Snow told her.
“How do you—“ She stopped. None of this was believable, so why question him. “All I want is to get in contact with my parents, with Mark. I don’t need any of this.”
“Mark and your parents are just fine. All in good time. Marie, why don’t you start off today’s session?”
Megan listened to the woman talk. Apparently she’d been in an abusive relationship and had never told her present husband about her alcohol and drug abuse and what her former husband had put her through. She’d kept secrets. Secrets. So this was what all this was about. But how the hell could the doctor know? Damn, now that I’m better I just want to go home, to Mark, to see Mom and Dad…
Chapter Six
Megan’s father …
Harry slugged away at the fire he had to keep going. It had to remain a certain temperature to melt the gold ore the miners brought in. Sweat poured off his sooty face. He swiped at it. How long had he been here now? He’d lost all track of time. It seemed like forever. And how had he ended up here? He didn’t have a clue. All he remembered was the explosion and then waking up in this hellhole where no one had an answer for him. His coworkers were all ignorant sons of bitches. He steered well clear of them. He had no sense of hours or minutes. He’d lost his watch when the explosion happened, and there was no clock in this pit. He didn’t know if it was night or day. The only thing he could go by was the siren that rang to announce the end of a shift. Food consisted of slop dished up out of a huge vat. Sleeping quarters, if you could even call them that, were in another tunnel. He was lucky to have found an empty spot and a bunch of rags to use for blankets. It was cold and damp in the tunnels. The nights, if that’s what they were, seemed long. He’d lie awake for hours thinking about his wife and daughter. What had happened to Georgia and Megan? Had they survived the explosion? And why was he condemned to this place? He hadn’t even stood trial. It was an instant switch, from the madhouse in the nightclub, to wake up here. Had he blanked out what happened in between? If he’d been
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