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girlfriend who has a heart of gold, does makes me smile. A couple of years back I could have lost both of them, when someone from her past came after her. It was completely unavoidable. Colton, Ciara and Brianna confronted the guy and his men, thankfully coming out on the winning side.
    “Fine.” I tell him everything. The anger, panic attacks… the visions. I’m positive he can hear the fear that’s rolling around my voice. As I speak these truths to Colton, I realize it makes me feel a little better.
    “Do you think I’m going crazy?” I ask him while looking at him eye to eye.
    “No. I think there are a lot of things you need to work out. And you already know I think you should get professional help.”
    “Well, you also know I’m a stubborn fuck who doesn’t listen very well. I don’t want to go to a doctor. I think I can work it out myself.”
    “Ciara thinks you are dealing with some kind of PTSD.” He says pointedly.
    I take a deep breath. “Probably so, but it’s not going to make me change my mind.”
    “I want to understand why.”
    “The truth?” Colton nods. “I’m scared that a doctor will commit me to some kind of institution.”
    “Come on! Traxx, that’s fucking ridiculous! The only way you would be committed is if you show that you’re going to harm yourself or others. Be sensible, would ya’?”
    “It is what it is. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Can we play a game until Brianna gets home?” He looks at me incredulously, but grabs one of the wireless remotes and hands it to me.
    “Fine. I’ll drop it for now, but I better start seeing some kind of progress or else we will be the ones taking you to the hospital. I’ll be damned if we are going to stand by and watch you lose control of reality and your life. Not happening.”
    I nod at him and start playing the game. I know he’s right. I have to find a way to work out this guilt and regret I feel inside.
     

Chapter 3
     

Ciara
    I’m just getting home from work. Being an Assistant to the most popular psychologist in the state is not always fun. It’s busy as hell most of the time. My family was against it. They feel I should finish my graduate course work and then join a practice. Some days I think I should have listened to their advice, but on the other hand, I really enjoy being completely independent and I appreciate that I can do whatever I want.
    I enter my apartment complex’s parking lot and right away I notice Traxx’s truck sitting in the same spot he left it days ago. It pisses me off immediately. Since his panic attack I haven’t seen or heard from him at all. He’s been in his room probably feeling sorry for himself. It’s time for him to get rid of his demons and it’s time for me to shake things up a bit.
    I practically run towards the building and up the steps, high heels still on. Opening the door to my apartment, I go straight to my room to change into some workout clothes.  Keagan is not here yet, so I go on to the guys’ place by myself and knock on their door. I wait patiently but there is no answer. I pull out my cell phone from the arm band holder, and I text him.
    Ciara:              I’m knocking on your door. Get your ass up and come open it.
    Traxx:              Go away.
    Ciara:              I have a spare key. I was trying to be respectful, but obviously you need a good ass whooping. I’m coming in. Be ready (meaning make sure you’ve got some clothes on!)
    Just as I’m looking for the spare, I hear some shuffling and the lock clicks open. I look at this thing that has opened the door… Traxx resembles the Big Foot guy from the beef jerky commercials; my face gets all twisty - I can’t help it - and he realizes that my facial expression is a bit distasteful.
    “Oh, wow! You smell terrible! When was the last time you showered?”
    “Mmm… I can’t remember.” He says with a sleepy voice.
    “What have you been doing these past few