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idiot thinks I'm married and is yelling that he wants to take my supposed wife away, even though the girl’s most likely dead according to him. He's delusional!" I shouted.
Dr. Greyson seemed to catch on. He knew Emma had been through a great deal, and anyone from her past would be questionable and a suspect. "Why don't you tell me who you are?"
The guy looked at Dr. Greyson's calm face and my glaring one. "I'm Wayne Hewitt, Emmaline's stepfather," he practically snarled.
"Alright, now could you tell us why you’d think Devin was married to her?"
"There was a marriage license registered with her name and this address on it."
I knew she had insisted I not take her back to Florida for a reason. I had to get rid of him. "I'm sorry, Sir, but someone must’ve stolen the girl's identification. I'm not married," I said again, showing him my ring-free hand. "It looks like they must’ve taken my name and address off the restaurant website and stole my identity as well," I said rubbing my face, trying to hide my complete hatred for him. Everything in my gut was telling me he’d had something to do with my girl's pain. "Could you please give me the information so I can fix this?" I asked.
He frowned and looked like he would be sick. "She's not here?" he asked.
I shook my head no.
"Fucking hell," he said falling back into his seat.
My momma came stalking out. "Watch your language, Sir, this is a family establishment," she said, pointing a threatening mixing spoon at him. "Devin, honey, what's going on?" she asked me.
"This guy says someone stole my identification and got a marriage license." I turned back to him, "Look, buddy, I need that information," I said again. "I'm not married, and I certainly don't want some crazy chick coming after me for alimony, or if I do get married, I don't want my future wife mad because I'm supposedly already 'married' and end up in trouble with the law. Now where did you get the information?"
"It was a private investigator. He'd been coming up dry for months. I threatened him. His information may not even be true."
I let out a sigh. "Well, I sure hope not!"
"You sound rather stressed. I'm a psychiatrist. Would you care to come down to my office for a chat?" Dr. Greyson asked him. The guy looked at him as if he was nuts and took off without another word.
Once he was out of there, my momma hooked Dr. Greyson's arm, and we all headed up to my apartment, leaving Clayton and Eli to run the kitchen.
Emma was sweeping the floor when we all came in. She was startled by our sudden entrance. I watched her calm herself, as she held herself in place and forced a grimacing smile. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her, because I just needed to hold her for a moment. I hated that someone wanted to take her from me.
I kissed her forehead, and Dr. Greyson got straight to the point. He just said the name Wayne Hewitt, and my sweet wife ran to the bathroom, vomiting and crying hysterically. I knew then we had done the right thing by sending the bastard away.
Chapter 13 – Sedated
Dr. Greyson went to his car and grabbed a black bag. I didn't know psychiatrists had those. I only thought regular medical doctors had them, but it turned out I was wrong. He returned with one in tow and produced a large needle. He gave a shot to Emma in her thigh, and she went from crying to gasping to snoring in minutes.
I lifted my wife off the floor and put her on her bed. I hoped she would be alright.
"I'm sorry, Devin, but she was hysterical. She most likely wouldn't have stopped vomiting, even when her stomach was empty, if she didn't settle down."
I nodded in agreement. I was glad my girl was sleeping. I sat on the bed and rubbed my face. I didn't know how to help her, but I knew Wayne Hewitt was causing her a lot of pain. I wanted to track him down and beat the crap out of him.
Next thing I knew, I was out the door and on my way to the Keeper’s Inn. That was the closest inn that was still in business. I
Dr. Greyson seemed to catch on. He knew Emma had been through a great deal, and anyone from her past would be questionable and a suspect. "Why don't you tell me who you are?"
The guy looked at Dr. Greyson's calm face and my glaring one. "I'm Wayne Hewitt, Emmaline's stepfather," he practically snarled.
"Alright, now could you tell us why you’d think Devin was married to her?"
"There was a marriage license registered with her name and this address on it."
I knew she had insisted I not take her back to Florida for a reason. I had to get rid of him. "I'm sorry, Sir, but someone must’ve stolen the girl's identification. I'm not married," I said again, showing him my ring-free hand. "It looks like they must’ve taken my name and address off the restaurant website and stole my identity as well," I said rubbing my face, trying to hide my complete hatred for him. Everything in my gut was telling me he’d had something to do with my girl's pain. "Could you please give me the information so I can fix this?" I asked.
He frowned and looked like he would be sick. "She's not here?" he asked.
I shook my head no.
"Fucking hell," he said falling back into his seat.
My momma came stalking out. "Watch your language, Sir, this is a family establishment," she said, pointing a threatening mixing spoon at him. "Devin, honey, what's going on?" she asked me.
"This guy says someone stole my identification and got a marriage license." I turned back to him, "Look, buddy, I need that information," I said again. "I'm not married, and I certainly don't want some crazy chick coming after me for alimony, or if I do get married, I don't want my future wife mad because I'm supposedly already 'married' and end up in trouble with the law. Now where did you get the information?"
"It was a private investigator. He'd been coming up dry for months. I threatened him. His information may not even be true."
I let out a sigh. "Well, I sure hope not!"
"You sound rather stressed. I'm a psychiatrist. Would you care to come down to my office for a chat?" Dr. Greyson asked him. The guy looked at him as if he was nuts and took off without another word.
Once he was out of there, my momma hooked Dr. Greyson's arm, and we all headed up to my apartment, leaving Clayton and Eli to run the kitchen.
Emma was sweeping the floor when we all came in. She was startled by our sudden entrance. I watched her calm herself, as she held herself in place and forced a grimacing smile. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her, because I just needed to hold her for a moment. I hated that someone wanted to take her from me.
I kissed her forehead, and Dr. Greyson got straight to the point. He just said the name Wayne Hewitt, and my sweet wife ran to the bathroom, vomiting and crying hysterically. I knew then we had done the right thing by sending the bastard away.
Chapter 13 – Sedated
Dr. Greyson went to his car and grabbed a black bag. I didn't know psychiatrists had those. I only thought regular medical doctors had them, but it turned out I was wrong. He returned with one in tow and produced a large needle. He gave a shot to Emma in her thigh, and she went from crying to gasping to snoring in minutes.
I lifted my wife off the floor and put her on her bed. I hoped she would be alright.
"I'm sorry, Devin, but she was hysterical. She most likely wouldn't have stopped vomiting, even when her stomach was empty, if she didn't settle down."
I nodded in agreement. I was glad my girl was sleeping. I sat on the bed and rubbed my face. I didn't know how to help her, but I knew Wayne Hewitt was causing her a lot of pain. I wanted to track him down and beat the crap out of him.
Next thing I knew, I was out the door and on my way to the Keeper’s Inn. That was the closest inn that was still in business. I
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