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“I’m sorry, I just felt cornered and childlike and it held up a red flag for me…”
I may have been sitting beside him, but I could see his eyes were flared and frantic as their gaze shifted desperately from his lap to the steering wheel, his hand lightly fisted into his just-fucked hair. When he looked at me, his hand dropped while his mouth formed a firm line, and the monotone in which his words were formed retained that moment of downfall. “I don’t want you to feel that way, so thank you for telling me. You’d better go. Call me when you’re finished and I’ll come and pick you up, alrighty?”
“Walker, I’m sorr––”
“There’s nothing to feel sorry for, darlin’. Something like that needs to be said, especially if it’s making you feel that way and holding up warning flags, right? Better said now than later. Now off ya go,” he leaned across and gave me a quick, chaste kiss before righting his posture. “You’re going to be late.”
The smell of disinfectant should bring a small amount of comfort when you realize that, to some extent, the hospital corridors are one of the most hygienic places a person could be. The sound of squelching shoe soles ricocheted down the quiet hallway which was encased both sides with streak-free windows.
“These appointments never run on time anyway, so I’m going to get us a coffee. We’ll need one to stay awake while we wait. I’ll meet you up there?”
“Sure,” I nodded with a tightlipped grin. “See you in a few.”
Dipping into my overly large white leather purse, I pulled out my cellphone and turned it off. I may have been severely pissed about Walker and Laurie going behind my back and basically embezzling money from the business into one of Walker’s accounts, but I couldn’t have been more grateful that they had. Leaving everything behind last Thursday night when I fled the house left me with absolutely nothing. It’s a horrible feeling literally not owning one solitary possession, nothing to call your own apart from the clothing on your back and the shoes on your feet.
So Saturday, several hundred dollars were withdrawn from the account to at least purchase new clothing and a new cellphone. Things which I urgently needed.
Nervously approaching the reception desk, the handset was dropped into my purse. A woman donning thick, red-framed glasses, which hung from a golden chain around her neck, peeked up at me before fixing the frames upon her face, then smiled warmly.
“Afternoon. My name is Kady Jenson and I have an appointment at 1:20 with Dr. Leviton.”
Flipping a sheet of paper over a clipboard, she took a highlighter and scrolled out my name. “If you could take a seat in the waiting area, you’ll be called shortly.”
Muttering my gratitude, I turned on my heel and made my way through the double doorframe, my heels lightly tapping over the buffed flooring as I entered the near empty room. From the low coffee table in the center of the room, I grabbed the first magazine I found before taking a seat. Studying the cover page, with the attention-grabbing liner, ‘ My sister is really my mother…’ I unhooked my purse from my shoulder, settling down to read.
“So you remembered your appointment, then.” A voice sounded from behind a newspaper. On hyper alert, I tore my focus from the glossy pages just in time to see the tabloid being slowly lowered to unmask the source. “What’s wrong, Kady baby? Cat got your tongue?”
I wanted so greatly to up and run away before he spat his venom. But my legs wouldn’t work. I prayed that my unhinged breathing would normalize before he used the physical evidence of my fear against me. Yet my entire body’s traitorous reaction spoke volumes. My heart was pounding, my ears buzzing, my throat constricting. It was finally when the magazine fell from between my tingling fingers, and slipped down my white denim pants to land with a slap on the glossy, blue flooring, that I saw that menacing
I may have been sitting beside him, but I could see his eyes were flared and frantic as their gaze shifted desperately from his lap to the steering wheel, his hand lightly fisted into his just-fucked hair. When he looked at me, his hand dropped while his mouth formed a firm line, and the monotone in which his words were formed retained that moment of downfall. “I don’t want you to feel that way, so thank you for telling me. You’d better go. Call me when you’re finished and I’ll come and pick you up, alrighty?”
“Walker, I’m sorr––”
“There’s nothing to feel sorry for, darlin’. Something like that needs to be said, especially if it’s making you feel that way and holding up warning flags, right? Better said now than later. Now off ya go,” he leaned across and gave me a quick, chaste kiss before righting his posture. “You’re going to be late.”
The smell of disinfectant should bring a small amount of comfort when you realize that, to some extent, the hospital corridors are one of the most hygienic places a person could be. The sound of squelching shoe soles ricocheted down the quiet hallway which was encased both sides with streak-free windows.
“These appointments never run on time anyway, so I’m going to get us a coffee. We’ll need one to stay awake while we wait. I’ll meet you up there?”
“Sure,” I nodded with a tightlipped grin. “See you in a few.”
Dipping into my overly large white leather purse, I pulled out my cellphone and turned it off. I may have been severely pissed about Walker and Laurie going behind my back and basically embezzling money from the business into one of Walker’s accounts, but I couldn’t have been more grateful that they had. Leaving everything behind last Thursday night when I fled the house left me with absolutely nothing. It’s a horrible feeling literally not owning one solitary possession, nothing to call your own apart from the clothing on your back and the shoes on your feet.
So Saturday, several hundred dollars were withdrawn from the account to at least purchase new clothing and a new cellphone. Things which I urgently needed.
Nervously approaching the reception desk, the handset was dropped into my purse. A woman donning thick, red-framed glasses, which hung from a golden chain around her neck, peeked up at me before fixing the frames upon her face, then smiled warmly.
“Afternoon. My name is Kady Jenson and I have an appointment at 1:20 with Dr. Leviton.”
Flipping a sheet of paper over a clipboard, she took a highlighter and scrolled out my name. “If you could take a seat in the waiting area, you’ll be called shortly.”
Muttering my gratitude, I turned on my heel and made my way through the double doorframe, my heels lightly tapping over the buffed flooring as I entered the near empty room. From the low coffee table in the center of the room, I grabbed the first magazine I found before taking a seat. Studying the cover page, with the attention-grabbing liner, ‘ My sister is really my mother…’ I unhooked my purse from my shoulder, settling down to read.
“So you remembered your appointment, then.” A voice sounded from behind a newspaper. On hyper alert, I tore my focus from the glossy pages just in time to see the tabloid being slowly lowered to unmask the source. “What’s wrong, Kady baby? Cat got your tongue?”
I wanted so greatly to up and run away before he spat his venom. But my legs wouldn’t work. I prayed that my unhinged breathing would normalize before he used the physical evidence of my fear against me. Yet my entire body’s traitorous reaction spoke volumes. My heart was pounding, my ears buzzing, my throat constricting. It was finally when the magazine fell from between my tingling fingers, and slipped down my white denim pants to land with a slap on the glossy, blue flooring, that I saw that menacing
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