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be so much easier. But she wasn’t a quitter. She never had been. She was going to have to face up to reality, and it looked like Clay and Johnny weren’t going to let her hide the way she wanted to right now.
Tara had fought for everything in her life. Every step had been a struggle since before, and even more so after, she had left her childhood home of Slick Rock. She wasn’t one to give up without a fight. She was just like her mom. When they decided to do something, they did it, or at least worked toward it to make it happen. The loss of her mom had been so hard on her. Then the loss of her home had been the clincher. She had never thought she would be the type of person to give up. She was just too tired and overwhelmed at the moment to think clearly. Clay and Johnny weren’t going to let her hide, as much as she wanted to. They were forcing her to feel, and she was beginning to feel way too much.
“Tara, look at me,” Clay commanded.
Tara tried to ignore his command but soon found her eyes drawn to him.
“We are trying to help you, baby. You need to talk to us. Tell us why you are in so much pain. We can see it in your eyes,” Clay stated with compassion.
“If you want to help me, then let me go,” Tara wailed, holding on to her composure by a thread.
“No. We’re never letting you go again, baby. You belong to us,” Clay stated in a firm voice.
“I’m not a fucking possession. I don’t belong to anyone. I’m my own person. Can’t you see that? I don’t belong anywhere,” Tara screamed as the dam broke.
Once Tara started crying she couldn’t stop. She sobbed and cried until she could hardly breathe. She had spent the last six years alone, pushing the grief of losing her mom to the back of her mind. But the last eight years, her heart had been so shattered she didn’t think she would ever be able to put it back together. She felt as if she would never be whole again. Everyone she ever loved left her. First her father had left her and her mom, then she had walked into the barn to find the loves of her life with another woman, and then her mom had died. She had no one and nothing left.
* * * *
Tara wasn’t even aware she had spoken out loud, that she had told Clay and Johnny where all her pain was coming from. She was inconsolable and was unaware of the two men watching her and becoming very worried. She was oblivious of Clay turning to Johnny and mouthing the words, “Call Doc.” She was also unaware that Clay was worried Tara was going to make herself ill. Clay was relieved when Johnny advised Doc was on his way and listened as Johnny told him Doc Foster had been out on a house call at the neighboring ranch. Clay sighed when Doc arrived moments later. Clay saw Doc take in the scene with a worried frown, grasp his medical bag, and set up a needle. He injected the sedative into Tara’s arm and watched as her crying slowed until she was asleep on his lap.
“Put Tara to bed and then come into the kitchen,” Doc commanded, and Clay watched as Doc walked from the room..
Clay walked into the kitchen and stood behind an empty chair near where Johnny and Doc were already seated and watched as the elderly doctor rose again and helped himself to a cup of coffee.
“Sit down,” Doc stated quietly. “What in tarnation is going on? Why was that poor girl in such a state?”
Clay spent the next half an hour telling Doc Foster all about what Tara had sobbed out in her hysterical state, Johnny interrupting Clay every now and then with pieces of the story he’d forgotten to tell. Doc never said a word, just sat back and listened. When Clay had finished his telling, Clay tried not to cringe as Doc leaned forward and he knew he was about to read them the riot act.
“How the hell could you do that to that little girl when she is in such a fragile state? You two should be ashamed of yourselves. You need to give that girl time to get over her grief and shock. From the sounds of things, she
Tara had fought for everything in her life. Every step had been a struggle since before, and even more so after, she had left her childhood home of Slick Rock. She wasn’t one to give up without a fight. She was just like her mom. When they decided to do something, they did it, or at least worked toward it to make it happen. The loss of her mom had been so hard on her. Then the loss of her home had been the clincher. She had never thought she would be the type of person to give up. She was just too tired and overwhelmed at the moment to think clearly. Clay and Johnny weren’t going to let her hide, as much as she wanted to. They were forcing her to feel, and she was beginning to feel way too much.
“Tara, look at me,” Clay commanded.
Tara tried to ignore his command but soon found her eyes drawn to him.
“We are trying to help you, baby. You need to talk to us. Tell us why you are in so much pain. We can see it in your eyes,” Clay stated with compassion.
“If you want to help me, then let me go,” Tara wailed, holding on to her composure by a thread.
“No. We’re never letting you go again, baby. You belong to us,” Clay stated in a firm voice.
“I’m not a fucking possession. I don’t belong to anyone. I’m my own person. Can’t you see that? I don’t belong anywhere,” Tara screamed as the dam broke.
Once Tara started crying she couldn’t stop. She sobbed and cried until she could hardly breathe. She had spent the last six years alone, pushing the grief of losing her mom to the back of her mind. But the last eight years, her heart had been so shattered she didn’t think she would ever be able to put it back together. She felt as if she would never be whole again. Everyone she ever loved left her. First her father had left her and her mom, then she had walked into the barn to find the loves of her life with another woman, and then her mom had died. She had no one and nothing left.
* * * *
Tara wasn’t even aware she had spoken out loud, that she had told Clay and Johnny where all her pain was coming from. She was inconsolable and was unaware of the two men watching her and becoming very worried. She was oblivious of Clay turning to Johnny and mouthing the words, “Call Doc.” She was also unaware that Clay was worried Tara was going to make herself ill. Clay was relieved when Johnny advised Doc was on his way and listened as Johnny told him Doc Foster had been out on a house call at the neighboring ranch. Clay sighed when Doc arrived moments later. Clay saw Doc take in the scene with a worried frown, grasp his medical bag, and set up a needle. He injected the sedative into Tara’s arm and watched as her crying slowed until she was asleep on his lap.
“Put Tara to bed and then come into the kitchen,” Doc commanded, and Clay watched as Doc walked from the room..
Clay walked into the kitchen and stood behind an empty chair near where Johnny and Doc were already seated and watched as the elderly doctor rose again and helped himself to a cup of coffee.
“Sit down,” Doc stated quietly. “What in tarnation is going on? Why was that poor girl in such a state?”
Clay spent the next half an hour telling Doc Foster all about what Tara had sobbed out in her hysterical state, Johnny interrupting Clay every now and then with pieces of the story he’d forgotten to tell. Doc never said a word, just sat back and listened. When Clay had finished his telling, Clay tried not to cringe as Doc leaned forward and he knew he was about to read them the riot act.
“How the hell could you do that to that little girl when she is in such a fragile state? You two should be ashamed of yourselves. You need to give that girl time to get over her grief and shock. From the sounds of things, she
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