This Is Living
by Melody Dawn
Feb 14th – Feb 21st
needs to trust Jayson to get them back to where they belong.
body. It’s a habit I formed when we started living together years ago. At that
time, I needed to feel protected even if it was only from my own thoughts and
fears…especially from those.
feeling has never gone away and neither has my need for it, although now I just
do it because I love it. He got rid of those fears long ago, so now I just bask
in the feel of him without my brain tripping me up.
reach over and turn on my bedside lamp to look around for evidence of his being
here. His nightstand as well as the chair he usually throws his clothes on
shows that he never made it home.
missed call or text. We have a rule that he always calls or texts if he has to
stay for another shift or he can’t get leave for some reason. It’s the second
night in a row that he hasn’t come home from the hospital.
Our alarm clock shows it’s almost 3:00 AM and my heart lurches in my chest when I
realize that my phone shows he didn’t call or text either. Panic rushes through
me and it’s almost crippling. Lying back down, I stare at the phone while
telling myself to get a grip. If something had happened, I would have been
contacted. Right? What if they didn’t know who to contact or what if he’s too
hurt to let someone know who to call?
Trying not to have a full-on freak-out, I hit my favorites list and tap the top number
until it starts to dial. After a few rings, it goes to voicemail and I can’t
get anything out. My vision blurs and I feel like I can’t breathe. I pull out long
forgotten therapy techniques to calm myself down. Having a panic attack is not
going to help anything and if I’m not careful, I will hyperventilate my way
into passing out. I’ve got two toddlers in the house depending on me, so I have
to keep it together.
After I get my breathing under control, I fire over a text to Jayson’s phone and hope
that he will answer right away or if he’s hurt, someone will hear the phone and
you in 15 minutes, I’m calling the hospital. And probably your dad and brother.
Call me. Love you.
inhale. The familiar scent of him causes tears to burn my eyes. Instead of the
calm I was hoping to feel, my emotions began to amp up even more. Logically, I
know I’m probably going way overboard, but my heart isn’t listening to my head
Chloe has the perfect life or so everyone thinks. She tried to leave her past behind, but it follows her like a dark shadow. Drowning in guilt, she’s dying to live, but sees no way out. So she tries to fool herself and everyone else into believing she is fine.
But Jayson sees through the act that Chloe puts up for everyone else and he’s
going to do everything in his power to help her to live again.
Can Chloe let go, or will that night forever ruin her future?
She started reading romance novels when she was a teenager and became addicted
to Happily Ever After’s. She got her own HEA when she met her soulmate 20 years
ago and they have been together ever since. They have two furbabies who think
they are Kings of the Castle and require a ton of attention. When she is not
reading or writing, she loves to refurbish old furniture into new pieces,
scrapbook, and most of all spend time with her main guy.