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I guess just a filler. Last chapter is the next chapter.
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I awoke to the sound of steady rain, as it hit hard against my window. Rolling over, I glanced at the time and noticed it was only 4:00a.m., I still had six hours until I was free. Groaning loudly as the rain continued to steadily hit my window, I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep.
Looking over to the nightstand once again, I saw a picture of Pete. The moonlight shone brightly onto the photo, illuminating his every feature. The butterflies began to flutter around in my stomach and a bright smile slipped onto my face. It felt so surreal to think that in a few hours I would be back in his arms, back where I belonged.
I closed my eyes again, the bright smile remaining on my face. I imagined how today was going to be; I imagined Pete coming to get me, arms wide, the way his sweet aroma would fill my head, the way his lips would feel. I fell back into a peaceful sleep, with thoughts of Pete swimming through my mind.
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The time on the wall read 9:34a.m., and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t seem to make time go by any faster. I had nothing to do now except just wait. All my clothes and other belongings had been packed hours ago. Goodbyes and hugs had been exchanged with the people who saved my life. All except Marty.
I walked down the long hallway, Marty’s office door coming into view as I rounded the corner. I knew he’d be sitting at his desk filling in paper work, like he did most Friday mornings. As I reached his door, I gave three sturdy knocks and waited patiently for Marty to welcome me in.
“Come in,” Marty’s muffled voice came through the door.
As I walked in, I spotted Marty at his desk with a smile gracing his face.
“Hi,” I spoke quietly.
“Well, I can tell how enthused you are to be going home,” Marty sarcastically said.
“To be honest, I’m a little scared,” I sighed, rubbing the back on my neck to relieve tension.
“Care to elaborate?”
Sighing once more, I moved further into the room and towards Marty’s desk. I contemplated sitting in the seat across from him but decided against it when I saw the time. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter once again as the minute hand moved closer and closer to the twelve; closer and closer to Pete.
“I guess I’m just scared of relapsing. I mean, there’s no one out there to watch my every move, and maybe I need that. Maybe I need a babysitter.”
Marty’s expression hadn’t changed throughout my doubt-filled revelation. He believed I had fully overcome this, but the truth was, I knew as soon as I was out there the cravings would come back. I knew that no matter how much I loved the drug-free me, the feelings I’d once felt were strong enough to drag me back under.
“You don’t believe in yourself,” came Marty’s simple explanation.
“Maybe not.”
“But you believe in your love for Pete, yes?”
I cocked my head to the side, trying to understand where Marty was going with this. Adjusting my head back to normal, I slowly nodded, still unsure of what he was trying to say.
“Well, I believe love can help you overcome anything. I believe that love has helped you overcome this and I believe that it will continue to help you,” Marty stated wisely.
My eyes began to water at Marty’s statement. I guess I didn’t realise until that moment how right he was. I also realised that it wasn’t just my love for Pete that had help get me through this, it was my love for everyone in my life; including Marty.
Marty stood from his chair, rounded his table and engulfed me in a hug. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist, still amazed at how right he was about mostly everything.
I pulled out of his grasp and looked into his eyes, “thank you for everything.” I knew the words would never be enough, but it was all I could offer him; and I knew that even without those words Marty still knew how much I appreciated everything he’d ever done for me.
“You’re stronger than this Bailee.”
I smiled up at my watcher before walking out of the room.
A loud voice boomed my name throughout the clinic, and my breath caught in my throat as I scanned every wall for a clock. 10:03a.m. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and I found myself sprinting towards the front entrance of the clinic.
His eyes were the first things I saw as I closed in on the foyer. His large brown eyes seemed to smile at the sight of me and I felt myself falling in love with him all over again just with one glimpse into his eyes.
I ran straight into his expecting arms, savouring the moment and burning the feel of being wrapped up in him in my memory. I breathed in his familiar scent, hungrily taking it in. Before he had a chance to say anything to me, I pressed our lips firmly together. Our sweet kiss seemed to last hours and I never wanted it to end.
Reluctantly pulling away from each other, we both smiled wide. His arms were holding me tightly, while my hands were touching every part of him that was still considered appropriate in public. I felt the need to touch and feel him, to make sure he was real.
“I can’t believe I’m finally holding you again,” Pete whispered.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” I said, astonishment lacing my words.
Pete gave a loud laugh and tightened his grip on me. I stood staring at Pete’s intoxicating smile, seemingly falling in love with him for the second time that day.
As Pete went to say something I quickly pressed sweet kisses to his mouth. All I wanted to do at that moment was touch and feel every part of Pete. Pete returned my feverent kisses, his hands running up and down my back and finally resting on my hips. I was well aware of the other people witnessing our little heated session, but right at this moment all that mattered was the feel of Pete’s lips and hands on my body.
“You are absolutely perfect,” Pete mumbled into my lips as his hands continued roaming my body.
“You’re pretty perfect yourself.”
Pete pulled away from me, much to my disappointment, “let’s get you home.”
I nodded enthusiastically as Pete grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I spotted Pete’s car instantly; haphazardly parked. Laughing slightly at his obvious bad parking, I gripped tighter onto his hand and pulled him towards his car.
As we drove out of the clinic’s parking lot, a sense of freedom washed over me. I wanted to sing and dance and let the world know I was coming for it. I was free and healthy and more in love then I had ever known.
The drive this time wasn’t a blur, and each tree and rock seemed to stand out. The smile continued to grow with each mile we drove, and my heart seemed to skip a beat with each glance I stole from Pete.
You guys are going to hate me. :)
Please review.
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I awoke to the sound of steady rain, as it hit hard against my window. Rolling over, I glanced at the time and noticed it was only 4:00a.m., I still had six hours until I was free. Groaning loudly as the rain continued to steadily hit my window, I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep.
Looking over to the nightstand once again, I saw a picture of Pete. The moonlight shone brightly onto the photo, illuminating his every feature. The butterflies began to flutter around in my stomach and a bright smile slipped onto my face. It felt so surreal to think that in a few hours I would be back in his arms, back where I belonged.
I closed my eyes again, the bright smile remaining on my face. I imagined how today was going to be; I imagined Pete coming to get me, arms wide, the way his sweet aroma would fill my head, the way his lips would feel. I fell back into a peaceful sleep, with thoughts of Pete swimming through my mind.
**
The time on the wall read 9:34a.m., and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t seem to make time go by any faster. I had nothing to do now except just wait. All my clothes and other belongings had been packed hours ago. Goodbyes and hugs had been exchanged with the people who saved my life. All except Marty.
I walked down the long hallway, Marty’s office door coming into view as I rounded the corner. I knew he’d be sitting at his desk filling in paper work, like he did most Friday mornings. As I reached his door, I gave three sturdy knocks and waited patiently for Marty to welcome me in.
“Come in,” Marty’s muffled voice came through the door.
As I walked in, I spotted Marty at his desk with a smile gracing his face.
“Hi,” I spoke quietly.
“Well, I can tell how enthused you are to be going home,” Marty sarcastically said.
“To be honest, I’m a little scared,” I sighed, rubbing the back on my neck to relieve tension.
“Care to elaborate?”
Sighing once more, I moved further into the room and towards Marty’s desk. I contemplated sitting in the seat across from him but decided against it when I saw the time. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter once again as the minute hand moved closer and closer to the twelve; closer and closer to Pete.
“I guess I’m just scared of relapsing. I mean, there’s no one out there to watch my every move, and maybe I need that. Maybe I need a babysitter.”
Marty’s expression hadn’t changed throughout my doubt-filled revelation. He believed I had fully overcome this, but the truth was, I knew as soon as I was out there the cravings would come back. I knew that no matter how much I loved the drug-free me, the feelings I’d once felt were strong enough to drag me back under.
“You don’t believe in yourself,” came Marty’s simple explanation.
“Maybe not.”
“But you believe in your love for Pete, yes?”
I cocked my head to the side, trying to understand where Marty was going with this. Adjusting my head back to normal, I slowly nodded, still unsure of what he was trying to say.
“Well, I believe love can help you overcome anything. I believe that love has helped you overcome this and I believe that it will continue to help you,” Marty stated wisely.
My eyes began to water at Marty’s statement. I guess I didn’t realise until that moment how right he was. I also realised that it wasn’t just my love for Pete that had help get me through this, it was my love for everyone in my life; including Marty.
Marty stood from his chair, rounded his table and engulfed me in a hug. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist, still amazed at how right he was about mostly everything.
I pulled out of his grasp and looked into his eyes, “thank you for everything.” I knew the words would never be enough, but it was all I could offer him; and I knew that even without those words Marty still knew how much I appreciated everything he’d ever done for me.
“You’re stronger than this Bailee.”
I smiled up at my watcher before walking out of the room.
A loud voice boomed my name throughout the clinic, and my breath caught in my throat as I scanned every wall for a clock. 10:03a.m. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and I found myself sprinting towards the front entrance of the clinic.
His eyes were the first things I saw as I closed in on the foyer. His large brown eyes seemed to smile at the sight of me and I felt myself falling in love with him all over again just with one glimpse into his eyes.
I ran straight into his expecting arms, savouring the moment and burning the feel of being wrapped up in him in my memory. I breathed in his familiar scent, hungrily taking it in. Before he had a chance to say anything to me, I pressed our lips firmly together. Our sweet kiss seemed to last hours and I never wanted it to end.
Reluctantly pulling away from each other, we both smiled wide. His arms were holding me tightly, while my hands were touching every part of him that was still considered appropriate in public. I felt the need to touch and feel him, to make sure he was real.
“I can’t believe I’m finally holding you again,” Pete whispered.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” I said, astonishment lacing my words.
Pete gave a loud laugh and tightened his grip on me. I stood staring at Pete’s intoxicating smile, seemingly falling in love with him for the second time that day.
As Pete went to say something I quickly pressed sweet kisses to his mouth. All I wanted to do at that moment was touch and feel every part of Pete. Pete returned my feverent kisses, his hands running up and down my back and finally resting on my hips. I was well aware of the other people witnessing our little heated session, but right at this moment all that mattered was the feel of Pete’s lips and hands on my body.
“You are absolutely perfect,” Pete mumbled into my lips as his hands continued roaming my body.
“You’re pretty perfect yourself.”
Pete pulled away from me, much to my disappointment, “let’s get you home.”
I nodded enthusiastically as Pete grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I spotted Pete’s car instantly; haphazardly parked. Laughing slightly at his obvious bad parking, I gripped tighter onto his hand and pulled him towards his car.
As we drove out of the clinic’s parking lot, a sense of freedom washed over me. I wanted to sing and dance and let the world know I was coming for it. I was free and healthy and more in love then I had ever known.
The drive this time wasn’t a blur, and each tree and rock seemed to stand out. The smile continued to grow with each mile we drove, and my heart seemed to skip a beat with each glance I stole from Pete.
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