|Posted by Mandy Baggot on May 13, 2014 at 2:00 AM|
Welcome to the next part of the on-going Harper Impulse authors Written Fireside story - Changes. Here are all the parts so far for you to catch up on the story.
Part One - Lori Connelly
Part Two - Teresa Morgan
Part Three - Lynn Marie Hulsman
Part Four - Sue Fortin
Part Five - Zara Stoneley
Part Six - Jane Lark
And here is Part Seven - enjoy!
Marie said nothing more. Could say nothing more. Her whole body was numb and cold, so cold. It was like a winter wind had wound itself around her and was crushing in with an icy force.
All the lies. All the dentist appointments and half-truths she’d had to spin at work. Her mother hadn’t had an accident a month ago. That was just the latest in a long line of relapses since that fateful day. But how could she admit to her employer her mother’s needs were on-going? That was a first class ticket to being overlooked for promotion or worse still, forced out. She’d had no choice.
Her mother. Her one constant. The woman who always picked her up when she was down. Ben and Jerry’s eaten with ladles, nights in front of Hallmark movies, the tissues and tears over Zach leaving.
And here she was. Her mom in a critical condition and her sitting beside the very person who had caused all of this. She toyed with the zipper on her purse. She just had to focus, focus and breathe deeply. Think only of her mother, sending her positive thoughts, believing she could get through this again. She closed her eyes.
‘What happened?’ Zach’s voice cut through the silence. ‘With the accident. You said she was in an accident.’
She closed her eyes up tighter. She couldn’t deal with this now. She had to concentrate on the moment. On getting to the hospital and being there for her mom. That was all that mattered.
‘Was she in a car? Was it a fall?’
Did her lack of response not give him a clue as to how she was feeling? Didn’t he realize she had no longing to talk? He might be taking her to the emergency room but that didn’t give him the right to act like a cab driver and ask her life history. He’d given up his right to know anything about her the day he’d left.
‘Marie,’ he began. ‘Don’t shut me out.’
She opened her eyes and took a glance left to see him sweep a frustrated hand through his hair. A wave of recognition swept over her. She’d spent hours remembering his face, every curve, every line and detail of his skin for weeks after he’d gone. Now he was here, next to her and it didn’t feel anything like the same. She thought they’d had the type of love you only found once in a lifetime. He’d treated it like it was disposable, a throwaway, something easily discarded and forgotten about.
She opened her mouth to speak. ‘I got so drunk over you I got arrested. On the way to get me out of the precinct my mom hit a truck.’
She looked directly at him then, letting the information sink in. ‘I blame me for being so stupid and I blame you. I’ve always blamed you.’
Coming next week - Part Eight from Linn B Halton