Free Glass Towers: Surrendered by Adler, Holt, Ginger Fraser

blood-curdling scream when I collided with the tree, just as the air was knocked out of me. Had I not screamed prior to my blacking out, I would have most certainly been left for dead. My attacker made good use of the few moments he had and inflicted all that damage on me. If he had been given any more time, I would not be here. Every time I go to sleep, I relive it in my nightmares.
    Apparently, I owe my rescue to a group of young women jogging on the path toward which I was heading. They heard my screams and instead of ignoring them, as many people would, they called 911 and came to my aid. My guardian angel was clearly on duty that day.
    I have been home from the hospital for a few days now. Harrison has been on a rampage for over three weeks now. I was right, he is mad that Albert stayed in the car and didn’t jog with me that day. He told me that I don’t make good decisions. Harrison fired Albert, but when I regained consciousness, I insisted that he hire him back. It was not Albert’s fault. How could any of us have known that I was going to be attacked in broad daylight in a public place? Harrison has every right to be upset, but Albert is not the one on whom he should take out that anger.
    Harrison spent every night in my hospital room, by my side. I am sure he was horribly sleep deprived, as there is no way he could have gotten any sleep on that hospital pull-out bed. He has been irrational also. My mom told me that one day, when she was visiting, Harrison almost beat up an orderly in the hospital who looked at me the wrong way. Simone visits me often and has been keeping me updated on the details of the outside world and the budding romance between her and Garrin. I called that one. I knew they were attracted to each other.
    Because those nightmares are present every time I go to sleep, I am horribly fatigued and not making the progress that I need to in physical therapy. The medication puts me in such a deep sleep that the nightmares are more real than reality itself. I dread going to sleep because I know the nightmares are waiting for me as soon as I shut my eyes. The dreams are always the same. The dark shrouded figure chasing me. It’s not always in the woods, though. Sometimes it is down long corridors like those that you see in enormous office buildings. The walls are stark white with matching gleaming floors. I am running, but when I look to see who is chasing me, the figure disappears. I know there is symbolism there and if I went to see a shrink, he would likely tell me the figure stands for someone or something in my life that is causing me anxiety and stress. I would say, yeah, no kidding! I have been in a constant stress mode ever since the stalking began.
    The doctors are weaning me off the medication , and I should be fully off the painkillers by the end of the week. I am relieved because I am not fond of feeling as if I am in a constant stupor. Maybe, I will get better sleep once I am off the meds also. I can only hope.
    The police have no solid leads on my attacker; however, someone did see a black SUV tearing out of the parking lot about the same time or shortly after my attack. They got a partial license number but not enough to narrow down a suspect. Detective Burke tells us that they are closing in, though. He can’t tell us too much anyway, and he is likely telling us that so we don’t go ballistic on him. Harrison told Detective Burke about Marion and showed him the text message from her the morning of the attack. He also told the detective about the high possibility that she is the one who is bank rolling the thug who broke into my condo the first time. The Detective seemed elated to receive that information, but was miffed at Harrison that he had not been straightforward about his suspicions sooner. He told Harrison that it may have sped things along, and that I may have never been attacked, had he said something sooner.
    The Detective ’s thoughtless comments really cut through