Free I Promise You by Susan Harris Page B

maybe he did?
    All I know is
that Autum was still missing.
     
    We then walked
back to the room we missed on our way in. I tried to push the door open but
something was blocking it.
    I pushed my
head in to look around the door and that’s when I found Autum lying face down,
blood seeping from her, a knife in her hand.
    I squeezed
myself through and called out her name again but still no reply.
    I told Julian
to go and call for an ambulance while I saw if she was still breathing.
    I knew that
once Julian had left and I was alone with her, how she had made me feel. I
raised her head onto my lap and it was then when I looked down at her that I
knew no matter how much I denied it to myself, I was falling in love with this
women. It was instant and unmistakeable, and the fact that she would never love
me back was something I didn’t need to think about, my heart sank for this
woman because she would never know how she made me feel inside.
    When Julian
came into the room his first reaction was of the carnage, something which, when
I look back, I did not realise at first.
    The bed,
sheets and everything which was not nailed down was smashed, broken, and
destroyed.
    Did she corner
them in here? Did they corner her in here I will never know?
    For now, I was
here for her and that was all I could have wished for, anytime that I spent
with Autum would be precious, she was only mine for a week, and the days were
disappearing too fast.
    I also knew I
was living in cuckoo land and if she did not like me before I had no chance
now, she saw me as her boss nothing more. I would in time, watch her date
someone else knowing that I let my guard down and told her how I felt about her
in Miami.
    Yes we’ve
moved on, but should my gut still churn every time she looks at me or when I
look at her? No it shouldn’t but it does.
     
    Then I think
back to the hospital, she looked like sleeping beauty.
    I held her
hand for a short while, conscious that I did not want Rebecca to see me doing
this when she arrived.
    I stroked her
forehead and pushed away strands of hair from her face. She felt so warm and
soft, and by the grace of god, the doctor said that she needed total rest and
someone to look after her.
    God had given
me this brief time of happiness. It may only be for one week, but this would be
the best week I thought I would never have, and now, I don’t want it to end.
     
    Two more days
and her house will be renovated; I just hope she remembers what I did for her
when she moves on with her life.
    Not as her
boss but someone who really cared about her but couldn’t tell her how much.
    When she fed
me today in the market place she was smiling at me, she made me feel like we
were together, just another couple out shopping, and I li ked it.
    I go through
times when I am fine, but sometimes, like how close we nearly came to kissing
today I felt jealous because she isn’t mine, well, it makes me think that maybe
we could have something more, if only she would let me in, I could never hurt
her just love her.
    I turn to look
at her sleeping as she takes a deep sigh.
    What could she
be thinking of right now? 

Chapter Nine
     
    Soft,
gentle, kind, loyal and loving! Is there really a perfect partner out there for
us all?
     
    I was
dreaming about the day I had with Frank and the days so far since I had been
here, and they had all been good.
    I had seen
a side of Frank that I did not see before, but then again why would I? I had
not been looking!
    I cast my
mind back to when we first had our close encounter in Miami and how he told me
how he had felt about me for all these years and I smiled to myself.
    Why did I
get turned on when he kissed me?
    I was
shocked at first but then I started to enjoy myself. Did I know then that
something in my own life was wrong?
    Maybe, but
why did I then keep thinking about him and me “doing things.”
    Was that
just my naughty mind playing games? Most likely.
    And why do
I also melt at times when he looks at me in