Free Love Forever After (Candle Light Series) by Christina Ow Page B

bandaged as before. There was light gauze covering the stitches. I had really done a number on my arm, the doctors said it was a miracle I didn’t sustain any nerve damage. He wasn’t happy though when my family wouldn’t put me on suicide watch but after he met Sandra he believed I couldn’t be in safer hands.
    Sandra was responsible, protective, a shoulder to cry on and someone I would want in my corner at all times. I felt guilty putting them all through what I did. It was wrong and very selfish of me, all because I wanted to see Kristy and she didn’t even turn up.
    I swallowed the bile in my mouth and washed it down with beer. The thoughts of Kristy hurt, especially when I was in a room alone. Morris was right the memory of Kristy in our home was beginning to torture me. I could feel her memories around me, taunting me with what I could never again have. The art pieces on the walls she bought, the multi light colour dishes that she picked specifically to lighten the dark brown kitchen. The cream sofas and white cushions that were to match the gold painted walls of the living room. The sculptures all over the house that were supposed to represent peaceful aura of love and nature- I just called them voodoo stone dolls. The cool blue walls in the bathroom that were supposed to give the semblance of a water fall she had seen on the trip she took with Ron. Our bedroom- the one room she had insisted on decorating herself- it had both of us in there; sophistication for me and simple beauty for her. I don’t know how she got the two to blend but they did, just like we did.
    But I have accepted that she is dead and never coming back. I just had to deal with it and keep living my life. I turned my attention back to the game, determined to spend these few hours of freedom enjoying myself and not wallowing in my misery.
    It was after dark when Sandra and Morris came back. I had mixed feelings about her not coming at all. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to explain my every move to them anymore and gain my independence again, but I was also scared that I would be alone at night. I wasn’t too sure I would be able to survive it without trying to look for Kristy around the house again. The last time she left me alone I ended up slicing my arm open.
    Sandra walked to the kitchen and put the shopping bags on the counter. “Hi bro, miss me?”
    Morris walked past me and collapsed on the sofa, taking over my solo party. I went to the kitchen relieved to see her. I was definitely not ready to be left completely alone.
    I sat on a stool at the counter, “Oddly enough, yes I missed you.”
    She smiled her hands busy unpacking, “So much so you want to help me put all this away?”
    “No. Not that much.” I laughed and walked back to the living room and joined Morris. He had switched the channel from European football to a basketball game. Since I didn’t like basketball that much I went back to the kitchen, “Maybe I will help you.” I smiled at her when she gave me a raised eye brow.
    She looked at me worriedly a few times. I got the feeling she was taking a survey. “I didn’t do anything to myself.” I said opening the fridge and putting the meat away.
    “Huh? No I wasn’t... I trust you enough no to do something as stupid as that again,” she said. I looked at her; she still looked jittery like she was standing on pins.
    “Then what’s the problem?”
    “I’m just not sure you should trust me enough not to do something stupid.” Her face was creased with worry and she was biting her lip looking very guilty.
    “And what would that be?” I stood closer to her but she moved and stood at the centre of the living room and the kitchen, the guilty look stuck on her face.
    “It’s not a stupid thing per say... just something you might hate me for.”
    “I couldn’t hate you even if you set my ass on fire.”
    Morris turned the TV off and turned to us, a mischievous smile on his face, “I have a feeling this