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The Demands Ch. 04

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Then on April 1, 2010 it all came crashing down. A police officer stood at my front door and, with his hat in his hand, informed me of the accident. He said, “Please come now, they don’t expect Richard to live. Strangely, I didn’t even cry right then or even panic; I just covered my face with my hands and leaned against the wall for several minutes in shock.

The next three weeks were a blur to me. At least five hours a day and several overnights I stayed in intensive care with him. They kept him in an induced coma for obvious pain reasons. After seven days it was clear that he would live, but the doctors told me he would be quadriplegic when he woke up. I felt devastated all over again. Thank God for Jack! The company gave him a leave of absence for a month; I needed him because there was no way I would have been able to make the preparations for Richard’s new condition in life, file insurance claims, get to court for the drunk driver’s arraignment and dozens of other things without his help. It was all I could do just to hold it together for Richard’s sake! Oh, and the crying began on the second night, and I couldn’t stop it for two weeks.

Fortunately, Richard had set us up nicely for our later years. We had plenty of money in the bank, and the settlement from the insurance companies was fair and proper. I didn’t really have to work unless I wanted to. But during the third month, I decided to hire help and I kept working in order to keep myself occupied. Richard was barely able to speak at this point and watching the emotional toll on him was so hard. For me, it helped to have a support structure at my office. My two friends there, Karen and Audra, were invaluable; and even though Rachel Stevens, Richard’s secretary, was reassigned to my husband’s replacement, she called or visited me every day during that first month, and we went out to dinner together once a week for the next four months. Rachel was ten years my junior but we had gotten fairly close due to her job with Richard and our business associations.

Those dinners turned out to be the next incredible part of this story; little did I know what a twist my life was going to take because of them. Thursday nights had become regular for Rachel and me. She had been married to a man named Eric for four years but was now divorced and with the help I hired, I was pretty much free to come and go as I wished. She had been single again for about ten years, but I had never considered why. I’m not the nosy type, but on this particular Thursday night it began with an innocent enough question.

We had just ordered our food when she asked, “So, Renna, what are you going to do now?” Her face had a very different look when she asked it. It was whimsical and wry and I didn’t know where she was coming from.

Not being sure about her intent, I simply said, “Oh, things are settling down finally. Richard’s nurses are great, and my full-time nurse Sophie is amazing! Thank God they held my job for me or I’d be going stir crazy.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she rejoined, “I mean, what are you going to do now that the man who fucked your brains out for thirty-two years can’t do it anymore?” I think she was ready for the look that swept over my face because when she saw it, she exploded in laughter!

When I found my voice, I replied to her grin, “Now what are you talking about?”

“Hun, I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you that; I figured four months would be good enough; is it?”

Until that minute, I really had not considered this problem. Grief is a funny thing and one of the symptoms of my particular grief was that my sex life had stopped as stone-cold dead as could be.

I figured another question couldn’t hurt. “Now how would YOU know any of the particulars of my sex life?”

There was that wry smile again! “Honey, I know ALL the particulars of your sex life!”

I’m sure my mouth was hanging open in shock, “Wha.a.a.t?” It was all I could manage to stammer.

“I said I know all about your sex life.”

“How?”

“Because Richard told me everything!”

“What do you mean he told you everything? Why would he do that?” A thousand questions came flooding into my mind all at once. I wasn’t mad at Rachel right then, but the questions needed answers.

“It’s a long story, Renna.”

“It seems you’ve made this the topic of our conversation tonight, Rach.”

“I’ll tell you, if you promise to answer all my questions too, okay?”

Without thinking I said, “Alright, I promise.” Wow, turns out keeping that promise was going to change my life dramatically.

“Good,” said Rachel, “let’s go back to your place, make some coffee and sit out on the patio for a talk.”

“I’ll agree to that plan, if you pick up the check for dinner!”

Rachel burst out laughing and picked it up. “You’re pretty sneaky, Renn, taking advantage of me like that!”

We left the restaurant and as we were climbing into my car I asked her, “This talk we’re going to have, Rachel, it’s not going to make me angry, is it?

She settled Maltepe Escort into the passenger seat and fastened her safety-belt. “That depends, Sweetie; would you like to answer my original question right now?”

“Which was what?” As I said, there were too many questions swirling around in my head.

“What are you going to do now, I mean with your sex life?”

“I guess I’m just going to survive without one for a while.”

“Well, Renna, I understand that you’re hurt badly, Richard was a wonderful guy, right? Those asshole drunks who destroy people’s lives; they ought to execute all of them…or at least castrate them!” We both laughed at that.

“Oh, Rachel, I already decided I can’t live on hating that man who did this to Richard; what would that accomplish?”

“Yes, of course you’re right,” she agreed, “but doesn’t a nymphomaniac like you need to get back onto ‘the horse’ so to speak?”

“Ohhh MY GODD!!” I shouted at her, “What did that husband of mine tell you?”

Rachel was laughing so hard she couldn’t speak for a minute, and when she did, she said, “Ohh God, my tummy hurts, Ooohh!”

Pulling into my driveway, I slammed the car into park and smacked her on the upper arm, “Come on! You tell me right now!”

“Umm, can’t we make the coffee first?” she giggled.

“No, tell me now!”

“I’ll have to start at the beginning, you won’t mind if I just be honest, okay?” and she began the story.

For the next hour I listened in fascination as she recounted the years of her marriage. Her husband was a work-a-holic and neglected her, and I laughed so hard when she admitted that she was a nymphomaniac too! “I needed to be fucked…often!” she said; we both erupted into gales of laughter. When I confessed that I knew that feeling well, we just about peed our pants!

As she told her story, something happened inside me. I literally felt my hormones kicking in again and I sat behind the wheel of my car twisting with an unbelievable desire for sex. Rachel was talking and my pussy was gushing; that’s how aroused I got! But worse, as I sat there enjoying this feeling, it hit me that masturbation would work tonight, but it would not be enough to satisfy me in the future. I started to cry.

Rachel interrupted herself when she saw my tears, “Are you okay, Renn? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I’m feeling sad because Richard and I used to have so much fun in bed.”

“I know,” she smiled gently. “But there’s a point to my story which I’ll get to, Sweetie.”

I smiled weakly, “You better get to it fast, Rach; I’m not feeling very good about this right now.”

So she jumped ahead a bit to what brought about her divorce. “About a year before I left my husband, I took up playing on-line games to keep myself occupied at night. The website Pogo seemed innocent enough at first. But as I played I started meeting people with similar interests, if you know what I mean. I had heard about cyber sex, phone sex, and webcam sex before, never considering them as options.”

“You got into that stuff with those game players?” I asked incredulously.

“Yep,” she replied with a giggle, “it certainly added another dimension to my need to get off!” We laughed again. “But…even that can get old after a while. Then one day I was playing Scrabble and a guy named Jack came in, sat down at my table, and asked if he could play with me.”

“Jack, you say?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Jack who?”

“Jack Ripley.”

“My friend Jack Ripley?”

Rachel was doing that grin again, “Yes, THAT Jack Ripley!”

“Oh, my Godddd,” I exclaimed. “Was this before or after Richard and I met him?”

“Before,” she rejoined, “I’m the one who introduced him to Richard.”

When Rachel said that, I couldn’t help but flash back over the last seven years. Jack had been coming down four or five weekends a year since then. Richard, Jack, and I had gotten very close in several ways; yet as we talked, it occurred to me that even though I could (and probably would) have sex with him some more, he had too many business and family constraints tying him down in Orlando. “So, Rachel, you know all about our threesomes then, right?”

“Of course,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “Renn, those stories turned me on the most! Richard would go into a lot of details, and oh my God, a few times I would have to go to the bathroom and get myself off!” Rachel was grinning when she added, “And nine months ago, when they started double-dicking your ass and pussy…Fuck! I was so jealous; it was then Richard and I finally thought about me coming over to join you. He wasn’t sure how you would react to another woman though.”

This was more stunning news. I sat for a moment contemplating my reaction. Rachel and I had gotten so close these last months; I couldn’t possibly get mad that she was at the bottom of some of the best sex of my life. “So why didn’t you come?”

“Oh, this guy Alex that I’m seeing; I’m not sure about him yet. Our sex is really good, but I don’t get the impression he’d like to share me Kurtköy Escort with another guy…or even another woman.”

“WHA..A…AT?” All these revelations were starting to be too much for me…when my mouth flew open in surprise, Rachel squealed with laughter once more.

“Oh my God, I would have thought Richard would have been at least as open with you as he was with me. This surprises you?”

“It fucking does; if Richard wasn’t hurt like this, I’d kill him for keeping secrets!” I felt a pang for making fun of my man’s condition.

Rachel didn’t seem fazed, “Well, I went through this ‘no share’ thing with my husband. I’m beginning to realize I don’t want to do it again. I’m going to have to tell Alex about me; we’ll see how that goes. The first time telling my ex Eric didn’t go very well; he was willing to forgive me for the phone sex and the other thing.”

“Other thing?”

“Yes, I drove up to Ft. Pierce to meet one of the Pogo guys several times. He only found out about one of them. We separated, do you remember that?”

“Oh yes, I do remember it.”

“Yeah, he would have forgiven me, but during the six month separation something else happened, and he found out.”

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing much,” she was grinning so I knew that the “nothing much” was a “fucking lot” of much! “I just happened to sleep with my best friend April and her husband Patrick!”

Oh yes, I was shocked again! This girl was more than electric and my libido was taking hit after crazy hit tonight. “Rachel!”

“What?”

“How did THAT all happen?”

She was giggling again. “Renny, it’s really quite a long story and I have to go to work tomorrow. I promise I’ll tell you next time, okay?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna hold you to it; this is really getting good!” My hormones were really raging now; it was so bad I was almost cumming from her incredible story and clenching my thighs against my pussy.

“I promise, and I need to go; but Renny, you still didn’t tell me what your plans are; c’mon, what are you going to do?”

I sat for a minute and thought; it didn’t seem right to make plans for other men other than Jack. “I honestly don’t know, Rach; really I don’t. I’m going to have to try and discuss this with Richard when he’s strong enough. Communication is very hard right now. He gets tired just trying to talk.”

“I understand, you probably don’t want me to introduce you to any Pogo men just yet!”

We both laughed at this, “Umm, not yet. I think I’ll pass on that until I talk to my Dick, you silly thing!”

Rachel giggled some more, “Do you have enough toys to get by with?”

I playfully flicked her shoulder with my middle finger, “You ARE pretty nosy, aren’t you? I think I have a few lying around somewhere.”

“You going to use one tonight?”

“RACHEL!” This time I slapped her arm…grinning!

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled again. “But you know what, Renn? A bunch of us girls are going to have a “Wicked Toys” party this weekend; maybe you’d like to come to it with me just for the fun of it. April will be there and we might be able to tell you the whole story together, too! It might be just the time to find something new for your personal fun.”

Rachel and I walked to her car, and I opened the door for her. “You know, it’s always good for me to get out a bit; what’s the day and time?”

“Saturday at 7:00. I could pick you up?”

Mentally I made note of the fact that Jack would not be back for three more weeks. And on top of that, I was sure he would not be expecting sex when he got here, even though my pussy and I were damn sure going to give him some when he arrived! “Okay, Sweetie, that’ll work, give me a call on Wednesday to confirm.”

“I’ll do that, sleep well, Renn; I’m going to want some details of what you do tonight when you go in the house!”

“Amazing, Rach, all these years and I had no idea just what a pervy nut you are!”

She giggled, “You haven’t heard the half of it yet, girlfriend! See you Saturday!”

“Oh, my God,” I thought while opening the front door, it was just surprising how much Richard had kept from me. I wasn’t angry, God no; the sexual fun we had more than compensated.

I looked in on Sophie and Richard. He appeared to be asleep and she was reading a magazine next to his bed. “All okay?”

She nodded, “Everything’s fine. He seemed to be a lot more alert today than usual; that’s a good sign.”

“Wonderful, I’ll get the details tomorrow; I need to get to bed.”

“Good night, Ms. Fallon.”

Sophie couldn’t have known what a state I was in. My hormones woke up big time tonight and my whole body was tight with sexual tension. I hadn’t experienced this in months and even though it was familiar to me it still felt strange. I locked my bedroom door and kicked off my shoes. Looking into the mirror above the bureau, I giggled at how flushed my face was. My nipples were very hard inside my bra, I could feel it. I cupped my breasts against my chest and felt them up, Kartal Escort and when I did, a massive surge of sexual adrenaline cascaded through my system ramping the heat up even higher. I thumbed my nipples through the shirt and bra and groaned so loudly I startled myself!

Pulling off my top and skirt, I fell onto the bed glad that I hadn’t worn panty hose and wouldn’t have to mess with them. God, I couldn’t believe how hard my heart was pounding and how difficult it was to breathe. My pussy was throbbing in time to my heart, and I really thought my clit was screaming to be sucked! Lifting the underwire of my bra, my tits fell out from under the cups. Yes, I was right, the teats were so fucking hard, and when I thumbed them together, I thought I might cum right then and there.

“Ohhh FUUUUUUCKK!” The words hissed between my teeth and lips; this was going to be difficult to keep quiet! Images were flashing across my thought screen and most of them were of Richard kissing me passionately and then dropping down to suck my pussy. I pinched my nipples and pulled the tits higher off my chest, shaking the flesh and making me moan even louder.

It made me slow down a little when I tried to remember my last orgasm. Richard had taken me down to the beach one moonless evening and we sat partially naked on a blanket in the dark and kissed and sucked each other off. It was amazing! But even as I thought it, there was a tinge of sadness in that it would never happen again. I was too turned on to cry, but the tears were close.

Then my mind shifted quickly to Richard and Jack, and the hormones surged again. I heard myself say, “God, I need to be fucked, oh my God!” My hand slid into my panties and the middle finger split open my girl slit. My whole pussy was sopping wet in two seconds, and I spread the slick liquid around my labia and asshole. “Fuck, this feels so good!” I said it right out loud; and when I touched my swollen clit, I cried out even louder!

My ass lifted off the bed a few inches, insisting that I finger my pussy immediately! My tits were heaving with desire, so I wrapped the left boob up in one arm and grabbed the other one underneath with the same hand lifting the nipple up to my lips. Sucking the hard nub into my mouth, I tongued it furiously while plunging my middle and ring fingers deep into my wet fuck-hole. “Oh Goddddd!” I almost shrieked! I cried out to Richard, “Babbbyyy…fuck me hard Babyyy…fuck me with your big dick, Goddd!”

My fingers were doing the fucking and my mouth was sucking my tit and the orgasm slammed into my cunt like an explosion. “Uhh…UuuHhhh…OHHH UHNNGGHHH!” I turned my head into the pillow to keep from screaming.

I don’t think I’ve ever passed out from an orgasm before, yet after this one…I think I woke up a few minutes later. My head was pounding and I could hardly breathe, but I remember thinking, “Shit…oh Shit…that felt soooo good!” My body was drenched with perspiration and sitting up, there was a large wet splash between my legs. “I must have squirted,” I thought with a laugh!

Laying there for a minute, the thought went through my head to just go to sleep; but my pussy said “No, I’m not through with you yet!” I giggled and rubbed my pulsing, wet cunt with my whole hand. It purred and asked for more. “Not so fast,” I said to myself, “a little slower would be good!”

I lay there and contemplated tonight’s conversation with Rachel. There were a lot of decisions to make. What WOULD I do with my sex life? This masturbatory fuck was proof that my body wasn’t dead to sex, but now what? For a second I started thinking about Richard and Jack again, but stopped quickly. That fantasy might be good to masturbate to again, but right now I wanted to consider my options. Maybe I could find myself a regular “friend with benefits,” a fuck buddy. Perhaps there were other men out there in similar circumstances. Adultery was out of the question for me, I didn’t like the idea of fucking someone else’s husband without her permission.

Then her admission crossed my thinking. She had slept with her best friend April and her husband, oh, my God! This was really something! It felt so incredibly hot to have two mouths kissing and sucking you, and two dicks pounding and fucking you. I wondered what it would be like to let a woman be the third instead of a second guy.

I pulled off my bra and panties and looked down at my body. Mmm…I certainly loved to suck my own nipples; frankly, I knew how to do it better than anyone! And when it comes to sucking someone off, I knew how to do that too, no doubt! Could I let a woman do me?

I thought about Rachel with another woman then. She was very cute, around three inches shorter than me with light brown hair and blond highlights. She had a plumpish figure but was quite curvy with nice breasts and legs. I loved her skin too and for the first time I thought about another nude woman in the room playing with me. I liked this image even more when Jack was thrown into it. Wow…maybe it would be fun to have his dick fucking me while Rachel sucked my tits! Mmm…This sounded very good! My pussy was starting to throb again and I leaned over the side of the bed and opened the drawer of the end-table. My eight inch gel-cock vibrator was humming my name and I picked it up and turned it on.

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Junky Chronicles Ch. 02

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If you haven’t read part one then part two will make little or no sense. This one goes out to chrisomes who especially signed up on to contact me. Thank you so much.

I know you have been waiting a while, hopefully this was worth the wait. I want to thank my editors Cassy and LaRascasse, you guys make some of my crazier ideas make sense and the less crazy ones a bit more fun.

There is drug use in this part and I have no experience with drugs, so if I made some mistakes, I am sorry. I tried and did some research, but even research leaves gaps.

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“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.” — Henri Nouwen

Chapter Eleven July 2006

The next day Devon woke Natalie up just before nine so she could get ready for her appointment with the psychiatrist. All in all, it was bound to be a busy day and week. After her appointment with the psychiatrist, she had to speak with detective handling the murder case and then the lawyers to discuss the will and everything that entailed the deaths of her family. Natalie knew that she had to be mentally prepared, but she was so fragile that she felt as though she was going to fall apart, limb from limb, slowly shattering as each part of her fell to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes could not conceal the pain and loss. When she saw the emptiness they portrayed, she felt even more vulnerable and scared. Yesterday she buried her entire family, today she has to answer questions regarding their murders. She will walk in there and be treated like a suspect. Devon and Kaz appeared in the mirror beside her. She knew that she only needed them by her side. If they were there, things would be okay.

They arrived at Dr. Hendricks’ office ten minutes early. Kaz helped Natalie fill in all the forms, considering that she was left handed and couldn’t write with the sling she had to wear. They handed it in and a graying, balding older man came walking to toward them. He wasn’t very big but had a belly, his nose was big and his brown eyes soft, the blue shirt he was wearing hugged his body and his black formal trousers and black shoes made him look professional. Suddenly Natalie felt under dressed in her Puma sweatpants and T-shirt.

“I’m Dr. Hendricks.” He held his hand out to Natalie.

“Natalie Scott,” She said as she took his hand and shook it.

“We will be back in an hour, love you!” Kaz said as Natalie followed the older man into his office.

The walls were painted a calming light blue. His desk was too big for the space and the shelves behind it were filled with books. He motioned Natalie to the large black leather couch, where she nervously took a seat, he sat a cross from her in the matching stool.

“How does this work exactly?” Natalie asked fumbling with her hands.

“Let’s start with what brings you here today,” He gave a reassuring smile.

“Dr. Simons and her recommendation.” Natalie felt like she didn’t need to be here, talking to a complete stranger about her life and family’s deaths. She had her friends with whom she could share all of this.

He smiled at the remark, “I sense that you don’t want be here today. That’s okay. I cannot force you to do this, no one can. But a part of you must feel the need to be helped, otherwise you would not be here.”

“Yeah, the outside part of me, I call them friends.”

“Okay, from the information I gathered from Dr. Simons your friends play a very large role in your life. You trust their opinions more than you trust your own at this stage and that is a good thing. After the trauma you have experienced, you doubt yourself and your ability to heal from such an event. Your friends have done a good thing by encouraging you to come today. They sense how badly you need the help and someone who can guide you that is not personally involved with you. So let’s start with what you remember about that night.”

“I don’t remember much and even if I did, I don’t want to talk about it. It is personal and I don’t see how you can fix any of this,” Natalie responded protectively.

“You don’t have to talk today, it will take time for you to trust me. With time we can work through this together,” he continued to explain how they would go about it and prescribed different medication to keep Natalie calm but would keep her more aware of the things happening around her.

“Just so you, I don’t want to work through this with you and I won’t be coming back,” Natalie said getting up and walking to the door.

They concluded their session and Kaz and Devon were already waiting for her. Their next stop frightened Natalie the most, the police station. Although she knew that she had nothing to hide. She also knew that people would do anything to prove their theories correct to close a high escort bursa profile case, even if it meant sending an innocent person to jail.

“We are not going to leave your side. Calm down, Nat.” Natalie was breathing heavily, a panic attack closing in.

Devon held her to his chest as he spoke the words, but Natalie’s breathing didn’t slow. They walked into the police station. Devon took a card out of his pocket, read it and spoke to the police officer standing behind the desk, “We are here to see Detective du Plessis.” The officer looked at the card, then at Kaz and Natalie.

“Follow me,” was all he said as they walked down the hall to a small office. “Just wait here. He will be with you shortly.” He said and disappeared.

Devon still held Natalie close, trying to calm her, but she was crying again. How many times do they want her to relive that night? Knowing that this time she could not refuse to talk. A balding man entered the room, in his early forties, with a slender build and a dark brown moustache than across his upper lip. His flannel shirt was done in different shades of brown and matched his khaki slacks, completed with tan-brown boots. “I am Detective du Plessis,” He said as he shook each of their hands n turn. They introduced themselves and sat down.

Kaz left the room while Devon stayed behind, holding Natalie close.

“I see that you requested that your friend acts as your lawyer,” He stated the obvious. Devon had a degree in law and knew Natalie. She could think of no one better to represent her.

“Yes,” was Devon’s only response.

“At this stage in the investigation we have to explore all options. It doesn’t mean that you are a suspect, but until we have further answers we cannot exclude anyone.” He said matter-of-factly.

“So you treat the only witness like a suspect and leak it to the media before even knowing what her statement would be.” Devon said, anger welling up in his voice.

“Let’s start with what you remember about that night,” He said half ignoring Devon’s statement.

For the first time that day Natalie recounted what she remembered from that night. The detective kept asking questions like; Was there anyone that would want to harm your family? Was there any suspicious activity before the murders? Natalie couldn’t think of anything, although she held all the answers, she simply didn’t know it yet. He kept questioning them for an hour, until Natalie couldn’t take it anymore and had a panic attack. Devon acted quickly, he injected her and encouraged her to breathe. When the effects subsided. Devon wanted to attack the detective. “Apparently they didn’t train you very well!”

Natalie put a hand on his arm, “Let’s just go.”

They arrived at their last meeting for the day, although the days’ events were bound to repeat itself for another few weeks.

Chapter Twelve July 2006

“Please come in, Miss Scott,” Dani Turner, her family lawyer, said as they walked into the waiting area.

“Hey, Dani,” Natalie said as she hugged her. Dani gave her a tender hug, filled with emotion. Her father had been the family lawyer since they both could remember and Dani recently took over his practice.

“This is Devon and Kaz, my best friends.” Natalie said as Dani shook their hands.

Devon simply stared as he looked at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dani’s dark blonde hair was long, always neatly styled in perfect layers, her bright blue eyes took Devon’s breath away and when he noticed the full lips he felt his mouth water. The black business suit Dani was wearing accentuated her well toned body and the purple dress shirt completed the look. “Nice to meet you. Let’s go into the office,” Natalie and her friends followed her inside her spacious office with modern pieces and racks filled with books. She unbuttoned her jacket and sat behind her massive desk, while they took the chairs positioned on the opposite side of the desk.

“I have the will here and I will read through it now. At your father’s request, he wanted only you present and whom you chose to invite. There are letters here, from both your parents and your wife, which I will give to you at the end of the reading. Of course there are some decisions that you will have to make and I will guide you through them.” Her voice comforted Natalie.

Dani had been in her life for a long time, but they weren’t friends. Both their father’s believed that business and pleasure should not mix.

Dani began reading the will in her soft, professional voice.

“To our beloved daughter, if you are hearing this it means that your mother and I passed away. We would like to let you know how we much we love you. You have been our most precious gift and to be leaving you alone in the world is our greatest fear. Never stop believing and always follow your heart and dreams,” Dani looked Natalie in the eye and saw tears threatening to spill.

Dani read the official will and it clearly bursa merkez eskort stated that Natalie inherited everything, being an only child. Natalie had been thinking about this for a while. She looked at Dani and asked if she could speak.

“I am not in the right frame of mind to run a business right now, so I want to nominate Kaz to take over the duties until I have worked through everything that I need to. Kaz, you have a degree in business and I trust you with my life, but I will not force you to do this. If you agree, I would appreciate it and of course the position will be permanent. When I am ready, I will become a partner in the position. With that said I also want to have all my money frozen, except for what the company might need and I would prefer to only receive an allowance until I can get back to work,” Natalie looked at Kaz hopefully.

“Of course I will do it,” Kaz said. She had been working for Natalie’s father for years now and knew the business as god as Natalie did.

“Dani, will you please get the papers drawn up?” Natalie asked.

After Dani agreed she handed letters to Natalie and Devon. The ones handed to Devon was meant for him and Kaz to read.

They discussed the remaining details and Dani said that she would contact them during the week to finalize Natalie’s wishes. They said their goodbyes and the three friends made their way to Devon’s car. Natalie felt a deep sadness within her, one that never seemed to leave.

Chapter Thirteen July 2006

Natalie locked herself in her room, thinking of her parents and her wife. Dread filled her. Her heart felt as though it was in a vice grip and as time passed the grip got tighter and tighter. Fearing that if the pressure kept building, she would eventually explode. She imagined Megan sitting at her desk, pen in hand, writing this letter to her:

My Dearest Natalie

I spent so many waking moments, praying that the day will never come that you had to read this, because reading this means that we have separated by death. I guess I only thought, no hoped, that if our time came, we would go together, I simply couldn’t imagine having to live life without your arms tightly wrapped around me, your words of comfort and encouragement in everything I did or wanted to do. Without you I would never have achieved everything that I have. All I can hope for now is that you knew that I loved you more than life itself and that you will always and forever hold my heart.

Knowing you and that you feel everything so deeply, I cannot begin to imagine the extreme sense of loss you must be feeling right now. But baby, I want you to know that I am right there with you. I will forever be looking out for you and protect you for as long as I possibly can. I am in everything you see around you, the rays of sun falling on your skin, the air that surrounds you and that tear trickling down your cheek right now.

I also want to tell you the things that I never got the chance to and if I did, I want to remind you of them. The first day I saw you in the Spur, my heart almost leaped out of chest and nestled next to yours, that night it did. When you kissed me for the first time, you were so gentle and so caring, soft to the touch and you made me feel alive and worthy for the first time in my life. Now that I think about it we moved quite fast in our relationship, but the pace could never have suited me better, simply because I knew from the first moment that I had found my soul mate and that I would be with you until the day I die.

The first time we made love on your 22nd birthday was the most magical night of my life. I had never known that the gentleness you showed that night even existed in human nature. That night I wanted to run through the streets and shout my happiness out to the world, scream loud enough that the entire universe could hear me. I have never known a more gentle and loving soul. You had always put me first in every decision that you made, never allowing me to feel left out or unloved. Your caring nature secured and deepened my love for you everyday and each morning that I would wake up and stared into those blue eyes of yours, they have always been the bluest of blues, I knew that I had found my place in the world and that it was next to you.

Then there was the night that you had proposed, I still don’t know how you pulled off such an amazing proposal, but I was the happiest person on this planet. We went on to plan our wedding, get married and plan our family, the day we found out that I was pregnant was easily one the most magical moments of my life. When I saw the pure joy in your eyes I knew that life was perfect for the first time ever. I could sit here and reminisce our memories all day, scribbling them down on these blank pages but I found a better way to remind you. If you look in my closet underneath the heaps of shoes I have gathered, you will find a box and in it a scrapbook that I bursa sınırsız escort have done to remind you everyday of the happiness we shared in hope that you will forget the sadness you feel now.

My second last request is that you will grieve for me, but not forever. I want you to move on, baby, because you deserve happiness after all of it that you had brought me. Go out and make new memories. Live life, baby. You deserve it.

So I come to my last request, promise me that you will tell our son all about me, that you will share all the happy moment with him and tell him everyday how much I love him.

Baby, thank you for a life time of memories. If you doubt anything, I knew how much you love me and I felt it everyday. I just hope that I had made you feel how much I love you. In heaven there are no tears, baby, except for the ones that I cry for you everyday.

With all my love

Megan

Natalie cried uncontrollably as she clutched the letter to her chest. After the events of this day, she couldn’t bear the pain anymore. She needed out. She simply couldn’t be here without Megan anymore. How much pain can one person take before breaking completely? Natalie didn’t know the answer, but she realized if she was here any longer she would find out. She lay on the bed for a while, thinking until she couldn’t think anymore. Natalie folded the letter neatly, walked to the bathroom and started running water. She undressed, folding each item neatly, she opened her medicine cabinet and retrieved her sleeping pills and a blade she had there. She lowered herself into the cold water, goose bumps running over body.

She opened the jar of sleeping pills that she had retrieved from the medicine cabinet and swallowed the contents of bottle. After Natalie threw it to one side, she reached for the blade that she had also gotten from the cabinet, she left the tap open and drove the blade into her wrist, cutting from the one side to the other, watching as the skin tore apart and blood flowed from the cut. The pain seared through her arm, she felt the emotion drain her while her blood flowed. The tears in her eyes blurred her vision as she repeated the act on her other arm. She ripped off the gauze that covered her gunshot wound. One by one, she pulled out the staples. The water around her turned red as she bled and the drowsiness set in. The staples dropped in the water, causing tiny splashes, blood running down her body and mixing with the red water she was laying in. The world turned black as Natalie’s body went limp.

Water started running down the stairs when Alice came into the house. “Guys, why is there water running down the stairs?”

Devon ran up the stairs, found the door locked and heard water running. With one swift kick, he broke down the door and ran into the bathroom, Kaz was on his heels and Alice behind her. The white floor of the bathroom was covered in red water. Devon looked over to the bath, there Natalie lay, her body limp and submerged in water. He closed the taps and pulled the limp body from the bath. Natalie had turned a pale, deathly white with a hint of blue surrounding her lips. Devon opened her eye lids and they revealed almost lifeless pupils beneath.

“Call an ambulance! Kaz pass me towels and come help here!”

Kaz ran over to his side and watched as he lay Natalie’s limp body on the wet floor, blood still seeping from her wounds, “Wrap the towels around her wrist and apply pressure, keep it there!” Devon was frantic as he shouted.

Kaz applied pressure, holding Natalie’s wrists tightly attempting to stop the bleeding. She straddled Natalie’s hips to reach both wrists and still give Devon room to do CPR.

He immediately started CPR, blowing two breaths into Natalie’s lungs by putting his mouth to hers, then proceeding to pump her chest, thirty pumps and two breaths. He kept repeating the actions, his movements were desperate and the fear that paralyzed his emotions made his actions more desperate.

“The ambulance is on its way! What can I do?” Alice was hysterical and she watched Devon press down on Natalie’s chest, her head bobbed from side to side.

“Wait for the ambulance and show them where to come,” Devon shouted as he repeated the actions over and over again.

Five minutes later the ambulance showed up and took over from Devon. They immediately start resuscitation by shocking Natalie’s heart. Once they found a pulse they rushed Natalie’s naked body, covered in a white sheet, down the stairs and into the ambulance. Devon, Kaz and Alice followed in his car.

Devon pushed his car to its limits, weaving through traffic at 140km an hour. The journey felt like a life time, not knowing whether or not Natalie was still alive or if she would survive. It had been about 45 minutes that Natalie had been alone in the room. They all simply wanted to give her time to mourn.

Natalie was immediately taken into surgery to pump her stomach, stitch up her wrists, replace the staples and start a blood transfusion. Devon, Kaz and Alice waited in the waiting area, Devon and Kaz still covered in Natalie’s blood.

The procedure was complicated by Natalie’s unpredictable heart beat, her heart would stop and restart by itself all the time. A few times they had to resuscitate her.

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