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Chapter 13

I spent the whole night in his arms. Jack just sat on the other bed. Just him being there helped. He did leave for a few minutes, to call, Dr. Witter�s brother, Doug. He�s an officer also. It�s morning now and I hold on to Dr. Witter for dear life. He just keeps holding me, while stroking my hair and whispering in my ear. Telling me that everything is going to be alright. For some reason, I don�t believe him.

I told him that�s he�s in danger, too. He didn�t seem to happy. He tried to lighten the mood but asking me if I would run away with him. I said yes. No one�s safe anymore. Not me, not Dr. Witter, not Jen, or Drue, or even my sister. But I can�t just up and leave. I have a job, and friends I care about. I can�t leave. No. I won�t leave. I have to stay and fight my demons.

Bessie is coming to get me soon. She�s bringing clothes with her. When I�m discharged, I have to go home with her. Dr. Witter told her what happened. We�re going to stop at my apartment to get any necessary items. She won�t let me stay here, well at least for now. I�m going to come back in a few days. Officer Doug Witter, just left. He took down my report. One from today and the other from two days ago. He said that he was sorry for what happened. I almost believe him.

�Well, Ms. Potter, you have been discharged from the hospital. You are free to go when your sister gets here.� A smile crept across his face as did mine.

�Thank you Dr. Witter, you know, for everything.� I said as I looked into his blue eyes. �You know, I don�t feel right leaving, you, here, in this place. Because, I mean, they�re after you too. You could go on a vacation, and I know this, uh, great B&B that would love to have you.� I suddenly look away because my shyness got the better of me.

He laughs nervously and clears his throat. I think he got what I was trying to say. �Well, Ms. Potter, I don�t know if that would be such a great idea. I, mean, I don�t want to an imposition or anything.� He began to move closer to me.

�Oh, you wouldn�t be an imposition. If memory serves me, this should be the off season, so there would be plenty of room for you to use.� I look back up at him, my strength suddenly returning. �You could take some time out and read a book, or you can take a walk down by the creek. You could walk around town.� I pause, because my hands suddenly become interesting. I look back up at him and he�s hovering over me. �I could give you a tour of the town.�

He sat down on my bed, and he�s just staring at me. He whispers �That all sounds like a good idea. I think I�ll take you up on that offer, that is, if your sister doesn�t mind.� I look at him. He�s getting closer to me and I�m having trouble breathing.

I shake my head, �Oh, no, I don�t think my sister will mind at all. We could talk about things, you, know, like about us.� I move my hand back and forth between us, showing him what I can�t say.

�Us?� he whispers back. �Talking is so over-rated.� And he presses his lips to mine. God, those lips. I�m on sensory overload right now. He moves closer to me and puts his hand around my back, pulling me even closer. His other hand touches my face, cradling my cheek in his palm. I move my good arm around his neck, holding on for dear life. Afraid to break any physical contact.

He puts his hands through my hair as he breaks away from my lips and kisses his way down to my neck. God, this feels good. A moan escapes from the back of my throat and he groans in response. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and inhale his scent. God, he smells good. He puts one hand on my hip and slowly moves upward brushing my breast, to caress my arm. My nipples harden in response.

All of a sudden the door bangs against the wall and we hear a voice in the room. We stop and I look up to see who it is. Shit. �Joey, Dr. Witter, what exactly is going on here?� Shit, shit, shit!