T is for Trauma 😵‍💫

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I had been running in no particular direction for hours and I was knackered. I found a willow tree, curled up next to it and drifted to sleep. I woke up to a pounding ache in my head and wrists. My arms were chained above my bleeding head to the gray stone wall. I don't know how or when I got to this prison like chamber. 

Suddenly, I heard the sounds of water and felt something wet drop on me. Freezing cold water started pouring through the pipes on the ceiling. I pulled on my chains trying to rip my wrists free but it was no luck. The water had already made it up to my chest and it wasn't stopping anytime soon. So, I SCREAMED and SCREAMED for help until my voice felt like sandpaper. I took one final big deep breath as the water suffocated me. I strangled under the rushing water my lungs beginning to burn. I knew this was the end. 😖😨

Almost passing out from lack of oxygen a dark figure stood before me. They firmly pressed their lips on mine and filled my lungs with air. I opened my peepers to be greeted with brown eyes staring back at me.

It's him. 🥰

He broke my chains free from the stone wall with his big muscles and pulled me closely to him. As he quickly moved through the water out of the small room he kept me safe. 🥺 Once we reached the outdoors we stared at each other. 

"You found me." I whispered to him afraid whoever trapped me in there would hear. 

"Always." My precious Andrew answered the corners of his mouth curving up. He cupped my chin and gently pressed his lips into mine lovingly. God I missed him so so much.

Once we made it home I finally got to meet my daughter TaTa. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. She was the most enchanting thing I ever did see. Her big smile and brown eyes radiated positivity. 

"Awwww she's grinnin" like a possum eatin' a sweet tater." Timothee gushed. Andrew called him at the last minute to babysit while he came to rescue me. Speaking of I needed to talk to Andrew about that.

"Sweet Cheeks could you see me in the bedroom for a minute?" I requested. Andrew followed my lead and shut the door behind him.

"How did you know I was alive and where I was?" I inquired. 🧐

"I got a letter from someone saying they were holding you captive and that if I wanted to know where you were being kept I needed to send them half a million pounds." Andrew explained to me. I couldn't believe someone would use me to get at Andrew. I guess this is what happens when your lover man is in the mafia.

"Do you know who it was?" I begged needing answers.

"No only that it was signed A. A." Andrew sighed clearly having no clue what that could mean.

"Maybe those are the persons initials? It could be an enemy of yours." I thought out loud. Andrews eyes brightened the gears in his brain turning.

"I think I know who it is!" He exclaimed. I looked at him shocked at how he could have put it together that fast.

"Who?" I gulped waiting for the reveal. 

"Archibald Andrews."  🧑🏻‍🦰😱

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