One In A Million

Chapter 49

25/02/2015

- Chicago -

My recovery phase was doing great, at a very slow motion, but by every weeks, I did felt some light improvements. The doctor had me removed my plaster which had been supporting my hand over the past three months, and what a relieve, having this heavy thing around was such a bother. Just some anti-inflammatory pomade had to be applied daily on the wrist with a bandage, and some physio would be required to remove the remain of the pain and the swollen muscle, well if I could skip those I would. How I wished that my heart was able to heal in the same way my wrist and bruises did. Four months had passed away, and the pain was still there, the same pain ripping out my heart. I had tried to convince myself many times that time would heal my ache, but I was just lying to myself over and over again. How to deal such of a love, it was beyond the bonds of possible.

But my broken heart wasn't the main source of my worry, the anxiety just had hit me again, as if the dose I had previously hadn't been enough. I had been warned earlier that what I had feared the most could surface up, and it was. Jesse had make me aware that the monster could show up again at any moment, no matter of the reason, for his shitty illicit traffic business, or for me simply. Gosh, I had prayed such of a day would never come, that he would have erased me of his mind, but it looks like the heavens had traced different plans for me.

The last five days have been the hell of a hassle. Michael had let me know that he was here in USA, and he knew where I was sheltering at, and foremost my hide and seek game was over. My Instagram had been so full with his DM, that I had to delete the application of my phone. Even though of the gravity of the situation, I tried to not let this to affect me. Crazy... Or perhaps of the fact that I felt in security and protected in the presence of Jesse, yes, it kinda of brought me a psychological support, because I was aware that I wasn't alone, and nothing could happen to me. It just made the difference. I wasn't Michael's prey anymore, but he was instead, the role changed. In his thirsty obsessive hunt at tracking me down, he fell in his own trap.

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On last night, as we had nothing to do, Jesse and I watched some late night tv programs on the crappy annoying E! Channel, well, at least we try. Our subject of conversation was even more consequential that watching Kim Kardashian's fake tears. Well for me, it had a particular significance, because my life was depending on. He had told me that Michael had been wandering around Chicago over the last three days, and the undercover cops found further evidence that he was involved in many other dangerous criminal cases, in addition to the prevailing ones Of course it did scare the hell of me, I had goose flesh all over my body just to think on his name, but then I realized I wouldn't have to deal it all of that situation alone. Only that brought some psychological peace to my mind. Did my night mare finally come to an end. During all of that time, I have asked to myself why did I fell in love with that dangerous psychopath, and I must have listened to my mom's advice which was to leave him. If only she knew in what kind of troubles I put myself in.... Better not to think of it. But I had the strong conviction I'd share this nightmare with her soon. My biggest wish was to go back to my family, that's all I asked for.

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Having this plaster removed was such a appeasement, because I had gained my total arm and hand  movement back again, and it was just amazing.  Something I have been missing over that long lapse of time was to cook some delicious  food and bake cakes and other pastries.  Cooking would always help me to break off my stress, fill my boring time, and fill my loneliness.  So, almost four months without having flour in my hair, my fingers covered with dough pastry, and my hair perfumed with the steam flavors was such of a dull time. 

"The brownies smell so yummy auntie." Lorna said joyfully with a big smile on her face as she arraganged a lock of hair behind her ear.  I smiled widely, as I put the second pastry metallic stray with the hot fuming cookies next the the hot baked brownies one.  I had to handle those with a great attention, as they were extremely hot, freshly baked in the oven, a sweet sugared chocolate smell  floated im the kitchen, and the surrounding rooms.  "I'm going to eat all, all are for me." She joked, giggling.