Breaking The Grey [Book #2]

Chapter 13

North

Having Allie back home almost feels like a miracle, she couldn't stay in the hospital forever. Even though it was for merely a month, I'm definitely blessed to have the money to make things happen faster. I can finally sleep and eat properly now, but the stress is still there.

She needs a lot of help with movement. She even tries to avoid using the bathroom so she doesn't have to strain herself.

Last night she slept, but not as well as I thought she would. She was tossing and turning for a while. We can't really cuddle like we used too, but I sleep close to her and that's just enough for me. I can't wait until she gets better so she can hold me again.

Right now she's attending her first psychical therapy meeting in the center I put her in. It's a gorgeous center with bright colors, fresh equipment, and diverse groups of people and therapists. As much as I wanted to stay and motivate her, I couldn't because I'm on my way to see Dr. Coewitz.

She didn't look too excited when I said she'd be alone, but I'm confident that by now she's warmed up and talking to everyone. She's a great people person. I wrote my number on her wrist just in case she needs me. She laughed and told me that I'm treating her like a kid and accused me of being into that. It's a disgusting joke and I can't help, but to laugh at it cause it's her.

I'm contemplating how I'm going to go about helping her recover memories. I can give her, her journal, but she'll find out about her parents. So far she hasn't mentioned them; no questions asked. I guess her curiosity isn't as strong ... yet.

There's nothing more I can do other than drive her to places that hold a lot of meaning like the bonfire spot in the woods, but that's behind the high school where she used to live. Everything just connects back to the abuse. It'll just raise more questions with really disturbing answers. I just want to protect her this time.

Now that I'm beginning to realize the full extent of Allie's memory loss, it's beginning to bother me more and more. She doesn't know what my favorite movie is or the song we usually sing out loud like idiots. She's not in love with me even though I doubt she ever was. Now I'll never know for sure. I sound selfish, but I am when it comes to her.

This semi fresh start isn't bad and I'm appreciative, but we've been taken back to the start our "relationship." She doesn't remember, I do, now we have to rekindle our connection for the second time.

At least this time no one is in the way and this reborn Allie is really interested in getting to know me all over again. She's focused on me and only me which is a good thing. It's what I've always wanted. I just want it to be easier this time around. A part of me also feels like she's her teenage self again despite the dirty jokes and charming sex drive.

I pull up to Dr. Coewitz's house. Her house is actually her office. Lucky her, she gets to work from home. It's kind of a secluded area, very quiet and not full of life.

The house is large and pretty modernized. I've been here before to "interview" her basically. I did this with all the potential therapists. She was definitely the only attractive one, but it only matters to me because of Allie's past with sleeping around. I get jealous, but I can't help it. Things aren't the same anymore so I have to get jealous and protective.

I step out of my car with my purse on my shoulder and adjust my pencil skirt and hair. I'm technically in my work clothes right now. My hair is up in a messy bun and my white button down work shirt is slightly wrinkled and tucked into my skirt. My stockings are starting to itch my legs slightly.