The Choice

The Choice-Chapter Seven

The car was easy. The bitch left it sitting in the back of the lot hidden beside a big truck, no one saw me climb under it.

The bastard has to pay. The court thinks that it was all in the line of duty. They didn't punish him, as he should have been punished. They let him go. So it is up to me to hand out the justice he deserves for killing my son, and my wife.

It took all of our life savings to hire that Vigilante group to help me kill him and everyone he cares about. It was their idea to set those fires, and shoot the woman when she came to see. They botched the shooting, and injecting him with the poison. Now we have to watch and wait.

They think they are safe up there on that mountain, but I will find them, and I will finish this.

*****

"I've got you now." I cried.

Tony laughed.

Our attention was focused on the big screen on the wall where the virtual vehicles we were controlling raced along a mountain road.

The first two weeks we spent at the ranch were filled with getting Tony's strength back. The third week, a mobile x-ray machine arrived, and the images of Tony's broken arm showed a healed bone. The cast was removed, and Tony immediately felt more like himself.

The fracture on his lower leg is healed, and in the fourth week, we went back to the hospital for a follow up outpatient surgery. The pins and screws were removed from his collar bone. His ankle pins needed adjusting, and will require more adjusting before its completely healed. He still can't put any weight on it, but he is mobile enough to use crutches to get down the stairs to the basement.

Christmas and New Years went by quickly. Now the Christmas Tree is gone, and we are in February. I have now spent eight weeks, two solid months on this ranch practically alone with this man, and he still treats me like I'm his little sister.

Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be treated like that? I am not complaining that he is treating me badly, he is very respectful, and caring. The problem with it is that when he thinks I'm no paying attention, he has a different look in his eye. He feels something, those looks prove it, but he won't act on it. I guess I probably should but I'm too afraid of more rejection.

Now that he is mobile, I know its only a matter of time before our sanctuary is invaded by the rest of the world. Jacob has been kind enough to go out and get the things we need, and I ordered the clothes we needed online, but we can't stay here forever.

The best part about being locked away at the ranch, besides spending all my time with this incredibly sweet, incredibly sexy cop, is the sense of security. I feel safe. I feel as though everything that happened around Thanksgiving happened to someone else, and not to me. It was a movie I watched on television, not part of my life.

We finished the race, and I won. "HA, I get to pick the movie." This is our lives. We race to see who gets to pick the evening movie. I like romance, and drama, he likes action and horror. So far out of the last two weeks, I've won three times, this is the fourth. Okay, I admit it. I let him win. I've got to keep my patient happy. "I'll let you chose between Pride and Prejudice the BBC version, or Gone with the wind."

"Oh, good God." He groaned, "Come on. Those are both three hours long. I'm going to die of boredom."

I giggled and grabbed the remote. "Okay, fine." I found the list of romance movies. "How about this one?"

He dropped his head back against the couch with a groan. I grabbed a throw pillow and aimed it at his head. He dodged it, and grabbed my wrist.

"You're going to throw things at me now?" He asked, with a mock scowl. "Taking advantage of the invalid."