The Psychopath's Prisoner

Chapter 11

A knock on the door broke the silence. "Is one day of peace and quiet too much to ask for? I wish to have one day without any interruptions." Cheyenne mumbled as she stomped across the room to answer the door.

"Hey Chey. Sorry it took so long, but the kids kept asking fifty million questions. It was Mom this and Mom that. Ready to go?"

Cheyenne smiled and allowed Raina into the apartment. "Let me go change clothes."

"I saw your tires. Wow."

"Yeah? Nice, huh? I would ask if anything else could go wrong, but I don't want to know. After all, when I ask that, things usually do."

"I hear that. You better go get ready."

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Cheyenne came back into the room and noticed Raina flipping through the channels on her T.V. "Would you like for me to get a bottle of water for the road?"

"Nah. I'm good. You ready to go now?"

"Yep. Just need to grab my purse and keys." Cheyenne lifted the purse off the couch and snatched the keys from the small table by the door.

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"You're awfully quiet today. What's on your mind?" Raina continued to stroll the aisle with Cheyenne.

"I've got a lot on my mind."

"Like?" she asked with a roll of her wrist.

"Rain..." Cheyenne paused and took a deep breath. "Tyler stopped by today."

"What did he want?"

Cheyenne felt her shoulders tense up. "I'm not sure, but I think he wants me back. He told me that he misses me. Apparently, things aren't going the way he had hoped it would with Elizabeth."

"You're not actually thinking about taking him back after what he's done, are you?"

"No. No, I'm not. It's just ironic, but there's also a small piece of me that still loves him and wants to. Maybe it is crazy, but I can't help it. Part of me loves of him. Part of me hates him. Does that make me insane?" Cheyenne absently tossed a can of tomato soup into the cart.

"No. It will take time to get past the array of emotions following a divorce. No one understands better than I do. You're getting a fresh start. There are going to be a few bumps in the road, but I'm here to see you through it."

"I know, but seeing him again was hard." Cheyenne tossed another can into the shopping cart.

"Aw, sweetie. Things will get better."

"After what's been happening lately, I hope so."

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Cheyenne put her groceries into the cabinets and refrigerator. All the while, Raina expounded on the positive aspects of her younger sister moving in with them until these vandalism incidents had been resolved.

Cheyenne stood in the doorway, hands on hips. "I'm staying here, Rain. Understood?"

Raina nodded and reluctantly left. Cheyenne quickly moved to her desk. She breathed a sigh of relief and started typing. Finally! If I don't get some writing done, my agent will have my head.

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Cheyenne woke up with her hands on the keyboard. She stretched. "Man! It's been a long day. Maybe I should just go to bed. The last thing I need to do is to sleep at my keyboard. I don't love my work that much." She snickered. "Talking to one's self doesn't make it any better, either."

She stood, stretched again, yawned, and then went to the kitchen for a drink of water. She reflected on Tyler's visit, Daniel's request, and what had been happening lately. She grabbed the sleeping pills. The last thing I need is to toss and turn all night.

Such a stressful time in my life. How much more can I handle?