✔Vengeful Valentine

Twenty Nine: Everly

Tragedies stick with a person for the rest of their life.

I couldn't forget that night out at the aquarium. No matter how hard I tried to forget it, the details never faded. I still recalled the sound of the gunshot, the car that sped off, and even what we both wore that night. And all the blood.... Lord, there was so much of it. I thought I'd die right there in Adam's arms.

It haunted me to remember. After much consideration, I decided to look into therapy whenever we got back home. Living in fear forever wasn't healthy, and I feared that once my stalker got locked away, I'd still be paranoid about her breaking out of jail to come find me.

Sunlight filtered through the closed curtains as the birds chirped away outside. Reluctantly, I got out of bed, where Adam still dozed quietly. We shared his childhood bed, despite it being such a tight squeeze to fit both of us. I didn't mind it though.

Before grabbing some clothes from the luggage we packed, I leaned over and kissed his forehead. At least he was finally getting some well deserved rest. We'd be back in New Syracuse soon, and I knew he'd return to burning the midnight oil at work. Especially to help find my stalker.

I made my way down to the bathroom to shower. The warm water felt so good against my tense muscles. It helped me clear my mind too. The psycho had left us alone for too long, and I'd gotten too comfortable with her not being around. I should've known she'd follow us out to Crittendale.

Guilt still ate away at me for putting Ms. Lindel in danger like that, but she kept assuring me that I wasn't to blame. I wanted to believe her, I really did, but if I hadn't come down here, she'd be much safer.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stepped out into the foggy room where Adam sat up in bed. He still wore his flannel pajamas. Dropping the towel, I changed into a pair of pink sweats.

"Feeling better today?" I asked.

"A lot, actually. Enjoying the nice view too." Adam smirked.

"Perv." I rolled my eyes, failing to bite back a grin. Honestly, I loved how he still admired my body. While we hadn't been too intimate sexually lately, given the circumstances, I was relieved that he still found me attractive. "I'm glad to hear that you're feeling better though. I hated seeing you so sick."

"Are you still having nightmares?" Adam asked. His playful grin faded to a concerned frown.

"Sometimes." I shrugged. "I relive that night I got shot. Other times, I dream about having our baby and watching him die. I even dreamed she killed you... I'm fine though, I promise."

Adam came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Those sound like horrible nightmares. I'm sorry you keep having them. I hope I can find this bitch soon so you can put your mind at ease. You know, I actually had one awhile back where I got my limbs pulled off and eaten. Gruesome shit, ain't it?"

"Jesus," I murmured. "That's intense."

"Yeah, it was. You feeling okay?" Adam asked.

"It's just my stomach, but I'm fine," I replied.

Gently rubbing my back, Adam pulled me closer. "You sure you're fine? Should you still be hurting almost a month later? Did the doctor say anything about that?"

"I'm not hurting because of that." My face heated up as I pulled away, facing the window with arms crossed.

"Huh? Then what's wrong? I don't understand."

"I started my period last night," I murmured.

"Oh. Uh, isn't that a good thing then? Your body's starting to bounce back to normal."