What Was I Thinking? LXVII


The seconds that followed ticked away in slow motion. The realization of what had just happened seemed to sink in deeper with every second. We broke apart, both falling to the ground, the gun rolling to the ground. Fitz picked it up and hid it in his coat. The others glanced at Adam, thinking he…

What Was I Thinking? LXVI


Fitz’s eyes flicked open. He glanced at the bedside clock. 3:45a.m. There was something urgent he needed to take care of. Aha! The gun! Just when he tried getting up, his wife’s arm which circled his waist tightened its grip. He tried freeing himself but she squirmed, murmuring “Please don’t go; just five more minutes,”…

What Was I Thinking? LXV


My patience had completely run out. If he wasn’t holding our baby, I’d have tried Fitz’s strangling method on him. It worked on me, it should work on him just fine. I was still chewing on the mischievous plan when he spoke. “You were already headed somewhere when I arrived, right?” “How do I know…

What Was I Thinking? LXIV


When I arrived home, the place was dead quiet. Had Fitz gone to sleep already? At least, I wouldn’t have to face him feeling like crap. But my sigh of relief was short-lived when my gaze fell on his form at the dining table after I had put my bag down. I was so stunned…

What Was I Thinking? LXIII


The first thing I did when I got home was have a hot shower. I was hoping that the warmth of the water would calm down the hysterical voices in my head but all it did was subtly scald my body. I got out of the shower and helped myself to some good food. Yeah,…

What Was I Thinking? LXI


“I can’t believe you of all people could do this to me, Karen!” I shouted, filled with overflowing fury. “What are you talking about, Em?” “That outrageous stunt!” I spat at her, pointing to the TV set. “Hold it, Em. You think I had something to do with that?” “You brought up the ridiculous idea…

What Was I Thinking? LX


Rose opened the door with her usual beaming smile spread across her face. She was such a sight for sore eyes. She started rambling about what a doll my baby was and how she wished I was home with her. I was so glad she was around to take care of her. When I entered…

What Was I Thinking? LIX


I sat quietly; brooding over what Fitz has said whiles Karen went on and on how inconsiderate and monstrous Fitz Daniels was and what a big mistake it was that I married him against her better judgment and how she was not going to allow him to ruin my life completely. My own worried thoughts…

What Was I Thinking? LVIII


I opened the door as quietly as I could, praying that Karen would be either asleep or not in the room at all as I entered stealthily. But lo and behold, there she sat with her not-amused face and I knew she would have me for toast that day. I closed the door and wore…

What Was I Thinking? LVII


“Here is the girl who returns from the dead to take my girlfriend from me,” James announced when he entered the room. We both chuckled. “Hi James,” I said. “Aren’t you going to give me a hug so I can tell if you’re alive for real?” He said, opening his arms. I got up and…

What Was I Thinking? LVI


His tall slender legs carried him swiftly through the corridors of the hospital. Adrenaline pumping, his mind racing, heart racing, and voices in his head screaming: EMILY’S ALIVE! How was that even possible? Karen said it was a long story. Was she mistaken for dead after her childbirth and later found alive in the morgue?…

What Was I Thinking? LV


“It’s not what you think…” Fitz began lamely. That sparked Karen off as she stood up with her hands still holding on to Emily’s hands for dear life. “You have absolutely no idea what I’m thinking right now, Fitz,” she said, spewing his name in disdain. “Listen to me…” “I have nothing to say to…

What Was I Thinking? LIV


“Help me!” Karen woke up with a start. Her heart was pounding like she had just ran a marathon and her body was soaked with sweat. She got out of bed and entered the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. Images of the disturbing dream flashed in…

What Was I Thinking? LIII


Staring at myself in the mirror, I realized how emaciated I had become. Glancing at my image made my eyes hurt. I was now a faint shadow of who I used to be. My eyes were puffed up, sore from the crying that has become my sleeping companion for some time now. Trying to recall…