TWO WEEKS LATER
I tried not to panic. No one was on my side now. It has been two weeks since Rolan had thrown me into the psychiatric facility. The change had been so swift as I was left defenseless, confessing everything that I had done.
Wilson had handed himself over to the pack police for the murder of Kirsten. His lawyer had argued that he had acted under the influence of the drug I was feeding him.
Hence he had only gotten a year’s jail term. From what I heard, the doctors here discussing, I might actually be locked up in here for life.
“Mrs. Edna, I’ve come to give you your injections for the evening.” The nurse who has been taking care of me for the past two weeks, came in.
“Hello, Nurse Pat.” I greeted cheerfully, trying to be on my good behavior as a plan began to hatch in my mind. Today, I noticed that she came alone, meaning that she was beginning to trust me. If I got a bit better, they would be forced to upgrade my living standard and who knows soon, I might just be walking freely around the arena.
“How have you been today?” She asked and prepped the needle and syringe, withdrawing a liquid from one of the bottles.
“I am quite fine. Just worried that I might get ugly since I have not gotten any sunlight since I got here. Do you think I could? Under your full supervision and permission from appropriate quarters?” I asked nicely. Nurse Pat simply smiled.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Edna. I will look into it. You have a guest, by the way. He is sitting down waiting outside for you. Should I let him in?” She asked me and for a moment, I considered the thought of Wilson being the guest that I had.
“Alright. That’s fine.” I answered politely, doing my best to stay in character, no matter how upset I was with the situation.
“Hello pumpkin” I heard one voice I never thought I would hear again.
It was in the third year of my marriage with Wilson’s father. We were beginning to have issues then one sunny afternoon, I stormed out of the house when I found out about his affair with my nurse. It did not make so much sense at the time, but I met a doctor who accompanied me every day for three weeks and then vanished.
I had no contact with him whatsoever, and somehow I couldn’t get rid of his beautiful image in my head.
“Please be Zach” I prayed silently to the moon goddess. Even though I already knew it was him, during those three weeks, we had mated and even had sexual intercourse. He was the father to Ashley, a secret that I had held dearly in my heart for almost fifteen years.
When Wilson’s father began to suspect, I had confessed to Zach that I was married which turned out to be the last day that I saw him.
“Pumpkin, I am back.” He said and moved closer to my bed.
His scent filled my nose, and before I knew what I was doing, I enveloped his lips in mine, sealing it in a deep kiss.
“Oh pumpkin, I am glad you still have all of that fire. I missed you.” He said and kissed my neck.
“Where did you go, Zach? Where have you been? Why did you leave me like that? No communication or anything all of these years?” I cried bitterly.
It had been too painful a memory to talk about, soon he had a puddle of my tears on his shoulders. I pulled away slowly and wiped my tears.
“I am so sorry, pumpkin. I had to go. Hearing that you were married was too much for me to bear. I should have done better, just realizing that when I found myself alone and yearning for you. Do you think you could find a tiny space in your heart to have me in again?” He asked, looking as insanely cute as he did the very first day we met.
“It’s fine. I’m single now. Nobody calls mine or even anyone in my corner. I have been condemned to this place by my kids. The children that I gave birth to and sacrificed my entire life for.” I cried bitterly.
“I was just going to ask that. How did it get here? You shouldn’t be like this.” He sympathized with me and held my hands through the cuffs I had on me.
“Well, they ganged up against an enemy whom I housed and cared for about five months. They just threw me under the bus. My son who I killed someone for, so there are no witnesses or anyone to question his murder.” I explained.
To be honest, the children had not been fair to me. Even though I had fed them my bipolar description knowing fully well they didn’t have that, they could have forgiven me for the sake of everything that I had done for them. They did not hesitate or even flinch.
“Don’t worry, my pumpkin. We are going to get them back now. You don’t worry about that. You will never have to be alone again, I will always be here for you. Forever in your corner” He assured me and squeezed my Palm.
“How did you find me?” I asked him, suddenly surprised as to how he knew that I was in this facility, so far away from civilization.
“I have eyes and ears everywhere. Someone sent me the full details of your location as soon as you got here. I am sorry it took so long for me to come. I was also making arrangements to get you out of here. Now I have a plan, but it is heavily dependent on you. Once you can find your way out of the front door, I will make sure that no one can ever find you again. I promise.” He said and looked at me intently.
I squeezed my eyes shut and considered his choice for merely a minute before answering him.
“Tell me the plan.”