Crushed
508 Words
Annie
I was eight months pregnant when the car accident happened. I was on my way to work early one morning and a city worker ran a red light and plowed into my small car. I damn near went into labor from it. Once the risk of labor had passed, I was suffering from migraines and a broken wrist. I decided to seek chiropractic care. After searching online, I found a little office that also had a physical therapist and massage therapist in office. I called and a pleasant voice answered. We quickly scheduled an appointment to meet the team.
I arrived a few minutes early to the sound of men laughing quietly in the back of the small office. A beautiful slender red headed woman greeted me, and I instantly liked her. “Hi I’m here for an auto injury.” Just after saying that a handsome tall dark-haired man came from the back and introduced himself as Dr. Fritterson. Behind me I felt a strange presence. I turned to find out who it was and met with a pair of incredibly deep and clear blue eyes. He wasn’t as tall as the chiropractor, but he stole my breath away. Then the receptionist got up, grabbed his arm, and shoved him into the back. The contact she had on him made me grumble in my chest. I was surprised by my actions and apparently so was the doctor because he quickly cleared his throat and continued with his appointment. Throughout the appointment I couldn’t help how my mind wandered to the man I saw and how I reacted to him. It was decided that after my baby was born I would start physical therapy with Kevin.
After my baby boy was gone my world was close to perfect, since the first meeting with Kevin I couldn’t keep my mind off him. This has never happened to me and I felt pretty rotten about that. My first appointment with Kevin had my head spinning, he was smart and kind and I did everything I could to keep my distance from him. Throughout the months our friendship grew as did my attraction to him. At the same time my relationship with my husband was heading down hill. We always fought about work and how much he’d been drinking. After my therapy ended I fell into a depression that sparked a fight bigger than any other one we had.
I decided I needed a break for a few minutes so in the late evening I told him I was going for a hair cut and that I would be home right after. When I got home there were no cars in the driveway. Knowing how much Andrew drank made me worry he took the kids out while he was drunk. I race inside yelling for my little ones. When I got I response I called Andrews cell phone praying for an answer. The answer I got though chilled my bones.
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