(Sybil’s POV)I couldn’t keep myself from shaking as I left John in the emergency room and made my way to Charlie’s room. The incident played in my head over and over, no matter how much I tried to forget it. I was sure that the angry man’s face would be etched on my memory for the rest of my life.Alex followed me, concern evident on his face. “Sybil, are you okay?”“I was just thinking about what happened. I was really scared, Alex.” I gulped.“Yeah, that must have been awful.” He pulled me into a bear hug. “Can I get you anything? Maybe some water?”“Water would be good, thanks.” I nodded. “I’ll meet you in Charlie’s room.”“Coming right up.” Alex walked away.I walked the rest of the way to Charlie’s room. When I got there, I saw that he was still asleep, so I sat down in the chair near his bed.My mind once again drifted to the moment when I realized that John had been stabbed. He was incredibly fortunate that his wound wasn’t that serious. He had needed a lot of stitches, but it
(Sybil’s POV)It didn’t take very long for Alex to return with the doctor from the emergency room. The doctor examined John. “I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said after checking John’s blood pressure, “I’ve seen this sort of thing happen before. The blood loss that you sustained, not to mention the sudden pain that you experienced when you were stabbed, can cause your heart rate and blood pressure to go down. Just make sure that you stay hydrated. You should probably eat something as well, to avoid low blood sugar.” He smiled reassuringly. “If the dizziness persists, come back to see me.”“Thank you.” John was already starting to look a bit better, though he was still weak. I knew that it probably helped him a lot, at least psychologically, to know that there was a reason for the way he was feeling, and that something could be done about it.After the doctor left, Mark came to see us. “How are you holding up, John?” he asked.“I’m a bit dizzy, but that’s apparently normal.” John smile
(Sybil’s POV)“Sybil, you promised to stay with me,” John said again, tugging insistently at my arm, “I really want you to stay here.”“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving. I’ll be right back.” I smiled and shook my head at how clingy he was being. It usually bothered me when he behaved in such a possessive way, but I could tell that this was different. He was acting just like a child who needed comfort and reassurance. It was endearing, in a way. “I’m just going to get you some water. You have to stay hydrated, remember?”He reluctantly let go of me. “Okay, but hurry back.”I went downstairs, wondering what I had gotten myself into. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I had promised John that I would stay with him overnight. I was prepared to fulfill my promise, but I didn’t want to run into his mother. She hadn’t even crossed my mind when I had agreed to this, but now, as I walked toward the kitchen, I knew that there was a chance that I would have to face her. Maybe if I got John’s
(Sybil’s POV)Panicking, I grabbed my phone right away and called Mark. After what seemed like an eternity, I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard his voice. “Mark,” I said after we got the usual greetings out of the way, “John has a fever. I just checked, and he’s really hot to the touch. What should I do?”His voice was calm and comforting. “It sounds to me like he has a minor infection. The best thing to do is to give him something to control his fever, like aspirin, and put a cool, wet cloth on his forehead. Keep him hydrated, of course. I’m sure he’ll be fine after sleeping it off. If not, call me back.”“Thanks, I’ll do all of that.” After we said our goodbyes and hung up, I set about gathering all of the things that Mark had told me would help bring down John’s fever.John took the pills when I handed them to him. As I sat down on the side of the bed to place a cold compress on his forehead, he reached up with his good hand and lightly brushed my fingers. “Come and lie down b
(John’s POV)The fact that there weren’t any usable condoms should have stopped us before we ended up going too far, but I wanted her so badly that I was prepared to risk it. I still felt a bit hot, even though it wasn’t nearly as bad as the night before, and I knew that feeling her cool skin against me would help a lot.It was obvious that she wanted me just as much, if not more. Unfortunately, because of my injured arm, I had to be careful of the way that I moved. Sybil was aware of this, and took control but very gently. She knew exactly what I liked. Her hands and mouth were roaming all over my body. Once I was inside her, she moved slowly at first, then progressively faster and faster, until we both climaxed.Afterwards, she was laying on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but think about the last time we had done this. That, of course, had ended badly. I knew now that it had been wrong of me to accuse her of poking holes in all of the condoms. She wasn’t th
(Sybil’s POV)When I woke up next to John, I scolded myself for getting carried away once again. It had seemed like the right thing to do in the heat of the moment, but now that I was able to think clearly, I knew that I had made a mistake.I looked at John, who was sleeping soundly beside me. He had a satisfied smile on his face, I noticed. He obviously didn’t think that this was a mistake, which infuriated me. This wasn’t getting us any closer to a divorce.I got up and put some clothes on. It was still early in the day, but I desperately needed a drink, so I decided to go to Darcy’s. I knew that I would be able to find something to drink in the house, but I was also hoping to talk to Emma. By going to Darcy’s, I would be able to do both.When I got there, I was surprised to find Mark sitting in one of the booths. “Hi, Mark,” I said, waving to him, “what brings you here?”He looked at me and gave me a small smile. “I’m day-drinking,” he said, raising his glass.Emma walked over to u
(Sybil’s POV)I was beyond nervous as I sat in a chair at Othello Magazine’s headquarters later that day, waiting to meet the chief editor. Emma had made this happen, and I would forever be grateful to her for telling her friend about me, but I was suddenly filled with a feeling of self-doubt. What if the chief editor ended up not liking me, or didn’t like my story after she’d had more time to think about it? I knew how harmful it was to think these things, but I couldn’t keep those thoughts out of my head.The last time that I was nervous to this extent was when I took all of those pregnancy tests. That situation had worked out to my advantage, I reminded myself. Maybe this one would as well.I looked around, and saw a man walking by. He looked so familiar, and it took me a minute to place him. Liam had been a teacher’s assistant with Willa’s class when she was pretending to study creative writing at university. I had met him a few times back then, when I had to hand in Willa’s assi
(Alex’s POV)I drove up to the headquarters of Othello Magazine, wondering how Sybil’s interview went. I hoped that she could get her story published. That could be the start of a great career for her. After parking the car, I got out to see if she was outside. She wasn’t there yet, so I leaned against the car and waited.After a couple of minutes, I saw her walk out of the building, but she wasn’t alone. She was deep in conversation with this guy, looking like she was enjoying his company. I took a closer look at the guy. He definitely looked familiar, but where had I seen him before? I racked my brain, trying to think of who this guy could be. It bugged me that I couldn’t figure it out.I guessed that he was a publisher of some sort. I mean, why else would he be in that building? As I watched him talk to Sybil, flashing her a bright smile with his perfectly straight white teeth, I realized that my annoyance wasn’t just due to the fact that I couldn’t seem to identify him, even thoug