The look on Mayson’s face was priceless when she walked into the kitchen. She had expected her beloved Holden, not the one person that utterly despises her. She says as soon as she sees me “What the hell are you doing here?” I wasn’t ready to have my conversation with her yet so I hit her with the closest thing I could reach - a rolling pin that was on the counter. She went down quickly. She wouldn’t be out long which was good. I had a lot I needed to tell her. Things I have been wanting to tell her for years. Then I will put the rest of my plan in place, that will get her out of my way permanently and Holden out of my way for a long time. With them out of the way, the project will have to stop. This town does not deserve to succeed. I wish I could burn it to the ground after all it has done to me. I will be long gone from this hell hole before anyone knows that I have been behind everything. The best part of the plan is that she won’t live long enough to tell anyone. Holden will go
Before heading home, I rode by The Cole’s house to see if Mayson’s car was there. I praised God when I saw that it wasn’t there. I have to hope though that she was at our house and had not left town again. I need her more than I think she realizes. I cannot live without her, not again. These last eight years have been empty without her. We belong together no matter what. I was so relieved to see her car still in the driveway of our house. I hope she is still awake. I really want to talk to her before this night is over. I hate how things were when she left Antonio’s. The hurt in her eyes ripped my heart out. I take in a deep breath before I open the door, because I am not sure what I might be walking into. Mayson is one of the sweetest people I know, but when she is mad, it can get ugly. The redheaded being hot headed saying is very true, especially when they are angry. She was pretty upset when she left the restaurant. Hopefully, she has cooled down some so we can have some type
I received the call from Seth around midnight. I was surprised to hear from him. He was like family just like Holden, but we didn’t communicate that often. “Seth, it’s kind of late to be calling. Is everything okay?” He had a rough childhood with a father that was very cruel, so James and I would open our home to him when things got too intense for him at home. “Martha, you need to wake up James. I need both of you to be together when I tell you something. This is not good news.” “Seth, you are starting to scare me. What is going on? Has something happened to Mayson.” As I was waiting for his answer, I was trying to wake up James. “James, baby, please wake up. Seth is on the phone and he needs to talk to both of us.” James was groggy but he popped up in bed. He knew something was wrong for anyone to call us this late at night. “Seth, I have James with me, please tell us what is going on.” I was so scared that I was shaking. James put his arm around my shoulder to hold on to
I’m sitting here in an interrogation room and I should be with Mayson at the hospital. I have no idea how she is doing. No one will even bother to call the hospital to see if they can get an update. I can’t even call her parents to make sure they are there with her. Someone broke into our house and hurt her. I don’t want her to be alone for one minute in that hospital room. Finally Daniel walks into the interrogation room. I know he has to do his job and investigate what happened. But maybe he would at least call the hospital and see how she is doing. I am going out of my mind with not knowing. “Holden, if you don’t want to answer any questions without a lawyer present, you need to let me know now.” What the actual fuck? Why would I need a lawyer, I haven’t done anything wrong. “Daniel you have to be kidding me. I did not do anything to Mayson. Someone broke into the house and attacked her. I found her on the kitchen floor bleeding. We just got engaged tonight so why would I do
Mayson I can hear beeping sounds and voices, but I feel like weights are holding me down. I cannot seem to move or even open my eyes. I don’t remember much other than I could hear Holden’s voice trying to wake me up. Was it all a dream that I can’t seem to shake off? I want to scream but it feels like something is blocking my mouth and keeping me silent. Everything else is a blur. It feels like a memory that I cannot quite grasp, it is just out of reach. My head is hurting. I wish I could remember what happened. Did I have a car accident on the way home? I remember the romantic dinner and proposal from Holden. I know that I said yes. I know that his ex-girlfriend showed up. After that I can’t figure out what happened. I want to wake up. I want to see Holden’s face. I can feel people around me. Someone is adjusting something on my face. Whatever it is hurts. I want so badly to slap their hand away. The amount of frustration I am feeling right now is really starting to piss me off.
I was not prepared for what I saw when I opened the hospital room door. Mayson was on a ventilator and so many other machines. Her skin was paler than normal. Her parents were in chairs next to her bed. They looked as if they had aged years in just a night. “Martha. James. I am so sorry this happened. I should have protected her.” I felt like I had let all of them down. James had given me his permission to have his daughter’s hand in marriage. With that permission my responsibility was to take care of her. I failed in just one night of receiving his trust. Martha came and hugged me. “Holden, we do not blame you for what happened. We both know that there would be no way you would ever hurt her. We are furious that the police even took you into custody. It had to have been a robbery at your house and Mayson got home at the wrong time. When I talked to her on the phone, she had heard a car door and thought it was you. She told me what had happened at your dinner. She was hurt but she
How is Mayson still breathing? I know that I got interrupted when Holden came home, but I had done a lot of damage to her prior to that. But she is lying in a coma in the hospital instead of being in the ground. The police were so incompetent they couldn’t even keep Holden in jail. I had planned everything so perfectly and they screwed it up. I am going to have to make changes to my plan. Mayson is still going to have to die. I just have to figure out exactly how that is going to happen. She is never alone in the hospital. Either her parents are Holden are holding vigil at her bedside. I am pissed at Seth, because he has been visiting her as well. Maybe I can go in to see her. If I can be alone in her room long enough, maybe I can turn off her ventilator long enough to cause permanent damage. If the bitch won’t die, then maybe she can be in a coma for the rest of her life. That may be even a better plan. Instead of a quick end to her life, the suffering could last forever. Her paren
I believe that Mayson coming back to town was my second chance at love. There was nothing going to stand between the two of us now. She has to recover from this. I am worried because the doctor’s expected her to wake up by now. I have been by her side every day that she has been in the hospital. There should have been some improvement but she seems to be slipping backwards. Her oxygen levels are dropping and the doctor’s are concerned about possible brain damage. I will not believe God has brought her back to me to only take her away again. This has been taking a toll on her parents. I am worried about James more than anything. He was strong enough to kick cancer’s ass, but this may kill him instead. If something happens to Mayson, James will not survive that loss. I have asked the hospital to find whatever specialists they needed to help Mayson. I don’t care if it takes every last dime I have, I will find a way to bring her back. We have a life to live together. I have the weddin
The shower washed away the grime of the day, but not the worry. As the water cascaded over me, my thoughts were a whirlwind. Who would want to hurt Mayson? And why? It's a question that's been eating away at me since the night it happened. I knew I had to find answers, not just for her sake, but for my own peace of mind. When I came downstairs, the smell of garlic and onions filled the air.Mayson was at the stove, stirring something in a pan, her bare back glowing from the warmth of the stove. She looked so focused, so alive in that moment, that it was hard to believe she had just survived a traumatic event. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said without turning around. Her voice was a little shaky, but there was a determination in it that I hadn't heard in days. I nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table, my eyes never leaving her. She had always been strong, but this was a different kind of strength, one born out of fire and defiance. She was reclaiming her life, pie
The office felt normal again. Our team was three strong again. I could tell Mayson was worn out by the end of the day but she’s tough. Holden will not let her out of his sight. I can’t blame him, someone tried to kill her and there aren’t any leads as to who it was. Amelia was the first to leave the office that night. She’s been acting weird lately, even by her standards. Staying out all hours of the night. When I would wait up for her, she would get defensive as to where she was. "Is everything okay?" I had asked her one evening, unable to shake the feeling that something was off. Amelia had looked up from her desk, her eyes narrowing. "Why wouldn't it be?" she replied, her tone sharper than usual. "Just asking," I said, trying to play it cool. But I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. Her evasiveness was more than just her usual prickly demeanor. It was something deeper, something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The office grew quiet as
I know that I am being overprotective of Mayson. But I can't help it. The thought of her getting hurt again is like a knife in my gut. As we walk into the house, I can see the tiredness etched into her features. The shadows under her eyes are more noticeable against her pale skin. She's trying to put on a brave face, but I can see the fear lingering in the back of her eyes. "Do you need help with anything?" I ask as we enter the living room. Mayson shakes her head, her eyes scanning the space with a hint of unease. "No, I'm okay," she says, though the tremor in her voice suggests otherwise. “i am just going to start dinner.” I watch as she heads to the kitchen, her steps tentative. The house feels too quiet, too still. Like it's holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I know I can't hover over her forever, but I can't shake the feeling that she's in danger. "Holden," she calls out, her voice echoing through the house. "Could you grab me the cutting board from th
It felt so good for all three of us to be back together. Seth proceeded to fill me in on the projects we had been working on, his words coming in a fast and efficient stream. My mind struggled to keep up, trying to piece together the puzzle of the past few weeks. "And the big news," he paused for dramatic effect, "we are on schedule for completion of the project." I nodded, trying to absorb the information. My office felt smaller than ever, the walls closing in as the reality of the workload hit me. "That's great," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Seth studied me for a moment before his smile faltered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm fine," I assured him, though my voice wavered slightly. "Let's just get to work." Seth nodded and handed me a stack of files. As I flipped through the first few pages, the words swam before my eyes, and I realized how much I had missed the structure and purpose that work gave me. The office was a haven
I am so ready to get back to work. Holden and I never argue but we have had some knock down drag out fights. He wants me to stay at home until they find out who attacked me. If I stay at home, this person wins by controlling my life. I want to prove them wrong that no matter what they tried to do to me they were not going to win. "Holden, I'm going to work," I said firmly, as I pulled on my favorite pair of boots and grabbed my keys. His eyes followed me with concern, the tension in the room palpable. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" "Yes," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I can't let someone dictate my life like this. I have to get back to normal." Holden sighed heavily, his jaw tightening. He knew arguing with me when I was like this was futile. "Fine, but you are not to go anywhere alone.” I nodded, a flicker of relief crossing my face. "Thank you." Holden took a step towards me, his hand brushing mine as he gently took the keys from my hand. "I
I have had so much on my mind lately. Now that Mayson was out of the hospital and on the mend we could get the project back on track. Whenever I have talked to Holden, he said she was so ready to get back to work. The project has been on hold ever since Mayson’s attack. The investigation into Holden caused a couple of sponsors to pull their funding. Luckily the amount pulled wasn’t going to impact the overall budget. We are behind the eight ball on the time frame. It will take a miracle for the project to be completed on the original timeline. As soon as Holden gets back into the office, we both need to be making calls to contractors to get them back into town. We could not afford to pay contractors that were not working for over a month. Thankfully, this project isn’t the only thing that the firm has going on. There are a couple of projects in Clinton that have come in that have kept me busy. It has kept Amelia busy too, which keeps her calm. Ever since Mayson was attacked she’s act
That bitch just will not die. Mayson seems to have nine lives like a mangy cat. I am so over this whole thing. She should have stayed gone eight years ago. My life would not be so complicated if it were not for her. There is no way that I will be able to get close enough to her again to try to finally rid this world of her. After the incident in the hospital, she has not been without some sort of guard dog, Seth included. I had thought about slitting his throat in his sleep many times over the last couple of months because of Mayson. She sucked him into her perfect world just like everyone else. I can’t help but go back to the night of the attack and try to figure out what I did wrong. My footsteps sounded like thunder as I ran across the driveway behind the house. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I was so scared that someone was going to see me sneaking through the back yard. I almost could not catch my breath, but I had to keep moving. The stench of the roses that Ma
I ran my hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her soft skin, I let my fingertips linger on the lacy edges of her lingerie. Mayson’s own hands began to work on the buttons of my shirt, one by one. I could not help but moan as she traced the lines of my abs with the tip of her nail. I quickly moved to the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts with a gentle touch that sent a shiver down her spine. Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as we were both seeking to reconnect with the passion that we had lost. The fabric of our clothing seemed to melt away, leaving us both bare to each other's touch. Mayson’s breath hitched as I slid my hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. She had to feel how hard I was pressing against her. She rocked her hips slightly, teasing me. I could see in her lidded eyes how turned on she was and she was enjoying the power she had over me. The air was charged with electricity as our eyes met. We were making a silent promise of a pa
I really did not want to go lay down for a nap. I was tired of laying in a bed, but I could see how I really did not want to go lay down for a nap. I was tired of laying in a bed, but I could see how worried Holden was about me. He is blaming himself for what happened that night. I don’t blame him at all. I blame whoever walked into our house like they belonged and tried to take my life from me. I suppose it is a good idea to just leave Holden with his thoughts for now. If I could just remember something about that night after I got home. I know Mama said that I talked to her, but I don’t remember the whole conversation, just bits and pieces. What I really want is to be able to reconnect with Holden. Our love for each other has not diminished, but there is this cloud hanging over it because of what happened here. We need to find our way back to each other. It has been too long since we have laid in our bed together and I miss him so much. I want to feel his arms around me. Holde