All Chapters of Healing Holloway : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CAMILLA ~•~I looked at my laptop one more time. Smiling sadly as I picked it out of the bag. The bag was meant for things I no longer needed, but couldn't find a place in my heart to get rid of. With my palm, I took the dust off the surface of the MacBook and took a deep breath before I opened it.Staring at the keys once again, memories came flooding back into my head.I could recall the reason why I put the laptop away, in it had so much about my life. My college project, my research, information about all my previous patients, everything about my career, everything I could no longer bear to look at."You're going to be okay" I always assured them."Whatever it is, you're going to push through it, all you have to do is want to push through."They always nodded in agreement, most times determined to do just what I had said.He was different, he never said anything. Apart from the monosyllabic answers he gave all my questions and nodding in affirmation to all my fairly correct guess

CAMILLA ~•~ When Fredrick found me at his doorstep, his six feet frame towered over my five feet one as he frowned. "What are you doing here?" He asked a brow raised as he feigned a scowl at me. I couldn't deny it. His expression was funny so much that I almost laughed, but I knew it would only make things worse between us. Our last meeting had not ended on a very good note. We had fought and argued about McDonald's and KFC, which had the better customer service. He was for KFC and I was for McDonald's. I mean, WHO THE HELL CHOOSES KFC OVER MCDONALD'S? In anger, I said and I quote. "You have always settled for the lesser things. I'm talking about all the girls you've dated, your music taste, and your movie taste too! Everything is sub-par!" Immediately, I rose and took my leave. So, here I was. With my luggage in my left hand and a wrapped lunch bag, proudly sponsored by KFC. I held the latter up to his face and smiled. Fredrick Turner's eyes lit up at a package. I smile

CAMILLA ~•~ I fought hard to swallow my saliva. He was the definition of "breathtakingly gorgeous"! You know when you think that you have seen the most beautiful thing on Earth, and you just want to rush to it, hold it and tell it how beautiful it is? That was how I felt when I looked at him. His brunette hair matched his beard, and his lips stayed in the middle of it all; pale red and lush. His streamlined jaw, high-rise cheekbones, and well-groomed eyebrows made him look like something...or someone straight out of a magazine cover. Speaking of magazines, I suddenly realized that I had seen his face somewhere. Of course, he wasn't seated in a wheelchair in a sweatshirt and joggers, but his face was too familiar to miss. I could have said Vogue, but he didn't seem like a model to me. "Mr. Ivan, this is Camilla Theodore." I jerked up when I suddenly remembered that there was someone behind me after all. I stood straight, cleared my throat, and held my purse firmly. His eyes moved

CAMILLA ~•~ I took the first cab I could find and made my way back home. Well, not exactly home since I lived with Freddie, but you know what I mean. All through my journey, I found myself looking back more times than I ought to. As though mister Ivan's house would appear from the blues and I would be called in once more. Yes, he was a complete and absolute jerk, but something was deeply wrong with him. His case was not that of induced depression or a lost soul that needed saving. He needed all the help he could get, all the help that he had refused in the past. He must have paid a fortune to get all those doctors to give him their time of day, and again, he was very famous. But, if they were not able to help, who did I think I was? The cab halted in front of Freddie's apartment and I slipped out of the car and walked sloppily in my block heels until I got to the front of the door. I leaned against the wooden door as my hands skimmed through my bag, in search of the house keys. I w

CAMILLA ~•~ Freddie leered at me like I was crazy. Perhaps I was crazy, maybe there was something wrong with me. Maybe I did need the help of a psychotherapist and psychologist such as myself - no! Better. That night, I managed to close my eyes and retire to sleep after much thinking. I did not know what I would do. Freddie only let me have my way because he knew I would do so anyway, but, how could I change mister Ivan's mind? It was clear that the man did not like me, and his butler gave me cold shoilders except it was overly necessary for him to be polite. No one in that house liked me. I did not dwell my thoughts on that, I could not. Immediately I woke up the next morning, I hurried over to the bathroom and took a clean, thorough shower, and scrubbed as hard as could. I got dressed in a casual pair of black jeans, and a white sleeved shirt. Don't…do not look at me like that. I was fired anyway, there was no need to dress overly formal when all I was going there to do was tr