All Chapters of Healing Holloway : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CAMILLA ~•~ I pulled away from him in that instant. His scent was strong all over me, my heart was racing. I could barely hear the California breeze blow past his window, into the room, not when all my ears could pick up was the sound of my heart hammering against my chest. His taste lingered on my lips, the places he touched me burned with desire for him. I did not want to stop. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and deepen his kiss, I wanted to take one step further and pull his joggers down from his waist. I wanted to touch him all over his naked skin, feel the warmth of his soft flesh against mine. But I could not do any of that, not when I had to be wary of the working relationship between us. I had crossed so many lines with him already, crossing another one would be plunging myself into destruction. I regretted breaking the kiss immediately I did. But, I knew I would regret losing my license more if anything ever went wrong - which was bound to happen, if I continue

IVAN ~•~ After my depressing manic episodes, always came the headache that threatened to split my head into two. I did not know how I had fallen asleep, I only knew that the cold air from my air-conditioner caused me to draw my duvet up to my chest in reflex. I was tired, so tired that I could sleep in bed for only God knows how long. I did not want my mind to wander back to the events that had resulted in my…tantrum, that was the word I liked to use. My eyelids had barely parted, I knew it would be painful to open my eyes. I stretched my hand to the side of my bed, just to inform whoever was by my side that I was awake. Antonio was always seated by my side. Immediately I woke up, he would place a damp towel on my head, check my temperature and administer my medication. I had not expected to see him this time, because the person I wanted close to me was Camilla. My right hand touched the right end of my bed, but nobody squeezed it gently. I fought hard to part my eyelids, despite

CAMILLA~•~I lay on my bed, Lana Del Rey blasted from the speakers of my mp3 player. I wanted to just lie down and close my eyes, drift off to another world entirely, but I knew I was here on a job. So, I had to focus, pick up my laptop and reach out to my community of psychotherapists. I did not give them the identity of my client, of course, but I did let them know the current situation. The man had been taking antidepressants for only God knows how long, I wanted to see how I could correct and flush his system of the effect. It would not be an easy thing to do, I knew that. Most of the people who replied to my comment let me know that I now had a lot of work on my hands. They let me know the importance of informing his family and changing the course of his medication immediately. But, there was a problem. Mister Ivan did not have a family besides Antonio and Ian. I did not think I could trust either the first or second man with my discovery. One of them might be responsible for

CAMILLA~•~ To say that I was the least surprised by Sarah Holloway's reaction would be a gruesome lie. From the moment I saw her two kids at my door, I knew our meeting was going to be an awkward one. She would either be necessarily cold, or unnecessarily friendly. I had low-key wished she would choose the former, I could cope with that. Sarah Holloway was, by every beauty standard, an astonishing woman. She stood on lean and tall legs, not less than five feet and ten inches tall, almost the height of her darling husband. Sunny blonde hair and blue eyes that completed her icy look. Her teeth were a sparkling shade of white, I could sue her dentist for such a perfection. She had daring, yet, quiet eyes. It was a dangerous mix, one that I did not understand how she had managed to pull off. When she walked into the room, she commanded my attention. I immediately saw why a man like mister Ivan had gone for a woman like her. She walked, talked, and even smiled powerfully. Her hands

CAMILLA~•~My question was met with a questioning stare from Tehilah. My father did not look surprised. He had no right to, no right at all. Tehilah forced a chuckle as she stared at me. "Why, of course dad's coming! Francis and I have already invited him. He is going to walk me down the aisle." Flashes of red enveloped my sight. I tried to sit still, believe me when I say that I tried. But, I just could not, especially when she was about to betray our mother in the worst way possible. I sat up, straightened my posture, before I stared blankly at her. I did not know when a bitter and hysterical laughter escaped my throat, causing me to throw my head back and hold on to my stomach. It was all very funny, too funny to ignore. People were beginning to stare at us, I knew because Tehilah started to kick my leg from underneath the table. My laughter died down, and I looked down at the both of them, bits of tears staining my cheeks. "You mean, this man is going to walk you down the