Page 2 of Affair
I breathed it.
And I nearly died because of it.
I was going downhill fast, refusing to eat, move, or do anything that involved survival.
Only, that didn’t last for long.
As The Hunters got desperate, unable to coax me into eating or living, Elizabeth Blackhawk took matters into her own hands, and I am grateful for that.
Oh, at first, I wasn’t.
That was anything but the case.
I.
Was.
Pissed.
I fought against any help because I didn’t want to live, Instead, I wanted someone, anyone, to put me down and out of my misery.
Only, no one would.
No one would help me die.
My friends, the people I blamed for all of this because I was with them and not home to protect my child, fought for me.
They dug in, refusing to let me end my life and disappear forever.
They fought with love and care, trying to pull me back from the brink.
They didn’t, but they tried.
I give them credit for that since I know how stubborn of a human being I can be.
They kept me alive long enough for me to get to the one person who knew how to deprogram me from that hate and rage.
They did battle for me when I couldn’t. At the time, I hated them for that, but now, I love each and every one of them for being absolutely right.
That lead me to my salvation.
It brought me to the one person who could reach into my soul, pull out the demons, and make me whole again after losing everything else.
Doctor Poe Seville.
The phenomenon.
The man did nothing short of creating one hell of a miracle by getting me to believe that it wasn’t my fault, and that I was allowed to be angry.
He vanquished the guilt, showing me who to blame for my child’s death.
Storm.
He fought hard, making sure I didn’t hurt myself, and he brought me back to the land of the living where I could redefine Gamble Holloway.
Oh, and that wasn’t easy either.
I fought against him, and I tried to hurt myself countless times. Only, he kept showing up, digging in, and being my hero.
