up guys, I'll be right back." I quickly turn like a mad woman toward my open sliding patio doors.
I make the mistake of glancing over my shoulder when I hear a noise behind me that makes me jump a mile. Franklin is approaching me cautiously with his arms wide open.
He's trying to trap you! Run as fast and as far as you can. Now girl! My mind screams.
Before I make the conscious decision to move, my legs are carrying me at a dizzying speed out the doors as if a crazed murderer is after me.
I run for my large maze and the sanctuary of my garden overlooking the city skyline at its end.
My feet are running in quicksand again, my brain flashes back to the beginning of the week when I ran from him then too. It only causes my heart to race even faster. I feel sweaty and weak yet push myself with renewed vigor as the insane urge to fight for my life overcomes me.
Just as I reach the rocky entrance to my beautiful maze, a heavy weight slams into my back and forces me to fall forward head first toward the rocky gravel. My only thought is, Damn, this is going to hurt as I close my eyes. I don't want to see it coming.
A few seconds later, when my face doesn't smash into the rough gravel, I open my eyes in disbelief. My arms are still outstretched in front of me to break my fall.
It's as if time is standing still. The only thing between my face and impending facial road rash is a few mere inches.
A second later I realize strong muscular arms are holding me tightly. I scream for help, struggling against the large bands of steel.
My mind is stuck reliving that day not so long ago as fear paralyzes me. I expect to see the monster my mind conjured up that day. A voice penetrates through the fear but, it takes me another moment to recognize it.
"Sweetheart. I can and will hold you firmly all day long until you wear out. Now, please stop struggling. I know you're frightened and confused. If you let me, I can explain. I can help you make sense of your newly developed gift and all of it."
His voice is low and soothing, as he tries to coax me to become calm. I'm lost to him. I struggle even more, my words are stuck in my throat like a sinking rock.
I know you somehow just gained the power of telepathic hearing. I can see it scares you deeply and I understand. I'll block my mind to give you some silence. Please, just calm down and stay with me in the here and now.
Franklin sends the thought calmly and reassuringly into my mind. It momentarily overrides the other voices now gaining in strength and volume in my head. Yet, instead of helping, it just contributes to my irrational overwhelming fears.
I push my hands tightly over my ears and temples to alleviate the increasing pain in my head. It doesn't help. I grip large handfuls of my hair in my hands and pull as hard as I can, nearly ripping it out in a huge chunk. I desperately need the physical pain to override the pain of the voices screaming in my head.
"Make them go away! I can't do this! So many voices, they're screaming so loudly! Go away, all of you, leave me the hell alone!" I scream shrilly.
Franklin tries to listen to Jinny's head to see what is causing her such pain and nearly buckles himself.
Afraid Jinny's head will explode from the incredible pain and screaming voices, he holds her head tightly between his hands with lightning speed. Chanting quickly and feverently in a language as old as time, he gives her a temporary block to prevent her from hearing anything except her own thoughts and his, when she's ready.
What's going on here? The ability to hear human and demonic voices is not something my wife had in her past lives. She never had any ability other than communicating with the Gods as their favorite daughter.
There's no way she can have the gift of the angels, not unless....Hellfire! One of her parents had to have been an archangel on earth! That's only happened three times in my existence! It would explain why they were burned beyond recognition. Angels are
I make the mistake of glancing over my shoulder when I hear a noise behind me that makes me jump a mile. Franklin is approaching me cautiously with his arms wide open.
He's trying to trap you! Run as fast and as far as you can. Now girl! My mind screams.
Before I make the conscious decision to move, my legs are carrying me at a dizzying speed out the doors as if a crazed murderer is after me.
I run for my large maze and the sanctuary of my garden overlooking the city skyline at its end.
My feet are running in quicksand again, my brain flashes back to the beginning of the week when I ran from him then too. It only causes my heart to race even faster. I feel sweaty and weak yet push myself with renewed vigor as the insane urge to fight for my life overcomes me.
Just as I reach the rocky entrance to my beautiful maze, a heavy weight slams into my back and forces me to fall forward head first toward the rocky gravel. My only thought is, Damn, this is going to hurt as I close my eyes. I don't want to see it coming.
A few seconds later, when my face doesn't smash into the rough gravel, I open my eyes in disbelief. My arms are still outstretched in front of me to break my fall.
It's as if time is standing still. The only thing between my face and impending facial road rash is a few mere inches.
A second later I realize strong muscular arms are holding me tightly. I scream for help, struggling against the large bands of steel.
My mind is stuck reliving that day not so long ago as fear paralyzes me. I expect to see the monster my mind conjured up that day. A voice penetrates through the fear but, it takes me another moment to recognize it.
"Sweetheart. I can and will hold you firmly all day long until you wear out. Now, please stop struggling. I know you're frightened and confused. If you let me, I can explain. I can help you make sense of your newly developed gift and all of it."
His voice is low and soothing, as he tries to coax me to become calm. I'm lost to him. I struggle even more, my words are stuck in my throat like a sinking rock.
I know you somehow just gained the power of telepathic hearing. I can see it scares you deeply and I understand. I'll block my mind to give you some silence. Please, just calm down and stay with me in the here and now.
Franklin sends the thought calmly and reassuringly into my mind. It momentarily overrides the other voices now gaining in strength and volume in my head. Yet, instead of helping, it just contributes to my irrational overwhelming fears.
I push my hands tightly over my ears and temples to alleviate the increasing pain in my head. It doesn't help. I grip large handfuls of my hair in my hands and pull as hard as I can, nearly ripping it out in a huge chunk. I desperately need the physical pain to override the pain of the voices screaming in my head.
"Make them go away! I can't do this! So many voices, they're screaming so loudly! Go away, all of you, leave me the hell alone!" I scream shrilly.
Franklin tries to listen to Jinny's head to see what is causing her such pain and nearly buckles himself.
Afraid Jinny's head will explode from the incredible pain and screaming voices, he holds her head tightly between his hands with lightning speed. Chanting quickly and feverently in a language as old as time, he gives her a temporary block to prevent her from hearing anything except her own thoughts and his, when she's ready.
What's going on here? The ability to hear human and demonic voices is not something my wife had in her past lives. She never had any ability other than communicating with the Gods as their favorite daughter.
There's no way she can have the gift of the angels, not unless....Hellfire! One of her parents had to have been an archangel on earth! That's only happened three times in my existence! It would explain why they were burned beyond recognition. Angels are
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