are you questioning yourself about this? We did nothing
wrong.”
“I let you suck my dick in
front of strangers. I fingered you to orgasm so the people around us could
watch. What the hell?! That’s not me, not who I want to be. I’m sorry for all
of it.”
He strides around me and leaves
my office, while I drop to one of my chairs and fall apart, sobbing so hard I
can’t see two feet in front of me. Not even five minutes later James is there
on his knees between my legs, arms wrapped around me as I cry. He doesn’t say a
word; he just holds me. This should be Finn holding me, not James, but I’m
needy enough in this moment to take the comfort from a friend. Once I’m calm,
James drives me home and tells me to take the next night off, so I do. I spend
the next couple of days holed up in my studio painting away my heartbreak.
Chapter
Nine: Darcy
Finn walked out on me over a
week ago and I’m still not sleeping well, so when my phone rings at 6:30 a.m., I
groan with exhaustion as I answer it.
“Darcy. It’s Agnes.”
“Hi, Agnes. Is everything
okay?”
“Not really, dear. Georgia
had a rough night. The doctor would like to meet with you this afternoon if you
are able to be here.”
“What time?”
“Around five o’clock if you
can.”
“I’ll be there. Agnes, thank
you for calling. Tell Georgia I love her and I’ll be there today.”
“Okay, dear. I’ll still be
here when you get here. Oh, and don’t bring her anything to eat. She hasn’t
been swallowing so well. I don’t want you to waste your money.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I quietly
respond. I always bring Georgia meals or treats when I come. I love to see her
eyes light up when she realizes I brought one of her favorites. For her to not
be eating, it must be getting worse.
After the phone call, I roll
out of bed and prepare for my day. Then I drive to my office to sign off on
time sheets so I can leave town. I inform James and Charles where I’ll be and
drive the two hours north to see my sister.
I arrive early and walk to
the community room. This is usually where I find her during the day, doing some
kind of craft, playing checkers or watching television with her friends. She’s
not there and none of the other residents have seen her, so I go to her room.
As I cross the threshold, my heart drops. My sweet Georgia is lying in bed
watching cartoons. She’s not out of her pajamas, and she’s very quiet. On a
normal day cartoons make her giggle non-stop. I can usually hear her down the
hall as I approach.
“Hey, baby sister!” I croon,
trying to get a rise out of her.
Usually, this is when she huffs, I’m not a baby, don’t call me that . Instead, her eyes turn to me briefly and
back to the television, and she doesn’t give me a hello.
“Georgia,” I say this time as
I sit on the edge of her bed like I did when she was a little girl. I run my
fingers in soft strokes through the choppy bangs across her forehead. They’re
finally growing out, but I made the staff hide all the scissors so she wouldn't
cut her own hair again. Her eyes shift back to me almost as if she’s waiting
for me to talk to her.
“I missed you, sister. Are
you feeling bad?” She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything. Her silence
really makes me nervous. She’s a chatty girl with me most of the time.
“Nurse Agnes told me
you haven’t been eating. You want me to go to the store and get you a sub
sandwich? I’ll get your favorite, and I’ll even order extra pickles.” She
shakes her head again and goes back to watching television. My sister is never
this subdued. She’s full of animation and energy at all hours of the day.
A sour feeling builds in my
stomach. Whatever is going on with her is not normal, and I’m afraid of what
Doc will say about this. Georgia is three years younger than I am. She was born
with Down syndrome and a multitude of other things. It’s probably a miracle
she’s made it this far. She’s my last
wrong.”
“I let you suck my dick in
front of strangers. I fingered you to orgasm so the people around us could
watch. What the hell?! That’s not me, not who I want to be. I’m sorry for all
of it.”
He strides around me and leaves
my office, while I drop to one of my chairs and fall apart, sobbing so hard I
can’t see two feet in front of me. Not even five minutes later James is there
on his knees between my legs, arms wrapped around me as I cry. He doesn’t say a
word; he just holds me. This should be Finn holding me, not James, but I’m
needy enough in this moment to take the comfort from a friend. Once I’m calm,
James drives me home and tells me to take the next night off, so I do. I spend
the next couple of days holed up in my studio painting away my heartbreak.
Chapter
Nine: Darcy
Finn walked out on me over a
week ago and I’m still not sleeping well, so when my phone rings at 6:30 a.m., I
groan with exhaustion as I answer it.
“Darcy. It’s Agnes.”
“Hi, Agnes. Is everything
okay?”
“Not really, dear. Georgia
had a rough night. The doctor would like to meet with you this afternoon if you
are able to be here.”
“What time?”
“Around five o’clock if you
can.”
“I’ll be there. Agnes, thank
you for calling. Tell Georgia I love her and I’ll be there today.”
“Okay, dear. I’ll still be
here when you get here. Oh, and don’t bring her anything to eat. She hasn’t
been swallowing so well. I don’t want you to waste your money.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I quietly
respond. I always bring Georgia meals or treats when I come. I love to see her
eyes light up when she realizes I brought one of her favorites. For her to not
be eating, it must be getting worse.
After the phone call, I roll
out of bed and prepare for my day. Then I drive to my office to sign off on
time sheets so I can leave town. I inform James and Charles where I’ll be and
drive the two hours north to see my sister.
I arrive early and walk to
the community room. This is usually where I find her during the day, doing some
kind of craft, playing checkers or watching television with her friends. She’s
not there and none of the other residents have seen her, so I go to her room.
As I cross the threshold, my heart drops. My sweet Georgia is lying in bed
watching cartoons. She’s not out of her pajamas, and she’s very quiet. On a
normal day cartoons make her giggle non-stop. I can usually hear her down the
hall as I approach.
“Hey, baby sister!” I croon,
trying to get a rise out of her.
Usually, this is when she huffs, I’m not a baby, don’t call me that . Instead, her eyes turn to me briefly and
back to the television, and she doesn’t give me a hello.
“Georgia,” I say this time as
I sit on the edge of her bed like I did when she was a little girl. I run my
fingers in soft strokes through the choppy bangs across her forehead. They’re
finally growing out, but I made the staff hide all the scissors so she wouldn't
cut her own hair again. Her eyes shift back to me almost as if she’s waiting
for me to talk to her.
“I missed you, sister. Are
you feeling bad?” She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything. Her silence
really makes me nervous. She’s a chatty girl with me most of the time.
“Nurse Agnes told me
you haven’t been eating. You want me to go to the store and get you a sub
sandwich? I’ll get your favorite, and I’ll even order extra pickles.” She
shakes her head again and goes back to watching television. My sister is never
this subdued. She’s full of animation and energy at all hours of the day.
A sour feeling builds in my
stomach. Whatever is going on with her is not normal, and I’m afraid of what
Doc will say about this. Georgia is three years younger than I am. She was born
with Down syndrome and a multitude of other things. It’s probably a miracle
she’s made it this far. She’s my last
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