Wednesday, 7 October 2015


When my sister, Isabelle showed up, just ahead of a tropical storm, nostalgia and a need to reconnect took us on a ride...directly into the eye of a different kind of disaster. I woke from a coma unaware that I even had a twin and married to a man with two little girls. Although I fell madly in love with children that I didn't remember, I didn't feel like I belonged with Paxton Pierce. I couldn't be who he wanted me to be no matter how hard I tried. But things aren't always as they seem. I fought my own demons, trying not to be the submissive he required me to be, yet I craved it like a drug. I wanted him.
Once upon a time I was an identical twin.
And then I wasn't.

The next time I woke the
window revealed darkness. I felt irritated but wasn’t sure why. Maybe because
the neurologist never came like he said he would. Maybe because I hurt. I hurt
everywhere. Even my eyes. Maybe the agitation came from seeing him. Why? Why
was he there? Why couldn’t he just go away? I gave him a dirty look and hit my
call button. 
Paxton nobly walked to my
side. “I can help you. What do you need?”
I shoved his hand away from
mine. With all my might, I tried to move. Just rolling to my side caused
excruciating pain. Pain like I had never felt in my life. At least not that I
My voice raised, yet it was
faint. “I want out of this bed, I want to know what’s wrong with me, and I want
you to go away. That’s what I need!” Faded words was all that I could muster.
It even pained me to raise my voice. My muscles didn’t work, and the ones that
did, hurt too much to move.
“Seriously? Tears? Give me a
fucking break,” Paxton said, arrogant tone and all.
I wanted to tell him off,
tell him to go fuck himself. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they
never formed in my mouth. The pain wouldn’t let them.
“What can we do for you,
Gabriella?” Another new nurse asked. She moved around me, checking vitals and
the drip in my I.V. while she spoke.
“I have to pee, and I need
something for pain.”
“You have a catheter, but I
can give you something for the pain. Tell me where the pain level is, one to
“Ten, more than ten. Oh, God.
Give me something. Please,” I begged. My neck and shoulders hurt every time I
moved my head, but I couldn’t help it. I was in unbearable pain, and nothing
else was on my mind. I just wanted it to stop.
“Where’s the pain,
“I don’t know. All over. My
head, my neck, my back, my leg. It hurts everywhere. And it still feels like I
have to pee.”
“Let me get you some
Dilaudid. I’ll be right back.”
I squirmed as much as
possible while I waited for relief, holding a flat hand over my face. Trying to
squeeze the pain from my temples didn’t work at all. It still hurt.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. Just
relax.” Soft words were whispered into my ear and Paxton’s warm body blanketed
my chest. His hands moved around me and he held me close to him. The scent of
“Stop fighting it, Gabriella. You’re only making it worse. You’re okay. I’ve
got you,” he said in a quiet tone while leaving soft kisses around my neck.
It’s stupid, but it did feel like it helped, like maybe some of the pain was

Tears slid down both of my
eyes and he kissed them away, shushing me with soft words. Confusing emotions
flooded my body while I wept in the arms of a man I didn’t know. I didn’t know
what to say, what to feel, what to do, nothing. I knew nothing. 

My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don't know what genre I write in.  People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy's, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn't make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing, are friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff.Happy Reading.

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