Dion

The relationship is over - or is it? Cameron finds that those who love you will go to extreme lengths to protect you.

Chapter 3 By the time the doctor arrived I was dressed again, seated in the armchair next to the bed. I watched numbly as the tubes were removed and the wires disconnected. When he was done, the doctor laid frail hands on the still chest and pulled the sheet up over his face. If I could’ve moved I would have curled up in a ball and howled. As it was, I had no tears left to shed. Months of perceived betrayal and then the shock of finding out the truth had drained me. I couldn’t cry anymore.

Chapter 2 I waved goodbye to my secretary as the elevator doors closed. On the ride down to the parking garage I let my mind skim over the events of the past several months. The morning after that disastrous discovery I’d called my boss and asked for a private meeting. He’d agreed and behind the closed door of his office I told him just enough about my situation for him to recognize my plea for a transfer. DC was the obvious choice, since I spent so much time there anyway, and by the end of t

Chapter 1 I stared, shocked – no, horrified – at the scene playing out before me. John, my John, glaring at me with passion blazing in his crystal blue eyes, his beautiful mouth red and kiss-swollen. His arms were wrapped around someone… another man. Another man who was staring back at me with a kind of dazed expression on his face. “John?” My voice was barely more than a whisper. “John, what…?” “Get out, Cameron,” he shouted. “Get out of here!” I started backpedaling. I’d never see

The shrink's name was Lydia, I found out later. The day after Michelle's visit she came in and sat in the chair, clearly prepared for another battle. I must've knocked her socks off when I started the conversation on my own. I asked her what she thought of the idea of me moving away and trying to get a teaching degree and her eyes almost bugged clear out of her head. We talked for longer than the allotted hour. At the end of it all she asked me what had changed my mind. Not willing to rat

Darrell is a highschool football star with a full scholarship to university until a car accident leaves him unable to play anymore. When the truth about his family, friends and himself comes to light, Darrell must find the strength to start over - or die trying. Part of a series. Rated for language and some violence.

As the next few days passed, I sank even deeper into depression. I knew what was happening but I didn't care enough to do anything to stop it. Mom, Michelle and Trent came back the next day and asked me how the party went. I said something like ‘fine' and headed for my room where I spent the whole weekend, only coming out a few times to use the bathroom. I didn't feel like eating - or even pretending to eat - so I didn't bother coming out for meals. Occasionally Trent or my mom would appear in t

I stared. "A-Adam?" He was a little taller than I remembered and his hair had darkened to a honey-gold color, but his startling green eyes were still as mesmerizing as ever. They narrowed as he looked at me. "It's me, Darrell." "I remember who you are," he replied coldly. Brock's eyes traveled back and forth between us. "You two know each other?" I waited for Adam to speak. When he didn't, I said, "We used to be friends." "We used to go to the same school," he corrected. He s

I'd been on the road for an hour when my cell phone rang. I picked it up from the seat beside me, glanced at the display and then flipped it open. "What do you want, Trent?" "Where the fuck are you?" Trent's voice was a little panicked. "I've been looking for you all over." "Well don't," I answered shortly. "You're not going to find me in Dallas." Trent was silent for a moment. "Where are you, then?" he asked, a little calmer. I glanced at a sign as it whizzed by. "About four hours

I was sitting in the waiting room at the physiotherapist’s office, thumbing through a magazine when someone sat in the chair next to me. This surprised me because the room wasn’t full. Most people tend to find a seat as far from strangers as possible, but not this guy. There was a whole row of empty chairs in front of me, not to mention the rest of my row, since I was at one end. I glanced up from my magazine into clear blue eyes. “Hi,” he said immediately. “Uh… hi,” I ma

When I opened my eyes again, sunlight was streaming through the half-closed curtains of my room. It took me a second to realize that it was, in fact, my room and not another hospital room. I was glad it wasn’t, really, although I did wonder if someone had slipped up – I’d been positive I’d gotten a concussion at some point. At least, the jackhammer in my head was telling me so. After a minute of contemplation I decided it must have been okay since I was awake. I turned my head – despite th

When I finally opened my eyes, I was lying on my side facing the bedside table. My alarm clock read eleven minutes after two in the morning. I was dirty, sticky, uncomfortable and really needed to take a leak. As humiliating as it had been, sometimes I missed that bottle they had me use at the hospital. I pushed myself up and off the bed and made my way carefully to the bathroom. When I was done, I used a washcloth to rub some of the worst of the dried sweat from my body. I hadn’t qu

Little by little, I managed to get well enough to be discharged from the hospital. Trent and my mom visited regularly, although my dad never did come back to see me. I asked my mom about it once, but all she’d say was, “He needs time to adjust, Darrell. Be patient.” Trent and I became very close in that time. He’d show up every day after school like clockwork. Sometimes we’d talk about things – school, mostly, since he went to the same school I did – but other times he’d sit quietly

It was shortly before the end of semester and Spring Break was actually in sight. Our football team, the Falcons, had just beaten the only other team in the state that stood in our way for the playoffs and we were pumped. With the semifinals behind us and a chance to stand toe-to-toe with our arch rivals – the Eagles – ahead, it was time to party. My old man didn’t want me to, of course, but the coach told us we were supposed to relax over the weekend and show up bright and early Monday morning

After an incident at work brings Joe and Adam together, will Joe be able to set aside his past and focus on what’s really important?