Diane's Remembrance (Second Chance #4)

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Author: Christina Escue
know the fears I faced on a daily basis. I was scared.
     
    I went home to try to help Daddy anyway, but when I got there he told me I would have to move back to that small town and help with you. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t face the demons who resided in that town, I couldn’t face the memories, but most of all I couldn’t face myself. I had become a person I hated and I just wanted it to all go away.
     
    The night before Mom’s funeral I left. I went to a crummy, cheap motel and tried to kill myself. I was a worthless human being and I tried to take myself from this world. The only regret I have from that night is that it didn’t work. If I had succeeded you would have never had to face the hell you went through.
     
    I will tell you more about this dark time in my next letter, but for now I am going to tell you something that may surprise you. I love you, Karla. I always have.
     
    All my love,
     
    Mom
     
    When Diane finished the letter she shoved it under the mattress with the last few she’d written and then laid down. Sleep didn’t find her for several hours and when it did the dreams returned.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    “Where am I?” I ask the man standing next to me.
     
    “You’re in a hospital in Dallas, Texas. You were brought in three days ago when the maid at the motel you were staying in found you unconscious on the bathroom floor. You had taken about a hundred Tylenol and about fifty Benadryl. Not a very effective way to commit suicide if that was your goal.”
     
    “Who are you?”
     
    “My name is Nathan and I’ve been your nurse for the past two days.”
     
    “Well, Nathan, when can I get out of here?”
     
    “Now that you’re awake the doctor wants a psych evaluation and then you’ll probably go into some kind of group home for a couple of months so you can be monitored for suicidal tendencies.”
     
    “I am not going to a group home. I want to go to my home. I live with my dad and daughter about fifty miles outside of the city and just wanna go home.” I know it wasn’t the truth, but if I could convince them I had a place to go maybe, just maybe, they would let me leave.
     
    “You’ll have to talk to the doctor and psychologist about that when you see them. They’ll be here in a little while.”
     
    “Fine.” I say and cross my arms.
     
    “Get some rest, because it’s going to be a long day once they get here.” Nathan tells me then leaves the room.
     
    “Like hell it is.” I mutter as soon as the door closes behind him. When he’s gone I get up and slowly pull the IV from my arm then look for my clothes. Once I find them I get dressed and slowly make my way into the hall. I see Nathan standing behind the central desk, but his back is to me so I slip past the desk and through the door to the stairs.
     
    Once I’m outside I reach into my pants pocket and find my motel room key. It has a little tag on it with the motel’s name and address so I start walking. I only walk a couple of blocks when I spot the sign for the motel and I smile. My car is still sitting where I parked it. I don’t have the key, but that’s okay because I have a spare hidden in the front fender.
     
    Once I retrieve the spare key I rummage through the console until I find Reggie’s credit card. He is probably passed out somewhere and still doesn’t realize I’m gone much less that I took his car and credit card.
     
    I smile as I go inside the small, dingy motel lobby. “Hi, I was in room forty-three. I got sick and was taken to the hospital, but all of my things were still in the room. I know I’ll need to pay the fees for the last few days to get my stuff.”
     
    “You owe eighty-six dollars if you have the key. If not it’ll be a hundred dollars.” The man at the desk tells me.
     
    “I got the key.” I say sweetly and hand him the key and the credit card. Once he runs the card he hands me my small bag and I leave.
     
    “Now to face my Dad and Karla” I mumble to
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