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Pamela
Posted On 03/26/2015 06:10:18 by JBMorrisAuthor

March 26, 2015

CHAPTER 12

PAMELA

 

FROM THE PREVIOUS PAGE

Dusty jumped off the bed yelling, “I don’t want to talk anymore,” and ran to the bathroom.

Pamela threw her arms up in frustration. “Fine,” she barked and immediately regretted the angry tone of her voice. Returning to a softer but firm voice she said, “You’re still going Saturday.”

****

The sudden vibration and the Fur Elise ringtone on her personal cell phone startled Pamela, breaking off her conversation in mid-sentence. Jumping up from her office conference table, she reached across her green-tinted glass desk. Seth. Waving at her secretary to leave her office and close the door, Pamela said, anxiously, “Seth, you called. Talk to me.”

Silence.

She brushed aside the contract in front of her and leaned her elbow on the desk “I can hear you breathing, Seth. What’s happening to you? You didn’t return my calls.”

Sitting on the bed, bathed in sunlight, Seth struggled to speak.

“Seth?”

Seth swallowed and muttered. “Had a couple of rough days.”

Turning her back to the office door, Pamela looked out the window of her corner office at C.J. Breckenridge Group. Suspecting the reason, she wasn’t surprised he had disappeared for several days. Carefully, she asked, “Was it the war, Seth?”

“Yes. . .Pamela. . . I’ve got baggage.”

Close to tears, voice brittle, Pamela said, “Seth, we all have baggage. It’s part of living.”

Rubbing his head in search of relief, Seth ignored Pamela’s comment. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems. I’ll understand if—”

“Shh,” Pamela whispered. Speaking with tenderness in her voice, she said, “When you kissed me last Saturday night, was that real?”

Without hesitation, Seth dropped his feet to the floor and said, “Yes.”

Pamela fired back, “It was for me too. What happened, Seth?”

Seth briefly explained what had happened with the protestors and what followed in his room.

Fighting to hold back her tears, she said, “Sweetheart, please tell me I can help you?”

Always thinking clearer when he was moving, Seth started pacing in his apartment. “I always thought I was the tough guy. I’ve never asked anyone for help. Billie thought he was tough too but the hell we lived in licked him. I’m not Billie and I don’t want to give up. But I can’t fight it alone. I need help and I know it.” Tears running freely, inhaling deeply to breathe, Seth continued, “I’ve never asked for help before. . .”

“Keep talking, Seth,” Pamela urged.

“Pamela, It’s a lot to ask of you and it kills me to have to do it but. . .will you help me?”

Pamela laughed, “Yes. A thousand times, yes. Oh my dear, sweet, Seth. You are never going to get rid of me. You’re stuck.” Pamela was shocked. She had just committed her life to a man without telling him that she loved him. She leaned back into her chair, astonished at what had happened.

“There is something else you should know,” Seth said with sudden enthusiasm.

Struggling to control her emotions, Pamela said, “What?”

“I shaved off my hair. I’m no longer a marine. Can you handle a bald-headed civilian?”

Laughing, Pamela said, “Oh, Seth. You are a man of surprises.” Teasing, she added, “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about that one.”

“Are you working?” Seth asked, puzzled. “A receptionist answered the phone.”

“Yes. I’m a senior financial analyst. I’ll explain later.”

“Are we still on for Saturday?” Seth asked.

“For sure. Sweetheart, be prepared. Dusty isn’t a happy girl.”

“Let’s see what she says after she has met me.”

TO BE CONTINUED




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