Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
It surprised the ever-loving shit out of me that she hadn’t.
She loved the Army.
Or at least I’d thought she had.
Maybe the Army was just her escape. Maybe, just maybe, she’d needed to get away from her parents. And once they were no longer in the picture, she had no longer had a reason to stay.
I’d certainly not given her a reason to stay, that was for sure.
Two hours later, I was in the lab looking at a few lab reports for patients when the nurse, Opal, started chatting with me while running her routine tests on a few of the patients’ urine.
I was standing off to the side, with a full view of the little metal door that she kept opening and closing as she explained the process she used when she ran the tests, when I froze.
I looked straight into the eyes of the one person I thought it’d take me weeks to see again.
My mouth fell open, and my eyes slowly went down the length of her body.
Oh, shit.
Chapter 7
My hobbies include being difficult for no reason and ignoring texts.
-Krisney to Reed
Krisney
I moaned, stomach swirling and tilting, as I made my way out of bed.
I skipped the jeans, going straight for the yoga pants, and slipped them on.
They were tight.
Sooooo tight.
I was almost embarrassed by how tight they were.
Like, I probably looked like a busted can of biscuits at this point.
They were a size small, and it was obvious to everybody as well as to myself that I wasn’t a size small anymore.
I’d gained weight…and when I said I gained weight, I meant that I gained weight.
Not a pound or two. Not even five. Hell, I probably would’ve been happy with ten.
I was at twenty pounds of weight gain since my parents had died, and yeah…that was a lie.
It was because I was in a depression.
Ever since I’d left Germany…and Reed…I’d been off.
I ate everything in sight. I’d stare longingly at the door, almost fantasizing that one day I’d see Reed on the other side of it. Then there were the dreams. Oh, God. I couldn’t stop them.
I’d wake up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding and not because of anything good. Because of lots of bad.
Jay. Reed leaving me. Amy dying.
God, I couldn’t freakin’ think.
I couldn’t breathe.
And now my pants didn’t fit anymore.
Dammit!
I needed to go on a run, but the idea of running was about as appealing as having my fingernails pulled off.
I needed to stop eating food, but the idea of giving up food made me want to die a little more inside.
What I didn’t need to do was think about what I was having for lunch.
But did that stop me as I tugged one of the oldest t-shirts I owned on? No. I still thought about hitting up Whataburger for lunch on the way home from my useless appointment.
Well, not so much useless.
Maybe.
I’d been having some weird cramping going on, and I’d mentioned it to Hennessy, along with all my weight gain, and she’d somehow convinced me that I needed to go see a gynecologist to make sure that I didn’t have some form of cancer that was eating my reproductive tract.
Hennessy was a worrier.
So, I was humoring her. I’d go see the doctor, and I’d happily tell her that she was fucking crazy once I had my number one with an extra-large French fry. Oh, and the biggest fucking sweet tea that they had there. Which was big.
Oh, God.
I was getting so fat.
Moaning, I walked to the closet and picked up the first pair of socks that I could find…they had ‘fuck you’ stitched on them.
I loved them.
Hennessy had bought them for me at the Trades Days that was usually put on a couple of counties over from us. It was a huge garage sale type event with hundreds of vendors who came from all over to sell their goods. A lot of it was stuff I didn’t need, but these socks? Yeah, I’d be going back for a few more pairs, because they were badass.
My phone rang just as I was slipping my feet into my Crocs—don’t judge me, they’re comfortable.
“Hello?” I murmured.
“Hi, this is Opal with Dr. Kemp’s office?”
“Yeah?”
If they told me that they couldn’t fit me in today, I wouldn’t be upset.
“Dr. Kemp is currently delivering a baby, but we have a new doctor here that will be able to fit Dr. Kemp’s patients into his schedule if you’re interested,” Opal from Dr. Kemp’s office murmured.
I rolled my eyes, wondering if I could get away with not going and still have Mexican food with Hennessy tonight without hearing her nagging.
“Umm,” I hesitated. “I guess that’s fine.”
“Good, I’ll put you down with him. We’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
I rolled my eyes.
I wonder if anybody ever said no. I wanted to, but a doctor was a doctor to me. Everything was all the same. It was an uncomfortable experience, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman or if it was a doctor I knew or didn’t know.