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Passionate Deceptions - Revelations - Part 1

Laila Cole


Passionate Deceptions - Revelations

  A Suspenseful Romance

  By

  Laila Cole

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  Copyright 2015 by Laila Cole

  All Rights Reserved

  ISBN: 978-1514812341

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Ultimately love is everything.

  M. Scott Peck

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1 – Jennifer

  “Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?”

  I opened my eyes slowly to find that the world was a blur, the sounds surrounding me like I was caught at the end of a tunnel and listening to echoes. An ache the size of Texas blistered across my forehead. I squinted to try and make sense out of where I was and made out the contours of two men standing above me.

  “Miss, can you hear me?”

  I said nothing because I couldn’t.

  “I need you to blink if you can hear me.”

  I blinked once; I didn’t have enough energy to do it twice.

  “Very good. My name is James Winters, and my partner is Jeffrey Smith. We are EMT’s. You’ve been in a car accident and we’re taking you to the hospital. Please blink if you understand me.”

  I blinked once more, and with that my blurred world began to shift as they pushed me on a stretcher, the wheels of it scraping along the black asphalt below. He thrust me into an ambulance and slid my stretcher into the bay.

  I tried to speak again. “Wh-wh-where is he?” I muttered under my breath.

  “Mam, please stay quiet and let us help you. You’ve sustained a head injury. We’ve got your neck and body stabilized. I need you to relax and let me work.”

  Jeff slammed the ambulance doors shut. James grabbed my right arm and put a large bore IV into my vein. “These are just fluids to keep you hydrated, for now.” The coolness of the liquid rushed through me. I hated needles. The sounds around me began to normalize and my vision sharpened as I came back to the land of the living. The whaling sounds of the ambulance blocked out everything else as we sped off down the freeway, every thump of the wheels against the road perceptible.

  As I relaxed I began to panic. “The man I was with. Where is he?” I said, struggling to talk.

  “Miss, you need to relax. We’re almost to the hospital.”

  I begged them. The thought of his fate causing me more panic than my own. “Tell me. Is he ok?”

  “Mam, I need you to keep quiet until the medical team has evaluated you. We don’t have the information you’re seeking.”

  I shut my mouth and tried to replay the last few hours in my mind. I couldn’t remember anything about a car accident, but I remembered Damien’s face, his smile, and my aching need for him. “Damien!” I cried out. But this time no one responded, not even a comforting word from the EMT’s.

  The sirens stopped crying right after I did. The EMT pushed the ambulance door open to reveal a team of doctors waiting for me at the hospital’s intake. James pulled me out the ambulance and stabilized my stretcher. He gave a rundown to the doctor on my suspected injuries and helped wheel me into the hospital as an entire medical team began to evaluate me for injuries. They pressed my body, felt my bones and inspected my flesh. I’d of felt violated if I hadn’t just dodged death.

  A doctor approached me. “Hey there, how’re you doing?”

  “I-I’m ok,” I said, holding me head as it continued to ache.

  “Do you have some pain in your head?” he said.

  I nodded. “A little.”

  “I’d be surprised if you didn’t. My name is Dr. Joseph and I will be assisting you today. I want you to follow this light with your eyes, ok?”

  “Ok,” I said.

  He ran a penlight left and right across my eyes and I was able to track it. “Very good. Can you tell me your name?”

  “Jennifer Davenport.”

  “Very good, Jennifer. Do you remember what happened to you?”

  “Not really. Kind of.” The memories of the accident slowly started to fill my mind as I imagined Damien hanging lifeless in his seatbelt in our overturned vehicle with blood dripping from his face like a fountain.

  “That’s ok. It’s obviously early, but by the looks of it you’ve sustained a concussion, and a bad one at that. We’re going to take some pictures of your brain but as far as major trauma goes, I think you’re going to be ok. You’ve sustained no broken bones, just some bruising, and as far as we can tell you have no internal injuries. It’s a good thing you were wearing your seatbelt. The CT will tell us more but that’s what we know. I’m optimistic.”

  I tried to stay calm, I did. But I still hadn’t been informed about the fate of my lover. It chewed at my mind. I pointed at the doctor to get his attention. “Where was the man I was with taken?”

  The doctor looked down at me. “Man? I don’t understand.”

  “Damien. He was driving. Is he ok?”

  He looked down at me confused, his eyebrows scrunched up. “They only pulled one body from that wreck and it was you.”

  “That’s not possible!” I said, but the moment I raised my voice it just made my head ache further. I gripped my forehead as my ratcheting stress ratcheted the pain in my head.

  The nurse left the room and returned, pulling out a syringe and injected it into a v-shaped port in my IV line. “That ought to make you feel better. Now try and relax.” The moment it hit my system a glaze enveloped my entire body. Morphine. I could hardly speak. I became compliant as they wheeled me into the CT room. I couldn’t keep my eyes open a moment longer and passed out.