Found Again

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jo walked into her cottage and leaned back against the front door, sighing deeply.

‘What in god’s name am I doing?’ she asked her dog, who was looking at her expectantly.

It had been such a surprise to see Vicki on the beach and yet as soon as she’d recognised her she felt as if she’d come home, felt as if a part of herself that she hadn’t even realised was missing, had been restored.

She was 3 years older than she was when she’d walked out on Vicki and her life had changed drastically. She hadn’t realised just how much she’d relied on Vicki for her support and strength until she’d left her and she’d had to learn to support herself emotionally. The argument Jo had with her parents about her choice to give up the corporate lifestyle and the associated generous salary had almost been her undoing and had they had almost convinced her that she was doing the wrong thing, but she wanted to do something that was fulfilling, something she could actually enjoy, rather than something to just earn money.

Did she also have the bravery to fight for Vicki this time around and tell her controlling parents to go to hell? She hadn’t wanted to leave Vicki and she certainly hadn’t wanted to hurt her but that’s exactly what she’d ended up doing. She had to be sure of herself this time because she didn’t want to lead her on and she certainly couldn’t bear to break both their hearts again.

Jo didn’t think of herself as gay, or even really bisexual for that matter, she just happened to have fallen head over heels in love with someone and that someone happened to be a woman. Surely finding your soul mate is what’s important, not what gender they are right?

Was the idyllic lifestyle she was building for herself in this beautiful part of the country worth anything at all if she couldn’t share it with the one person she loved above all others?

‘You found her again for me didn’t you boy?’ she asked the dog, who gave a small bark, as if in confirmation ‘What the hell am I going to do? I still love her and I can’t bear to lose her again. What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me, she has no reason to trust me again.’

The dog looked at her, his head c****d to one side as if mulling the situation over but his final answer was to roll onto his back and wait for his tummy to be scratched.

‘You’re no help!’ she told the dog as she petted him before climbing the stairs to bed.

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