Haunted By Her Control

Betrayal

Chapter 3 – Betrayal



I had trouble sleeping last night, so as soon as the sun decided to shine, I got out of bed.

“Hey, Roxy do you want to go for a run?” I ask as I feed her. her reply is to wag her tail and dig in to her food. I quickly make myself a smoothie before going outside to enjoy the morning air and the smoothy.

There is nothing like watching the sun rise or set. I love it. It is so peaceful.

Roxy starts whining after I finish my smoothie.

“Hold on, Roxy. Give me a few more minutes and we will go.” I say while patting her.

I rush inside to rinse my cup out and dry it before grabbing my earphones. I won’t need her lead because we only will be running within my property.

“Come on girl, lets stretch then we can go,” I say as I roll out my yoga mat. She likes to sit next to me when I stretch but only for so long before she gets impatient again. Roxy is the best thing that came from Luna Armstrong. She protects me and makes me feel safe. Couldn’t ask for much more.

As I finish my last stretch Roxy jumps to action. I quickly start my watch that tracks me as I run before jogging off.

As I run, I think back to the first time I met Roxy. I had just been released from the rehab centre and I finally decide to seriously look at getting a dog, that might make me feel safer. I had set up a meeting with the person that Luna Armstrong had given me. I remember being worried that she might be there but I hoped she respected my boundaries which she did and has since the last time we spoke in the hospital.

I still couldn’t drive but I considering my mother was still missing, I had hired a driver s***h bodyguard just until I could get my feet on the ground. When I first got to the police dog place, I don’t remember what it was called but I felt so anxious that I was ready to dart out of there at any second but when I met Maggie, she helped me feel safe and was able to talk me through the hole adoption process through. After that it was time to meet Roxy and see if we had a connection.

Maggie walked me into the kennel area and showed me which one Roxy was but then left me alone. She had explained that the connection needs to be pure without outside influence. If we didn’t click, then I would be able to adopt her, which makes sense.

I watch her watching me and put out my hand, so if she decides to come closer, she could smell me. After a few minutes of her watching me, I decide to sit down and let her get used to my presence. She watches me but does it only by looking in my direct every few minutes. It was only when a loud noise scares me that her eyes perk up and she quickly checks out her surroundings by walking around. When she finishes, she stops in front of me before finally sniffing my hand.

For the next few hours, we both just sat next to each other. Her presence comforted me, so much I almost fell asleep. I left at dinner time not before making sure I could return the next day.

Maggie said that she was surprised that Roxy even approached me. Roxy had only done that once and that was with her trainer and partner that was unfortunately kill in action earlier that year. That’s why they were trying to rehome her. None of the other police in the K9 unit could make a connection to partner with her.

Over the next few visits out bond grew stronger and stronger and once I found a place, I completed the adoption process and she came home with me. I guess in a way we had our own bad past and just fit together like broken puzzle pieces.

 “Time to rest Roxy” I huff out, before coming to a stop. I look at my watch and notice that I have ran 4km so far. Half way there. I take sip of my water before forcing myself to start running again.

When I arrive back at my house, I am ready to pass out but instead I force my self to stretch it out. Roxy, drinks some water before joining my side. As I am finishing my stretches, Stacia walks out look half asleep.

“Why are the hell, are you up so early? Wait have you been running?” she groans out.

“Still hate mornings I see,” I joke.

“Shut up” she growls.

“I will go and make you a coffee to cheer you up.” I say while patting her shoulder.

“That will be great.”

I laugh as I walk off into the house. I make myself another smoothie while I make her coffee and some toast. I love smoothies that I have them like 10 times a day but not always with milk. Once it is all done, I take them out to her. The morning sun is already getting hot with no sign of wind. Might be a good day to go out onto the water.

“Here you go, enjoy” I smirk out.

“Thanks,” she says before quickly sipping the coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask.

“Um to be honest, it took a while to get to sleep after us talking. But the country air and the soft mattress had me asleep pretty quick once I relaxed enough.”

“That’s good to hear, that is why I moved up here.” I explain.

“It truly is beautiful and it suits you,” she says.

“Thanks, unfortunately I have to come back down to Melbourne soon to sort something out with my parents company,” I explain.

“Ah yeah, I forgot you inherit that as of tomorrow when you turn 21.”

“Unfortunately,” I mumble.

“Do you think you might have time to have some lunch with me, when you are down?” she asks.

“I will make time if that’s what you want.” I reply.

“It would be nice. Would it be okay if I reach out to Max?”

“Of course, I’m still confused as to why you guys cut me out” I say holding back my anger.

“Okay so back to memory lane then, it will be cleared up soon.” She vaguely remarks once again.

“You being Vague, is quite frustrating. But I will play,” I say before letting myself travel back in time once again.

As the doctor left the room, my friends rush straight back in.

“What did the doctor say,” Max quickly asks.

“He told her that she need extensive rehab before she can walk again. Her injuries are quite severe, and due to that, she is looking at three to five years before she can walk again. That being his best guess, it could be longer depending on how she heals,” Miss Armstrong explains.

“Anything else?” Stacia asks.

“He is worried about the head trauma, and what adverse effects it might have,” she explains further.

“Like what?” Max pushes.

“If I lose my compacity to retain memories or not.” I growl out of frustration.

Miss Armstrong leans down and whispers into my ear, “calm down get angry is going to help”

I clench my jaw but don’t say anything.

“What happens now?” Stacia asks.

“They want to keep her under observation for a bit longer and then they have suggested some rehab centres but Amelia and I are going to look into some private ones.” Miss Armstrong answers for me once again.

“When will the police be coming in?” I question.

“Not till later today”

“I starting to feel quite tired, I think I need to rest for a bit,” I say before lowing the bed so I was laying. No one says anything except someone turns off the lights. Before not I am asleep.

As I travel out of the hospital room and back to my sunny property, I turn to Stacia, “So, the question is did anything happen when I was asleep? Because I remember you guys still being there when I woke up.” I ask.

“Guess it is my turn to give you a tell all,” she says.

“Hmm its only right.” I remark back.

“Well, I can only tell you a bit because there is still more of your side to hear before you find out the real reason for Max and I departure.”

“Lovely” I remark.

“I see your sarcasm is still quite strong,” she bites back.

“Of course.”

“Okay once we were sure, you were asleep. Max and I decided to have a talk with Miss Armstrong. We didn’t like her being in charge of your care. The only problem being she had a lot of power and was an adult. Where we were still kids with no real power or control. She made it clear that we were only in that room because she permits it. She wasn’t very nice about it either. I think that is one of the main reason Max still struggle. I know he believes that he still blames you, even though it was out of your control. But I think he blames his self above all.”

“I am ashamed of how I let her treat me. I wish I could change it but I can’t. One of the psychologist that I saw, explain to me why but it doesn’t help” I admit.

“He struggles with the fact that you haven’t reached out to him over all this years.” She admits.

“Did you guys ever think I was as lost as you were. I woke up one day to find you and him gone. After everything that had happened to me and what I was dealing with, I needed a support system. Not to be left without anything.” I growl, getting frustrated.

Stacia looks taken back.

“I need some time to think. I am going to have a shower. Your welcome to have one yourself. Then we can go into town and continue this bloody lovely walk down memory lane,” I say before walking off, Roxy follows closely behind me.