Page 4 of Echoes of Obsession
I’ve come to but I still don’t have the energy to open my eyes. I hear the voices around me, and it takes several long moments for their words to register.
Then I’m freaking mortified.
Today, of all days, I decided to try and be normal knowing full well that I’m not. I went to a club, knowing there would be flashing lights, and didn’t wear my safety underwear.
I don’t have seizures every day, but I do have them often enough that I strictly wear leak-proof absorbent underwear.Because in the throes of a seizure, you have zero control over your body. Organs and all. My bladder always loses control, and I pee myself. There’s even been a few times where my bowels have lost control.
We’re not going to talk about that.
The fact that Ghost is asking someone to bring me panties can only mean that I’ve peed myself again, and he’s very aware of that fact.
“I’m so sorry,” I mumble, fighting to open my eyes and keep them open, but I’m just too tired, so I keep them closed. “I’ll clean it up.”
“Don’t worry about it, Snow. Is there someone I can call for you?”
Snow?
“No,” I answer. “Just give me a few to get my bearings and I’ll call an Uber and get out of your hair. Thank you for helping me though.”
“You’re not taking an Uber, Snow. Where’s your car?”
“I don’t drive,” I say, finally able to keep my eyes open. Sky jumps off my body, and I manage to sit up. “Taking an Uber and walking are my only methods of transportation. And my name is Amara.”
“I’ll take you home, Snow,” he says. “Just as soon as you’re stable.”
“Why do you keep calling me Snow?” I ask, accepting the bottle of water he holds out.
“Your hair is as white as snow,” he explains. “And your skin is a wonderful shade of porcelain. You remind me of a beautiful winter landscape, untouched and pure.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “Thank you. But untouched and pure, I am not. Also, I’m Irish. Which explains the hair and skin.”
“We do not have a good history with Irish people,” Emily says as she walks back into what I can only assume is an office.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Nah, don’t be,” she smiles. “I can’t blame an entire ethnicity on the bad works of a single family, now, can I? That’s another story for another day. Actually, the nark and Irish stories go hand-in-hand.”
“Sounds complicated,” I say. I can feel the wetness in my pants, but I am too embarrassed to get up.
“Extremely.”
“Is Maddy on her way?” Ghost asks.
“With King hot on her tail,” Emily laughs. “He wanted her to stay home, but you know Maddy. She’s going to do whatever she wants, and King is going to let her. He’ll just be right there to protect her.”
“Sounds nice,” I say before I can stop myself. “Uhm. If you get me some supplies, I can clean this couch. I’ve had an accident on it. I stupidly didn’t wear my protective underwear or my Depends today. Those are the best bet when I go somewhere for a long period of time. You just never know when I might need them. I’ll shut up now.”
Yep, my body is about to catch on fire from embarrassment. Not only because I admitted to peeing on this man’s couch but that I also wear adult diapers when I leave my house.
“Look, Ghost,” Emily says. “Your Snow is melting.”
He chuckles, and I can only pray that the floor opens up and eats me.
“I’m not worried about the damn couch, Snow,” he says gently. “I have a friend coming to give you something to change into. Then I will take you home. But, first, here.”
He opens his wallet and pulls out a card.
“Take a picture of my ID and send it to someone,” he says. “Tell them to expect another message from you when you are home and locked safely inside. Here, take a full-body picture of me and send it as well.”