Twisted Fate

By Sharon Rose Mayes

History repeating itself is usually a joke people make to explain things that seem to happen over and over again. But what if it is more than that?
Amelia Fitzgerald is about to find out that the saying is more than what she ever thought it was.
After a tragic accident claimed the lives of her parents Amelia started having the most vivid dreams. The kind where the tears are very real, leaving Amelia convinced that her dreams are more than dreams. When she meets Liam it all seems to come in a bit of truth and even more questions.
She learns that everyone’s fate is set, but that sometimes it gets twisted. Of course with the truth comes a price and there are those who want to make sure that the truth doesn’t get out.
After all the good and the bad doesn’t want the world to know, people just may start choosing sides.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sharon Rose Mayes
• Release date: Aug 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311904973

Sharon Rose Mayes

Sharon lives in Lufkin, Texas with her two sons. She chronicles her daily life at her personal blog Not Your Mom Blog and has been active in the blogosphere for seven years. When she is not chasing her kids and playing soccer mom she writes and dreams of all of the places she can't wait to travel.

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Twisted Fate

Sharon Rose Mayes

Copyright 2014 by Sharon Rose Mayes

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Chapter 1

Amelia, you still haven’t told your brother about your dreams? Dr. Griffin asked me for what seemed like the hundredth time. She asked the question every time I was in her office.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Jack, my older brother, had been sending me to see the psychiatrist for over a year now. He was convinced that I hadn’t coped well with the death of our parents two years ago. I told him I was okay.

No, not since he started sending me here, I told her twirling a chunk of my red hair around my finger. Her questions always made me nervous. I would rather not bother him with them, I said glancing around her office. From watching TV, I was positive that counseling offices were supposed to be homey and inviting. Her office was sterile and plain, with a faint scent of lavender coming from somewhere. I just hadn’t figured out where it was coming from. The only furniture in the room included a huge mahogany desk, an uncomfortable brown couch and the chair she sat in during our visits. The only thing that could be considered personal in the whole place were the diplomas lining the wall behind the desk.

My seventeenth birthday had come in July and Jack who was ten years older than me took care of me. When he had the time. When our parents passed away, Jack had insisted on moving back into the house to care for me while he finished college. While I didn’t like the idea of burdening him, it was better than moving to our aunt’s home in Austin. The fact that our parents had left money for us made the burden a bit easier. We weren’t loaded, but we had plenty to live off of without having to get jobs while we went to school. He had recently started his medical residency while I was just starting my senior year of high school.

My goal was to make it easy on him and it had been working until about a year ago when I started having nightmares. I would have ignored the nightmares and he would have never known about them if they hadn’t started waking us both up at night. He had gotten woken up several nights in a row thanks to my screaming bloody murder, as he called it in my sleep. That’s when he started sending me to see Dr. Griffin, because he was sure that I was having trouble coping with the death of our parents.

I see, she said making a note on her yellow legal pad. I despised that pad. She had tons of them that I was sure she had dedicated to me and my dreams. She sat down her precious legal pad and turned to face me fully, and place both hands on her knees. Amelia, we have talked about this before, she sighed, as part of your therapy it is important that you keep nothing to yourself, her expression was kind but it didn’t quite reach her mahogany brown eyes. They were always stern.

I tell you everything though, I insisted even though it was a bit of a lie. The last time I told her everything she tried to prescribe me a cocktail of medications that made me numb to the world. Apparently because you aren’t supposed to remember dreams as vividly as I do.

She nodded, for this week though work on being more open, she said, your brother cares and he just wants to help, tell him what you are thinking, she finished just as the timer went off signifying that my session was over.

After saying a polite goodbye to her receptionist, I felt a rush of relief when I walked out of the door into the fresh air, or as fresh as you could get in the city.

It’s about time, Arianna my best friend called from the curb. She always insisted on waiting for me outside of my appointments. She knew how draining they could be on me and wanted to be there for me if I had a bad visit. She said it was because I had stood by her since we were kids and had stopped other kids from picking on her when we were young.

She wanted to talk about dreams again, I whined and leaned against my car next to her, I have to talk to Jack again. He needs to understand that I don’t need to keep going.

Right, Arianna agreed.

Get it through that thick head of his, I muttered.

That pretty head of his, she said getting a dream look in her chocolate brown eyes.

Rolling my eyes at her, he is way too old for you, I said shaking my head at her. Her crush on my brother went all the way back to first grade and the time that he got her a bandage when she skinned her knee from falling off of her bike, let’s go to the market and I will get something to cook us for dinner.

I’ll be eighteen soon enough, she smirked.

Yeah, but he has a girlfriend, I shook my head and laughed at her.

She pouted for a moment and then grabbed my arm and began dragging me down the sidewalk, buy stuff to cook for me lady.

Yes ma’am, I laughed and allowed her tug me.

We lived in the suburbs and since I had to come into Houston once a week to see Dr. Griffin I could always get everything I needed in a two block radius of her office. We started walking down the block to a market that was close to the doctor’s office. Arianna and I both liked the area, there were a lot of places to shop and a coffee shop that we went to often.

Seriously? I was asking Arianna as I laughed at something she had said about our calculus teacher.

Yeah, he has a cute butt, she repeated.

Ouch, I bumped into someone walking down the sidewalk and landed on my rear onto the concrete.

Sorry, a male voice said from above me.

I looked and was instantly caught into the beauty of his green eyes. They were so familiar, but I wasn’t sure where I had seen them before.

He offered his hand to me.

I reached up to accept it, and took a better look at him. He was handsome with intense green eyes and a mop of wavy black hair that came down to his chin.

It’s okay, I stuttered, my fault. I assured him.

But something else must have gotten his attention because he awkwardly mumbled sorry again and hurried away as if he were on fire.

I watched him walk away as he flipped the hood of his black hoodie over his head. I watched him go down the sidewalk until he turned into a coffee shop a little way down from where we were.

Earth to Amelia, Arianna said getting my attention.

Huh, what? I turned to her.

What was that? she asked, you were totally creeping on that guy.

I shrugged dumbfounded by what had just occurred. I felt a connection between myself and the boy. I knew him, but couldn’t remember meeting him before. Or maybe I was just in awe of his handsome face.

Awkward, Arianna mumbled and started leading the way to the market again.

I kept thinking of him, but the rich smell of food coming out of a nearby Italian restaurant caused my stomach to growl and put me back on the task at hand. We needed groceries so that we could cook dinner.

Even though my mission was renewed I still couldn’t take my mind off of him. I swear I knew him from somewhere. Maybe it was all in my head, but I felt certain that there was something more there than just two strangers bumping into each on a crowded sidewalk.

Maybe I would run into him again, but in a city this large I didn’t feel that it was likely.

~

How was your appointment with Dr. Griffin today? Jack asked while we were in the middle of dinner.

It was as monotonous as always, I told him and sighed, I think it’s time I quit going.

I will talk to the doctor and find out her opinion before we decide if you should quit going.

You said that three appointments ago, I argued with him, and you haven’t contacted her.

He held his hand up defensively his blue eyes sympathetic even with the growing bags under them, I’m sorry, he said, I have just been busy with my residency starting.

I felt instantly guilty because I knew he had been busy, "just