Committed (Brides of the Kindred #26) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Brides of the Kindred Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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After Group Goals was Physical Recreation. But when Torri tried to go spend some time by herself out in the recreation yard, a caretaker followed her.

“Hi, Ms. Morrison.” It was Mazy, smiling brightly at her as Torri looked up at the maple tree in the corner of the yard.

“Hi, Mazy. Um, did you need something? It’s recreation time,” Torri said pointedly. She liked Mazy—the cheerful orderly was one of the few staff members she didn’t feel threatened or belittled by—but she really just wanted to be alone.

“I know it’s rec time. Sorry, but I have to be with you if you’re going to come out here alone.” Mazy shrugged apologetically. “Dr. Burrows’ orders.”

Torri sighed.

“Is this because of that picture of mine that Tanya ruined by drawing a noose on it?”

“Don’t know.” Mazy shrugged. “I just know you’re not supposed to be alone. Sorry,” she added again. She rubbed her bare arms and then blew on her hands. “It’s kind of chilly—are you going to spend the whole rec hour out here? We have lots of room in the gym,” she added hopefully.

Feeling defeated, Torri followed her back inside. There was nowhere she could be alone now—no place she could go for solitude. It made her feel hopeless and depressed.

It’s a good thing I don’t have a noose like the one Tanya drew, she thought. I might do away with myself just to get out of this place!

Then she felt shocked as she realized what she was thinking. Had she really just been contemplating suicide? Were things really so bad that she wanted to end herself?

They’re pretty bad, Torri admitted to herself. But I don’t want to give up—not yet.

Though she didn’t see how in the world anything was ever going to get better.

After lunch—lukewarm spaghetti, soggy garlic bread, and a limp lettuce salad with gloopy, bright orange thousand island dressing—she had Art Therapy again. But when she went to get another canvas and the pastels, the therapist on duty stopped her.

“Dr. Burrows thinks it’s better if you stick to more structured art, Ms. Morrison,” she said, taking away the canvas and pastel chalks and handing Torri an adult coloring book instead.

“But…but I love art,” Torri protested. “It’s the only thing keeping me sane in here!”

“Now, now—nobody said anything about your sanity, dear,” the therapist said firmly. “Dr. Burrows just thinks that you’ll feel more comfortable coloring inside the lines.” She nodded at the coloring book with its pages and pages of black and white images, just waiting to be filled in.

Torri took it and sat at a table with a box of crayons, much too soft and blunt to fill in the tiny, intricate patterns. Color inside the lines—they wanted her to color inside the lines. Hell, the whole world wanted her to color inside the lines but she couldn’t. She was different—she knew things—things that everyone else thought were crazy. And there was no one to listen—no one to believe. No one…

The Art Therapy room suddenly disappeared and she was watching the vast black Fathership speeding towards Earth. They were coming—the aliens were coming—and Torri was the only one who knew it. But if she tried to tell them, they’d just pump her full of drugs and call her crazy. They—

“Ms. Morrison? Ms. Morrison, wake up!”

Someone was shaking her gently. It was Mazy again, with a look of concern on her face.

“What?” Torri blinked. “What happened?”

“I’m afraid you blanked out for a while. Art Therapy is over. Can you get over to the Group Therapy room on your own or do you need some help?”

“I…I’ll be fine.” Torri licked her lips, which felt dry. “I’m okay.”

“All right then.” Mazy nodded and left.

Torri blinked again and looked around. Had she lost a whole hour this time? She must have—she had sat down at the table right at the beginning of Art Therapy and now it was over.

She looked down at the adult coloring book to see if she’d done anything at all before the fugue state came on her. Her hand was covering the page she’d been about to start working on, but when she lifted it, she saw something that made her breath catch in her throat.

Slashed across the black and white pattern in bright red crayon were the words, They Are Coming!

Torri bit her lip. Oh God, if Dr. Burrows got hold of this, she would never hear the end of it! Making sure no one was looking, she quickly tore the page out of the book, folded it several times, and shoved it into the pocket of her sweater.

Then she stood up on shaky legs and somehow made her way to the Group Therapy room.

Nine

At St. Elizabeth’s, the monotony never ended. But today there was something new in Group Therapy. Or rather, there was someone new.

As Torri entered, sneaking in last and looking for a free seat in the circle of chairs, her eyes caught on a new patient.



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