Physical Therapy
  
Physical Therapy
Published:
9/18/2013
Format:
E-Book (available as PDF files) What's This
ISBN:
978-1-46300-310-4
It’s hard to let go of the past, especially for Emma. Emma Smith is a girl with issues. You name it, she’s got it. From abandonment, anxiety, intimacy, and more, they've kept her company in the bubble she’s lived in since she was young. Considering the circumstances, she’s pretty well-adjusted. But there’s something missing, and she knows it; she just doesn't know how to allow herself the freedom to accept the missing piece. And no amount of New Experiences her therapist has prescribed has been able to pierce Emma’s personal bubble. Enter Brandon Davis, her childhood tormentor, who has returned home after years on the road to build something more permanent for himself. The only threat to her delicate happiness is finding out if Brandon is that missing piece.
“Breathe. Just breathe. You can do this. You’ll be fine. You can deal with this. You are Zen.” The pep talk wasn't working. The calming breaths she was trying to take in through her nose were making her lightheaded and nauseous. It was just so hard to choose whether to throw up or pass out. It was a toss-up. What the hell, maybe she’d do both. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths—this time through her mouth—to steady her trembling hands and calm her nervous stomach. “You can do this. Maybe he’s not staying long.” She snorted softly, opening her eyes. Yeah, right. Emma Smith‘s day had been going just fine. It was her day off so she’d gotten to sleep in and be lazy and read and watch bad movies on TV until her cousin called to ask her over for dinner. Emma accepted, of course. She didn't get to spend as much time with Casey as she used to, now that she and Greg were living together and Emma had her own place, but they got together as frequently as their schedules would allow. The last time was Tuesday, after ballet class. She’d left her dance bag behind and she needed to wash her stuff, so the invite killed two birds with one dinner. Even though she still had a key to the house, she was hesitant to use it. It was Casey and Greg’s home now; she didn't feel right being there when they weren't. Greg moving in was the catalyst for Emma to find her own place. It was way past time. They didn't need her underfoot while they were starting their life together. Emma was fine with that; she loved Greg. He treated her like the little sister he says he always wanted—while respecting her boundaries—and he was stable and steadfast and sweet and gorgeous and funny. But what endeared him to her even more was how much he adored her cousin and had for so long. He and Casey were perfect for each other. Emma was excited about the prospect of spending a quiet evening with them, but when she arrived at her former home to find that her usual parking space in the driveway behind Casey’s car had been usurped, her whole mood shifted. And she had to parallel park her car down the street, which did nothing to help her mood. She was not good at parallel parking; it stressed her out and made her want to throw things. Like right now. She hated that a car was making her crazy. She hated that her bubble had been invaded by the owner of the car. Just another thing to lay at his door. She sighed bitterly, twisting the rearview mirror towards her. Her usually peachy cheeks were pale, so she pinched them to bring some of the color back. All that did was make her blotchy. “Ugh.” Now she’d have to wait for the blotches to fade a little before she could even get out of the car. She groaned loudly and slumped in her seat until she could make herself leave the safety of the vehicle. Hands clenched, she glared at the offensive silver Subaru occupying her spot, her stomach full of butterflies on speed. No, she didn't have a problem with Greg. The problem was with Greg’s younger brother, Brandon. He had been Casey’s friend since birth, and one of Emma’s childhood torturers. Emma rarely saw him since he’d been back in town, but when he did cross her path like the proverbial black cat, she just plastered a fake smile on her face and went to her Zen place until she could get home and scream into a pillow. It seemed she was going to have to go deep into her Happy Place to be extremely Zen tonight.
Samantha Jane is a girl with issues, and she celebrates them daily. A college grad with a BFA in Theatre Arts, Samantha has retired from the stressful, chaotic, extremely fun and fulfilling life of a Stage Manager/All-Around Jill of All Trades to get back to her first love, writing, which she discovered at the tender age of six when she wrote a Halloween murder mystery starring all her friends. Inspired by her high school drama teacher, Cheryl Anne Porter, Samantha is trying daily to Keep Romance Alive. (You are missed, Coach.) When not immersed in her own written word, Samantha can be found in the midst of someone else’s stories (whether it be written or on her television screen), or peddling her Wine/Spirits/Ale knowledge at the best bottle shop in town.
 
 


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