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Learning From Love, page 1
Learning From Love
Book Two
Jessica Danielle
Copyright © 2022 by Jessica Danielle
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To my gal pals, Paige and Michelle. Thanks for the support and encouragement.
To my readers, while it’s a small group for now. I thank you taking a chance and reading my work.
Also by Jessica Danielle
Learning To Love Again (Book #1 in the Learning To Love Again Series)
Learning From Love (Book #2 in the Learning To Love Again Series)
Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Foreword
Hi! In an effort to ensure that I do not upset sensitive readers, I am including content warnings for this book to let you know what is in the story to make sure certain readers are not triggered by the content. If I have missed something in my list, please contact me and let me know and I will update the list.
The following things are referenced in the story that you are about to read:
Discussion of previous abusive relationship
Mentions of anxiety and PTSD
One
The last thing that Willow remembered was guns, shouting, and the burning sensation all over her body as she fell to the ground—and then hearing other pops of the gun before passing out.
Willow opened her eyes slowly, feeling groggy as she looked around the room she was lying in. White walls surrounded her and the beeping next to her head. And the smell of disinfectant was heavy in the air. She moved her right hand and saw an IV line in her arm. She felt like her head was splitting in two as she looked in the door's direction and saw a nurse opening the door.
The woman was wearing flowery printed scrubs, walking into the room, wheeling in a computer on a stand to update Willow’s chart. Her eyes looking over the monitor and copy down the numbers into the chart.
“Glad that you are awake, finally. Some people were worried about you,” the woman mentioned, who had Willow smiling.
“I take it I have visitors that have been waiting impatiently?” Willow asked, knowing that Amanda would be the one that would annoy the hospital staff about giving more updates until she could come back into the room. Then another thought came to mind; the last she saw of Micheal was when he also landed on the ground next to her.
“Where’s Micheal? I know they must’ve brought him into the hospital with me?” She asked, her fleeting feeling of happiness about her friend annoying the hospital staff now gone and replaced with worry about her boyfriend’s status. As she tried to sit up in bed despite the pain that was radiating all over her body. And feeling the IV tug at her arm before the nurse came over and settled Willow down.
“He could be on the same floor. I’ll check and see where he is. Mind you, I can only tell you so much with HIPPA laws” the nurse warned as she looked up from the computer.
“Anything you need before I go? I know the doctor that operated on you to remove the bullets will be in here sometime today to give you an update,” the woman asked as Willow shook her head.
“I think just water would be ok,”Willow commented as the nurse nodded.
“Want me to tell the people that have been waiting that you are awake or tell them later?” the nurse asked as Willow smiled.
“Oh, if you don’t and my friend finds out that I left them waiting while I was awake, I’ll get a lecture. So might as well tell them to come on down,” Willow said as the nurse smiled, shaking her head as she wheeled the computer out with her before closing the door to Willow’s room. Leaving Willow by herself and just with her thoughts; That went from how long her friend waited to see her. Then to think about how Micheal was faring.
The door to the hospital room opening halted those thoughts Willow was having as her best friend, Amanda, stormed in. Willow saw the relief on her face when she caught eye contact with her.
“Oh, thank god, I thought I was going to have to either pay someone off or do something more drastic to get information about how you were doing,” Amanda said as she went to take the chair that was next to Willow’s bed.
“Oh, I’m told the nurse that was in here the same thing and that I would get a lecture if you weren’t told right away that I was awake. So how is everyone else fairing?” Willow asked as Amanda took hold of Willow’s left hand that didn’t have the IV running out of it.
“Hey, I should ask you that question, and here you're wondering how everyone else is doing. You were the one that got shot and almost died, along with Micheal. We’ve all been worried, anxiously waiting for updates since we followed the ambulances to the hospital after we showed up at Micheal’s house, Willow. So I’m going to ask you, how are you doing?” Amanda said as she squeezed Willow’s hand.
“Groggy as hell, and everything hurts. But I think they have me on a morphine drip so it could be worse,” Willow said as she heard shuffling outside the hospital room.
“Did you have them wait outside so you could see me first?” Willow asked, trying not to laugh at the fact that Amanda probably put her foot down to Micheal’s best friends and coworkers, Eric and Tommy.
“Well, you’re my best friend first. We’ve known each other longer, so I think getting a couple of minutes before the troops come marching in is kinda fair, don’t you think?” Amanda questioned rhetorically as Willow laughed just for a second before wincing at the pain that action caused throughout her body. With Amanda’s face changing to worry all over it.
“No, no, I’m fine. Now I know, laughing isn’t on the agenda for a while with this pain. Which I doubt anyone is going to consider anyway and try to make me laugh.” Willow said as she squeezed Amanda’s hand and watched her friend roll her dark brown eyes.
“Well, I’m glad to know that despite everything, you haven’t lost your sense of humor,” Amanda said as the door to the hospital room opened, and Eric and Tommy walked in the door. Amanda whipped her head around to look at the two men that had entered the room, narrowing her eyes at them.
“Didn’t I say that I needed time with her alone? Yes, you guys are friends too, but we have been friends for longer. I’ll let you know when we are done talking,” Amanda said, as Eric and Tommy both rolled their eyes at her—causing Willow to laugh at their lack of response to Amanda’s question and demand that they leave.
“Oh, don’t you start,” Amanda said as she leaned close to Willow. Willow chuckled as she looked up at her friend.
“I see you haven’t decided yet? I don’t blame you. That’s a hard choice,” Willow joked as Amanda gritted her teeth.
“Fine, make all the comments you want. Nothing is going on. We are all worried about both of you. That’s the only thing that’s been going on,” Amanda said. She stepped away from Willow. Making Willow think her friend wasn’t telling her something, holding back on details as her friend stepped back. She was giving more room for Eric and Tommy to stand closer to Willow.
“She’s right, you know. We have worried about you guys ever since we came to the hospital. Then when Micheal woke up from his surgery before you and everything. The healing is different, but from what I heard Micheal say, you got more of it than he did.” Eric said as Tommy nodded along in agreement.
“Wait, Micheal is awake? I asked the nurse to give me an update on where he was in the hospital. Have you talked to him? How is he doing?” Willow rattled off as Eric and Tommy looked at each other, smiling, then back at Willow.
“Funny, he’s going to be asking the same questions when we go back to his room. When the nurse came to get Amanda to let her know you were awake, he demanded we go for him and get the full report on you.” Tommy commented.
“Of course, he has the same questions as I do about him. I’m surprised we’ve made it here. Which speaking of how is Evan? He was there for some of it, and Andrew and that girl, Carmen, let him go.” Willow asked as Eric, Tommy, and Amanda all shared a knowing look between each other.
“He got back with us as we were waiting in the car. He told us what happened, and we drove up after the aftermath while you guys were being put in ambulances. We tried to distance him from it, but he might’ve seen some things. Which we already know Pam is going to go off on Micheal for. Still waiting for her to show up since I called her personally so she could pick up Evan since it's so late,” Eric explained, as the monitor that Willow was connected to started beeping as she tried to take calming breaths to get the sound to stop.
& nbsp; “This whole situation wasn’t any of your faults at all. It is more my fault. If Pam has something to say, please have her come to my room to explain the situation to her. This incident isn’t Micheal’s fault at all,” Willow said as Eric and Tommy nodded.
“We are going to stay until Pam comes to pick up Evan. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll probably be back tomorrow to visit,” Tommy said, taking ahold of Willow’s left hand and squeezing it before stepping away as Eric enveloped Willow in a gentle hug. Before stepping away and both leaving the room, which just left Amanda and Willow alone.
Amanda walked the couple of steps to be back to Willow’s side, squeezing her hand. “You know this isn’t your fault at all. If anyone holds the blame, it should be me. It’s my fault this happened,” Amanda said as Willow looked up at her with sad eyes; Amanda cleared her throat and stepped away from her.
“I’m just going to leave. Give you time to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Amanda said as she rushed out of the room, Willow noting that Amanda seemed to have wiped her fingers underneath her eyes as she left the hospital room and closed the door behind her.
Two
Closing the door to Willow’s hospital room and leaning against it. Amanda let out a breath, feeling some of the tension leaving her body. She looked to her left and saw Tommy and Eric standing next to the door, waiting for her. Both looked at her, concerned. She felt tears well up in her eyes at what she told Willow.
“It’s my fault. All of it is my fault. Willow and Micheal getting attacked wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me. I should’ve known, but I didn’t see it,” Amanda said quietly as she looked over at Eric and Tommy.
“What are you talking about? Andrew was the one that orchestrated this entire thing. That’s not your fault,” Eric said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, I know that. But I was the reason that Andrew and Willow met each other. If my radar had been up, maybe these past years wouldn’t have happened,” Amanda said as she sighed.
“I met Andrew first, at my job. I was restocking a section, and in my peripheral, I saw someone standing next to the door, and I moved to let them get whatever they needed. And it was Andrew. He was the one. He smiled at me. I thought it was cute. But now all I can think is that Willow, I could have been Willow if I didn’t tell him I wasn’t interested when he tried to come onto me. I stupidly gave Willow’s number to him. I could have been Willow. Her laying in that hospital bed, that could have been me if I showed even the slightest bit of interest.”
“Then came the dating, and I met him up at the apartment. I mentioned running into him at the grocery store, and he tried to fluff it off when I mentioned I saw him trying to do the same move on other women in the produce section when I was going around restocking sections. It seemed like I was the only one to take the bait, essentially. Even if I gave Willow’s Number out to him, he got what he wanted. Willow was innocent. She saw him for how he presented himself to her. A nice guy that was working his way up at the company he worked at. I didn’t question things I made comments about. Like when I offered to double date with them and a guy I had been seeing. He refused, stating he wanted to be alone with Willow, and she didn’t protest, just stood there. I should have seen it, her becoming different, less like herself the longer she was with him, to where he wouldn’t even come into the apartment to pick her up but wait at the landing. She had said that it was to not miss reservations whenever he came. But I knew it was because he didn’t want to see me. Then came the glares when I saw him, at me, at her. Like she said the wrong thing, or even just when she talked. Then came the bruises that she thought she hid well. I think they started after a company party, and Andrew thought she spoke out of turn.”
“Apparently flirting with one of his coworkers. At least that's what she said when she came home in tears, when I saw the marks around her wrists, her neck. I wanted her to press charges because that was assault, but she fought me on it. I knew it would escalate. Because he was an abuser. I knew it. But also knew that he would push her away from me if Andrew knew I was talking about pressing charges. And I couldn’t let that happen, so I tried to do things on my own regarding him. I tried pressing charges for her against Andrew. But I couldn’t do anything because I wasn’t the one that these things were happening to.” Eric and Tommy listened to what she had to say, collapsing into Eric as he held her as she cried.
“Hey what Eric said is true, it's not your fault. You tried everything you thought you could without trying to get her hurt worse,” Tommy said. She felt his towering presence next to her as she moved out of Eric’s hold.
“Sorry, I rarely do that. Willow’s my soft spot. I hate seeing her like that in that hospital bed. But I guess it’s better than a coffin, right?” She questioned, trying to make a joke that she didn’t even laugh at. As she wiped her face of the tears that had already managed to stream down her face as she explained Willow’s past to Andrew to them.
“Again, dark humor. I know bad timing, considering everything. But before I become more of a blubbering mess, we need to go tell Micheal the update as he wanted us to when we saw him last time,” Amanda said as she wiped at her eyes more and started walking toward Micheal’s room—hearing Tommy and Eric’s footsteps following her, them both to not press further on the matter because that would just make it worse.
Knocking on the door to the hospital room before entering, she walked into the nearly identical space to Willow’s. Except there was a bigger window with a pleasant view. And a couch that was used for visitors to sleep on. Which was currently occupied by Evan lying on it, with a sheet over him; he was still wearing the hoodie and jeans from when she saw him running frantically to the truck, explaining everything that happened to them. The look of terror in that boy’s eyes would never leave Amanda’s mind.
“So, how is she?” Micheal asked as she smiled because of course, he would ask about her when he’s basically in the same condition. And looked just as tired as she felt since waking up in the hospital.
“She’s good, I think even better than you Swiss cheese” Amanda said as Micheal laughed, and winced at the pain.
“Hey, that was going to be my nickname for him,” Eric said as he walked into the room, followed by Tommy as they both smiled at hearing Micheal laugh.
“Yeah, well, I think it’s a fitting name for the both of them, don’t you think?” Amanda asked, rhetorically.
Amanda’s eyes landed on a woman looking frantically through the halls and looking at hospital rooms. The blonde hair stuck out to her as she watched her stop a nurse that was walking by that pointed in the direction of Micheal’s room. And opened the door.
The woman's eyes landed on Tommy and Eric and walked up to the room, hugging them. And Amanda knew immediately that this was Pam, Micheal’s ex-wife. Pam stepped past them, giving Amanda a quick scan from head to toe as her eyes narrowed at her questionably.
Pam didn’t stop at Micheal’s bed but went to where Evan was lying on the makeshift couch, waking him up, watching as the boy rolled over and saw his mom standing at his side.
“Come on, we’re going home,” she said simply, as Evan got up and looked at his dad, then towards Eric, Tommy, and Amanda with big eyes. But Evan didn’t say a thing as Pam walked him out of the room and closed the door. Her expression changed immediately when she knew Evan was behind the door—crossing her arms over her chest.
“So, do you think it was a good idea for me to find out about this from a call from him?” Pam questioned, nodding her head in Eric’s direction as Micheal narrowed his eyes at her.
