Page 192 of One Eye Open (The BlackWater)

She sighed.

“You might want to think about seeing a counsellor.”

“Again?” Maddie said before she could stop herself.

“You were buried alive. That’s a pretty traumatic event to go through, don’t expect to just bounce back from it.” The doctor warned and she nodded.

“Fine. Can I go?” She said.

“Yes. But I mean what I said.” He replied.

As soon as he was gone Maddie was pulling on the clothes Cole had brought her and he made a point turning around, of giving her privacy like she might be shy around him again.

She sighed but decided to let it go. She wasn’t going to go back there, to where she was after the last time she was taken. This wasn’t the same. They hadn’t tortured her the same way and she sure as hell wasn’t going to act the same.

She met his eyes as he turned back around.

“Ready?” He said.

She nodded. “Ready.”

She walkedin behind Cole and let out a sigh of relief. Damn it felt good to see this place, to be back.

“We’re just here to pack a few things.” Cole reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, happy to see an unopened bottle of orange juice and started downing it straight out of the carton. Cole leant against the door frame watching her.

“What?” She asked him.

“Good to see somethings never change.” He said.

“Like what?”

“You’re still feral Maddie.”

She laughed. “Yeah I am. And don’t forget it Cole.”

He smirked. “Oh don’t worry about that.” He turned and walked back out as she half laughed and downed the last of the carton before following him upstairs.

He was already packing by the time she walked into the dressing room and she glanced around seeing the destruction.

“Can you not pack like a normal person?” She asked him.

“I pack my way.” He muttered. “Besides I usually have a butler do it for me.”

“Here, let me.” She said getting on her knees trying to take over.

“You’ve just got out of the hospital, I’m hardly going to let you pack for me.” He stated.

“I’m not an invalid Cole.” She snapped.

“Fine.” He said sitting on the cushioned ottoman. She started pulling out his clothes, pulling it all out and redoing it, rolling the shirts up, rolling his jeans, his tops, all of it.

“You know they’re meant to be folded?” He said.

“It’s an army trick. If you roll them they don’t crease as much and you can fit more in.” She stated.

“Blackops teach you that?” He asked.

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