Chapter 5
I was still sitting in Starbucks an hour later when I saw Pat and Cynthia passing by the window I was seated by, enjoying the sunshine coming through. I recalled what Pat told me Cynthia said, 'See you two after the session'. I thought no way they know I'm here.
Cynthia stopped short, turned to her mother and signed. It looked like Pat said no. Cynthia put her hands to gather in a begging manner and Pat said no again. Cynthia begged again like a child bending slightly with her hands under her chin. I could tell Pat wasn't real happy, but conceded. Cynthia clapped her hands and they came in the coffee shop.
I didn't turn to acknowledge them, but I could see their reflection in a mirror on the wall. Pat spoke to Cynthia about what she wanted and turned to place the order. I watched Cynthia turn and I thought seeking out a place to sit so it seemed, but how would a blind person know where.
Her mother finished and turned also. Cynthia signed and Pat spoke back to her, but I couldn't hear what was said.
Cynthia extended her cane and headed towards me and the window. It appeared she was almost leading her mother.
There was a open table right behind me, when they reached it Cynthia took her cane and tapped my chair. I ignored it, so she tapped harder to get my attention. I turned to face them. It was like she knew I was there. 'Strong, is the Force, in this young Jedi' I mused my thoughts.
"Oh, Hi Cynthia, Pat. What a pleasant surprise." I said beaming a smile trying to act surprised.
"Well fancy meeting you here, Ms. Anderson." Pat said.
"Chloe, please, we're friends. Please come sit with me if you wish." I offered.
Cynthia found a seat across from me, rather quickly and Pat sat in between us. It amazed me the perception Cynthia has of her surroundings.
"I have to freshen up Cynthia dear, need to join me?" Pat asked.
Cynthia shook her head while rummaging in her over sized purse, more like a satchel pulling out what looked like a laptop. I was a bit shocked to say the least.
The barista brought their lattes to the table as Cynthia fired up her laptop. It beeped and Cynthia sighed, she had planned something I could tell. I was trying to figure out how she was going to use a laptop being blind.
"Is she blind?" The young man whispered to me, questioning the laptop he was seeing.
I started to answer, but Cynthia tapped the table and nodded her head yes. Then touched her eyes and gave a broke signal, then her mouth. She touched her ears and gave him a, okay, sign.
I told the young man, Jason, we quickly found out, I think the battery was down in her device.
"I can fix that, you have a charger with you pretty lady." Jason said cheerily laying the flirtation on thick. I giggled, but I think Cynthia swooned. She is quite pretty, with the right attire, a head turner for sure.
She collected her self and rummaged for the charger and handed it to Jason. He promptly went to her side and knelt down to a outlet along side Cynthia. She leaned to him and took a good smell. I had to smile, she was smitten by him. He smiled when he rose and asked where the port was to plug it in the device.
"Okay where is your port and I will insert this for you..." Jason innocently spoke, waiting for a name. I quickly said, 'Cynthia', and he repeated it.
I truly thought Cynthia was going to point some where indecent because she smirked. Knowing what little I knew of her I chuckled. Jason just glanced at me with a twinkle in his eye. She blushed and spun the laptop around and pointed to the port and he inserted it in the laptop.
As he was doing this I took quick stock of him. Nice looking young maybe about the same age as Cynthia. He was slim, like you would expect in a athletic runner. Blondish hair and hazel eyes. He was well shouldered but not what you say real broad. He had the well defined body triangle though.
"There ya go lovely ladies. Anything else I can do for you?" Jason asked. I said I didn't think so at the moment.
Cynthia held her finger up, while the computer booted. Then flipped the screen up which was reversed, to mine and Jason's surprise, then typed.
'Jason, you smell divine.. Thank you for your help'
I was as shocked as much as Jason was, about the machine and what Cynthia could text out. Then something else appeared on the screen.
'Now about that other port'
"Cynthia!" Pat scolded, as Pat returned to the table. The screen went blank and Cynthia went totally red in the face. I began laughing like a hyena cackling. Poor Jason got embarrassed as he turned and left.
While he walked away I just had to take a quick look. Nice ass, the man was put together nicely. My interest peaked suddenly as a lustful thought entered my mind.
"I am sorry, Chloe some times I can't leave for few minutes without her acting out."
That set Cynthia off. She popped the screen back on and texted.
'I'm a grown woman mother! I am twenty two years old and I have the right to a life unhindered, and from being overprotected.'
'I would like to meet a man and maybe even get married.'
I saw Pat starting to tear up, then straighten up, just as Jason was walking back over. Another text appeared.
'I am sorry, mother, I do love you so very much and would be lost with out you, truly.'
The screen went blank, as she reached for Pat's hand squeezing it tenderly.
"You beautiful ladies intrigue me, especially your daughter, Cynthia. Your lattes are on me." Jason spoke like a smoothed tongue devil as he laid the cash on the table.
'Thank you, Jason, you're so sweet' popped up on the screen, before Pat or I could say anything. Then another line started but Jason cut her off.
'Are you...'
"Yes and maybe, come back again and we will talk some more." Jason said smiling at Cynthia. Cynthia was on cloud nine now just hearing that, I giggled and Pat frowned.
"Let, it, go, Pat, it is fine." I said to Pat soothingly rubbing her arm. Then more text appeared.
'That is what that man you were with said isn't it'. Cynthia texted. I was needless to say very puzzled, there was no man with me.
"There was no one with me, Cynthia, I'm here by myself." I said.
'Oh, I thought there was. Thought I heard him say 'Let it, or him go, it is okay' to you. 'The force is with you', which I thought was weird, mom all..ways tells me that. lol lol. 'The Force is with you.' The text came back.
"Oh my god!" I gasped out, feeling tears forming in my eyes. Sudden memories flooding in.
"I have to go!" I said in a panic, feeling my emotions rushing over me.
'Wait, Can I have your number Chloe', the text appeared.
"Yes, Yes." I stammered.
Not knowing why I did, I scribbled it down on a napkin with a pen as quick as I could passing it to Pat. I had to get home, now! I hardly even see the last text.
"Chloe, what's wrong dear?" I heard Pat say.
'I'm sorry! I'm sorry Chloe! I didn't mean to upset you'. flashed on the screen.
"Please, I have to go...have to go." I spoke as, tears started sliding down my cheeks.
I literally ran out of the shop, I grabbed a cab and made it home just barely, my face streaked with tears.
I fell into the sofa and cried, heart throbbing, sobbing cries. My thoughts and emotions ran away.
'Why! why today, it was being such a wonderful day for me'.
After an hour or so of emotional despair I dragged myself off the couch and took my meds, with a glass wine. I turned on the audio system and played my depression playlist. 'I Want To Know What Love Is' started playing first. Then 'Waiting For A Girl Like You' was coming up next as I swayed to the music and sipped my wine. I sipped my wine and swayed around the room, turning of lights has I did.
I shut off my phone and headed for the bed stripping off everything until I was naked as I went. I needed a good nights sleep, deep sleep to rest my brain.
I knew the medication would kick in soon and I wanted to be in bed all comfy. I downed the last swallow in the wine glass and settled in for the night, listening to my playlist. It played softly in my bedroom from the speakers that Bobbie had installed long ago.
Bobbie and I would have passionate love and sex listening to these songs. Sometimes until the playlist ended, four hours later.
Soon I was in dream land.
Chapter 6
They were at the house in thirty minutes. They literally jumped from the car and rushed the door. It was locked up tight. John began fumbling with the key code, he missed the right code, as Dr. Stone rang the door bell.
"Calm yourself John." Dr. Stone said to him sternly and soothingly, even though she was was also scared to death of what they might find.
"Take a couple breaths. I am sure Chloe is fine, her phone is probably off or discharged."
John took a couple deep breaths then tried the code again. The door clicked open and they were inside quickly.
John went to the living room then the den. They good hear the music playing.
"Fuck!" John exclaimed
.
"What is it?" Liz said, more worried now.
"That is her depression playlist!"
They both started calling out Chloe's name.
"John, where does she keep her medication?" Liz asked.
"In the kitchen." John said.
"Go check and tell what me you find." Liz told him.
"I will check the bathrooms she may have not heard us." she added.
Dr. Stone wanted him somewhere else right then as she checked out the bathrooms fearing the worst.
John went to the kitchen as Liz scurried off to the first bathroom. John came running back to Liz holding an empty medication bottle. The first bathroom was empty.
"John... John!.. how many were in this?" Liz asked him urgently.
"I don't know." John moaned out feeling desperate. "Half full maybe, almost a week ago. I don't remember, and there was an empty bottle of wine on the counter also next to that."
Liz was trying to remain calm but she was getting a dreadful feeling.
"John, call 911." Liz said as calmly as she could. "Report a possible overdose."
She didn't add the last part.
"Her bedroom John, where?"
"All the way Down the hall on the left." His shaky voice called out as he made the call.
Liz hurried down the dark hall and into the dark bedroom, searching for a light switch. She felt a hand brush hers and then the lights were on. They both gasped at the sight.
Chloe was lying there completely naked arms wrapped over her bare breasts and stomach. Her legs were drawn up, splayed out, feet flat on the bed. Her pelvis rocking ever so slightly. The perfect fuck position, then they just fell to the bed, legs straightening out and still spread wide.
