Healing Hearts 8_ Teach Me What Love Is

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer


Andrew Price sat in his truck across from the elementary school. Mercy was a quiet beach town. A place where families loved to raise their children. Where they felt safe and secure with the local police patrolling and basically very low crime rates. That unrealistic perspective made these people sitting targets. If he had his sniper rifle, he could knock them off one after the next and no one would know where it came from. He felt uneasy just thinking that. His focus was on his little beauty. The sweet, sensual blonde, as she watched the little kids playing and received hugs on her legs against the long floral skirt she wore today. His woman, or at least she used to be.

Faith was everything to him. She kept him sane, calmed him, but the demons were too powerful. The stresses of life and what he wanted, what he deserved cost him everything. Including almost his sanity. That was why he needed her, or at minimum to see her, to watch her, to know she was there and that when the time came he could have her once again. He needed to be patient though. He was working too many things right now. Today was a risk, coming here, seeking her out. He drove the three hours but it was worth it. A whole year passed and his woman looked even more beautiful.

She didn’t know how gorgeous she was, how appealing. So shy and innocent, a virgin. His virgin he never had the opportunity to claim because he screwed up. In his job, in his relationship with her, and securing his hold on her heart and on her soul. He would work on that now and from a distance. She would get his first gift soon enough. He would get her to forgive him, to accept his apology and then accept him in her life again. It would all come back together. He would fix it all.

She would be with him now if he hadn’t struck her, beat her, took his rage and anger on his boss out on her. He was too caught up in the people he owed money to, and what needed to be done to finish off his deal with Greg. He wasn’t going to settle for a shake of the hand and a “see ya,” “good luck next time,” or some other load of bullshit. He was more than capable of handling the jobs. That corporate asshole Leonard Strayffer gave orders, declined Andrew for the higher paying job because he was anti military, plain and simple. The fucking hippie bastard and his fellow business buddies were all haters.

Well, he would show them. Andrew was making a plan, and thanks to his best friend Greg, he would be able to hit Leonard and his buddies where it hurt most, the wallet, but also in their personal lives. In fact, Leonard’s wife should be getting the threatening letter and dead animal right about now. See how he handled that. Plus the pictures of Leonard going into the hotel room when he was supposed to be at work should piss his wife off big time. That should leave the cops with some interesting investigation, and one leading to a mistress. Greg’s idea, but Andrew’s was much more violent and ended with torturing Leonard and listening to him beg for his life and offer Andrew everything he wanted and deserved.

His eyes went back to Faith. Gorgeous, sweet, sexy as sin Faith who hid her voluptuous body underneath her conservative attire. A virgin he was so close to claiming, to popping her cherry and owning her for life, but he fucked up. He tried so hard to get the new promotion and that dick screwed him. Didn’t think he had enough experience and then when he raged, he had him thrown out of the company office building and then fired. It didn’t help that he got drunk and fucked around with the blonde at the bar with Greg. Or that he got busted by Faith’s cousin, and her friends.

He ran his hand along his unshaven beard. He screwed up big time. Was stuck in a rage when Faith broke things off with him. She wouldn’t listen to his pleas for forgiveness. She wouldn’t.

He slammed his fist down on the steering wheel and then took several uneasy breaths. He looked around him, seeing the patrol car coming down the street patrolling. He yanked up the clipboard and made it look like he pulled over to write some work things down. As the cop passed by he stared right at him and Andrew gave a nod and a smile. The cop looked at the clipboard and then gave a nod in return. Right under your nose. Here I am watching that woman. For all you know, copper, I could be watching those kids, and getting ready to strike. You can’t do a thing though. Not even if your gut clenches and you get a bad feeling. No, the bad guys have more rights than the good guys these days and I’m using that to my advantage. He smirked and looked back across the playground as recess ended and Faith gathered her students.