User experiences vary from person to person I’m sure.  I don’t seem to have much of a problem navigating the website at all.  Not sure about the email thing though!

So I’ve found, bartending is a major escape from the stresses of many things.

I have ‘patients’ so to speak, but in a different light.  No responsibility with them.  I guess I never fell very far from the psychiatrist tree.   But to not have to worry about facades and masks and personalities that are ‘appropriate’?  Fucking amazing.

^^ All true, not PG at all.  Flow of the story, didn’t force anyone’s character to do anything with planned outcome.  HPD is wholly corrupt, and will skirt most laws they “claim” to uphold.    So, warrants won’t stop em.  However, there can be RP spread from it, like the others have said.  Go talk to a LT, get a lawyer, go to the newspaper ICly…[Read more]

If you notice that there are no events in the time you’re available,  see about holding one!

Welcome to CD!

It’s odd how you never expect the change of pace that comes with new places and experiences.   From working all the time, then with family, stretching out wings and learning more about yourself.

Now, it’s me.   Just me.  Sure, family is still there, just within reach if needed, but for the first time in a long time, I focus on me.  I can’t…[Read more]

I lost my license.

The important one, that was considered null and void when Mazzora had an audit.  It seems the accelerated program I did in Havana was not up to par.  And it caught up with me.

So, I’m bar tending.  It’s not much different than being a psychiatrist really.  And I still have some clients, just because there is no license doe…[Read more]

I’d be game!

I’m game for this!

Welcome to CD!

Note to self.  Check which account you’re logged onto the forums on…….  Oops!

Things where picking up, going in the direction they needed to. It had been some time before Kayla settled down infront of the laptop, bouncing between meetings and classes, the goal so close she could taste it. Graduate school. In Mexico. Sure, it was a quick fix around the US requirements, but it would work. It would get her closer to that medical degree she needed.

Sitting on the deck, she finally cracked open her email, going through a few of the messages, only to see one that caused her to pause. From Nia.

Mom.

Kayla sighed, just about to hit the reply button when her computer chimed, another message arriving, also from her daughter.

Mom.

Mom, come home please. I need you now more than ever. Come home to us mom. Please.

Kayla found herself in tears after reading the message from her daughter. She knew that fear, and though her daughter had pushed Travis away of her own accord, she knew that the girl had to be lonely.

Closing the laptop, she didn’t respond to the email quite yet, instead, picking up the phone she carried to dial a few numbers.

It had been some time, months rather, since she had walked away from the hurt and the anger that festered inside of her. Months since the sudden and aching pang struck her. But Kayla mended. She always did. This time, it wasn’t as easy, and far from being whole.

It was a quiet day, the coastal breeze coming up through the gulf. The last day of relaxation before the warnings and the watches of a tropical storm made it’s way inward, threatening the peninsula. Campeche. Mexico.

She had run. That was the reality of the situation. She ran, and politely took the assistance from a friend, only to refuse it when he wasn’t there. No ties. Nothing. Not until she checked her voicemail right before she cancelled her phone from her new location. That tear filled voice on the other end, crying out to her. Of course it did. When she left, she took nothing but cash and passport, leaving everything in Nia’s apartment among the blood spilled and smeared over the kitchen.

Then there was another message. One she didn’t expect. The one that was the last push for her to leave. The one she ran from. Then the emails.

Couldn’t she just pull away? Why couldn’t she drop off the grid like she tried? Josh was always able to.

She missed Josh more than anything now.

She didn’t respond to the emails for the longest time. Then to lash out in anger against the one. That one person who rode under her skin for so many years.

Then.. Nothing.

So why was she sitting on the beach, enjoying the breeze under an overlarge straw hat to shield her face from the sun, the scar upon her lip and cheek a tender reminder still?

Laptop infront of her, she began to type.

“I know I’m the last person you want to be talking to right now but I had to get this off my chest. You were right about me.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to the states. Or even Louisiana. I don’t know if I’ll ever bring myself through the shame to see them again. I walked out. I ran away.

The drive was long, but there where things she needed to do. One being to give her daughter the birthday present she promised. A nice little surprise for the young woman that would fit inside a purse easily. The Kimber Solo was suggested by an old friend, as well as her brother as a suitable weapon for a woman learning to use it.

Pleasant thoughts drifted her mind as she drove the car along the hiway from Baton Rouge to Hathian. It was time for a vacation, and she hoped she could take her children somewhere pleasant, relaxing. If either of them would settle down long enough to take a drive. Myrtle Beach perhaps. The beach was always comfortable and relaxing. Even the thought of Costa Rica was there, but Kayla was sure Hendrich would have something to say about it.

The hum of the car was relaxing, the large muscled American steel that she saved for, not to mention the partnership one of her clinics fell into, giving her a bit more breathing room in the financial department.

Crossing over onto Interstate 10 near the Maurepas swamp, she downshifted the challenger and started to blow past the traffic, heading further towards New Orleans, as well as Hathian as she turned on the voice recorder on her phone as she drove.

I swore I would stay out of Hathian, but I keep finding myself turning back, continuously, constantly. Something keeps pulling me, and I can honestly hope and pray that it’s my children only.

David… My partner in the Baton Rouge clinic. We’ve actually been seeing eachother for some time off and on, but lately, he seems more persistent. He’s been pressuring me to move in with him in New Orleans where we are opening the new clinic. We both live in Baton Rouge, but sometimes work takes us south and though it would make sense to have a condo in the city, together, I’m sure he’s thinking much deeper than just a room mate situation. I’m too old for room mates, set in my ways. Besides, there’s only so much exercise and healthy lifestyle can do, Lets face it. He’s 31.. I just pushed 40. I still have my almost grown children to think about. It doesn’t help I got a package from some little town down in the Keys from Nia. A bikini. At my age? Not likely.

The recording flipped off as Kayla continued to drive, though it wasn’t long before she was climbing the fireescape entrance to her daughter’s loft apartment, only to find Nia an absolute mess.

Later, she left, telling her daughter she needed to take care of a few things. Hendrich being one of them. She had every intention telling him of the news and of seeing what the man planned to do since so much more came to light.

I left Nia the keys to the challenger. Maybe it will cheer her up a bit, to take a drive, but atleast the tears have dried. Rejects.. Parnell. God I haven’t heard that name in years, but now my little girl has taken that first step into the seedy underbelly of Hathian thanks to that man. Hendrich seems to be busy, but this one is important. I never thought I’d personally turn to him like this again, but if anyone can handle it, he’s the best for the situation. My daughter, who’s still innocent in so many ways, yet taking after her namesake aunt already. Not many people knew Kaynia had a cocaine addiction, and I still think that is apart of what killed her in Hathian. Nia looks just like her now, but softer, still untried. She needs to spread her wings unfettered and away from the slime this city holds. I wish she never came here, and Scott as well. Scott has always looked after her. We need him even more now as well.

As for Travis. It seems he dumped Nia, and as much as I want to fix that hurt for her, she has to do it. I can’t force her first boyfriend to forgive what she did, nor can I force her to go to him. That’s on her, and it hurts to know she’s feeling that emptiness right now. I hope it takes her much less time to get over it than it did me. Stephens women… We’re all the same, no matter what name we hold. Love to hard, to fast and too long, and in the end, we get burned badly and never fully heal.