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Sean Morris loaded the last cake in his SUV. He had it fitted with special racks so he could deliver Harper’s cakes to four coffee shops on his way to work. He closed the hatch and looked at his scarred face reflected in the window. It had been six months since he escaped after seven weeks of hell. His body was mutilated, as was his face. Sean looked to the house, where his anchor, Harper was probably loading the oven again. Had it not been for her and Blane Davis, his best friend he would not have made it.Sean sighed as he remembered the battles he fought in his mind after coming back. Harper, his beautiful angel would gently hold him at night, and the nightmares faded eventually. She told him she loved him and the anxiety subsided. Sean knew they would soon be ready for intimacy again. Harper was scared as she said she still saw anger in him, but it was fading. Sean knew that Harper and Blane coordinated their strategy on helping him.Blane was the other person that Sean trusted with his life. Sean was a specialist and worked alone in very dangerous areas. Blane always handled the extract after the mission, and it never failed until the last one. Nobody could pinpoint where the failure happened, but everybody could see that Sean had been in hell because of it. Blane spent days with Sean, trying to find an answer. It bugged Sean a little that Blane spent a lot of time at his house, often at times when Sean wanted to have alone time with Harper. He often found Blane with Harper if he had to stop for Harper’s shopping after work. They always told him that they had something coming up, and soon after there would a hike or another activity for Sean to participate in.Sean fought against the paranoia as he could not afford to add that to the slew of issues he was beating back. His shrink was very happy with the progress, to the point that he had mentioned Sean could go back to modified duty soon. Right now Sean was riding a desk as an analyst to keep his mind occupied.Sean walked back into the house where Harper was in the kitchen, dressed in her robe. Sean pulled her closer and kissed her gently.“All loaded up, my angel,” he said as he looked into her soft brown eyes under a wayward mop of dark brown hair. She was slim with C-cup breasts that were firm.“Thanks, my darling. Can you swing by the supplier when you come home? I will have an order ready.”“Sure.”Sean kissed her again and his hand dropped to her firm ass. She pushed her hips forward into his crotch, and Sean slipped his hand under her robe, feeling her wet pussy.“Not yet, Sean. Please.”Sean nodded and stepped back. He saw the conflict in her eyes.“I love you, Sean. Soon we will go all the way again.”“Okay. I am gone,” Sean said a little harshly as he turned and walked out.Harper hated that she had hurt him, but she could not help her feelings. She loved Sean and wanted him healed. Her three-year marriage was bliss until he was injured. She never knew what happened, just that it emotionally ruined him. She heard him leave, and ten minutes later Blane arrived. Harper waited güvenilir bahis at the door. Blane walked in as she dropped her robe, waiting naked. He walked into her with a growl, lifting her and carrying her to the bed. He dropped her on the unmade bed where his best friend had been sleeping less than an hour ago. Blane ripped his clothes off, his cock raging with lust for Harper.“Fuck me now!” she shouted and Blane sank down on her.He folded her legs up and slammed into her wetness with one thrust. She screamed out her orgasm and then started wailing as Blane hammered into her. He had two inches on Sean according to Harper and she relished the extra length. Blane knew that he would not be getting sloppy seconds, as Harper was purposefully cutting Sean off. Right now, Blane couldn’t give a fuck, except the one he was giving Harper. Once in the office, the guilt would destroy him as he worked next to Sean. But Blane was not ready to give Harper up for his conscience. He was infatuated with her and wanted to own her completely. Right now, he wanted to take her from Sean forever. Sean had become weak-minded and pathetic.***Sean dropped the last cakes off, and then it dawned on him. He was in the city office for the morning, and his keycard was at home in the safe. He drove home and saw Blane’s car in his driveway. Somewhere a hissing sound started in Sean’s head as he walked in. He walked into the bedroom and saw them fucking hard. Sean could not hear them as the hissing was all he could hear. He looked at them, devoid of emotion or thought. Then it seemed Blane orgasmed as he near balanced on his cock. Sean heard nothing, but he was sure Harper was also screaming. He turned to the cupboard and opened it. He saw the tremor in his hand and knew he was getting an anxiety attack. He opened the safe, retrieved the key card, then opened the bottle of anxiety medication. Sean felt he should take two.The hissing was very loud now, and he turned around. There were two shadows and the smaller one was reaching for him. He reached out to touch it, and it flew backward over the bed and lay still. The other shadow came at him and Sean punched it, sending it flying backward as well. It also lay still. Sean turned and walked out. He drove away, the hissing loud in his ears. Sean saw a park on the way to work and stopped. He walked to a bench and sat down, enjoying the morning sun.***Blane woke up and knew he had a concussion. He looked over to Harper, who was still crumpled on the floor. He crawled over and checked her. She was breathing and her pulse was strong. Blane felt the weight of his actions hit him. He remembered that Sean seemed devoid of emotion and did not seem to recognize either of them. Sean had snapped, that was a given. Blane started to sob as the fog of his infatuation for Harper cleared. He had broken Sean. Along with Harper, they had snapped a very fragile mind.He picked his phone up and dialed.“Kristin Wilkinson,” the voice answered.“Kris, find Sean. He snapped. I have no idea if he is a danger, but he knocked me and Harper güvenilir bahis siteleri out. He was not registering at all.”“Why did he snap?”“Please find him. He will harm himself. I will talk to you later. I need to help Harper.”He ended the call as Harper started to moan. He gently helped her to the bed.“Where is Sean?” she asked groggily.“I don’t know. He is gone. He knocked me out.”“What have I done, fuck.”“I know, Harper. We have done something terrible.”“GET THE FUCK OFF ME! STOP TOUCHING ME AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Harper screamed and Blane stepped back.“GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” she screamed insanely.“You need the hospital, please Harper.”“GET OUT!”“I will call an ambulance and I will leave. I am so sorry.”“GET OUT!”Blane left after grabbing his clothes. He dressed in the hallway as he heard Harper start to scream out her sobs. He called 911 and waited outside until they arrived. He appraised them of the situation, then drove himself to the emergency room. They admitted him for a severe concussion. Later he heard Harper sobbing and knew she was also admitted.***Sean looked up at the angel. She had long blonde hair and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She spoke, but the hissing was too loud. She spoke again and the hissing became softer. He heard her voice and the hissing stopped.“Sean. Are you okay?” Kristin asked, reaching out and touching his shoulder.“Wh…wh…wh…where a…a…am I?” he stuttered.Kristin frowned. Sean never stuttered in his life and she realized it had to have happened today. Perhaps Blane was right. Sean looked at her and she observed his innocent confusion as he studied her.“In a park. I used your phone to track you.”Sean saw the events of the morning play through and felt the anxiety again. Kristin saw it and called the EMT. Sean allowed them to sedate him. He woke three hours later, handcuffed to the bed. Kristin was with him.“Wh…wh….wh….why a…a…am I c…c….c…cuh….cuh…”“For your own safety, my best friend,” Kristin answered, knowing he wanted to know why he was cuffed.“T…t…t…ake th….th..th..them o…o…off,”“Not yet, please Sean.”Sean exploded in rage and started to yank and pull at the cuff as he screamed and swore at her.“Please Sean,” she asked softly and the rage dissipated instantaneously. His wrists were cut and he was bleeding.“Sorry, Kristin. God. What the fuck is happening?”“You had a breakdown. You knocked Blane and Harper out. Both are in hospital with concussions.”“They tried to kill me.”“Are you sure?”“Yes, I am sure. They are fucking. I caught them in my bed this morning. I do not remember hitting them. I just remember you in the park. Why the fuck could I not talk properly?”“I have no idea. Why do you say they tried to kill you?”“The failed extraction. It is the only thing that makes sense. Blane was part of the investigation and could control the narrative. They wanted to get rid of me.”“Are you sure?”“They have been fucking for a while, probably before I was captured. I now see the signs clearly.”“I will look into it. Will you stay calm so I iddaa siteleri can get them to treat the wounds?”“I will. Why did she not just leave me? Kristin, why am I not escaping hell?” Sean said as he started to sob bitterly.Kristin had no answer except rage at the other two. She pressed the call button and a nurse came in, who immediately called an emergency. Three ER nurses came in and Kristin unlocked the cuffs. Sean was retching out his sobs as they worked on him.“How is the pain, Mr. Miller?” a nurse asked.“Go…go…go….,” Sean looked at Kristin and she saw his despair.“Is the pain gone?” she asked and he nodded.“Can I leave the cuffs off? Will you hurt yourself again?”Sean shook his head. Something gnawed at him, and he pinched himself hard, hearing Kristin gasp.“I think pain stops the stutter,” Sean said and nodded as he had just confirmed his theory.“I will wr…wr…wr,” he pinched himself again, “write everything until I can figure a way out.”“I will get you a notepad. And I will start the investigation into Blane. We will definitely nail him on the infidelity codes. I want him for treason and attempted murder. I want him in front of a fucking firing squad.”Kristin started to cry as she felt powerless to help Sean. He pulled her closer, then moved up and had her lie down next to him. They both cried their own pain. Sean realized she was the last person he could trust with his life. Kristin heard his breathing slow and then he was asleep. She got up and stepped out, making the call.“Yes, sir. He is definitely shattered but still somewhat with us. I want Blane arrested, he was sleeping with Harper. I want her arrested as well. Sean said that the last extraction was planned to fail. They wanted to eliminate him. That makes so much sense now we actually have an alibi.”“Are you sure?”“Yes, Deputy Director. I will definitely nail him with the US Military Code of Conduct.”“I will set the ball rolling. Watch our boy.”“He has a severe stutter now. Something in him broke.”“Be careful, Agent Wilkinson. Get the shrink there as well.”“That is my next call.”Kristin made the call and half an hour later Sean’s psychiatrist arrive, puffing slightly as it seemed he had run through the hospital. Sean woke up and indicated Kristin should stay, and then he started writing out the morning as he remembered it. The hissing returned as he worked through the memories. He saw the doctor ask him something, and he wrote that he could not hear because of the hissing sound.The doctor looked at Kristin with a concerned look. Kristin spoke to Sean and the hissing softened again.“Can you hear me now?” the doctor asked. Sean nodded.“Your voice seems to help, Agent Wilkinson.”“Okay. He also does not stutter when he is in pain. I would rather he stuttered. My friend has had enough pain.”“Interesting.”Sean pinched himself and held it.“A pinch helps for a few sentences. Doc, I had emotions earlier. Now they are gone. Well, I do feel but I just remember the pain of the betrayal. I do not feel it.”“Anything else?”“I do feel a little happy that Kristin is here, so I am not numb.”“Look, Sean. I think your mind has created a schism.”“Schizophrenia?”“No, it just separated the pain. That will come back and you will feel it again. We need to use this time to prepare you. I will train you on some mind exercises.”

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