The plot is based on a world famous psychiatrist who loses parts of her memory when she is attacked by a client. Memories come back during her day to day living but she cannot place them/ does not want to believe they are true. She has a feeling that someone is watching her every move....someone who will put all the pieces together.
Here is the opening of the book.. for your reading pleasure-
Watching Over me.
Opening Paragraph..
1989
The little girl cowered in the corner, silently she crouched waiting for the impact to touch her young body. The missiles came fast and hard, hitting with such force that it made her skin sting. No sound came from her mouth yet the tears dropped silently onto her already saturated t-shirt. The voice of terror bellowed and spat at her. She felt her hair being pulled and the instant pain as the hand reached out and twisted her pubescent nipple. Who knew shoes could be so dangerous? The heels dug into her back as they came thumping down with superhuman strength. Now the monster started to cry and howl, it came towards the little girl and cradled her. ‘Go and wash your face’ said the girls mother, ‘Your father is waiting for you’.
(Extract)
She disliked Sonia with a passion, it was bad enough seeing her everyday at school, now this was becoming too much. They both stood face to face staring at each other. Her dusty eczema ridden hand reached out and touched the girl’s leg. ‘I hate you’ the girl whispered, Sonia looked up and smiled with her lipstick stained teeth looking like bloodied, crooked soldiers. The lens of the camera flashed as the girls twisted into sexualized positions. Next day at school the girl hated Sonia even more.
Present Day:
Amber woke up, the same recurrent nightmare had made her blot from her bed at 4am. She felt between her legs, it was damp. Thank goodness she had given her housemaid the week off. Amber peeled off the bed sheets and took herself into the bathroom. Why was this happening? They had told her after the attack that things would be different, but pxssing herself and night terrors at the age of 42 was not what she expected! Her head throbbed, she looked down to her arms and saw that she had been scratching herself in her sleep again. This had to stop, she needed to speak to someone but every time she left her house the paps were there. The newspapers, the magazines, journalists, all baying for her life story of surviving an attack in which the doctors had given her a very low recovery rate. Even her friends had started asking questions. She had to be careful who she spoke too, she had learnt the hard way after meeting one so called friend for lunch shortly after the attack. Amber had innocently posed for a photo as her friend tried out her new blackberry phone. 2hrs later it was all over facebook , next day she had sold a story of their so called friendship. She had told one of those low end publications that she had been there for Amber in the hospital and she even had the cheek to describe Amber’s wound and a very privately placed tattoo!
Amber was soon to realise that the part of her brain that had been affected, held vital information that would reveal to her that this woman was a two-faced bxxch! Too late now, another lesson learnt. It was quite alarming really, once people had found out that memory loss was involved it seem to give them motive to come to her and remind her of all the fun they used to have together. Amber could not distinguish fact from fiction. It was hard and frustrating, even 7mths after the attack she still felt quite vulnerable and isolated. Her personal assistant James had been a Godsend, he was someone that she did remember. She just had to be reminded from where. He was offended at first that she could not place him, after all he had been her right hand man for the best part of 15yrs. But after sitting down and going over videos and photos of them on various holidays together, Amber was thrilled to be able to remember with clarity all the experiences they had once shared.
