Always You

Chapter Six

I'm running so fast down a hallway of some place I don't recognize. I don't even remember how I got here, I just know that have to run as far away from a door behind me and save myself. At the end of the hall, I see another door with an exit sign on top. I keep running trying to reach it, but it looks like the door is running away from me too. Panic takes over and I trip. I try to get up, but I can't, I just keep falling back down. I try to yell but no sound comes out of my mouth suddenly I'm being dragged back from my feet. I scream and throw my arms around but is useless. A door that was not there before opens and I see a silhouette of a man, I realize who it is, and my eyes open wide before I'm dragged into the darkness behind the mysterious door.

I sit up abruptly from my bed, my breath coming out in a fast and sharp pace. I feel my heart pounding on my chest, it feels like it may come flying out any minute. My forehead is full of sweat and my lips are dry. I take my right arm to reach out for Charly only to quickly realize he's not there. His spot is empty. Sadness takes over me, why did he leave?

Panic, yet again, attacks. I start overthinking. I stand up from my bed and start pacing around my bedroom, biting the tip of my index finger.

Did he left because he regrets what happened last night? Did I do something wrong? What if, he only wanted sex? No! Charly would never do that, would he?

- No Jazz, you need to stop overthinking stuff, it doesn't do you any good. – I say to myself. – Better to just take a warm shower to drain these pointless thoughts out of the way. He's probably at the guest room or downstairs waiting to eat breakfast together.

I head to my bathroom and put the water to run while I wash my teeth. Steam starts taking over the bathroom and I get under the falling water. Minutes later, I close the shower and head out.

I head to my drawers where I keep my comfortable and stay-at-home clothes. Long green pajamas pants and a black T-shirt and fuzzy slippers. I wrap my curly hair in a bun and head out downstairs.

Closing the door behind me I bump into Darcy.

- Woops, sorry Dars, didn't mean to bump into you.

- As if you never do honey, I'm way used to this bumping after almost 3 years working in this house.

- You know Darcy, I think you work way too much for us. Have you ever had any vacations?

- Oh, honey please, I don't need any vacations. Is not like I have someone to go back to and waiting for me at home.

- That's because you live here.

- Exactly, so what's the point on having any vacations if I can just lay around my room whenever I want?

- True, but you should come to my room more often, so we can chat and gossip together. You know that I enjoy your company. I love you Dars... You're like a mom for me, you know that right?

- Oh sweetie – she brings me in for a hug. – I love you even more. You're also like a daughter to me, if something ever happens to you I don't know what I would do, my heart couldn't take another loss... - Her face drops, and tears come rolling down from her eyes.

- Oh shit, Dars I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to start crying, it wasn't my int-

- Jazzie, is okay. I know, is just that I miss my son so much. I still believe you two would had hit it off if you ever had the opportunity to meet. But life had other plans for him. - Silence takes over and I feel so stupid and guilty for making Darcy cry. And as if she could read my thoughts, - And don't feel guilty about it Jazzie, I know you didn't mean to remind me of my son, is just that the anniversary of... well, his death, is just around the corner and I just want to keep myself busy so I-