I took in a long deep breath, I stood there for ten minutes prior to making my decision. I was ready, and it was time to do what I came here to do. I checked around one last time to make sure no one was in sight. When I knew it was all clear, I took the bottle of pills and the note I had written out of my bag and leaned against the cold metal wall of the abandoned shop building. A tear fell to the ground as I struggled with opening the pill bottle. I slumped to the ground throwing the bottle at the brick wall across from me and let a river of tears flow down my cheeks. I sat here for what felt like hours before I decided to make my way back home. It was getting dark and soon my mother would be calling me to make sure i’m okay.
I stood up brushing of the dirt from the ground, grabbing the bottle of death and shoved them back into my bag and ripped my suicide/apologie note into a million pieces. I checked my phone for the time and started to make my way back towards the road from the lonely alleyway. Just as I took a step I heard clapping behind me and turned to see a tall, muscular figure belonging to an unknown stranger. I rolled my eyes and began making my way into the public eye, only for my arm to be grabbed and spinning my body around to meet the mystery man that had applauded me for not taking my life.
“Can I help you?” I said with annoyance in my voice.
“What could have been so bad in your life that you felt the need to take an entire bottle of pills?” He had a tone of concern yet amusement with the question rolling off his tongue in a hypnotizing tonality.
“Why would you care?” I snapped back yanking my arm from his firm, yet gentle grasp.
“I don’t, I was just curious. I was walking back to my car and I heard you crying. I stopped to see what the problem was, and there you were struggling to open the bottle” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he looked at me with sympathy.
“Look man, I don’t need your pity or anyone else’s for that matter. Have a good evening.” I said turning around to walk home. Home, what a concept. Is it even really home if you’re not happy to walk through the door? I turned to see if the man was still standing there, much to my surprise he was already gone. I half smiled to myself wiping my eyes free of the straggling tears, and continued on my journey.
I walked up to the steps of my house and I could hear yelling coming from behind the closed door. I sighed and took a seat on one of the steps and put my face into the palm of my hands wishing someone would take me away from here. I feel the presence of someone standing near me, but I’m not quick to see who it may be. I keep my face in my hands and I now know that someone is here with me when I feel a warm body take a seat next to me.
“You going to sit like this all night?” It’s him, it’s the man from the alley. My face shoots out of my hands and I jump a little scooting away from him. He laughs at me and throws his hands up in surrender.
“Calm down, I know what you’re thinking. He followed me home, well you’re wrong. I actually live two houses down. I pulled into my driveway just in time to see you getting home.”
I sat in my frozen stance for what felt like eternity only to have my thoughts interrupted by the sound of glass shattering on the floor. I looked at the man and I looked back at the door. I jumped to my feet and pushed the door open. Standing in the doorway I see blood running down my mother’s arms, and one of her many boyfriends standing above her.
“What the fuck have you done?” I say in a scared, yet vicious tone. Kyle is his name, he’s a real piece of work. No job, leeches off of my mother. Has two other kids by two other women. He’s a perfect example of what not to be in man.
“Your bitch mom wouldn’t give me what I wanted, so I showed her what happens when I don’t get my way.” If looks could kill, he would have been dead by now. I was shooting daggers straight into his body.
“Kyle, leave her alone, she has nothing to do with this.” I hear my mom pleading for my mercy and my focus shifts to her sitting on the floor against the wall trying to stop her arms from bleeding.
“Mom, your arms?” I say in a now choked up voice, I’m trying to hold back the tears as I focus on my mother. I drew my attention back to Kyle who is now looking passed me onto the porch with rage in his eyes.
“Who the fuck is he?” Kyle pointed behind me, I forgot the man was even here anymore. I looked over my shoulder to see him still standing there. I turn around to face him and his fists are clenched, and his jaw looks as sharp and dangerous as Kyle. I turn my attention back to my mother and Kyle and without hesitation I blurt out
“He saved my life, I tried to kill myself earleir, but he saved me.” My mother staring at me with horror in her eyes, Kyle looking at me with amusement.
“You tried to off yourself?” Kyle said in an amused voice, followed by a sinister laugh. My mother struggled to get up off the floor to comfort me only to be kicked back down by Kyle.
“Touch her again and I will make sure it is the last thing you ever touch in your life.” I hear the angry words bellow out from behind me, sending chills throughout my body and making the hair stand up on my neck and arms. The expression on Kyle’s face was a dark sinister smile that could have sent anyone into cardiac arrest.
“Or what? You’re just a kid, you won’t do shit.” Kyle says with a now pissed off tone, taking a step towards me and the man who is now at my side. I look up at him and I go to say something, but he pushes me behind him and tells my mother to go with me. Kyle’s eyes are black with furry as he starts to open his mouth to speak.
“You will not say another word, and you will not make another move until these women are out of this house.”
“Sweetheart, get your mother and leave. Go to my house, it’s the one with the black camero sitting in the drive, my house is unlocked. Go call an ambulance for your mother.”
Without a second thought I ran to my mother’s side and helped her to her feet. We run out of the house and I look around for the black car he had described. I finally spotted the car, it’s getting dark now and it’s hard to see our surroundings. I hold my mother up as we walk quickly to the strangers house. Once inside, I look for the kitchen leading her to the table and setting her down. I pilfer through all the drawers looking for towels, anything to help stop the bleeding. I finally find a first aid kit and rush back to my mother. I get her arms bandaged up and call the police. Within minutes there is an ambulance outside of his house taking my mother away, I speak with one of the cops and tell them what has happened. Just as I finish my statement, I look up to see the policemen escorting Kyle to the back of a squad car. I smile internally but I remember the man that had come to our rescue.
I make my way back to the house, and as I walk by the car that is holding Kyle I notice his face is bruised and bloody. I smile at him, he deserved what he got. I make my way up the steps and into the house to find the man sitting at the kitchen table talking with another police officer. He looked up at me with a half hearted smile and began to speak with the officer again. I walk over to the deep freeze and I pull out a bag of frozen peas and take them to the man. I take a seat next to him and he sits in pain.
“Thank you for saving my mother, I don’t know what he would have done to her, or me for that matter if you wouldn’t have been here.” He looked at me with empathy and said
“My name is Rohnan, and I’m glad I met you today.” I was a bit taken back by his response, but I just smiled and introduced myself as well.
“Well Rohnan, my name is Braelynn and I’m glad I met you today too.” The cops came and asked us a few more questions, and told us we were lucky to still be alive, Kyle had actually been in and out of prison more than once and most recently got out of prison for murder. I shook with fear and my stomach began to hurt as the officer spoke those words. Once the police were gone Rohnan offered to drive me to the hospital to see my mother. I nodded and we walked to his house so he could get cleaned up.
The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, I was worried about my mother, she had lost a lot of blood. We finally arrived and I jumped out of Rohnan’s car and ran into the emergency room entrance up to the desk.
“I’m here for Claire McKee,” I said to the lady behind the desk. She typed away on her keyboard and finally said “she has been transferred to the Medical Surgical floor. You can find her on floor three, room 320.”
“Thank you ma’am” I say as I speed walk to the elevator with Rohnan in tow. The elevator opens and I hesitantly walk inside. Rohnan gives me a confused look as he walks in beside me. “Are you okay?” He asks with slight confusion in his face.
“I’m terrified of elevators.” I admit in an embarrassed tone. He just smiles and steps closer to me. I wasn’t scared anymore with his body being closer to me, I seemed to begin to relax. The number three lit up above the door and when the doors opened I launched myself out of the elevator onto solid ground.
I looked around the hospital unit and finally spotted the nurses station. Hesitantly I walked up to the desk and the sweet nurse looked up from her computer and asked what she could help me with.
“I’m looking for my mother, Claire McKee?” The nurse looked back down at her computer and began typing again.
“Claire McKee is in room 320 sweetie.”
“Can I go see her please?” The nurse looked at the clock on the wall and back to my concerned face.
“Yes, but don’t be too long. Visiting hours are over in about fifteen minutes.” I smiled at her and thanked her and started my walk down the hall. I reached my mother’s room and as I put my hand on the door handle a million memorie flooded my mind at once and another river of tears left my eyes. Rohnan took my hand off the door and guided me by my shoulder to the waiting room.
“Braelynn, is everything okay? Your mom is fine, if she wasn’t she wouldn’t be on this unit.”
I looked at him through tear filled eyes and I tried to talk, words couldn’t form into sentences. Rohnan pulled me into him and I began to sob at an uncontrollable rate. I wasn’t crying for my mother, I knew she would be okay. I was crying because I hate being in this hospital. My father died in this hospital. They said it was a hit and run and the guy that killed my father is still out there.
I finally got my tears under control, and I explained to Rohnan what the problem was. He pulled me back into him and I let another series of tears find their way to the surface. Five minutes had passed and I finally stopped crying long enough to see my mother. I have ten minutes left, so I need to be quick. Rohnan and I entered my mother’s room. She had two IV’s in her hands, one was running a clear liquid and the other was running a unit of blood. Her arms were bandaged up and she was fast asleep. I took a seat in the cold hard hospital chair next to her bed and took her hand in mine. I didn’t want to wake her, she needed the rest. She had lost a lot of blood and she was exhausted from putting up the fight for her life. The nurse came in to remind us visiting hours were over. I asked her to let my mother know that I had come to check on her. She nodded and showed Rohnan and I out. The drive home was silent as I went over the events in my head that had taken place today. The car came to a stop and I realized I had been stuck in my own thoughts the whole way back to our neighborhood. Rohnan put the car into park and turned the key off. I sat there staring at the floorboard thinking to myself that I didn’t want to be alone tonight.
“If you want, you can stay at my house tonight?” His voice snapped me back into reality and I just nodded.
“I didn’t really want to be alone tonight anyways.” I said without looking away from the floor of the car.
“I’ll walk you to your house and let you get cleaned up, then we’ll come back to my house. Get whatever you’ll need for tonight.” His voice was calming and caring. I nodded and we both made our way to my house. I stepped up onto the porch and fumbled around with the key before I finally got it into the keyhole. I opened the door and slowly walked in. I stood staring at the pool of blood and broken glass laying about the floor. I knelt down to start picking up the glass shards and a gentle hand took hold of my shoulder.
“Braelynn, you need to rest. You’ve had a difficult day and you need sleep. I’ll have someone come clean this up tomorrow morning.” I set the glass back on the floor and we made our way up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I got out a change of clothes for the night and the next day.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I asked in a soft voice.
“Go ahead, I can wait here until you’re done.” I gave Rohnan a thank you smile and went into my bathroom. I turned the shower on and stepped in, letting the hot water kiss my skin. After I had washed my hair and my body, I lowered myself to the shower floor and pulled my knees to my chest and let myself cry along with the falling water. I rocked myself and cried into my knees. The water was starting to get cold and I knew it was time to end this pity party. My life was a mess and I was playing the victim. I got out of the shower and wrapped my hair into a towel and pulled my robe over my body. I was getting cold, so I slipped my night clothes on that consist of sleep shorts and a tank top. My hair still wrapped in the towel I walked out of the bathroom brushing my teeth. Rohnan was looking through a photo album I had sitting on my desk. I smiled to myself and went back into the bathroom. I finished up my nightly routine and made my way back into my room. Rohnan was sitting on my bed looking through my senior year book. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me with a smile.
“You played a lot of sports in highschool Braelynn. Where did you find the time?” I smiled at his question and took a seat beside him on the bed.
“My dad was all for time management, and he had a true passion for sports. I was very unorganized. Luckily for me my dad was always there to remind me of practice times, days I had to be here or there. I could have never done any of those things without him.” I now had memories flying through my head, a tear welled up in my eye and a sad smile crept onto my face.
“You know, my dad was always my number one fan. He would always be there cheering me on. Never a negative word, he was always positive and encouraging. Even when he was critiquing me, he was always careful with his words.” At this point I’m no longer able to see through the tears in my eyes as they begin to fall down my red cheeks onto the pages of what seemed like long ago memories. I closed the year book and dried my eyes. Rohnan was still sitting on my bed with a sad look on his face.
“Well, I think we better get back to your house, it’s getting late and I’m exhausted.” He never spoke, just nodded, and looked at me with comforting eyes and sympathetic smile. We reached Rohnan’s house and as we walked in I realized I never got to take in the manly chicness of his home, It was definitely a man’s house but yet clean and organized. Just like how my father would have had his home.
“Hey Braelynn, you can sleep in the guest room if you’d like. It’s the door down from mine. If you need anything I will be here in my room, just come on in and wake me for whatever you need. I’m going to go get in the shower now. I’ll come check on you when I’m done.” I smiled thanking him and made my way to my temporary bedroom. I opened the door and I really knew a man lived here. It was his gaming room. Big screen TV mounted on the wall, there was a gaming monitor on a black glass desk in the corner of the room, two comfy looking couches, a bean bag chair, a leather recliner and a futon bed. I smiled at the room before me and stretched walking in. I pulled the covers back on the futon and climbed in. I yawned and laid my head down.
I was out of the shower and stepping into my boxers and a pair of gym shorts. The event’s of the day were swirling around in my head. I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls or messages from friends, and walked out of the bathroom. I walked down into the laundry room throwing my clothes and towel into the washer and starting it. I couldn’t get the fear in her eyes out of my head, the sadness I witnessed right before she tried to take her own life. Why did I have to be the one to find her, how come I never knew she lives down from me? I shook my head and started up stairs, I stopped when I heard a voice and listened to see if I could identify the source. It was Braelynn, she was talking to someone? I cracked open the guest room door and peeked inside, she was sound asleep. I walked in and made sure she wasn’t too cold. I pulled the blanket up and she snuggled into it. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, she looked peaceful. I turned to walk away when I heard a whimper coming from her lips, I turned back to her to see her eyes scrunched and her mouth slightly open. I stood there waiting to see what was about to play out in front of me when she sat up and screamed for her father.
I stood there staring at her, I’ve always been told not to wake up a person who is having a nightmare, or sleep walking. I whispered her name and she jumped opening her eyes.
“Um, Braelynn? Are you okay?” She looked around confused at the new room she was in, she rubbed her eyes and looked back at me.
“I’m sorry, I still have night terrors from when dad passed away. They have been pretty bad here lately.” she had tears in her eyes now, I walked over to the futon and sat beside her.
“Hey, it’s okay. If you want I can sleep in here with you. There are plenty of places for me to sleep if it’ll make you feel better.” She hesitated, playing with the offer in her mind.
“Actually Rohnan, if it’s not too weird to ask could you actually sleep with me on the futon?” She had an embarrassed expression across her face as she looked down playing with the blanket. “If you want me to, I don’t think it’s weird.” I said with a smile on my face. She looked up at me with misty eyes, I pulled the blanket back and she scooted over making room for me.
“Thank you Rohnan.” I hear as I settle into the bed.
“You’re welcome Braelynn.” I said with a smile on my face.
I woke up with a sore neck, and stiff back. I went to roll over only to be held in place by a body. I rubbed my eyes and looked down to see Braelynn with her head on my chest and her arm around my waist. I smiled as she snuggled closer to me. I laid there and thought of how nice it was to be in this current position. Just then I heard a loud groan and Braelynn was rubbing her eyes. She looked up at me with sleepy eyes and messy hair.
“Oh, Rohnan! I’m so sorry!” She pushed herself off of me rolling over to face the wall. I couldn’t help but let a big cheesy smile form on my face. I stretched and rolled over to pull her close to my body.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I have that effect on people you know.” She laughed and rolled over onto her back and faced me.
“Rohnan, thank you for everything. I really do appreciate the help yesterday and letting me crash at your house.”
“Hey, it’s the least I can do for a pretty girl like you.” I brushed the hair out of her face and she smiled.
“Do you like pancakes?” She asked with an eyebrow cocked.
“Well of course! Who doesn’t like pancakes?” I said rolling over and throwing the blanket off of myself onto her. She laughed before she jumped out of the bed and we both headed towards my kitchen.
Together in the kitchen we made pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns. It was too much for the both of us, but it was a fun experience.
“So Braelynn, I have some things I need to do today. I can drop you off at the hospital if you’d like me to?” Her smile faded and it nearly crushed me to see it disappear so fast.
“Uh, it’s okay. I need to go clean the house before mom comes home. I have my own car, so I’m sure I can manage on my own.”
“Okay, if you insist. But let me see your phone so I can put my number in your contacts just in case anything happens and you need to reach me.” Her smile was back and I loved the sight of it. It looks good on her. She’s mesmerizing when she flashes that smile. I put my number in and sent myself a message so I would have her number as well. We cleaned up the kitchen and I walked her back down to her house.
“Braelynn, the guys are coming to clean your floor. Don’t be alarmed when they show up.” She smiled at me and nodded as she struggled trying to get her key into the keyhole. I could tell she was becoming anxious to walk back into her home. I slid in behind her and took control of her hand, and helped guide the key into its hole. I could feel her body relax a little. This is nice, but I can’t let her get too close to me. It’s really for her own good. She turned and smiled at me as she closed the door and her beautiful face was gone.