Secluded Affair

chapter 22

A couple of hours later, I still sat there on my own, with no signs of Jon. By this time, I was feeling pissed off that he just upped and fucked off didn't even write me a note. I moved back on the bed to rest my head on the pillows, and I buzzed for the nurse for medication to help the headache beginning to form at the back of my skull. She came back a few minutes later with some painkillers; I knocked them back and lay back down. I switched on the tiny television just for a bit of background noise. I had no idea what was on; I lay there with my eyes closed and soon drifted off without even realising.

I opened my eyes a little and realised it was dark in the room, and the tv was switched off; I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked around the room, still no sign of Jon. I got up and walked to the bathroom; I swear I heard his voice somewhere; I must be imagining it. I climb back into my bed and snuggle down in the blankets.

I pick up the remote control and switch on the TV; I flick through some channels, and there is some comedy show on, so I leave it on. Then, only dipping in and out of paying attention to it, the door to my room opens slowly, and a head pops round.

"Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?"

"Fucked off, how are you feeling?"

"Why you fucked off, baby?"

"Why? Why am I fucked off? That's a fucking loaded question, Jon. Do you wanna pull the fucking trigger?"

"I don't get it?"

"Where the fuck have you been? I come back from the doctors, and you fucked off; I waited for hours for you to come back before I could no longer hold my head up on my own."

"Cori, I didn't fuck off. When you went for your appointment, Lizzie came and spoke to me. After I spoke to her, I had to leave and get air. I felt like the walls were closing in, and while I was outside, an idea popped into my head, and I guess I went autopilot and lost track of time. I'm sorry, baby."

"Jon, you could have left a note; I've been worried sick. I've had all sorts running through my head of what could have happened to you. So where have you been, Jon?"

" Will you stop being mad with me if I tell you?" he said, using his little pouty face and giving me the sad puppy dog eyes, making me laugh.

"Dude, you need to work on your sad face. If you tell me the truth, Jon."

"What's wrong with my sad face?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows making me giggle more.

" Baby, I couldn't find your ring anywhere when I looked for it, so when I was standing outside, I thought id go back to the little shop, but they didn't have your size; by the time I got back, it was already getting dark. So I sweet-talked the nurses, and they let me sneak in to say good night to you."

He walked up to the left side of your bed, knelt beside it, and took your hand in his; he kissed its back, kissing each finger and staring into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Cori, I am an idiot sometimes. I don't think and go do something."

"Shh, Jon, it's ok, but please don't scare me like that again."

"I love you, baby girl, more than you can even imagine." he kissed his way up my arm, along my shoulder up to my neck along my jawline and stopped at my lips.

"I love you too, Jon." we kissed and then he had to leave for the night.

I lay in bed and still felt pissed off with him; the asshole always seems to disarm me and win me around.

I open my eyes, and I'm in a room; I look around and see that the walls are painted white. There is a four-poster bed with sheer white curtains flowing down the sides. I look up to the room's ceiling; the roof is made with wooden slats and painted white; everything is white. I hear a voice coming into the room; I whip my head towards the door and watch as Jon walks into the room; as he gets nearer the bed, blood starts dripping down the side of the bed. I scream and scream for him to stop, but he doesn't; he keeps walking towards the bed.