SUMMER'S RAIN

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 37

We are in front of the house I grew up in and nothing has followed us. I run to the front door. Knowing the door is locked, I bent down to look under the flower pot to see if by some chance, they still keep the extra key in the same spot. Sure enough there it lay. Giving Dominick a smile, I hold the key up. He never returns the smile he just stands there looking around like something may jump out on us at any moment. Inserting the key, the lock turned. Walking in I stand in the living room staring. Everything is the same. My heart feels heavy and sad I've been home sick, but it really hit me now how much I still miss my family and this house. The house isn’t anything special but the memories it holds are. Realizing Dominick never followed me inside I turn around and see he is staring at me from the door.

"Would you like to come in or are you just going to stand out there and stare at me?" 
Dominick hesitated like he wasn't sure if he wanted to come in. He gives the door a hard glare then walks through it.

“There’s nothing in the world I’d rather be looking at than you Princess.”

My face grows hot again. “We will be safe here I’ve blocked myself from everyone’s view. There's no reason anyone should think I'm with you. As far as I know there's nobody that even knows we have ever met.” Dominick holds his hand over his heart as if he my words had wounded his heart.

“You haven’t told anyone about me?”

“Sorry big guy didn't mean to hurt that big ego of yours, but I'm afraid not.”

“Don't worry about it, I think my ego can handle it.”

“To tell you the truth I thought I had made you up.”

“I think my ego may be growing as you speak.” Dominick says with an awesome smile on his face again.

“Trust me I didn’t mean it as complement. I said smiling at the fake wounded look he is giving me again. I want to look around. Make yourself at home." I tell him before heading down the hall way. Everything is exactly as I remember it. Standing there regarding the kitchen mind wonders back to the last conversation I had with my parents in here. My mom had been baking my birthday cake while my dad set at the island I had been waiting for Angie and Liz and my dad was lecturing me about drinking and college. My mom had come to my recue telling my dad leave me alone and let me have some fun. If I had known that would have been the last time I’d ever see them, or that they wouldn't remember who I was after that night. I never would have left the house. I would have spent every minute I had left with them.

“Are you alright?” Dominick asked touching my shoulder. His words and his touch brings me out of my trip down memory lane. “Sure I‘m fine, guess I've been a little more homesick than I thought that’s all.”

“Are you hungry?” I question changing the subject. “My mom always has the best food.”

"Yeah I could use a bite of something."

“Let’s raid the fridge then.” Opening the fridge door, I moan seeing all the food my mom has prepared. Taking the roast beef and chicken, cheese, tomato, lettuce and some mayo, I lay it all on the counter and tell Dominick to look in the cabinet and get the bread out. I point towards the cabinet I am referring to. Everything in the house is still like it always has been. So therefore I’m guessing the only thing that's changed is me.

Dominick lays the bread on the counter, and we prepare our sandwiches without talking. Reaching into the fridge, I grab a couple of cold drinks. We pull a couple of bar stools over to the island sit down. We eat in silence. But it’s a comfortable silence it’s like we don’t have to speak to be comfortable with one another. After we finish off our sandwiches we get up and put everything away. “Thank you Dominick for not trying to make me laugh or feel better.”