Boundless Memories

Chapter 13

Psalmist

I've been home for almost three weeks. I've been staying with Tyson. Although I have the use of my limbs, I still need help doing everyday things. Tyson has been so patient with me. I don't know if he's still working with Damien or not. He hasn't said anything to me.

Of course, I haven't heard from Damien. I thought for sure that he would be all that I wanted. Actually, he is everything I want, but there's no going back this time. I had to pack up and move on. I wasn't gonna worry about my things at his house. I called my bank and requested a new card. Surprisingly, all my money was still there. I was expecting him to have cut me off.

"Skittles, I'm home," Tyson yelled from the front. His penthouse does have stairs, but he gave me the room downstairs. I hated that he was upstairs away from me.

He enters into my bedroom looking like he just left the gym. He was so damn fine. He has been so helpful. On days that I couldn't move because of pain or stiffness in my legs, he was there to help me. I had to overcome my self-consciousness because he's seen me naked more than he should.

"How are you feeling today?" He asked me after he took a seat on the bed.

"I'm really hungry. I tried to get up to cook, but my legs were hurting really bad. I took a pain pill and fell asleep."

"What do you wanna eat?"

"I really want some fried rice," I answered him. I was craving some chicken and steak fried rice loaded with veggies.

"Okay cool," he said. "Do you have to use the bathroom?"

"Yeah, but I can manage," I replied.

"Okay. I'm gonna go shower, and then I'll start dinner."

After he left out, I swung my legs to the side of the bed to stand up. I planted my feet firmly on the floor and stood up. I was able to make it just in time to the toilet. Once I was done relieving my bladder, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet. I was able to stand to my feet, but it was extremely painful. I washed my hands and tried to make it back to the bed. That was an absolute fail. My legs gave out and I fell right at the foot of the bed.

I tried to pull myself up, but there was no use. My legs weren't strong enough to push my body forward. Tears slowly escaped my eyes. Not because I was in pain, but because I felt so helpless and useless.

"Hey, what kinda...shit, Skittles," Tyson ran over to help me. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked picking me up.

"I thought I could do it on my own," I cried.

"Skittles, that's why I'm here, baby," he said. "I'm here to help you. You don't have to do it on your own."

He placed me down on the bed. I cried silently. I just want my body back to normal. Why did I have to jump from that damn car? I asked myself. I was so depressed not being able to care for myself. I know Tyson didn't mind, but I felt like I was a burden on him.

"Stay right here. Don't try to move. I'ma go check on the food and then I'll be back. We'll eat in here and watch a movie."

"Okay," I replied.

After he left, I scanned through the movie titles on Netflix. Not finding anything interesting on there, I moved over to Tubi. True their movies were low-budget movies, but they had some pretty good movies. I searched their movies and still didn't find anything I wanted to watch. I then switched to his Prime account.