My psycho side

Nice meeting You 3

Maya's POV

     It's dark and I can't see anything, not even anything in front of me. I can't see my hand that I raise and wave through the darkness. Something seems to be wrong, I don't know where I am or how I even got here. I wince the moment my leg connects to something sharp and I feel something warm flow down to my feet and that horrible metallic smell hits my nose. Oh great! I am bleeding and I don't know where the hell I am.

   I walk a little distance before a bright white light illuminates through the thick darkness and it makes me curse mentally. Where was the light when I needed it? When I have fully adjusted to the light, I make my way towards it and there right in front of my eyes I see my mom. My mom. No no no no no no It can't be. Mom's been dead for the longest time. She's not the one sitting right in front of me.

  My mom, no, whoever that is that looks like my mom turns towards me and smiles. That smile is the same as mom's. I know for sure she isn't mom but why does she look so much like her? Her smile, her hair smooth, shinny, long and dark brown, her eyes so blue like the ocean that they make me sink deeper with each second her eyes stare directly into mine. God she's looking directly into my soul.  I know for sure my mom's dead so this lady standing in front of me isn't her.

   "It's been so long baby, I missed you so much." She says and steps closer to me but with each step she takes, I take one back. Her face drops when she notices I am distancing myself from her.

    "What is wrong baby? Won't you come give your mom a hug? Didn't you miss me at all?" The air in my lungs gets knocked out the moment she asks whether I did miss her or not. Of course I did. I missed her every single fucking day and what hurts the most is I wasn't there when she passed away. Only Camaya saw her before she... died. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye and that I was sorry for being stubborn and not listening when she told me not to play with Larry's gun which was in his study in the drawer.

    "Baby, I am sorry for everything that happened. I never wanted you to..." She starts to lose color and becomes pale. It's only then I realize that the bright light earlier was actually coming from her body and not a bulb or something. Her light starts to fade and so does she.

   "Mom no mom, you can't leave me again. MOM." I am screaming at the top of my  voice at this point and I don't even care about my sore and now dry throat.

    "MOM"

  I shoot up to a sitting position and open my eyes. There is the guy with the bright blue eyes again sitting in front of me with a worried and horrified look on his face. It's only then I realize everything was just a dream. It was just a dream Maya. I run my hands down the surface of my face and feel them wet with sweat.

   "It was all a dream." The guy says and gives me a hug I don't reject. In fact I hug him back and let all my emotions flow. Something I don't and haven't done before. I always hide my feelings behind the fact that I only exist to keep Camaya safe from  all that she can't fight. I have to be strong to fight her  battles for her so emotion is a weakness for me therefore I don't focus on them but today seems different. Ever since mom died I haven't shed a tear and today I am mourning her death the way I should have when I found out she had passed away.

  "Shhhh. Don't cry Maya. It was all just a bad dream. I am here." He rubs my back in slow circular motions and it gives me some kind of comfort. Comfort I so much needed.

   "Sorry about your shirt." I say after my breakdown which makes me feel so stupid so I try to hide my face with my ridiculously long hair. For once I appreciate the long hair.

   "Hahaha don't worry about the shirt Maya. It's fine. How are you?"

   "I am ok now if that's what you're asking."

    "No, I mean that's great but I want to know if you are ok if you know what I mean?"

    "I am ok don't worry." He doesn't seem to buy my answer by the next move he makes which surprises the both of us. He moves closer to me and lifts my head up slightly with his index finger so I can look him directly in the eyes.

    "It's ok not to be ok Maya. You don't have to be shy or embarrassed about it. Everybody experiences this... emotional breakdown I mean and it's totally normal. You don't have to feel embarrassed but be proud because it only shows you are human and it's the road to recovery." I really don't understand what he is saying because of the position we are in. He's so close to me that I can faintly smell his cologne. It smells like grapefruit and neroli. A very rare and weird combination of a scent but since it's on him, it makes it ten times better than on anyone. Not that it smells bad or anything but it's much more beautiful on him. I feel his breath brush the tip of my lips and I look down to his thin pink lips. Oh God, how can I hold back when he's so close to me. Help me Lord. Since he's already so close to me, I take the time to check him out. He's eyes are so blue they pull me in, drowning me in them. His nose thin and sharp, his jaw well chiseled and sharp it could cut through anything. His dark brown hair falls perfectly on his forehead tempting to run my hands through it and I fight hard not to give in to that tempting offer. He's really handsome. Oh God save me. Earth to Maya.

     "I am" I clear my throat.

     "I am fine, don't worry." He looks at me for a while before moving a little backwards creating distance between us. For a moment it gets cold without him being there by my side and it makes me regret my decision but then, again the earlier the better. He probably has a girlfriend or a fiancee or a wife. At that thought, I look to his hand and there's no ring. So either he's engaged or has a girlfriend. Why the hell I'm I having such thoughts?

   "Ok, I..." I don't know what he was going to say but I cut him short of his sentence.

   "Thanks for the advice though. I appreciate it." And I really do. No one's ever taken the chance to talk to me in that manner, not that I let anyone do that anyway.

   "I never... I have never cried before anyone before. I always keep to myself and never let people in, so thanks for not judging and just being there." Me and my big mouth. I've given a lot of info.

    "Like I said I am here, if you need anything and I mean anything." He says and smiles. Damn this guy is making my insides float.

   "Anything?"

   "Anything."

   "You won't go back on your words will you?"

    "Nope, I am a man of my word trust me."

    "Ok I trust you."

    "Don't you think that's a little to fast, to trust a guy you just met considering earlier you didn't trust me. I could be lying, you know." His eyes scan mine as if the answer he is searching for is in there.

    "If you were a bad person I wouldn't have woken up in one piece. You could've maybe sold my organs, killed me or given me back to the people I should be with... Larry to be precise or that bastard Jeff."  His name seems like a taboo. It all goes silent for a while before he asks a question I don't want to answer.

   "You seem to hate your father and Jeff, why is that?"

   "Can we not talk about that now please. Those two ruin everything for me." He nods his head after a while and drops the case which makes me grateful.

  "Great. So what should we talk about?" He asks curious.

   "First, I am really sorry for the way I behaved earlier. I am just not used to trusting people easily."

    "Apology accepted. Next." Cocky ass.

    "We weren't well introduced. I am Camaya, Maya Sheldon. Owner of  Sheldon Companies but as of now I am Maya."

    "I am Clark Millers, owner of JCC corp. Nice to meet you Maya."

    "Nice to meet you, Clark."