One Of The 4400 Part 1 & 2

Chapter 13

I awoke, my eyes full of crud, my mouth tasting like cotton. I stared up at the ceiling. To me, it felt like staring up at infinite stars in the night sky. It reminded me of the times I used to sneak out of my house with Vance late at night, just enjoying the silence.

I won't be enjoying that anymore. I am in a stranger's house, a handsome stranger's home, but I don't think I'll be enjoying my fair share of the night sky with him.

Adam.

Adam is his name. A redhead. An old soul struggling to be in a young body. Much like me, except that I'm forty, a wife, a mom, a companion for life. Supposed to be, anyway.

I get up from the couch and look around the living room. Nothing had changed much since last night. Only time. Time, that seemed to me, speeding up quicker and quicker. My eyes find the clock above the fireplace. Nearly 8 'o clock.

I moved from the living room to the stairs. I am hesitant about going up the stairs to use the restroom. Adam could hear me and I didn't want to wake him.

I would rather be awake and quiet than awake and loud. I always disliked people who were that way in the morning. Sadly, Holly was one of them. It was annoying growing up with a personality like that in the mornings. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but...

Holly.

My own twin that I was supposed to trust. One person that said everything she needed to say all in that one slap she gave across my cheek.

I go up the stairs and do my business, coming back downstairs to wash my hands in the kitchen sink. I start rummaging through the refrigerator. I take out butter, four eggs, four slices of bacon, and cheese. I started cooking.

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"What is that heavenly smell?" I heard Adam say out loud as he walked down the stairs. I smiled to myself as I stirred the eggs in the bowl with a whisk. I had already put the bacon in the oven to cook.

"Breakfast," I said proudly. I didn't cook much back in my time but when I did, it wasn't half bad. I practiced cooking with my mom. It was all for me and...a bit for Vance.

I had thought of the future and I knew I didn't want to be a house wife but thinking of kids (even though I was twenty) it might be inevitable at some point.

"My Lord, you cook brilliant." Adam complimented. I looked up from the eggs that I had just placed in the skillet and was about to smile at him when I stopped. I knew this should've been the future I desired, but with Vance.

Adam saw my expression and looked away, moving past me to the sink. He turned on the faucet and started to wash his hands. I just stared frustrated at the eggs that were starting to turn a tan look on the sides. I had to scramble them with the whisk.

I scrambled the eggs while Adam took a seat at the table. I liked that he was being quiet, giving me space. It was nice. Almost like I was by myself in the world. Something I would prefer now but cannot do due to this uncomfortable situation called 'Running Away'.

While running away does have its perks such as choosing not to talk to people, a new home, new people. I knew that as soon as I leave--Adam and his home, I would somehow dissolve into a puddle of sadness.

I didn't know how to describe how it felt to know that he was in the same boat as I. The only thing is that he was on the boat while I was drowning. He saved me and he should be asking me for a favor.

"Eggs are ready," I absent-mindedly said while putting slices of cheese on the eggs. I turned off the heat and put the skillet on the counter. I moved to the cupboards--where Adam stopped me with one raise of his hand, and he got down the plates and cups.