Jonathan Joseph

Chapter 17

I woke up in my room. My old room I jumped up terrified and confused I might've actually went back to the day I was seventeen. But Clyde came in and flipped the light on and I sighed in relief. "What?" He asked. I asked him what happened and why weren't we on the road anymore and a million other questions and surprisingly he didn't remember a thing. "Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down on the bed. I got the message and it was clear what Regina had done. "Nothing, it must've been a bad dream." I said. I thought about it for a moment and blankly stared at him. I was so glad he was okay and I was more than happy that he didn't remember it was better that way I just really didn't know what I'd do if I lost him. "Do you remember what I told you?" I asked. "Only that you like syrup on your bacon." He said. Clearly before I woke up we must've had some kind of discussion I just nodded and acted as if I remembered. Without hesitation I grabbed his face and planted his lips on mine I was more than happy to experience these feelings that I'd been avoiding for a very long time. "Don't you ever leave my side." I told him once our lips unlocked. He nodded and gave me this intense look with his eyes and I couldn't control myself. I kissed him again as if it were the last time I would, his hand lightly touched my waist and I flinched causing him to pull back. "I-" I think this was the first time I've seen him nervous and at a loss for words. "It's okay." I snickered. "Your hands are cold." He laughed and held on to my sides until they were okay again. I pulled him on top of me and for a second he blanked out I stared at him and he focused back on me. "I remember." He said.

"What?"

"What you said to your father, and how you wouldn't go back."

"That's it?" I asked.

He nodded. I smiled pulling his lips back onto mine and the night carried us away...

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Mother tried to convince me to stay but I couldn't I had to get back to my life and I'd promise her I'd visit as much as I can and that she'd also be welcomed to come to my house. Being back home at my place and seeing and having Rebecca and Camille in my life was more than I could ask for thinking that I'd never see them again made me look on the bright side of life. "How was it?" They both asked me a million questions at once. I grabbed an apron and pulled out my notepad the suspense was killing them and enjoying me.

"Seriously now you choose the day to get some work done around here." Rebecca threw a rag at me. I laughed and sat down next to Camille I thought that nows the time would be the right time tell them the truth. Just before I could get a word out the bell on the door rang and I stood up.

Regina the old therapist with pale skin and wrinkles walked into the room still managing to pulling off this all black skirt and button up. I walked over to her and asked her were she'd like to sit and the pointed out a booth. "You know your not fooling anybody." I said as she took her seat and I pulled out my notepad.

"Oh honey, I fooled you for a long time." She smirked.

I sighed she was right. "Okay what would you like."

"I'm not exactly here for anything.." She flicked away the menu.

"You know this is only going to last but so long right?" She began.

I swallowed hard. "What?"

"James will be back Chelsea, and we pissed him off the lord only knows when he's going to come back and how bad he's going to hurt someone." She spoke with a dull tone and no expression in her eyes when this is should be everything we should be afraid of.

"So what do we do?" I asked. She stood up she didn't have and expression but she just shook her head. "We wait." And she began to walk off but she looked back one more time and I knew what she was going to say.