Saving Ally

Chapter 31

--Ally Christian

I sit next to Drew and hand him a cup of tea. "Feeling better?" I ask him.

He looks at me, his pale blank face forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm just tired," he says, with a raspy voice. He coughs quietly, not wanting me to hear it."Have you heard anything else about your dad?"

"Yeah, he might be bailing himself out of jail," I say quietly, feeling myself starting to shake. "He is also trying to put me in jail."

"What the hell is wrong with him?" he asks, angrily.

"Baby it's okay you don't have to worry about it. You're sick, you shouldn't be worrying about me and all of my problems," I say soothingly, kissing his forehead.

"I can't not worry about you. I want to protect you," he says.

"When you get better you can. While you're sick, it's me who will protect you," I explain and he smiles.

"Hey I still can," he responds and stands up and flexes his biceps. "I can still beat him to the ground."

"I won't let you do that... again," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Why not? He's such a dick to you."

"He's not in my life that much anymore and hopefully it'll stay like this," I reassure him.

"But what if he comes back?" he asks me.

"He won't. Even if he tries to get near me, he won't be able to," I explain, getting irritated.

"And why do you think that?"

"I just know, okay?" I lash out at him. I don't like talking about my dad, and this is too much for me. Especially right now. It's almost Christmas and I don't want to be arguing with Drew about my dad during it. I just want to relax, watch the snow that has just started falling this morning, and watch Christmas classics.

"Okay," he says, understanding that I'm not in a great mood. He sits back on the bed and takes my hand. "I'm sorry, I just want to-"

"I know you want to protect me Drew, but you can't always protect me," I interrupt. "I have to go to my appointment."

"What appointment?" he asks.

"Remember I have to go see my doctor about my nightmares and stuff. I have to talk to her about how to stop it or make them less violent."

"Oh, really? How are you paying for this?"

"Your dad is helping me out, but I want to get a job so I can pay for it myself. I might get a job at the store down the street. It's not that much money, but it's better than nothing," I explain and sigh.

"You don't have to. I doubt my dad minds," he says.

"Yeah, but I mind. I already came barging into his house and using his stuff and now I'm taking his money. I just can't do that," I explain, feeling guilty.

He nods, understanding me. After a short period of silence he says, "Christmas is in a couple days. Anything specific that you want?"

I look at him and gasp dramatically, "You haven't gotten me anything? What's wrong with you!"

He grins and playfully hits my arm and I giggle. "I'm kidding, you don't have to get me anything," I say.

"How can I not get you anything?" he asks.

I shrug. "It's not super important. It's just Christmas."

"Oh, well I did get you something. Did you get me anything?"