BLAKES POV:
I slowly open my eyes to my cold bedroom. It has been a week since everything happened and I have been staying in Washington state with my parents and the Taylor's (Ben and Ollie). My parents are looking at places in upstate New York. Ben and Ollie don't plan on leaving us anytime soon.
I guess you can say me and Ben are together. It's kinda confusing. We haven't really talked much since a few nights ago. I don't want to get into much detail but things happened. Not necessarily bad things or regrettable things. We had sex. It's not a bad thing.
I walk downstairs into the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast and dad was outside in the backyard sitting down and talking to Ben. Ollie was watching tv on the coach. By the way we seemed you wouldn't have been able to guess what we had been through.
I went over and sat next to Ollie. He was watching the news. It was all about the earthquakes. I look at Ollie who was watching the tv intensely and with fear. I pick up the remote and put on Nickelodeon. "We don't need to watch that" I say rubbing his head. My dad and Ben walk back inside. "So what's for breakfast" my dad asks.
"Eggs" my mother replied. We all seemed pretty devastated. But my dad seems to make situations lighter by acting like everything was okay. He made jokes and talked to everyone.
My mother was just quiet most of the time, but she smiled at us and just seemed lucky to be alive. She hugged us all a lot. Telling us she's thankful that we're okay. She hugged me and Ollie the most, because I'm her daughter and Ollie is only 13 years old.
Ben tried to figure out more about what happened. He seemed pretty normal until night time. Then he goes in full on research mode.
Ollie was his normal self. He tried not to think about it and focus on the positive. He liked watching cartoons and reading his books. He told me on several occasions how much he loved reading.
I on the other hand. Try not to even think about it. And if someone brought it up I would leave. I have night terrors at night. Sometimes I get sleep paralysis and sometimes I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs. This happens every night, many times a night I should say. Normal it's screaming. Mom, dad, and Ben all take turns comforting me and getting me to stop. My mom will wrap her arms around me and hold me close and tell me it's okay. My dad will hold my head close to his chest and rock me softly. Ben will hold my hands and hold me extremely tight. He just holds me silently and rubs my back and runs his fingered through My hair.
