Begin Again

Chapter Twenty Seven

"I can be a lone wolf with you. Gotta get up outta here, and you ain't leaving me behind. I know you won't, 'cause we share common interests. You need me there, ain't no leaving me behind. Never, no, no."

Salomé's P.O.V.

Opening my eyes, still half asleep, I felt myself rested against something that was moving steadily. Alarmed, I raised my head up to see Trevon peacefully asleep. That was when events from the day before came flooding into my memory. Telling him the the whole truth, Richard coming back, and, me, needing Trevon to agree with the plan I had told him.

With caution, so that I wouldn't wake up, I used the tips of my fingers to lift his rested arm from my waist and placed it onto him. I slowly began to manoeuvre myself out of his gentle hold, sighing as I could already feel the slightly cold air, since I could no longer feel his body heat. His body temperature wasn't the only thing providing 'heat', and I knew it.

Shaking those inward thoughts away, I tiptoed to his toilet where I could look at the effects of last night. Just as I expected. My bloodshot eyes were sullen, making me look half alive. The bags under them weren't helping either. I glanced up at my dishevelled and scrunched up my nose in disgust. Sighing quietly, I dipped my head in the sink and ran the cold water across my face, its harshness eliminating any sleepiness I was feeling.

"Salomé?"

Quickly wiping my face and running my hands through my hair, I slowly exhaled before stepping out of the toilet, seeing Trevon leaning against the nearby wall, looking well-rested but still an element of fatigue was noticeable.

"Sleep well?" He asked, giving me a tired smile.

"Well..." I joked, trailing off before scrunching up my nose in false discontent. "Your chest isn't exactly the most comfortable surface I've slept on."

Hearing him gasp loudly, I grinned widely at him, shaking my head at how unbelievable he was. It was only the morning and a little weight off of my shoulders felt like they were lifted by just seeing him. I thought nothing of it, but I knew that he was another person, apart from Rachel, who could not only keep me sane but safe.

"Thank you." I smiled, after composing myself.

"For what?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"For being a friend," I replied, honestly. "There's some things that I wouldn't want to tell my sister, and I appreciate you."

Giving me a small smile, he pulled me in for a big embrace. Unintentionally, I snuggled into his chest, admiring that he knew this would be the right response to what I said. I didn't know how long we stayed in this position, but I knew the feeling when he removed his arms around me.

"We do need to talk, Salomé."

Nodding my head in acknowledgement, I walked towards the seat.

"They must have contacted him." I reasoned.

"Your parents?"

"Yes!" I cried, annoyed that he wasn't catching on quick enough. "They probably told him the date of the gathering and he's come back just for it."

"And you're going to go with him?"

"Trevon, I have to," I sighed, resting my head in one hand and closing my eyes. Feeling the seat beside me dip, I turned my head slightly, seeing Trevon. "I'm already gone, I can't upset him further by not agreeing to meet him. And I can't have my family getting suspicious about our relationship."

"You're telling me you haven't seen your family in five years apart from that one dinner? And they weren't suspicious at all?" He asked, in disbelief.