Donovan

4. Problems

      I heard myself screaming. All I could see was blood tailing from my child bedroom to the bathroom and her body floating right before my eyes. Lifeless and cold as the red water pooled around her. Her eyes were opened and the bloody razors that took her life were straight down from where her arm hung out of the tub. All I could do was scream. She was dead. Sarah. My sister. She was dead.

Oh god no.

    No!

   I was in some sort of personal hell for what felt like hours until I felt strong, warm arms wrap around me, making me feel secure again. My eyes snapped open as I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks. Donovan was humming something as I clung onto his chest like I was hanging off a cliff. Afraid that if I let go, that will be the end of me. What can I say? He was my asylum.

"You're okay. I'm right here," Donovan whispered into my ear. I had my arms wrapped around him as one of my legs entwined over his. When had he come? And why was it so late? I didn't realize that I was still sobbing terrible tears until he wiped my cheeks. I felt warmth fill me as he kissed my forehead and lied us in the bed so he could cradle my back against his front. It passed about a couple of minutes as the silence filled the room. I stopped crying but as I spoke, my voice sounded strained.

"Where were you?" It was barely a whisper but he heard me as he held me tighter. Oh my. Could this last forever?

"Tomorrow," was all he said. So I waited for tomorrow and fell asleep in the arms of the boy I love.

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My eyes opened slowly as I felt extra weight on my waist. I looked down to see Donovan's arms tightly secured around my waist as if I'll somehow escape his grasp. That was almost impossible. The corner of my lip raised as I just stayed in his arms and felt thankful for this man. I slowly turned myself towards him so I could see his beautiful and dashing face. He hadn't moved a muscle as I even rested my hand on top of  solid chest. His eyes were closed very peacefully and I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest.

    "I see you're ogling at my face again," he suddenly said in a husky voice. I smiled as he opened his eyes at me. Those piercing blue eyes staring into my mind, my body and all of me.

   "Donovan?" I said. He smiled.

   "Yes, Emery?"

   "No one uses the word ogling anymore. What century are you living in?" I laughed.

   "Emery?"

    "Yes, Donovan?" My voice was playful.

    "I don't care," he said to me before he pecked a kiss on my cheek. I laughed and slapped his arm.

   When he was fully awake, we had breakfast and talked about yesterday. I explained my dream and he never looked away from my eyes. He also told me how he had to run personal errands with his brothers because Vincent had to go into this city that was about two hours away.

We finished dinner around nine p.m since we didn't have anything to cook here. He ordered Chinese takeout and we went to my bedroom after to watch a movie. After the movie finished, he just held me closely to him.

"What do your brothers do by the way?" I suddenly asked. His body stiffened a little as he stared off as if he was coming up with an answer.