I wake up shouting, sweat covering my forehead. I look around and notice I'm in the new apartment. My phone is on the floor. I quickly pick and see who is calling me.
'Aunt Lisa'
Crap, I promised to call her yesterday.
"Good morning, aunt."
"Oh god, Naomi, you got me so scared. I thought something bad happend." - aunt replays relieved.
"I'm sorry. I was just so tired and I forgot to call you."
"I understand. But is everything alright?" - she asks concerned.
"Yes, everything is fine."
"Do you have any plans for today?"
"I'm going to unpack my luggage. If I have more time, I'll take a walk around the hotel and see what is there."
"I won't waste your time, then. I'll call you at the end of the week. Bye."
"Bye."
I end the call and look at the screen. It's nine in the morning.
I open one of my suitcases and pick something comfortable - jeans, light blue T-shirt and white fluffy socks. I shower, put my hair in a messy bun don't even bothering about makeup.
I look at my belongings. I have two suitcases: one with clothes and one with shoes. There is a small box with my makeup products and jewellery. But the most important is almoust two times bigger. It is full of photos, souvenirs and books. I sigh knowing that it will take forever to place everything on its place.
After two hours of unpacking I drag the biggest package into my bedroom. I put the books on a bookshelf and stick pictures to the wall above the desk. A wooden case is the only thing left. I slowly open it like it's going to break any second. A locket my parents gave me on my fifteen birthday is placed on the bottom. There three engraved stars on it - each for a family member: my mother Natalie, my father Robert and me. Inside there is a photo of us taken on holidays in 2012.
I feel a tear making its way down my cheek. Soon, it's followed by more of them. I just sit here crying over my parents. Even though they died when I was sixteen, I still remember how happy they were about that picnic.
I hear a knocking. I quickly wipe the tears and head to the door.
"Hey. I thought that we can go outside and I will show you the nieghborhood. I mean if you want to." - Tyler stutters.
"It's not a date just- ." - he stops talking when he looks at my tear-stained face.
"What's wrong?" - he asks.
I just shrug and sit on the couch taking my head in hands.
"You can tell me. I won't leave you."
He won't leave me. He won't leave me like my parents did.
I start to cry not able to control the sobs. Tyler wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. I cry until there aren't any tears left. A wave of tiredness washes over me. I feel I'm being carried to the bedroom. He gently places me on bed and covers my shaking body with a blanket.
"Tyler?"
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me."
A moment later I'm embranced by the strong arms.
"Goodnight." - I hear a whisper before I fall asleep.
For the first time since my parents left I feel safe.
