The plane ride is smooth, and the bed is comfortable for being in such a small area. But my insomnia is back. The fear of what Paris will bring keeps me awake. The curtain to my bed pulls back and there stands Brendan with a glass of water and two warm chocolate chip cookies. He hand me the water and we both sit on my bed enjoying the cookies.
"Couldnt sleep huh?"
"Not a bit, what about you?"
"Never could sleep in cars to planes or any moving vehicle after my parents"
'What happened exactly if you don't mind me asking?"
He takes a long sigh and continues "I was 3 or 4 and I remeber being in the car with them. They were headed home from picking me up when a drunk driver driving an 18 wheeler ran into us head on. I lived but my parents weren't so lucky" he looks down and fumbles with his cookie
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to respond to this. But I understand loss and it's hard" I hug him and he lets out a sob into my shoulder and I let him. He sits there and sobs to me for awhile until he falls asleep in my bed.
Trapped under his enormously toned body I'm forced to lie there and drift off myself
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Because Of Him
Teen FictionAs a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the d...
