Purple Recovery

Chapter 17: Dear James

So maybe my father didn't take me to see Fred, but I had a good night's sleep. It was so good I didn't even remember James was here. I felt something on my waist and I sat up quickly. Turns out it was only James' arm. He moved and his eyes fluttered open. His hand was now on my lap and as soon as he saw it he pulled his hand away. His eyes grew as he apologized.

"It's okay. It's not like you're a stranger." I smiled.

"In that case..." He pulled me back down and cuddled me to his chest. "You look beautiful this morning."

"My hair is so messy, how can you even say that?" I whispered. He just hugged me tighter. "Don't you have school baby?" I asked. I realized what I had called him but ignored it.

"At 9:30. It's barely 8 o'clock." He said looking at his phone.

"Help me to the bathroom?" I said. I didn't want help but I had to go very bad. He carried me to the bathroom and boy was I glad. Once I was finished I stood on one leg brushing my teeth. "James!"

He opened the door a bit." What's wrong?"

"I'm done you can come in." I said. He opened the door and came in. He grabbed his toothbrush and started the water. The bathroom was only used by him and I. Anything in it was his or mine.

After he finished, he carried me back to my room. I got my crutches and we began to make our way down the stairs. "I think I'm going to use one of the rooms downstairs for now." I said as I got to the bottom. James helping along the way.

"It's better then going up and down the stairs." James said as we walked into the kitchen.

"James, I thought you had left early." Mary said. "I knocked on your door earlier and when you didn't answer I opened it and you weren't there."

"He was with me, is there still food?" I asked.

"Yeah go take a seat and I'll take it out to you guys right now." She said.

We thanked her and then made out way to the dinning table. My mother was there eating quietly while reading a book.

"Morning Taylor," she quickly glanced at me then back at her food. She looked back up at my boyfriend. "James, I thought Mary said..."

"I was in Taylor's room." James said pulling out a chair for me. He sat next to me as Mary came by with our food.

"I couldn't sleep." I said. "I told him to stay in my room."

"Okay, well finish your guy's breakfast. James your mother called saying you wouldn't answer her and that Layla wanted to go over."

"I have to go to school in a bit, and I don't know what time I'll get home..."

"Why do you hate your mom?" I blurted the question out.

My mom looked up at me then at James. "I'm going to help Mary in the kitchen." She said getting up. She got her plate and left. James and I both knew she was giving us space. I turned to look back at him again, raising an eyebrow.

"We were close. Like very close but after you stayed in a coma and I would go over like every day she thought I was crazy. My own mother tried to put me in a mental hospital." He said.

"Has she not apologized?" I asked.

"I feel like I can't trust her. Besides she got mad at Debbie for letting me sleep at hers. And then for giving me the apartment. And also for having a place to sleep here when I felt lonely. That's why they don't talk much."

It made sense. I mean they didn't talk much but it's not my mom's fault. She was just trying to help. Was it possible that she's jealous of my mom. Maybe that's why she doesn't want to go to Layla's competitions so that Layla won't want to go to the dance studio anymore.