Holding On

Chapter 32

Steve Martin once said A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

Taylor's P.O.V.

I was still shaking but somehow I calmed down

"Are you sure your okay?"

I nodded and softly sniffed "Yea. He cut the power" I decided to mention

He looked around "Yea, but I'm smarter. I got a back up generator"

I softly chuckled "Come on" He said as we left. I went with him as he turned it on, afterwards we went back down to the kitchen while he kept insisting to make me something "Antonio, really I'm okay" I said sitting on the couch

He sighed and sat next to me "I'm sorry, I wasn't suppose to fall asleep" He held up his elbow on top of the couch with his hand dangling down

I shook my head "Neither was I. This isn't your fault it's his"

"Yea but I am suppose to be protecting you" He said figuratively kicking himself

I grabbed onto his hand for comfort "You are" There was that second of silence, I felt like I was closer to him then ever "Where did he go?"

I noticed Antonio glance at our hands but to my surprise he didn't pull away "He ran across the street, the unit hadn't even known he was here"

"Did he go after him?" I asked

"Yea, but its unlikely he will even get to him. He's smart"

"But you tried. That's all that matters to me" He looked up at me and I tried to smile best I could

He finally looked at me and we stayed staring at each other. I jumped about 5 feet into the air when I heard a noise coming from outside

Antonio jumped but not as high as I did "Stay here" He demanded as he quietly but swiftly stood up to go interrogate

I watched as he looked out the window. He turned back and walked towards me "The neighbor across the street just got home"

I nodded and took a deep breath "Right"

He sat next to me again and this time put his arm around me "Get some sleep"

"What about you?" I asked

"I'm okay. Just get some sleep" He pulled me in closer for comfort

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep

   The next morning I woke up but I wasn't on the couch, I was in the guest bedroom. I climbed out of the bed and freshened up in the restroom. After walking downstairs I smelled the caffeine. I noticed Antonio drinking coffee in the  kitchen

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Good, considering a deranged psychopath is trying to kill me" I expect Antonio to laugh or at least something but he gave me a straight face

"You want some coffee?"

I exhaled "Please" I stood on front of the kitchen counter. I always about to say what I wanted but he already knew because it was preparing it the way I love it