You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 14: Take me under your wing

I hang up and then take a seat on the park, the closest of parking to not miss my friend's arrival. The rain begins to fall gradually, but I don't care, I like the rain and the drops falling on me make me feel good.

I savor the moment with my whole being when a sound of horn startles me, I turn to its source and see Paul getting out of the car, holding an umbrella.

-Jim, I'm here... Come on, don't stay under the rain or you will get sick.

I get up from the bench and rush to the father of my first lover and then throw myself in his arms and begin to cry.

-Oh, Paul... I'm too scared and I feel lost... I sob, tightly hugging him.

-Hush, don't cry, I'm here now... Whispers the guitarist, holding me against him.

We stay a while under the rain tight against each other before Paul moves back and looks at me in the eyes.

-You have luggage to take? He asks, stroking my wet hair.

-They are at the hotel, Octavio was kind enough to keep them within, untill I leave.

-Get in the car, I'll get them for you. Says the brown, starting to leave.

I open the car door and then go inside and take my place on the seat beside the driver. I enjoy the heat enveloping my body and sink gradually into Morpheus arms.

I wake with a start, hearing the door's slamming sound. I yawn and look at Paul, who is sitting on the driver's seat.

-I woke you up ? Sorry !! Apologizes Landers then adds. Your things are in the trunk, we will start.

-Where do you live ? I ask him, looping the seat-belt.

-An apartment lost somewhere in the middle of New York... He answers with a shrug.

-If you say so. I whisper, almost forgetting in what mess I am. Do you have a towel? My hair is wet and I don't want to damage the car.

-I think Richard keeps a towel under the driver's seat. Responds the brown. Moreover, I wonder what he uses it for.

I look under his seat and pull a piece of slightly crumpled napkin. I dry my hair and then put it back in its place.

The path leading from the hotel to the apartment, that is in the middle of nowhere, passes silent. Finally, we arrive under a huge skyscrapers and Landers stops.

-I can see this apartment in the middle of nowhere. I say, watching the building from the bottom up.

-Come on !! Asks Paul who is already out. Don't stay in the car.

I unbuckle the belt then open the door and get out, slowly, from the car. A boy approaches us and offers his help, what Paul gladly accepts and I notice that they know each other.

I follow the two men inside the building and in the elevator. Landers presses a button that shows a floor number and the doors close. He turns his attention on the boy and they begin a long discussion in a language that I believe to be Russian.

Once in our floor, the two men carry my luggage and walk down a long corridor in which several doors with numbers are. Finally we arrive near the guitarist's house, he pulls out a magnetic card from his pocket and opens the door.

-Thanks for the help, Freddy !! The brunette smiles to the young-man.

-No problem, Paul. Responds the guy named Freddy with the same tone. Don't hesitate to ask for help, I am at your service.