I toss and turn in the queen sized bed. After watching the sunset together and a few old movies we decided to get some sleep.
Trevor is lying next to me peacefully. The balcony doors are still open and the cool breeze from the ocean makes me shiver. I’m about to be hushed off to sleep by the sound of the waves when my phone rings.
Alarmed, I sit up in tangled sheets and pick up my phone. The familiar picture of my smiling mother lights up the screen. I rub my eyes and answer the phone.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
I gently swing myself out of bed and head out on the porch so I don’t wake Trevor.
“Angela! Thank goodness you picked up! I need your help!” my mother’s familiar voice sounds panicked and shaky.
I’m instantly concerned. The text message comes back to me.
“Mom where are you? Why are you calling at 4am?” I ask into the phone
“Angela, listen to me. I need you to get home as soon as you can, do you understand me? Something’s happened and...”
Suddenly the phone call ends leaving me to ponder what the rest of her sentence contained. My mom is a worrier but she knows I love Trevor and wouldn’t ask me to leave him unless it was an emergency. Without thinking, I start making plans to leave. I walk back into the bedroom and Trevor is still fast asleep, I hate waking him but he doesn’t deserve to wake up with me gone and no explanation. I throw my things into one of his backpacks and set it on the floor at the end of the bed. I walk around to his side and gently shake him.
“Trevor, wake up.”
He opens his blue eyes and stretches turning on his back to look at me.
“Angela, what’s wrong sweetheart?
“My mom called, I think she’s in trouble, I need go home for a little while.”
Confused, he sits up in bed.
“What time is it?” he asks looking around the room.
“It’s 4am.” I answer softly.
“Can it wait till later in the morning?” He mumbles, still half asleep.
I shake my head, “No, you know my mom; she wouldn’t ask me to leave you unless it was a life or death situation.”
He chuckled softly, “Very true. Well I don’t want you wasting any more money on plane tickets. My friend down the road owns a small helicopter. I’ll call him. He can give you a ride there and back.”
He reaches for my hands, “Would you like me to come with you.”
I smile; it’s just like Trevor to want to take care of me. “No it’s okay, you stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I figure out what’s wrong.”
He squeezes my hand, “Okay, I’ll call my friend.”
He gets up and heads into the kitchen. I grip the backpack and take one last look around the room for anything I’ve left behind before turning and following him out the door.
