Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Ben

I sighed as the doorbell rang, its shrill tone bounced off the walls.Jon, who was deep in a slumber, did not stir.

"Princess?" I whispered "I'm going to see who that it is, I'll be quick" I pressed a kiss to his forehead and slipped out of bed, tucking the quilt under Jon's chin. Hopefully, he wouldn't wake up, I wasn't expecting anyone so I bet I could be back upstairs in a minute or so. Cautiously I opened the door.

I was greeted by two smartly dressed men, who both looked awfully familiar yet I couldn't put a name to their face.

"Is this the home of Mr Benjamin Cooke and Mr Jon Cooke?" The brunette asked. Slowly I nodded.

"Fantastic" The other one, who had dark hair, beamed, stepping forward slightly "May we come in?"

"Um, uh, I... don't know who you are" I blurted "Or why you're here"

"We're here concerning the well-being of Jon Cooke, who we know is not well. May we come in?"

"He's fine" I said through clenched teeth "He has medication, monthly check ups and he has recently started therapy"

"We need to check your home is a safe environment for him to live in"

"Of course it is!"

"Locks on cutlery drawers? Any items such as razors are safely hidden from him?"

"Well, no but he hasn't needed that"

"Oh really?" The brunettes eyes gleamed "Well we happen to know that he used a razor to self-harm approximately 2 weeks ago"

"How the fuck do you know that?" I frowned "Don't tell me you heard from the doctors because he hasn't fucking been to the doctors since he did that, he's scheduled to go for a check up next week"

"We'll gladly explain if we could come in and talk to you in a civil manner"

"Fine, come in" I stepped aside to allow them to walk inside.

"So, where is Jon?" The brunette asked eagerly as he perched on the sofa

"None of your fucking business" I muttered As if on cue, Jon started screaming as though his body was on fire "I'll be back in a minute"

"Why is he screaming?"

"He had a nightmare, okay?!" I said agitatedly "Just stay here, I'll be back in a minute"

"I think it's best we see to this" They both stood up

"No! He won't calm down if he sees you two and there is no way I'm going to let you use any form of drug on him to calm him down"

"Why won't he calm down if he sees us?"

"He doesn't deal well with strangers" I snapped "I'll bring him down with me"

My stomach churned at the thought of sitting Jon down with these two men to talk about his 'well-being'. I didn't trust them at all but I coudn't call them out without any solid evidence. I raced upstairs and threw myself down on top of Jon. Once he calmed down, I knew I had to tell him the news.

"Where did you go?" He sniffled

"Princess, two men came to the door demanding to see if the house was safe for you to live in. I don't trust them and I recognise them somewhat but not enough to give you a name. I told them I'd take you down to see them, if you know who they are, you have to tell me" I said urgently