Free: A Jc Caylen Sequel

Chapter Thirteen

I hated the lumpy mattress and cold motel room more than I hated the lack of information I was being given. It had been almost three months since I had seen the sunshine and warm air I knew as home. I curled up in the corner of the bed near the radiator, pulling my arms into the oversized sweatshirt, I had wondered if Jc had noticed it was missing yet. Perhaps he had assumed I had taken it with me, though his smell had since worn out of the fabric, it was comforting knowing something of his was warm around me. I had never been in such strict hiding conditions before, and although I knew it was for a serious matter I couldn't help but feel ill informed on the matter. Everyone around me spoke in whispers and Mel often went away for days leaving me in the car of his assistants, whom barely spoke even when spoken to. We were always on the move, never in one place for too long, always in cheap motel rooms. I had seen more floral comforters from the 70s than I needed to in my lifetime. Though I was assured that I was safer than ever.

When we were on the move it was always at night, I would stare up at the stars and think of Jc. Hoping that he was looking up at me, waiting for me to come back to him. After everything I had been through I knew deep down that he was home for me, without him I would be lost. They say that you don't truly miss someone until you're doing something and begin to wish that they were there with you. And I can assure you that when you truly, truly miss someone you'll wish they were there every second, every moment of every day you're away from them. I had hoped that he had realized through my note that I wasn't running away from him. I was being held in safety until I could run back to him, freely.

The word free, had always held a special meaning in my heart. Free, though a vague word on it's own with multiple meanings, had always given me hope. Even on my darkest days I had only hoped to be free, to fly free, on my own and live as though humans are supposed to, freely. Free to make choices for myself, take chances, and live how I wished. After years of being guided and directed I couldn't imagine anything more magical than freedom. Now as I sat engulfed in Jc's hoodie, on a lumpy mattress, in a freezing motel room in God knows where. I gave myself another definition of free, Jc. Free meant I could run back to him. I wanted nothing more than to be free.