The Slower Path - Part 7

254 27 4
                                    

As September the first became closer, the days became longer. I go to work, the Doctor stays home and screws around, and I avoid my parents. They've called several times, but I've been ignoring them. If they want me to forgive them, they're going to be begging because I'm not apologizing. I didn't even do anything wrong. It's not my fault that she's too attached to me. And all Dad is doing is defending her. I think all of this while sitting in our living room, sipping on tea. The Doctor sits down to join me while drinking tea of his own. He puts his tea down and says "Rose, I know it's been a bit boring this past week, so I thought, before I start work, that we would go away for the weekend. You know, maybe go stay near the countryside." I am excited at the prospect of spending a weekend alone with the Doctor. "That sounds lovely." I say, grinning at him. He smiles and says "Then it's settled. I'll rent a small cottage and we'll leave on Friday." He stands up and walks to the kitchen. I can't believe I'm going to the countryside with the love of my life. This is going to be a great weekend. I just finish my train if thought when I hear a loud crash in the kitchen. I jump up and run in to find the Doctor lying on the ground, tea everywhere. "Doctor, what happened? Are you hurt?" "No," he stands up. "I'm fine, I just... slipped. You know. Here, let me sit down." He sits in a kitchen chair, clutching his stomach. I feel like it's not just a slip. I feel like there's something he's keeping from me. I kneel down and start to clean up the mess, forcing the thought from my mind.

The Slower PathWhere stories live. Discover now