Dusk and Dawn

4 : Creepy

The doctors said my mum had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days and who was I to argue with that? I wanted to make sure she's okay to come back home and the hospital must be the safest place she can be right now. I promised we would go on a picnic when she was stable enough and went back home at around 3 a.m. , exhausted. Of course, my mum agreed on me not going to school for a little while so I didn't have to worry about having to wake up for school.

So here I am now, exhausted but awake , smoking a nice relaxing cigarette , sitting on the edge of my window. It's chilly so I have a big sweater on that I got at a concert. I don't even remember who was playing , I only remember it was a favor so one of Maya's friends was probably performing.

I inhale the smoke and shiver , I really needed this all day.

I know this is the part where I start wondering who the hell did this to my only family member and why.

I don't know who could possibly hate my mother since she's a disgustingly kind and sweet person. I don't remember her going out with anyone lately , or talking to anyone for that matter. Except for the person she said she was talking to on the phone today.

I linger over that for a few seconds. I flick my cigarette out of the window and run in her room. There's still some blood on the floor but I ignore it, heading to her nightstand where I locate her phone.

It's one of those old phones from the 90s and I quickly find the number that recently called her. 8:30, the time I left for school. This is it.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial the number without thinking about it.

"Leah?!" the man answers after 4 seconds , "are you okay?!" he asks frantically,

"Yes," I wonder why he's awake but don't ask about it, "she won't be able to walk ever again though."

"Thank God she's alive," the man sighs , "wait who are you?"

The guy is slow , "her daughter, who are you?"

"Keira?"

"How did you know?" I narrow my eyes and sit on my mum's bed , "I asked who you are."

"You don't know me," he says after a silent moment , "my name is Brad, I work with your mum, she's my assistant."

"Oh you're the therapist," I remember my mum talking about him once or twice , "well I don't think she'll be able to come to work for a while, or ever again for that matter. Like I said, the doctors informed us she won't walk ever again."

"That is terrible..." he genuinely sounds devastated , "tell her not to worry about work at all, and that I will help in any way I can."

"Uh, thank you."

"No problem," he says cheerfully , "can I go see her tomorrow?"

"Well I'm not going to stop you if your intentions are good."

He chuckles , "you're exactly like she described you ; smart and not afraid to say what you think."

"You don't know that."

"I think I'm good at seeing through people , it' my job after all."

"Well , you can't see me."

"Then I look forward to meeting you."

I feel like there's a lot I don't know ; why is this guy so comfortable and chatty with his assistant's daughter calling him at 4 in the morning? Why is he not freaked out and asking questions about how she got injured? Long story short, I have to be careful with this guy.