You Anchor Me

Lost in Reno

"Scott," I say into the phone. "I need you to come get me."

"Cameron, where are you. You never came home last night. I went looking for you, but I just found your phone and your clothes. Are you okay?" he replies, worry filling his voice. " I told mom you spent the night at Lyric's and they think you got sick at school."

"Calm down. I'm fine. I'll tell you the whole story when you get here, but some how I am in Reno, Nevada. A lady found me in her backyard and she cleaned me up. Please just come get me." I look over into the kitchen where the little old lady who found me is cooking breakfast.

"We are on our way," he said. I thank him and then shut my phone. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh. I just want to go home and get in my bed. I want to know why I stripped naked and ended up in Nevada. I mostly want to sit and cry, knowing that I'm a freak of nature and Isaac abandoned me.

The woman, a seventy five year old living alone, takes the spatula and slides the over medium egg onto a plate in the only vacant spot. The plate was filled with food that made my hungry stomach ache and my parched mouth water. Bacon stacked high, toast with grape jelly just like I like it, a crisp waffle, and now an egg was made just for me. It made my heart warm up, knowing that I was a stranger covered in blood, but she bathed, clothed, and is now feeding me.

"Here you go, Dear." She hands me the plate with a sweet smile. Looking at her now let me have time to study her. The woman is seventy five years old, but she lives on her own. Her long gray hair is naturally curly and hangs past her breasts. She is wearing the same old, dark gray night gown that made her seem two sizes bigger than she actually was when she found me.

When I had reached her house, I was yelling for someone, and my heart did a flip when someone walked out of the back door. I had my hands over myself, trying to be modest. She had rushed to me and quickly took me inside, asking if she needed to call the police or an ambulance. I told her no and she thankfully didn't take the situation in her own hands and call anyways. No, she took me upstairs and lead me to the bathroom. She said that I could take a shower and then she'd have some clothes for me. I was so grateful that I went to hug her, but she held a hand up, saying," Only after you are clean and clothed, my dear." I laughed and apologized. She said that it was instinct and she couldn't blame me for it, so she left me there with a towel and a hot water shower. The water on my hot, sun baked skin was heaven and thankfully, it washed off the dried blood. When I finally got out, my skin was wrinkled. A stack of clothes were lain outside the door, waiting for me, but apparently I wasn't allowed to wear her clothes. Istead, the old lady had given me some clothes from her granddaughter's closet, and least to say, it was a struggle to get my head through the shirt and the I was pretty sure my blood was going to be cut off due to the tight sweatpants I was being given. They were skin tight, showing off every curve. The shirt didn't turn out much better. It came up to my belly button and had one direction's face plastered on the front. I just wandered what Scott was going to say when he saw me. After getting dressed, I went downstairs and asked if I could use the phone. The lady said that it would be fine, so I picked it up and called Scott, and then I caught up to where we are now, eating breakfast in the small backwoods house in Nevada.

"Thank you again, ma'am," I tell her as I eat my eggs.

"No trouble, my dear. I'm quite sorry about the clothes. I thought maybe they would work since all my gowns are hanging to dry." I smile and say that the clothes are fine, a little snug, but I can make it until Scott comes.