Always is not. Every day is.

chapter 28

Layken's POV:

My head starts to ache and no matter how much hard I try to move my body it won't obey me. Minutes pass and then I hear something, I hear someone breathe through my hair. I then smell a French perfume. I then feel the weight of someone's hand at my back and I feel my head press against something hard, probably someone's chest.

What the hell?

My eyes fly open, I push the person who is hugging me tight in order to look for who is he. The person moves back and then I see that one face I was longing to see.

Ryle.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I speak loudly while shifting back in my bed unaware of what's happening. It's clearly visible that my words tense him so much that he immediately get up from the bed like he is backing off.

"Layken, you- you don't remember?" his voice break and his face displays an emotion that I was longing for at that time when I met him.

I look around myself and from the looks of the room it's obvious that I am in a hospital. I look at my hand and there are so many tubes connected to it. The room is all white except some grey furniture and a grey curtain surrounding my bed.

When nothing makes sense to me I say "What am I doing here?" My words bring further tension to him that he frown as if he has been in pain since months and my words didn't help but increase it. He walk closer to my bed avoiding my eyes and instead looks at his feet. When he reach closer enough he begin speaking "it was Saturday night that you went to see your mother---------------"

These words are enough to create a clear picture in my mind that I don't need to further hear any of the words Ryle is delivering.

I shut my eyes to take in every image of that day. I was happy, going to my mom's place. We both were happy. We were having a mother daughter time until she went up to get an album. That man came. She found my suicide note that I forgot to throw. She cried. He attacked us. He attacked my mom until her beat stop. He threw me. My head hurt. I heard the sirens. I saw police getting inside. And then I saw him, I saw Ryle. I felt his touch but then I faint.

The memory bring so many emotions that before I cry oceans I open my eyes.

When I open my eyes I see the same worried and apologetic face of Ryle. His deep blue eyes looking at me so intensely that I can feel him dig inside my skin, making all his way while he crawl. The room goes silent and I hear nothing else except my heartbeat but then I break the silence. "What day is it now?"

He reply, "You have been asleep since a week."

Wow, only if I could sleep for the whole lifetime.

"I want to see Allon." I say despite saying all the jumbled up words in my mind.

"She is here, I am sending her in." he replies with a very soft tone making it hard for me to hear close. He walk to the door and before turning the doorknob he turn around and he give me a tender smile. And then he leave.

My mind is like an ocean right now. The only difference is that it isn't clean like one. I am having so much to say, so many questions to ask regarding my mom and that man who blew this act, I have so many feelings right now. The one I never experienced before.

I am thinking about all those things that happened to me over this period of time when the door to the room open and there I see my Allon.

Her eyes are raw red, her skin is not fresh like always. Her clothes aren't ironed, her hair is a mess and her face is so pale.