PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX

"Hey Jake, are you coming with me today at work? Or are you going to rot in this apartment with this freaking book in your hand?" I poked his right shoulder blade as I through over my shoulder my backpack.

"I'm coming, just give me a second to finish this page."

"Nope, you're going to make me late! Bye Jake!"

I shut the door behind me and started to go down the stairs when I heard Jake calling me. I threw a glimpse over my shoulder, watching him try to wear his shoes on the go while he kept his jacket between his teeth.

I couldn't help it but laugh mockingly to that image. As it was expected, Jake was soon after walking next to me as if he was always standing there, casually putting on his jacket.

"You really couldn't wait another minute?" He rolled his eyes suppressing a smile.

"You know how I feel about being late, Jake. My kids need me!"

"Relax, superwoman. Your kids will still need you a minute after."

"Precision... My position requires precision. That includes my time schedule."

"There is no way I'll ever win an argument with you, is there?"

"Slightly doubt there is," I said proudly before taking off faster once again.

"You're too energetic for someone who has barely slept, do you know that?"

"How do you know?" I stopped and looked at him confused.

"I could hear you humming to the baby until like 3 am? But your lullaby made me fall asleep."

"I'm sorry Jake, I didn't mean to..."

"Help me sleep?" he smiled before taking off again. "I'm not complaining, sweetie. You helped me fight my insomnia."

"Why weren't you able to sleep?" I asked hesitantly, a bit afraid of what his reply could be.

"Well I'm still struggling to get used to my working hours. I mean... I had been a bartender for too long, sweetie. It's not easy to get back to normal."

"My roommate is a bartender and he refuses to make me a drink..." I shook my head from side to side disappointed making Jake chuckle.

"I'm not refusing you a drink. I'm refusing you an alcoholic drink!"

"A single cocktail can't do harm to the baby Mister Oppression!"

"Oppression? Really?"

"Really!"

"You think so highly of me... I'm so hurt, Valeria..."

"Oh shut up!" I laughed as I finally pulled him through the doors of the institute.

I rushed towards the room where I was meeting a group of teenagers every day. Today it was the day that a handful of them would need to recreate a hurtful even of their past in a small play.

The rest of the group afterwards would have to shower them with love, and beautiful thoughts to help them erase as much as it is possible and allowed by their own selves the hurtful event. To replace it with a warmer, nicer memory.

"Hello Miss!" Michael, a boy in the age of thirteen, abused by his own father run towards me and embraced me.

I wrapped my arms around him and planted a kiss on the top of his head. Moments like that one, where I can clearly feel the love of my kids, are making every difficulty worth it.