Save You Tonight

Chapter Twenty-Eight.

Its been three days since my attack. Aside from nightmares, constant fear of him coming back got me, and possible panic attacks whenever I see someone suspicious outside my window, I do say I could be doing worse. What really helps me through it is Mark. He's been visiting quite often to check up on me, never missing assignments, and showing me our blueprint for our bookshelf. In fact today we are heading over to the workshop to start cutting the wood. I have already decided to use a pastel teal color to color the shelf, being a more vibrant yet subtle color.

It as been starting to get more cold as the days go on and I had to wear my sneakers and jacket to be able to go outside. I remember I needed to organize the boxes where all my books are. I had them shipped from America to here when I arrived to London but they never got here until two days ago. Thank God he gave me enough time to get them a home. I moved boxes and pushed them away from the door and near my window. If anything, that's where they would make the best blockade.

The officers continued to come and go in front of the flat, most of them being very friendly and Rose and I inviting them in for some tea since the British adore tea. They switch every twelve hours so the next morning there is always someone new to chat with. The stories they share with us are priceless. Who thought there was so much craziness in one city? Imagine the world?

My furniture had arrived and my bed was absolutely comfortable! I sleep like a baby when I don't wake up screaming from my nightmares. I feel like I'm keeping poor Rose up every night as she rushes in my room to make sure it was just a false alarm. She claims she doesn't mind, better safe than sorry but I'm starting to feel more like a burden than a roommate.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and it was Mark.

"Hey Alaine, I'm outside." he voiced vibrated through the speaker.

"Be out in a minute." I say, ending the call. I grab my bag and jacket and head out the door. The officer leading me down to the main floor and into Mark's car. I thank him and Mark does too. When we're off I notice the new tinted windows.

"New windows?" I say, looking at people who couldn't see me.

"Make faces if you'd like." he joked. So I did, I made a face at a man who was looking straight at me but he didn't even notice me. I laughed and so did Mark. I felt his hand ontop of mine as I rested it on the arm rest. I turned to him and he kept looking straight forward, I settled into my seat and didn't move it. Somehow it brought me more comfort.

The drive wasn't at all long which surprised me. We got out at this workshop with a garage door that was closed and Mark went to knock on the side door right next to it. He rung the doorbell too but it took at least a minute or two for someone to answer. An gruff looking guy, around mid-forties, came out with goggles on and gloves with shirt that looked un-ironed in days.

"Marcus my boy! You're wood is here." he said. His English accent coming out sort of strong.

"Please call me Mark, Bradley." he said a little embarrassed.

"Well fine, come on in kids its kind of chilly out there isn't it?" he says widening the door to let us in. We came in and immediately you could smell the sawdust in the air. It was almost as if you were breathing them in as air particles. I could hear nothing but saws and power drills being used.

The shop had a big area with a lot of tables with different equipment and many people shedding their wood with sandpaper, goggles on with gloves and long sleeves. Most of them were men over a certain age and a handful of women. I couldn't believe they had such a business like this. It seemed like a friend environment.

"Let's get you kids geared up before you start on over there. Plus you want the wood you ordered, which may I say, was an excellent choice." Bradley compliments.