Please Don't Go

CHAPTER 3

     After breakfast, Cole heads back to his place and I sat in the living room thinking. I inherited my parents home after they died. It's been a blessing really, especially after their unexpected death. I didn't have to worry about having a roof over my head.

     It was hard coming back home after their deaths. I slept in their bed for months. Once and a while I still sleep in there. Just to feel closer to them. 

     I got up from the couch to go change. I grew up in this house, but I never really took it in until I lost my parents. Walking down the hall to my room was like walking down memory lane.

     My mom called it the photo gallery. She wasn't the type to hide photos in photo albums. She liked to be able to see them every day. Once I reached the end of the hall, I stopped.

     "I miss you guys." I touched the framed photo of my mom and dad on their wedding day. I headed up the marble stair case, looking at the light dancing off of the crystal chandelier in the center of the room.

     It really was an opulent home. Something was missing though. Laughter, people... a family. It was just me here. I refused to have maids, I was more than capable of cooking and cleaning. I would probably invite some co-workers over for lunch sometime soon though.

     I walked down the hallway leading to the bedrooms. The plush carpet felt like I was walking on clouds. At the end of the hall, a giant window allowed sunlight to shine through. I forgot to close it the previous night, allowing the warm summer air to flow through.

     Even though I lived in New York, I preferred the countryside. It was nice to escape the city, the air out here was cleaner too. It was a little bit of a drive to work, but I didn't mind it.

     I walked into my room and headed straight for my closet. It was a walk in type closet, and I kept everything organized. Cole calls me obsessed with being organized, but it helps keep me calm. Not to mention, I can find things much faster when it's neat and tidy.

     When Cole and I get married, he better keep his stuff organized... my thoughts trailed off.

We've been together for six years now, surely he would pop the million dollar question soon, right?

     Something was off about Cole earlier. His stare was so glass like, as if he was in a daze.

     He always tells me if something is wrong. It's probably nothing if he didn't tell me.

    I dismissed the thought and grabbed a random outfit. A cream dress with black polka dots that came past my knees a couple inches.  A boat neckline with sleeves that covered my shoulders. It was soft too, like pajama material.

     Best random pick ever. I loved this dress. I decided against shoes, it's not like I planned on going anywhere anyways. I didn't have to work today and I wasn't on call either, might as well do random nothings. I looked at the grand piano.

Maybe later. I thought.

     I lay on my bed thinking about work. Cole is right, why do I do the work of a CNA?That's basically cheating me out of my job.

     Am I too young to be classified as competent? That can't be true or else I wouldn't have gotten the job. I think it's time I do something about this. I have the knowledge, and I'm more than competent.

      I figured I should text Cole and tell him of my plans.

     I think I'm going to talk to my supervisor tomorrow about my job. You're right, I should be doing a doctors job.

Maybe this whole thing as been a joke? If I'm going to actually get anywhere in my job, I need the experience. Changing bed pans doesn't help. My phone make a twinkling sound, disrupting my thoughts.

     Ah it's Cole.

     That's great Ana. They shouldn't treat you like that. I gotta go tho. I have to call work real fast. 😘

     I sighed. Cole was a teacher, so he would need to find a substitute for the upcoming week. I knew we wouldn't be able to stay with his parents the entire week, but we could at least get three days.

     Besides, if I am going to convince my job that I am competent enough to do my job, I can't just disappear for a week. I sighed.

     Maybe I shouldn't go. I really need to work out my work situation...Cole really wanted me to go though.

     I let my thoughts take over.

Next day.

     I woke up to the sound of something awful screeching.

     "Shut up." I moaned into my pillow. I just wanted to sleep.

     Get up you fat lazy idiot. You have work and you need to talk with you supervisor.

     I sighed, sat up, and turned my alarm off. I didn't get nearly enough sleep.

     Five more minutes... I promise... NO GET OUT OF BED YOU LAZY LUMP OF A LOG! It sure is a good thing that mind readers don't exist or else I'd scare them.

     I couldn't help but snicker. I got up off my bed and headed to the bathroom. I washed my face and did my makeup and hair. Unfortunately I had my mother's eyebrows. Nice and thick in the beginning, but as they go down, they thin drastically. 

     Oh well.

     Once I finished, I headed over to my dresser to grab some undergarments, Then to my closet. I decided on a pair of floral scrubs that used to be my mother's and my work shoes.

     I grabbed a jacket just in case I got cold and my purse. I checked the time, 6:00.

      Dunkin' Doughnuts sounds good for breakfast. I have a few minutes to spare anyways.

     I grabbed my phone and keys and headed for the garage. I opened the door connecting the garage and the house, and froze in shock.

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