𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

3 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒- chapter 25 part 4

I approach to my room and take off my nightdress , put on the new nightdress.

She's my mother's.

The nightdress, it's my mother's.

I smell her strong scent, as if she's here.

As if she's holding me and not releasing.

"Hazel?" Avery shouts from the family room, interrupting to my thoughts.

I head towards her, find her sitting on the couch and greeting our family albums are on.

Mine and my mother's.

Mine and dust's three albums.

He made them for me on my birthdays.

The huge album on my 12th birthday.

The second album on my 13th birthday.

And the last one I got, at 14 years old.

He was beautiful, all of them.

He photographed us a lot.

He never stopped taking pictures, he took large quantities, frame the pictures and save them.

The last picture I kept I tore a whole year after he left.

I hated him.

I hated this picture, God I hate to remember this moment.

"Look how beautiful she was," she mumbles, sending me a shiver and a memory, asking me to sit next to her.

"You look just like her," she continues, handing me my mother's pregnancy album.

"She suffered so much in her pregnancy," she notes.

"When you came into the world, she cried so hard from the excitement that the doctor thought it hurt her. And it really hurt her," she says and grins.

"Here," she points to the picture I'm, wearing a swimsuit and bandana over my head, Dustin is kissing my cheek, and my mom behind us.

My heart fills with pain when I see this picture, my two most important people had left me.

"He was seven, you were five, Hazel," she murmurs, noticing a tear in the corner of my eye.

"You screamed all over the beach, how sore your leg is," she says, stroking my back.

"Your mother fell asleep on the beach, even from your screams she did not wake up," she continues and I notice Dust, standing in front of us, leaning against the wall, my heart stopping.

"She screamed," he says, Avery looking at him.
"At last Dust found out that stung u a sea urchin, he was so scared, "she says, looking at me, I did not remember.

"I thought something had happened to you," he says, sitting down next to me, taking the album from me, running his hand through mine, on purpose.
My hand shivers to his touch, I feel my heart beating hard again, he does it on purpose, he teases me on purpose.

"My stomach hurts, I'm hungry," I mumble as an excuse and get up from there, leave the living room, release the long breath I held.

My phone rings, announcing that a new message has been entered.

I grab my phone, my eyes twinkling when I see who sent a message.

'Baby, I'm sorry,' he typed , first message.

'Call me back pls,' second message.

'I love you,' he writes in the third massage.

My heart fills with warmth when I see these messages, I enter the calls, calling his number and almost press the button.

But I feel that if I'll call like a little girl, it will happen again.

This distrust of me. After all, I did nothing wrong.

I leave the phone aside and make lunch, I'm so hungry.

The vegetables in the fridge are fresh, so I decide to make a salad, and along the way I also make a chicke, the same one that Avery would make for me and talk about when we were little.

He liked it, just like me.

The warm smell reaches my nose, and the warmth creeps into my heart.

Avery goes downstairs, looks at me with a smile and approaches me, patting her hand on the shoulder.

"I think you'll come cook for me every week, and in return I'll pay for you, what do you say?"

"It smells good," he notes, folding his hand and sitting down at the table.

I set the table and pour the drink into glasses, my hand is shaking as I serve him the glass.

We eat quietly, the house is still, Avery took out a few words from the beginning of the meal and said that Eric was asleep, just mentioned it to us.

Dust's hand makes her way to my thigh and I tense up, the stomach ache refusing to leave and continuing to grow.

"Hazel cooks well, doesn't she?"

I can no longer handle it and lower my hand from my legs when Avery suddenly nods.

Most of the meal goes on like this and I keep noticing Dust not taking his eyes off me, my God.

Then Avery and I argue a bit about who will make the dishes , she always wins in the end.

I do not notice Dust that is no longer here, he cleared his plate and left the kitchen.

I go upstairs to the shower and heat a bath, the need for that bath, the warm feeling.