Finding Luciana

6: It's toasted, not burnt!

Luciana

"I'm making waffles, Pablo! Come down stairs!" I heard a woman call. 'Weird, that's not mom. And I'm not Pablo.' I turned over and felt a warm body next to me. I opened my eyes and nearly screamed. 

Pablo. I am in Pablo's fucking bed. Oh. OH. OH MY GOD.

I scrambled out of bed, falling on the floor. I smacked my knee on a table and held in the scream.

"Not again, not again." I muttered over and over, curling up. Those familiar suffocating waves rose around my body. I whined and felt a hand touch me. My body reacted on its own, jumping up and shaking. 

"Luci, shh. It's just Pablo. Listen to my voice. I'm right here, no one else is here, I promise I won't hurt you." I heard a male voice say. It was fuzzy and colors were dancing in my vision. I heard the voice again, this time just as calm and low.

"Can you hear me? I'm here, right here, nothing is going to hurt you." It was Pablo. My Pablo.

My eyes focused and I saw his hands out, nothing in them, and he wasn't angry. I reached for his hands, and they firmly gripped mine. I took a deep breath and moved my arms around his neck. His arms were around my back, but more middle back than lower. 

"That's a good girl." Pablo whispered, rubbing my back. I hiccuped, and shed a few tears. Wait... who's hoodie is this and why doesn't Pablo have a shirt on?

"You fell asleep in my hoodie, you like the way it smells." He explained. 

"I said that out loud, didn't I.." I said, letting him go. He gave me a killer smile and nodded a little. I blushed and buried my head in the large black hoodie. He laughed and kissed my head. I peeked out to see a woman standing by the door. She looked both shocked and pleased. I felt sick, she was going to be mad. I just slept with a taken man. oh my god.

"She's pretty. I'm Kyra, Pablo's mom." The woman said, holding out her hand for me. Pablo groaned. 

"Mooom. You scared the hell out of me." He rubbed his face, but I still felt sick. 

"Luci, are you okay?" Pablo asked, he held me tighter. I felt it rising.

"B-bathroom." I managed, Pablo realized and quickly got me to the nearest bathroom just as I began to puke. He held my hair back and rubbed my arms as I emptied my stomach. 

"Here, let her take a shower when she's done. Aqui hay otro sepillo de dientes." I heard his mom say. I heard her retreating steps as she left, and after I few minutes I felt good enough to sit back. 

"Take your time, we're in no rush. I texted your parents that you're hanging out with me today." Pablo said, sitting with my head in his lap. I felt relief that mom and dad weren't going to freak out on me. I sighed deeply and sat up. Pablo stood up and when I held out my hands he gently lifted me to my feet. I leaned against him and took steady breaths. 

"That's good, keep that up. You already look better." Pablo encouraged me. I gave him a weak smile and giggled a little.

"OH damn, we even have a giggle going on? Girl you are on a ROLL!" Pablo joked, snapping with plenty of sass and doing a weird girly face. I laughed and punched his chest, but leaned against him and hugged his waist.

"I'm proud of you, you're doing so good. It's okay, whatever you're feeling. If you feel sad, angry, numb, or unusually happy. Your mind is just processing, and its okay to feel weird or anything that you might feel at any point." Pablo said, rubbing my back. 

"You're... you're proud of me?" I whispered, looking up at him.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Pablo gave me a sideways look, and I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I buried my face in his chest and let out a cry I had been holding in.