AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“My brother.” She sniffles.
Could that be why she was rattled up about the whole situation?My freedom. Maybe she feels like she failed her brother by letting someone take away something that belongs to him.
Fuck, I want to know more.
“Your shirt is wet.” Acknowledging my soaked top, she rubs it in circles, which only intensifies the flames raging in my chest.
“It’s an honor to be damped by your tears.”
A sound resembling a light laugh and a choked sob escapes her.
“Don’t worry about it,” I assure her fragile state, lifting her chin to meet my eyes, “I got you.”
In mere seconds she pales and turns to pour the contents of her stomach on the sand. I gather her hair, rubbing her back in soothing circles. “Good. Let it go.”
When she finishes, I lift her across my chest. “Let’s take you to bed, you need a good night’s sleep.”
She mumbles incoherent words as I carry her to the guest room on the second floor.
The mattress hugs her tiny body. I pull the soft blue blanket on top of her to get her warm and cozy, grab a towel, and wipe the remnants of food and saliva from her mouth.
I exit and reenter the room with a glass of water, “Lenny, drink some water.”
She takes a few gulps and settles the glass back on the nightstand. “Did I ruin your porch?” she murmurs, making muffled sounds.
“You’re kidding? That’s the most action it has seen in a long time.”
She makes an audible sigh, “Mm.”
Her eyes are closed, and her pink hair is fanning the wide beige cushion. The thick eyelashes peppering her eyes rest on her cheeks as her chest rises and falls tenderly.
I whisper, “Do you want the night lamp on?”
“M-hmm.”
I don’t like to sleep in complete darkness. It makes the lines of what is real and what is a memory blur. When that happens I panic, have nightmares, and feel like I’m being attacked by ghosts I’d long forgotten. The light helps separate it sometimes—it brings some sort of tranquility.
“You’re safe, bunny.”
I take out the twenty dollar bill she left on the counter from my pocket and open the zipper of the bag she placed on the dresser. I roll it inside, close the bag and exit silently.
Dean
ItlookslikeI’mnot the only one listening to music at the break of dawn.
Surfin’ U.S.A by The Beach Boys plays quietly from my outdoor speakers.
I place my cup of coffee on top of the rounded table by the wooden bench on my back porch.
Some waves ripple in the distance, others cutting the shore with force.
My eyes hover above the waters until I notice a surfer in the deep, waiting for something.
I prop my butt on the bench, ecstatic for the show on the horizon.
My love for the beach is endless, it was part of my escape during my childhood, and probably why I chose to live here in the first place.
A giant wave comes in her direction, she paddles on her board with measured shoves, pushing toward it with no fear. The lip starts to curl around her, she swiftly balances herself on the middle section of the board and rides through the tube.
