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“Jax? Hey Jaxson! Are you alright?”
Hope snaps her fingers in front of my face to gain my attention. I shake myself as I turn to face her. I didn’t even hear her come in.
“What? What’s up?”
“What’s up should be my question. What was that?” She tosses a file folder on my desk then puts her hands on her hips. “Oh no. Please tell me you haven’t fucked this up already. I can’t ... I can’t have shit start here, Jaxson. I can’t. This place is too important. Did something happen I need to deal with or is it too far gone and there’s no coming back from it?”
Tilting my head, I fold my arms over my chest and watch Hope. Taking a beat, I wait to see if she’s done with her accusation.
“First off, I need you to calm the hell down. You need to do a yoga pose or something. You went way left on that.” She opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off with a raised hand. “Ididn’t do a damn thing. Notice where we are. If I’m here, that means she came into the space we set aside for me. She was here and words were spoken. That’s all. Now she’s gone.”
“What?” she practically screams.
“I could’ve sworn I requested you calm down. I’d like the ability to hear once you leave.”
“Just tell me if this is going to be a problem. Let me know right here, right now.”
“Things will be fine. You'll see we’ll be one big happy family in no time.”
Hope sighs and I can see she doesn't believe a word I'm saying. She's probably right to think that. It's not exactly like I believe what I just said myself. This situation is probably a recipe for disaster. I don't know how things are going to work with the two of us being here with the connection we have. What I can do is my best to make sure I'm not adding to the list of problems Hope has to deal with daily.
My goal for today is to keep my distance. With that thought in mind, I send Hope on her way, and I get back to work on the financials. I also have an acquisition report I need to review.
Savannah, GA April 15- Saturday morning
It’s happening again.
Heart is pumping faster than it should. The breathing is increasing. I’m panicking. We are on the road. This was just a drive. It’s something we’ve done plenty of times. We’ve even been on this road before. All we’re doing is going for a drive. It’s been too long since we’ve done it. I had a moment where I was happy and filled with calm. The joy of knowing someone is proud of me suddenly fades into the background.
Ahead of us, a child is in the middle of the street. He appears to be happy he caught something. That’s short-lived as fear is reflected on his face.
The sudden jerk jolts my heart. The sound of skidding tires ramps up the adrenaline in my veins. Screaming. I don’t know what’s being said. I can’t make it out. The impact of the car. A tree that’s coming closer than it should. The glass flying.
I hear sirens. Someone mentions a pole. A loud sound. It’s like a chainsaw then crunching. The sound echoes then ebbs and flows like waves around me. There is pressure then a pulling. Pain. Excruciating, unbearable pain.
FUUUCCCCCKKK!
I wake up yelling at the top of my lungs. I hear rushing footsteps from one of the other rooms. The hem of my shirt is in my hands then I pull it over my head. I use it to wipe the sweat that’s pouring off me.
“Sir? Oh. Let me get you some water,” Kennedy says.
I hear her retreat from the room I’m in.
“Fucking hell! I’m so tired of this,” I tell no one.
I’m alone in the room. This is one of the reasons I was drinking. Not that it kept the dreams away. They still came. I was just numb to whatever I was feeling. I’m in the theatre room. I came in here to watch some of the footage from some recent races. Graham procured them for me.
Normally, we all sit down as a team to watch them, but I didn’t want to wait until this evening to start. Yesterday evening, was a free one for me, so I stayed home. I got tired and was too lazy to go upstairs to my room. The location wouldn’t have changed the outcome. I probably still would’ve had the dream.
I walk over and pick my shirt up off the floor. Instead of waiting for Kennedy to bring me the bottle or glass of water, I walk out to meet her in the hallway. I need to work some of this excess energy off. Rounding the corner, I almost run into her, startling her. She just about drops the tray she has in her hands.
“Shit. Sorry. Didn’t expect you to be there.”
“No, Sir. It’s my fault.” She gives me a strange look as she tries to figure out which way I’m headed. “Did you want breakfast? I know it’s a little earlier than normal.”
I look down at my watch and see it’s a little after six in the morning. That’s a hell of a lot earlier than my normal time. Over the last few months, I haven’t risen before nine.
“Have you eaten yet?”
