Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love
A Return To Love's Madness
When Love Comes Late
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
Dylan Davis
I am woken up by the strong rays of sun that penetrate through my window.
Abby's body is moulded to mine while she sleeps peacefully, with her head resting on my chest.
Usually, I love having her like this but it's too hot this morning. Even if it's still early, I'm a sweaty mess and her body heat only adds to my discomfort. Especially after last night.
It happens more times than I'd like to admit. And deep down there's a part of me that's happy I'll leave for college today because I don't know if I could go through this almost every single day.
I mean, I am sure we will argue even more once I'm there but the fact that we're not going to be close physically brings me some weird kind of comfort. It gives me some mixed feelings.
Because it shouldn't bring me comfort. I feel extremely guilty about it because I love this girl to death.
However, it's a never-ending cycle. We argue. I lose my temper and yell at her. She cries and I feel guilty. Then I apologize and we end up making love.
I know it's become toxic over the last couple of years but she's also my best friend and I love her.
So, I'll do everything in my power to make this work. To try and make her happy, the best I can. That's what I've been taught to do in a relationship, that's what my parents do.
I aim to have a relationship like they have. To be as in love and dedicated as they are.
I need to get up and make breakfast, staying here and wallowing will only worsen my mood.
With a sigh, I disentangle myself from her. Slowly, so she doesn't wake up.
Holding her head, I put my pillow underneath so it supports her, just like my chest was doing a minute ago. And she didn't even stir.
I put on some shorts and a t-shirt before leaving the bedroom. Usually, I walk around the house in boxers. The only woman in the house is my mom, and she doesn't mind but Abby does. She doesn't like me walking around almost naked, as she says so I got used to dressing something.
As I come down the stairs, heading to the kitchen, I see some movement from the corner of my eye and notice my dad groaning on the couch.
Did he sleep there or has he just arrived from the hospital? I thought he was having a few days off to help out with my moving.
Automatically I walk up to him and touch his shoulder, to see if he is awake or sleeping. He opens his eyes slightly startled but it vanishes as soon as he sees me.
"Good morning son," He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
"Why are you down here? was there a night emergency at the hospital?"
"No, ahm, your mom had a nightmare and I came down here."
Mom sometimes has them.
It was pretty often when I was younger. But when I was six, dad found us and when they finally got together, slowly her nightmares disappeared into nothing.
After that, the only time she would have them was during Jeremy and Wilder's pregnancies. The hormones took a toll on her. Dad had to sleep on the couch almost every single day, back then.
It was harsh on them, but never once did I see my father get fed up with it. She would get up and have everything done. I would be taken care of and breakfast would be ready. A few years later, I started helping dad out, especially during Wilder's pregnancy.
I was already fourteen so, I was already old enough to know what to do.
I ask. "That hasn't happened in a long time. Do you know what might have happened?"
"Well, something could have triggered it. A commercial, a book, a movie." He sighs but then clenches his jaw to add. "You know it's never truly gone..."
Yeah, I don't know personally, but from what I've grown up with. I know.
She was never a bad mom. She was always the best, but I remember her getting on edge, or crying quite often and sometimes she would come to my bed in the middle of the night when she had nightmares.
I was and still am her safe place. Dad is too but when she gets like that touch becomes a hard limit. And when that happens, there are only three males that can touch her: me and my brothers.
It hurts him, but I know that he understands that it's not her having something against him. It's her brain taking over and she doesn't know how to stop it.
Trauma is fucked up.
"Well, I hope it doesn't get worse and as often as it used to be. Especially now that I'm going to leave for college. " I comment.
"Don't worry son, just give her one of those tight hugs that she loves once she's down here. You know it will put her in a better mood just like nothing happened. " He says, patting my back.
"Of course I will. Always. " I reassure him.
"And she'll survive your absence, she still has me." He counters and I laugh. "But we'll still miss you though." His eyes soften when he grabs my shoulder with a sad smile.
Everyone's sad that I am leaving for college. They make me feel like I am going halfway around the world when in reality I'll only be three hours away from here.
"Man up Davis, no time for pussies in this house." I punch his arm and he laughs.
"Language Dylan, you can be nineteen but I can still beat your ass up."
"I'd like to see you try old man," I push him onto the couch and run towards the kitchen.
He catches me just as I reach it, grabbing my neck pushing me under his arm and ruffling my hair
"You're fucking lucky I love you, you brat." He ruffles one last time and lets me go.
"You're just afraid," I look at him smugly.
"I am hungry," he scoffs, offended.
"Sure, sure,"
We both end up laughing and eventually start cooking breakfast. It's easy and we're used to doing it now and then. Not even fifteen minutes later, we have the table full of food for all six of us.
"I am going to wake Abby up," I tell him, heading for the stairs.
My mom is climbing down the stair just as I reach them. She is slightly paler than usual and has a dark bag underneath her eyes, proof that she hasn't slept all night long.