"She dealt with it, as long as I was in school and he wasn’t hurting me… she was fine...When I was 14 she died, they said it was an overdose, but if you believe that, you’d believe anything, she wouldn’t even take a cold compress for a migraine" A soft chuckle, laced with loss, falls from her lips.
So many questions thunder through my mind, the noise is unbearable. Lost in thought I don’t hear her footsteps. Her arms snake around my waist and feather light kisses spill across my bare shoulders. “Don’t!” I warn.
She stills immediately and retreats to the breakfast bar. “I know you’re angry, I never meant last night to happen. I shouldn’t have come tonight”
She nuzzles into my neck and brushes stray strands of hair from my face. She kisses the tip of my nose as my eyelids start to flutter closed.
My sleep is dreamless, I wake refreshed and warm in the pool of sunshine streaming through the windows. A lazy smile plays on my face as the memory of the evening floats into my mind.