She fell asleep just a few minutes ago. I get off the chair slowly. I don't want to wake her up. I can hear her breath getting slower and slower. She moves a bit and changes her position. She's completely wrapped on my sheets and she's hugging forcibly her giraffe.
She's like a baby. But the way I feel about her is more than a baby. I… have the need to take care of her. I can't help it.
For me, she is like a helpless human being, and I'm here to give her that help she really needs.
I walk out of my room and go downstairs. I sigh when I realize how silent my house is now that she's sleeping.
But I kind of feel… empty, as my house is. I go straight to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I really need to clear my mind.
When I finally have it done, I walk to the living room and lay down on the couch. I start watching TV and sipping my bitter and warm coffee. This is so good.
Coffee helps me forget everything. It's just me and this precious liquid.
My eyelids are almost falling when I suddenly hear a scream. I spill the coffee all over the carpet because of my jump. I don't care, I'll clean it later.
I'm more scared of that scream. I recognize it so well. It's from Cat. I run upstairs, almost stumbling with the steps and reach my bedroom's door.
I open it to find Cat screaming again. I look around aggressively, looking for someone that is hurting her, but there's no one.
I walk closer to her. I notice now that she's still sleeping. I place her between my arms and try to wake her up.
"Cat! Cat, please, wake up, I'm here, nothing bad is happening", I shake her softly, trying to take her out of her nightmare, "please, wake up".
Her eyes suddenly open. I can see fear into them. I hug her while she starts crying on my chest.
"Jadey…" she cries my name (my stupid nickname). I let her call me like that because… well, this is a difficult situation. It's an exception. If calling me Jadey comforts her, I'll let her call me that.
"Shh, I'm here, Cat, don't worry, it all passed". I swing her still in my arms while stroking her hair.
When she's a bit more calmed, I take out of my bed and almost carry her to the couch downstairs. I think it'll be better if she walks a bit.
I sit down next to her, never taking my eyes off her. I don't want another scene like the one before.
"What was that about, Cat? You scared me… I thought someone was hurting you", I confess in a whisper.
"Oh, Jadey, don't worry about me… I was having a nightmare where someone… ate you", her eyes threaten to water again, and I embrace her with all the feeling I can put on it.
"Cat, no one will hurt me… never… and I won't let anybody hurt you either, ok? I don't want you to think or dream anything like that never again. Do you understand me?" She nods her head while biting her lower lip.
I remember now the hole I felt when I heard her scream. It was the most awful feeling in the world. It felt like is something inside of me died.
"By the way, how are you feeling right now with you stomach? Are you slightly better now?"
"Yeah… slightly better" she giggles and takes forcibly the blanket I put on her, "Thanks to you, Jadey. You're taking care of me so well".
I roll my eyes as I walk to the kitchen and take a bowl of soup I made for her. What can I say? My mum taught me so well how to look after people.
I hand her the bowl and a spoon and help her eat it when I see her pouting.
She's so fragile… I… I… need to be around her, to make sure she doesn't get hurt or anything. I have the need to check that everything around her is all right, cause I don't want her to suffer for anything.
She finishes her soup and I turn on the TV, for her to watch it calmly. I clean up the mess I made with the coffee and then place myself near her.
She suddenly leans her head over my right shoulder, panting audibly. Her breath is so sweet and warm.
Her hand flies to me as she interlaces her fingers with mine. I try not to move, in case this is all I dream. I don't want this to end… never.
I hear her heartbeat, getting slower. She's so calmed. And that brings me, somehow, calm to me. And I like it.
I know she's good for me. She can change me as no one can. I realize now how I feel about her. It's been a while, but I see now that I… I love her.
Someone gave me the idea of doing a continuation for this one. It was meant to be a one shot, but I guess now it's a two-chaptered story. Hope you like ;)