A Haven 4: Glass Jars

It was Wednesday, six days after I was taken to the hospital because of a concussion. The Doctor from the hospital thought I was riding home with my friend, but that was not the case. I was walking and I didn't know where. I couldn't go home, that place was just unbearable. My little sister was taken into foster-care by social services. Apparently they forgot about me, or didn't know I existed, like my parents.

Snow started to fall; it covered the sidewalks within seconds. And within seconds I was freezing. I only had a thin long sleeved shirt and pair of jeans on, in the middle of February, with no jacket either. That was something insane.

I kept on counting the number of blocks that I walked, until I lost count, for a certain reason. The reason was a blue Honda Accord pulled up, beside me. I couldn't see who (or what) it was, until the window was rolled down. I think I chocked on my own spit or snow, which I happened to swallow at some point. It was Cedric, my savior.

"Hey, what are you doing walking alone? And in the snow??!! Get in! he motioned with his hand.

I got in the car obediently, whatever he wanted me to do, I would do it in a heartbeat, know matter how crazy it was. "You don't happen to have any candy, do you?" I asked sarcastically.

He laughed "Sorry, I don't, sweetheart."

Sweetheart??!! This was something I could handle, although I'd rather be called Little Vampire, it sounds cuter, and then I would have a reason to bite him. Goodness, I think my brain has officially gone tot he gutter!

"So....where to?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"I don't know," I was actually honest for once in my life.

"You don't know!! Don't you have a home?"

"Nope."

"What??!! he said totally surprised.

"You could just drop me off somewhere," I said. But I was hoping that statement would make him think to bring me home with him.

"Well.....you could come home with me.

My heart bursted out of my chest from beating so fast and hard. "Really!!!!" I hugged him, awkwardly because of my seatbelt, his skin was cold and he smelled so good, I couldn't think of how to describe it. "Thank you," I whispered into his chest. I could feel his body tense up, like my hugging was uncomfortable in some way.

"You're welcome," he said. There was still no smile on his face.

Someday when he did smile, I would treasure it forever, take millions of pictures and videotape him, so the memory would truly never be gone when I got to the age that I would inherit Alzheimer's from my Poppy, my crazy grandfather, that I don't even think I'm related to. He always thought my name was Cinderella, and that was before he got Alzheimer's.

My thoughts were interrupted once again by Cedric's angelic red velvet cake voice, "Sophie?" he asked.

"Yes," I said to the God of Cuteness. It was the only name I could think of for the God next to me, even tough he was way beyond cute.

He brushed his hand through his hair, pondering for a moment before speaking, "Do you mind if we stop on the way? I just have to get a few things.

"I don't mind."

We pulled over on the road, where there was a run-down building.

"I won't be long," he said assuringly as he got out of the car.

I watched as he headed for the building or whatever it actually was. I couldn't possibly think of what he would have to get, that involved this place.

As I was waiting, I just thought about what Cedric's home would be like. What color was his house? Was it as big as a mansion or was it a shack? What was it like inside? And who were the other four who are always with him?? All of the things I figured, I would find out eventually.

It startle me when I heard the door open, "Sorry," he said. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I said.

He started the engine and we were on our way.

"What's in the bag?" I asked. I could see glass jars with something red in them, maybe jam.

"Oh...it's just.....cranberries. Helena makes her own cranberry juice," he was tense; I could tell he was lying.
All I could think about for the rest of the ride was about Dracula, on of my favorite movies/books, and how he had glass jars, which had blood in them, that he kept in storage in the ground.