The next day Jen woke at 3pm.
The brunettes eyes flickered open, she let out a muffled groan as she attempted to blink away her blurry vision due to the brightness penetrating her eyes. She felt groggy and weak, pain still coursing through her entire body.
"jen" a sweet voice spoke softly making Jen catch her breath. She couldn't make out who was in the room with her, her ears letting her down.
The voice repeated its self-sounding closer to her this time. Jen let out another groan behind her oxygen mask in response. She cannot make out whom this voice belonged to. Her eyes would not allow her to see. Jen attempted a series of blinks in the attempt of seeing more clearly. She felt frustrated with her lack of vision, as in these moments she just hoped it was her red head, all she wanted to see was her lovers beautiful face.
After a couple of seconds, she could make out a silhouette making its way towards her. She slowly reached her hand out to try to touch it. Her surroundings now starting to become clearer to her, she reached her frail hand out a little further. This caused her a great deal of discomfort but she didn't care in the slightest, she just wanted to touch this person coming towards her to be Tilly. Who she thought was her angel, the one she believes is the reason why she's still here today, the person who her soul has survived for.
As soon as Jen met Tilly she knew she had fallen for her, she felt mesmerized by her amount of maturity, by her kindness towards everyone around her and her ability to put others first. If Jen never found out that Tilly was younger than she told her at the beach she never would have known otherwise. Even when it came to their sexual encounters Jen never would have quessed that Tilly was a virgin. She was very confident the night when Tilly invited Jen over to her house. Something took over the red head and she didn't seem nervous or scared but instead felt alive and she wanted to show Jen just how much she loves her. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later when in conversation With Tilly, she told her she was her first. At first Jen was a little worried as their first couple of love making sessions together were so full on and vocal but with great thought and further conversation knew it didn't matter as they trusted each other deeply.
Yes, this relationship is forbidden and yes, her feelings towards the red head scare her more than anything but she cannot help put pursue those feelings. She isn't thinking about what might happens in months to come, she doesn't know if she will be with Tilly, constantly telling herself to take every day as it comes, do not commit to any future plans, not to get too deep with her so she can't get out if she needs to. In her head she feels like she has already gone too far with Tilly but she can't help but be sucked in every time she lays eyes on her. She just pushes the thought deep in the back of her mind, ignoring it.
Her career is all she has ever wanted, ever since her dad told her she will become a great artist, she just wanted to make him proud. This frightens her, an inch of her believes that if it gets too hard to keep the relationship a secret she will have no choice but to end things with Tilly, she cannot go to jail as all of her dreams will be shattered into pieces. However, she truly believes that Tilly understands the position she is in, how dangerous it is. If things ever had to end then Tillys maturity would not hold it against her and yes, they would both be heartbroken but they would have no choice. Just one day at a time, she keeps telling herself.
"Jen, sweetie" the unknown voice spoke again.
Jen can now see who the person is, her face instantly showing her disappointment as its not who she hoped it was. Reaching up with a shaky and weak hand, she removes the mask from her face.
She spoke, in a quiet voice. "Mum" she starts to sob as her mum stands by her side, stroking her tired hair.