I didn't feel like myself, I felt like I was out of my body, like my spirit was looking right at me. I felt in pain, I stumbled, stuttered and mumbled my words when I spoke, I just wanted to go home, lay in bed and be alone. A faint knock came from my door, a sunny and warm nurse walked in to replace my IV and check me over, "they're going to dismiss you at noon." She spoke with a warm northern accent, "okay" I mumbled. Aaron looked over at me from the recliner, "that's great. I have an idea though, since mrs. Greene isn't going to be there I could call my dad, he'd be glad to see me after all this time, I know. Plus, he'd love to take you in." I felt too lifeless to fight back, I couldn't shake my head no and I couldn't turn my head to look at him like he was crazy, "okay" I felt was my only resort to answer him. I had never had a real friend, no one cared about my well-being, no one that knew so much about me, no one that actually made me laugh. I still hated Aaron, but I accepted his friendship, because he's hard-headed and wouldn't give up on me, I hated that, I wasn't worth "saving" simply because I had been living like that for my life, all I knew was fight, stand up for myself and leave people out. I left friendship up to the others, if they wanted it they had to come to me and start conversation. The nurse came back in with papers, telling me what which one was which. One for my diet, one for my head exercises, what I can and can't do and one I had to sign for my dismissal. She took out my IV and gave me time to get dressed, I limped into the green tiled bathroom and threw on my clothes from yesterday, Aaron helped me to the wheelchair and rolled me to the elevator. He was on the phone with his dad, it must have been a good conversation because Aaron was laughing, talking to his dad and said "see ya soon, dad." Aaron rolled me to a bench in the lobby, "dad is excited to meet you" he looked at me with a warm smile, "why?" Mumbling, he chuckled then he stopped and started blushing, "well, I kind of told him we were dating, I'm sorry, Breezy." I used my good arm to wheel off and backed into a wall, "arugh!" I grunted, I heard Aaron laughing at me. Laughing, "aww, Breezy can't drive. Be careful" I looked at him evil, "okay, I know I lied about us, but it's the only way my dad would take you in. I know that sounds bad, but if I said we were friends or well, whatever you say we are... Which by the way, please tell me because I'm confused about that. Anyways, dad wouldn't feel good about it. I said we had been dating for almost 4 years, just give him solid and know I'm serious." I motioned with my good hand for a pen, I felt overwhelmed by the information. Not only did I have to pretend to love this guy, but be serious about him, a faked 3 1/2 year relationship. I was going to have to know all his favorites, come up with names to call each other and a story on how we started dating, Aaron brought me a pen and paper before he went back to the bench. I wrote "I hope you know I'll murder you when this is over, you owe me. I need all your favorite things as I will give you mine. We also need a solid story for how we got together and nicknames. Not 'babe' nor 'baby' more serious than that." I aimed for crotch when I slung the paper at him but it reached the middle of the floor. I threw the pen at his head as he reached for the paper. "Breezy, ouch! You're lucky you're in that wheelchair." He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. He wrote down everything I needed to know, I put his paper in my bag and wrote him my favorite things that seemed 'dad approved' "I'm calling you Pookie." Aaron chuckled, " I know this sounds bad but it was the name of my puppy I had, she was the sweetest dog I ever had but a wolf attacked her. So, you're kind of both the dog and the wolf, it fits you, Breezy." Aaron had no clue how much I wanted to beat him up and he probably shouldn't know. " sweet pea" I stammered, I watched as he shook his head no a million times, "deal" I angrily muttered to him.
We noticed a black Cadillac SUV pull up to the doors, Aaron wheeled me to the backseat behind the passenger door. He helped in and I said hello to his father, "dad, this is Breezy. Once she gets better you'll really love her, she's sweet as pie." I smiled the worlds fakest smile, wanting to puke from the lie he just spilled out, "oh, sweet pea, stop. You know how I am about bragging." All I could say in my head was 'what the fuck am I doing? And why?' His dad, Marcus talked to me, asking me questions but simple enough that I could just answer with one word since it still hurt to talk a bit. He seemed like a nice guy, good sense of humor and pretty laid back. We pulled up to a big black gate that opened once his car was in sight, we pulled through driving through a row of random trees, cherry blossoms, apple trees, orchid trees and some I didn't recognize. The house we pulled up to was a two story wooden home, it wasn't exactly a log cabin but it was made of a different type of wood. It had a wrap around porch with some flower pots hanging above, the front door part of the porch was accompanied by a swing, two chairs and a small glass table. I could tell a girl lived here or one did at one time, probably his wife. Aaron helped me up the the stairs and into the first room we entered, the living room. It was very cozy and nice with a stone and marble fireplace, a nice soft plush white carpet, a sectional, a huge flat screen, high ceilings and a navy blue recliner. Aaron walked me up the winding staircase to show me to my room. " I need my clothes." I stammered, his face lit up in sudden remembrance, " don't worry, I got it." He jolted back down the stairs as I boringly plopped onto the bed, luckily my bags from the trip were safe, but I still needed all the other clothes, the ones I brought when I came here. I dug through the bags in search of my turtle, I pulled him out noticing a few patches of blood from the wreck. He looked dirty after being in the bus floor, I still held it in my arms in a firm hug. I walked around the room looking at photos of Aaron as a baby, laughing at some, he was cute as a baby, I wonder what happened. I heard the door close from downstairs, I walked over to the balcony across my room and leaned against the rail, Aaron was back with my clothes. I watched as he got closer with each step he approached on the wooden staircase. "Everything's all there. The girls asked about you, Breezy. I told them we quit." He mumbled handing me my bags, "thanks and I guess that's what we did, right? We quit." Whispering back to him as I took my bags. "It's still pretty early, Breez, why don't you go rest. Your medicine won't be filled until the afternoon. Dad will probably wanna go out and eat too. I'll get you when we're about to leave." He smiled wide at me and my blank emotionless face. "Okay, thanks, Aaron." I grabbed the bags taking them in my room with me as I closed the door. I wanted to take a shower, I felt filthy, I laid out the clothes I was going to wear and hoped that the door next to the make-up vanity led to the bathroom.
Going to have an update shortly guys, sorry for the wait. I've been having difficulty with my iPod for a while.
After stumbling into the bathroom I got my needed shower. I didn't pay much attention to all the guy products, I used the unscented guys shampoo but still felt awkward about it, as for body wash, well I guess smelling like 'Mountain Musk' would have to do. After my shower I was faced with the biggest problem; my reflection, not that I wasn't insecure, I didn't like memories of each scar that had been carelessly placed upon my cheeks, forehead and lip. They brought back the bad memories, the ones I had been trying to run away from since the day I got them. Ever since I got here I questioned my existence in this behavior house, I didn't belong here like the others and from what Aaron told me, he didn't either, but there may or may not have been more to his story than mine. I couldn't place any ideas into my head as to why I was here, unless my parents just needed time alone before they get drunk, high or before withdrawals kick in and they fight. I was tired of being in a home that wasn't what it could've been, mom had potential and if dad ever searched for help he would have just as much, as for my sister she was the one who needed to be here more than anyone. Aaron waited downstairs patiently while I got dressed, I looked over at my turtle resting peacefully on my pillow, I grabbed him and took off his collar to wear around my wrist, leaving the 'Breezy' silver circle on the top of my wrist. I walked down the winding staircase to see Aaron on the couch, "ready?" I mumbled without giving effort to sound out the words. He stood up with a loud chuckle, "aww, Pookie you look cute." I rolled my eyes sarcastically at him, he got me in this mess and he was going to get me out. His dad walked in from the kitchen and reached for his jacket on the coat rack, "ready, kids?" He said with a warm smile. I gave him a thumbs up, "Aaron, would you care to sit with Breezy in the back? Give her some company." I wanted to shout out 'the back of a hearse is more like it' but I bit my tongue and let it roll. Aaron spent much time making sure his dad thought we were just as much as a couple than everyone around us was. Holding hands, kissing my forehead, staying hugged on and anything else he could possibly think of that would make me want to smack him across the house.
The medicine almost put me on my ass from the power it had, it was only 8pm and I was sleepy. I groggily walked up the stairs and to the bedroom to get ready for bed, once I got my pajamas on and hair into a pony tail I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I opened the door to see Aaron brushing his, "oh" I mumbled prepared to wait on him, "I'm about finished, come in," I stood awkwardly beside Aaron while I brushed my teeth, he kept glancing over at me every few seconds. Aaron finished before me, he put his toothbrush up and as he left he kissed my forehead, "what?" I felt like I was learning my words over again but it hurt to talk, "nothing, uhm, goodnight, Breezy," I sighed with the toothbrush in my mouth, "night" I mumbled but it was too late. Shaking the image of what happened just a minute ago out of my head I went to my bedroom and laid down. I awoke screaming and crying from a dream from the wreck, my door busted open, "BREEZY WHAT THE HELL!?" Aaron shouted like he had a heart attack, once he seen the state I was in on the bed he realized what was wrong, "awh, no, Breezy I'm sorry, just a bad dream? It's okay." I sat with tears strolling down my face in Aaron's lap, Aaron chuckled a little bit, "Breezy, you're so cute I swear." "Will you sleep with me tonight?" I sobbed out, "of course" he played with hair, his hand rubbed from the front to back. Aaron handed me my turtle and before I knew anything I was knocked out.