Falling in love with my Boss

Caroline’s Pov ******* Every day felt like torture for me. My whole body trembles in fear, tiny sweat dripping down from my head to my face as I remember vividly how it had happened. I, my dad, and my mum are coming back from an outing when suddenly a trailer hits our car off the road. I can remember the fear I felt as the car somersaulted across the road with the glass of the windows scattering everywhere.``But why does this feel so real today? I'm unable to stand up, hot tears start to stream down my eyes as I can feel the entire accident all over again. My dad and mum are lying unconscious in the car. I called out to them, but there was no response. Just as I was about to hold onto my mum, I felt a familiar hand touching me to wake up. “Caroline, Caroline!!!” I heard my uncle call out my name while tapping me. I soon opened my eyes and rushed in with a tight hug, crying my eyes out. My Uncle George knows how I have struggled with this trauma my whole life since the accident that took my parents away from me. He pats me gently on the back to show a sign of comfort to me. ******* With haste, George rushed up the stairs to Caroline’s room after hearing some noise. He opens the door and sees Caroline tearing her up from her sleep. He had known she was having one of her episodes again. “Caroline, Caroline!!!”, George calls out as he shakes her to wake up. She opens her eyes and rushes in with a hug to make sure I am there. Patting her back, I thought to myself how bad I felt about the effect of the accident on her. “If she knew about what had gone down would she be able to forgive me?” I thought to myself. Soon I am tapped out of my thoughts by Caroline. “Do you feel better now ?” George asked. “Yes, I do. I'm fine now thank you." Caroline responds. “ I'm sorry I put you through this every day.” she mummers under her breath, feeling guilty for waking him up. She bites her finger trying to hold back tears, unable to keep tears from pouring down. She stands on the bed and rushes to the bathroom. “I'm okay George, I just need to take a shower now,” Caroline shouts from the bathroom, trying to hold back her tears while shouting. George understands she wants to be left alone and hurries up from the side of the bed where he had sat. “ I will be in the kitchen cooking breakfast so just wash up and come meet me downstairs, okay?” he says to her, not waiting for a reply, and goes outside. Caroline washes up her face and then looks up at the mirror, looking at herself. “I'm not going to let this weigh me down forever,” she says to herself in the mirror. She rushes to take a shower and gets dressed to go meet her uncle downstairs in the kitchen. Caroline is pretty good at hiding her emotions except when she gets these dreams of the accident, which is another reason why she never had friends while growing up. She couldn't do sleepovers because the dream had started when she was little. One time when she tried to sleep and had the episodes, her friends started to avoid her and call her weird in school. The memory of the sleepover was quite fresh in her head, so she dared not to make more friends either. Not that she had anyone who wanted to be friends with her, but practically everyone bullied her and called her “weird”, telling her to mean stuff like her parents had died because she was cursed and stuff like that. And times when her uncle caught a few people in the neighborhood talking behind her back, he would walk up to them and stand up for her. This made Caroline even more grateful, and she loved her uncle so much. He was the only one who didn't see her as weird. ****** “Caroline, breakfast is ready!”, George called out to her, holding the dishes in his hand to dish her food. He prepared her favorite, which was Mac and Cheese complemented with orange juice. “Clomp, clomp, clomp.” Caroline’s boot made loud noises as she rushed down the stairs. “ I'm here! ”, she says with a broad pretty smile on her face as she sees what he has made for breakfast. “ Aw, georgyy”, she says as she has a cute expression holding up her hands together to her pale cheeks. She calls him “Georgy” anytime he does something nice for her. “ You made my favorite, this is so sweet of you Georgy.” She says as she pulls out the dining chair to sit down. “You are welcome,” he replies while chuckling, revealing the wrinkles on his forehead and the sides of his eyes. They start to eat and discuss random things on the table together while laughing and at the same time eating. She decides to tell George what she has been thinking. “ So I was thinking of moving to another city or town. I'm still looking out for where to go. But I just feel I need a change of environment,” she looks up at his face as if she's looking for an expression rather than a reply, then looks back down at her food. “I feel it's the best of-” George cuts her off while talking. “ You are free. I'm happy you came up with this. I'm fine as long as you are happy and living fine.” He replies, holding onto Caroline’s hand as a sign to show that he agrees with her decision. George's POV ********* As Caroline started to tell me about her decision, I thought to myself whether this was the right moment for me to tell her about her parent's death. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was scared that she would hate me forever. I didn't want that. Seeing her break down this morning broke me. I guess this is the best decision to forget about everything and support her in whatever she needs. The truth would only hurt her more, and I can't bear to be the reason for her to get hurt again. ***** What is this truth George is referring to that would cause a rift between him and Caroline? Could there be more to her parent’s death than meet the eye?