Billionaires PA

Dreams and Arguments

    I sat up in the bed sweat dripping down my body. I was drenched and so were the sheets surrounding me. I pulled off my clothes to cool myself down. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I stopped to grip the sink when I became dizzy. My immune system was mediocre. I had not been sick this close together in a long time. I figured I was not getting enough sleep to combat my new lifestyle.

    Regaining the feeling of being on sound ground I walked to the bath instead of shower. I turned the faucet, adjusting the water to have a cool bath. I grabbed a towel to find a bottle of wine to accompany me. I opened the room door and popped my head out to see if Jace was there. I did not hear anything, so I figured it was safe. I walked down the hall quickly to the kitchen. I remember seeing wine the last time I was here in a wine fridge. I opened the cooler and grabbed a red wine. Using a corkscrew, I opened the bottle and pored a glass of wine. Remembering the water, I ran back to the room. Luckily, I found the water had not spilled over.

    I shut the water off and sat the wine bottle on the edge of the bath and my glass. I climbed into the bath after taking off my towel. The water feeling amazing against my skin. I closed my eyes sinking down into the water, I left my nose out to breath. I don’t know if I started to fall asleep or the water shifted on its own but the next thing, I know the water is in my nose. I slide up coughing and slapping my arm on the side of the bath.

“Ahh”, I screech looking at my arm.

    I notice the wine glass is shattered a small piece still on my arm.

    I sighed, aware of how clumsy I have become. I pulled the glass of my arm and put it in the water to rinse it off. Checking for remaining pieces I found none. I pulled the bottle of wine to me and drank from the bottle. I was not too sure if sick people should drink wine bit, I felt I deserved a bottle of wine to myself.

    Clearly the universe disagreed. Once again, I found myself in a state of oblivion. I knew I was asleep, but I could not get myself to wake up. I did not necessarily want to wake up. Sleep was peaceful to me. In a life where I am always looking over my shoulder and being stressed, I loved the escape sleep provided. In my dreams I did not feel emotions. It was a time for me to reset and recuperate. It gave me time to get away from the world and do nothing. No calls, no fake happiness, no annoyance, no happy, or sad. Just pure contentment when I was asleep.

    After a great nap or sleep I felt I could do anything. Except the one time I dreamed about Jace and how he kissed me. Here I was once again thinking about him in my sleep. Why? I barely knew the guy and I did not like him. He was intrusive, push and annoying. Yet, handsome, kind, and caring. Wait what? Where is this coming from? See he was even in my subconscious thoughts, how annoying? I mentally rolled my eyes.

    I woke to the sound of an angry voice.

   Looking around I could make out Jace but huge drops of water on my glasses prevented a clear picture of him.

“What are you doing in here”, I pulled my knees to my chest knowing there was nothing in the water to shield me from his view, “Get out I’m not decent!”.

“What did you do?”, he grabbed my wrist.

“Nothing the glass broke”, yanked my arm from him.

“The glass would have formed a more jagged line”, he crossed his arms, “And what about the other scars”.

“They are none of your business”, I grabbed the towel near me and slipped it on without him being able to see me.

    I did have a lot of scars, but I usually kept the, well hidden. They were faded enough if you were bot looking closely you would not notice them.

“You’re cutting yourself in my home!”, he stepped to me, “That makes it my business”.

“News flash, you incompetent excuse for a man, I did not cut myself!”, I poked him in the chest, “Not now or ever have I… And if I was cutting that is the wrong way to approach someone on it”.

    He looked at me in the eyes trying to figure out if I was telling the truth or not. I dd not give him the time to speak again. I walked out of the bathroom to get dressed. I pulled on shirt and sweatpants before drying my hair with the towel. I grabbed my bag from near the room door and walked to the kitchen. I dropped the bag before grabbing a water from the fridge. Drinking the water without stopping to breathe I threw the water bottle in the trash can before pulling out my phone and ordering a driver. The trip home was $15 but there was no way in hell I was staying here. The crazy part is I do not even believe in hell.

    The app said it would be 10 minutes until the driver arrived. I was not too happy on that, but it would do I supposed. I did not have another choice. I turned, finding Jace standing in the doorway. Not wanting to deal with him I picked up my bag and walked towards the exit of the kitchen.’

“Excuse me”, I looked ahead and not at him.

“Listen I-“

“No, you know what I am done listening to you Jace”, I fixed my gaze up, “Unless we are at work or it is something work related don’t talk to me”, I walked past him pumping into him harder than needed.

I walked to the front door. Before I could get it open Jace had spun me around.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave, if you would have seen it through my eyes you would have thought the same thing”, he tried.

“No, I would not have! That is a messed up assumption to make about someone and a pretty huge accusation”

“I am just trying to protect you”

“From what? Myself? No one has that capability but me”, I snapped. I was beyond frustrated.

    Of course, my coughing would start right then. I quickly covered my mouth as I coughed.

“come on, lets get you back in bed”, he started to pull me, “I do truly apologize, I should not have said those things to you or jumped to conclusions… I should have asked”.

“You should have also not invaded my privacy in the bathroom”, I rolled my neck as I pulled my arm from his grasp, “I’m not staying”.

I leaned against the wall for support feeling exhausted.

“What do you mean?”

“I have a taxi on the way,” I pulled out my phone to check and the driver was approaching, “Bye Jace”.

I pulled the door open walking on to the porch.

“Ryan, please”.

“Please what Jace?”, I did not turn to him. Watching as the driver pulled in.

“Don’t leave”

“I’m going home Jace, I will see you at work”, I walked down the stairs and climbed into the car without looking back.

    Even when I am sick I cannot catch a break. This man was a handful and then some. I sighed sinking into my seat with the anticipation of going home.