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open my eyes I left my head
resting on his chest. His breathing was shallow and calm until he
felt me shift from pain and I could feel his breaths increase.
    “I know it hurts, I’m going to get you help,
just hang in there with me,” he said as I felt myself start to
drift off.
    I was able to lift my left hand to rest it
at the base of his neck and stretch my fingers around with a slight
grip. My thumb pressed gently against his Adams apple providing me
with his pulse to focus on, almost like a lifeline.
    “Come on sweetheart, stay with me.” I heard
him say with a little bit of urgency in his voice.
    I was trying hard to focus on his pulse and
stay awake, but I was being pulled into a slumber.
    “What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked.
    “Reece, Reece Miller,” I managed to
whisper.
    Waiting for him to respond, I tried to focus
and listen. I heard him say “My name is” as the darkness surrounded
me, and I faded.

Chapter 5

    6 Years Later –
    You can’t be serious, this isn’t
what you want. You don’t want to walk away, you can’t. You told me
that we were meant to go through this life together. How can you
say that you have changed your mind? How can you just ignore what
we have?? No, please don’t. Please don’t, I can’t do this without
you. I can’t lose anyone else. Please, Please, no….
    “A h hem, Ms. Miller……Ms.
Miller…” echoed as I stirred in my bed reaching behind my head to
grab my pillow and pull it over my ears to get whoever keeps trying
to wake me to GO AWAY. Reaching back my hand smacked against
something hard. OUCH! I twisted to realize that the bed I was so
comfortably laying in was not my bed at all but instead was a
rather hard chair and the pillow I was reaching for was the desk
behind me. Trying to get my wits about myself and figure out where
the hell I really was, it dawned on me. Oh shit
this is embarrassing. Having the realization my
“bedroom” was actually Contracts and Negotiation 201.
    “Ms. Miller, I appreciate that you are
comfortable enough around all of us that you can share your
personal thoughts, however during the middle of my lecture is
hardly the place. I suggest whoever is walking away from you in
your dream wait until after I am done with my discussion.”
    What a fucking
asshole. “I’m so sorry Professor Morris, I didn’t mean
to disrupt you. I didn’t get much sleep last night, I guess I
dozed…”
    “Ms. Miller, I hardly care to hear your
explanation as to why you are choosing to use my lecture time as
your personal nap time and from the sounds of the discussion you
were having, your personal therapy time. You should know by now
this a required course and hardly a fluff course. I suggest you get
your “stuff” situated before you step foot in my class and disrupt
it like that again.”
    I swear I can feel fifty pairs of eye
staring at me. Chancing the idea, I slowly start to look away from
Professor Morris standing directly in front of me and shifted my
eyes to the left from my spot located at the front furthest right
side desk in the lecture hall. Yep, every person in there is
looking at me. Mixed looks with chuckles and a few irritated ones
have me feeling pretty stupid.
    I knew I should have skipped this damn
class. I didn’t get any sleep last night since I didn’t get home
until after 4:00 am and who can go straight to sleep? Before I knew
it the first soap opera of the day was on and I had twenty minutes
to get to class. So yeah, shoot me, I fell asleep. I’m freakin tired !
    Well, this lecture was a bust for me so why
stay? Grabbing my laptop and purse, I stand and give a pretty
sheepish grin to Professor Morris and make a b-line to the door to
my direct right to get the hell out of here.
    As the door shuts behind me I let out a sigh
of relief. Besides the pure mortification of being called out by
the professor in front of the whole class, I’m trying to remember
what I was talking about in my sleep. Of course leave it to me