Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 16

LEARN TO WALK AGAIN

Rebecca's story

This house was so big for me, and without Dominic in it, it was even bigger. His friend Megan would occasionally come over to help me, just as he promised, but I got the feeling Dominic was actually avoiding me. This week he's been home with me for barely three hours during the day, every day. He would always say he would have filming and an audition coming. At night, I would hear him coming in so late that I would lock myself up in my room so as not to disturb him. His room was right next to mine. Sometimes, if it was really quiet, I could hear his breathing through the walls.

I was understanding why he brought Megan into the house. And not so I wouldn't feel lonely. I was sensing certain behaviors in Dominic. But I didn't want to jump to conclusions. 

I didn't quite know what was happening to me when he was nearby. There were some moments when he would stand so close that I would feel overwhelmed by his masculinity. I had to admit that even without seeing him, I was shattering all the time I had to face him. Even though I still didn't believe he was who he said he was, he seemed like a wonderful man.

I still remembered little about the night of the attack and still had some nightmares about the attack, even though I didn't remember it. But I tried to keep them under silence as I didn't want to worry Dominic. He had been so good to me during the past few days while I was staying in his house. But tonight, the bad dreams were a little too disturbing, so I decided, for my peace of mind, to wake up and carefully wheel myself into the kitchen to drink a glass of warm milk. Maybe it would help me sleep. Or at least I hoped so...

      For my safety and comfort, Dominic had the house fixed so I could use the wheelchair. I headed down the hall and finally to the kitchen. One of these days, when Megan was here, she showed me where the milk was in the fridge. As well as many things in the house just to make it easier for me. All I had to do was go there, open it and, as she said, it was placed right in front of my left hand. Even though I couldn't see, I told myself that such an effortless task I could handle. 

"I'm so sorry. A glass of warm milk is what I wanted. I didn't mean to..." 

"Well, in that case, why don't you let me help you?"

But I was still in his arms. He placed me so gently in my wheelchair that with each motion he took, his touch became aching. Not physically, but rather emotionally. A shudder swept through my entire numb body when the warmth of his disappeared. Distraught replaced yearning. I craved for more. And I realized this was not his fault, but mine for feeling this way. He was just doing what any gentleman would do. He would not let me fall. So, his reaction was as normal as could be.