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I smile back. "I know what you mean sweetie. If you ever need to talk, I'm here, alright?" I say. I pat her back with my good hand. "You'll be fine if you just keep your chin up, okay?"

I look over at you, but my eyes smooth past yours and they go to where everything had happened. My eyes get a far away expression as I remember.
 
I see what is happening and immediately tell you to clock out. "Don, take Lynn home, please."

He says he still has to prepare the bank drop. I tell him that I will do it, and that I wanted him to get you home.
 
I go home with Don, and I let myself in. I curl up on the couch and rock myself until you get there, crying softly.
 
I get home fast as I can after I get everything closed down. "Baby?" I call as I come in the house. "Hey there," I say when I see you. "You ok?" I ask, sitting beside you and wrapping you in a warm hug.
 
I shake my head and relax into you. "Just seeing the spot that it happened at. . . it brought it all back again," I whisper. I wrap my arms around you and crawl onto your lap and bury my face into your shoulder.
 
I rock you in my arms as you start to cry hard. It strikes me that you really haven't cried since the attack. "It's ok, you're safe," I whisper over and over as you do, eventually sobbing silently. I can tell my baby girl is exhausted.
 
The rocking and your words soothe me and soon I relax, my tears gone, but feeling drained. I rest up against you, grasping your shirt fiercely with my good hand. I just let you hold me and relax.
 
I rub your back and then lightly pat your butt. "Baby, do you want to go to bed? You're tired, I can tell."
 
I nod and climb out of your lap and go and change into one of your shirts and a pair of sweats and come back downstairs, curling back up on the couch.
 
I shake my head. "I feel cold," I tell you. "And scared. . ." I try to give a small smile, but my lower lip trembles. "But I know I'm safe. . . So why do I feel scared?"
 
"Getting you a blanket baby!" I call from upstairs. "Be right back!" I go to the hall closet for a blanket and pull one down, biting the inside of my cheek while I think. I wonder if I need to take her somewhere?
 
"Okay!" I call back. I really do feel cold, and I pull my arms through the sleeves of the T Shirt and wrap them around my knees.
 
I come back with a thick blanket and hand it to you. "Baby, I think we need to take you to the clinic to get checked out," I say gently.
 
"No!" I say, adamant. I wrap myself in the thick blanket. "I'll be fine." I bite my lip, almost expecting you to raise your voice.
 
I sit beside you and wrap you up in my arms again. "Lynn," I say in a soft voice. "I want you to not be scared, and I want you to be okay, baby. I'm just very worried about you right now, and it scares me a little bit." I kiss your forehead and notice a cold sweat.
 
I look up at you. "I don't like the clinic," I tell you. "It's not very welcoming, and it's so cold and clinical. . ." I curl up next to you. "I'm going to be okay. . . "
 
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