SAVE ME

Morgan Smith

I and Ann were done with the cooking a few minutes ago, we dished out the food and Ann took the plates to the sitting room while I carried the juice, yogurts, and ice cream all on a tray.

“You still have to tell me how you felt when you first saw him,” I told her when we settled to eat.

“You definitely aren’t letting me off the hook that easy, uh?”

I shook my head no.

“Not until you tell me how you felt when you set your eyes on him. Was it magical like how I told you about my feelings for Ricardo or… just fill me in” I encouraged.

“Okay, when I entered the restaurant, I was looking around for he was seated then I saw a man who looked like the picture I saw on his profile waving at me so I walked towards him,” she said and I nod for her to continue.

“I really can’t explain how it felt because it has been so long since I felt something like that ignite in me. I can’t say if it’s how beautiful his emerald green eyes looked or how chiseled his jaw looked or his neat gelled blond hair, or his really cute smile… he is an attractive young man” she blushed.

I squealed as she told me all the feels and chills, she got just looking at him and laughed when she told me that she almost drooled with how much she was checking him out all through the time they talked.

She told me that she never gave any guy a second look for a long time and not because she hasn’t met handsome and attractive men but because they never actually captured her attention as this Elvis guy did.

“So, you’ve finally found someone,” I said to her and she blushed.

I am really glad for her, she looks so happy and I can see a glow in her, something I don’t think I have seen in her since I met her. She does have her glow but it isn’t like this.

I guess when you get the right person, there’s this kind of glow you get that can never fade away.

“I didn’t say he is the one, he just asked me out for another date and we will just see how things go between us,” she said and tried to hide her face from me.

Her hair was in a low loose bun and it did little to hide her flushing face.

“Okay, okay but when do I get to meet him?”

Annabelle Dennis

“Oh, c’mon we just met and I don’t know if we are going to end up having a relationship,” I said and she nod her head but still had the grin she wore when I told her about Elvis.

She spent almost the entirety of our dinner teasing and asking me about Elvis and all details of how I felt and I made my cheeks flame up as I blushed profusely. She seems so eager to meet him but I don’t want to rush things with anyone. A lot has happened in the past and I am so not rushing anywhere.

I’ll take things easy, baby steps I’ll take it.

“Okay, fine I get it” she surrendered.

“So, we’re done discussing Elvis?” I asked and she thought for a while before answering me.

“Hmm… okay for now” she replied and I smiled.

At least we can shift to another topic that wouldn’t put me in the spotlight or have my face flushing.

“So… Morgan,” I say.

“Yes?” she lifts her head from staring at her rice to looking at me “I love this food you made” she compliments.

“Thank you” I replied with a smile “Can I teach you something?” I asked her.

I think I could slowly let her in on it and with time she would love to do it and be at peace even as she sleeps. She is improving from all the nightmares she gets but she just needs to learn to let go and forgive without expecting an apology.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s a song but it is more like a prayer” I answered and she narrowed her eyes slightly before turning to face me properly.

“Hmm… okay” she adjusts in her seat waiting for me to go ahead.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Most times I wake up in the morning, I sing the song to start my day” I explained and she nods.

“You mean the songs I sometimes hear you sing or hum in the morning and a few times in the night?” she asked and I nod my head in response.

“Yeah, that song” I confirmed and she nods.

“Okay then, go ahead”

I took a sip of water from my cup and then cleared my throat before I started.

“Order my steps in your word dear LORD;

Lead me, guide me every day,

Send your anointing father I pray;

Order my steps in your word,

Please, order my steps in your word” I sang for her and could see that she was interested already.

She clapped for me and I chuckled.

“First, you have a very graceful and beautiful voice, second the song is cool,” she says and I smiled.

“Thank you, I don’t want you to focus on how nice the song is, rather I want you to try to connect with the lyrics, let it flow, and let your heart be opened for directions” I explained and she looked a bit confused. “Remember it’s a prayer?” I reminded then sang the song again and again till she joined me to sing the last part.

“Please, order my steps in your word, please order my steps in your word.” We finished singing the song and after we ended it, she squealed and clapped her hands.

“This is nice, I do love the song and the fact that it feels like I am talking to someone”

“Which you are,” I say and she smiled at me.

“Thank you, Ann, maybe I could add it as one of my morning routines,” she told me and I grinned.

“Thank GOD dear and that sounds like a plan”

We finished eating and washed the dishes, Ricardo called and she answered. While she was on the phone, I went upstairs to my room to freshen up and also prepare for sleep.

I got into my bathroom and saw that I ran out of shampoo.

“I think I got extra in my closet,” I said to myself then walked out of the closet to search for the extra shampoo I got the other day, I searched but couldn’t find it and I am not ready to turn this closet upside down because of some shampoo.

“Where did I keep it?” I asked myself out loud.

I made my way out of my room and to Morgan’s room, it possibly couldn’t be there but there was no harm in checking to be sure.

I find it uncomfortable to go through people’s stuff but I needed this shampoo, I’ll let Morgan know I was here even though she doesn’t mind, and I will still let her know. I checked them but couldn’t find them there too.

“Where in the world did I put the shampoo?” I asked aloud and looked around before making my way out of her room and downstairs to ask her.

“Morgan?” I called out to her and she answered me.

“Yep?” her voice came from the kitchen so I made my way there.

I saw a bowl of ice cream and two small size bowls of fries in front of her then I shook my head at her and ignored the fact that she is having those this late.

“Need something?” I nod.

“Remember one time we both went to the store to get some sanitary pads?” she nods “I bought a shampoo, you remember that?” I asked and she nods again.

“Yes, I do. That Shury hair shampoo, right?” she asked and I nod my head in response.

“Yes, I ran out of shampoo and can’t find the extra I go. I am not sure if I kept it in my room or gave it to you when we came back”

“It’s with me, sorry I was supposed to give it back but I kept forgetting each time. It’s in my wardrobe” she said.

“Oh, thank GOD, can you give me please?” I asked.

“It’s in my wardrobe, go take it and you really don’t need to ask me for permission, you know?” she said and I shook my head.

“It’s an invasion of privacy be quick with snacking so that you can freshen up and I can help apply the ointment on your back”

“Yes mom” she salutes and I shook my head at her.

I went back to her room and checked her wardrobe to see it there.

“Thank GOD” I turned and went back to my room.

I passed my window and was about to get inside the bathroom when I spotted the silhouette of a man downstairs, he seems to be leaning on a pickup truck and it feels like he was looking straight at me. I adjust the curtain and switched off the light.

I can’t clearly tell what the person was doing there or whoever he is but it looked like he took something from his pocket like a phone or something because he held it against his ear. ‘Who stays out at this time of the night?’ I asked myself and came nearer to take a closer look at him.

“What are you doing?” I jumped and covered my mouth to stifle the shrieking sound that erupted out of my mouth from the scare I just got.

“Stop doing that,” I said with my hands over my chest.

The light came on and I saw Morgan putting her hands on her hips.

“What were you doing?” she asked again.

“Nothing, just… never mind, what do you need?”

“Nothing, she said and left my room.

‘Strange girl’

I looked back at the window and didn’t see the man nor the pickup truck then I wondered who that could be and what he was doing there this late.