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he wasn’t faking? I didn’t think I could stand to lose both my parents, even though he’d been absent most of my life.
“I need my pills. They are in the side pocket of my suitcase,” he moaned and rolled over on his side. His tongue hung from the side of his mouth. He appeared to struggle for air.
Faking or not, I rushed to his room and grabbed his suitcase and brought it back to the living room. I beat myself up for being so mean and hateful. As much as I wanted to hate him, I still loved him. My hands shook as I dug into his case. I kept looking over at him to see how he was doing. “Should I call for an ambulance?” I was getting nervous.
He shook his head and I continued to search.
“Do you have them?” he asked as my fingers closed around a small prescription bottle.
“Yes, here they are. How many do you need?” The directions were on the front of the bottle but the words would not come into focus.
“One.”
The fucking bottle wouldn’t open. It had one of those child-safety caps on it, which were designed in my opinion to piss folks the fuck off. A few seconds later I opened the bottle and shook out a single tablet into his hand. He held it, his eyes beseeching me for assistance. I raised his arm, guiding his hand to his mouth. He placed the pill under his tongue. He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. I was scared.
“Are you okay?” My face was inches away from his nose.
He didn’t answer, just nodded his head. I sat down next to him and watched him like a hawk. His color slowly started to return. I wondered what was wrong with him that he could have an attack so quickly and recover seemingly in minutes. However, those minutes seemed like hours. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His breathing had slowed down as well.
“That was a big one,” Padre replied as he struggled to sit up straight.
“How long has this been going on?”
He eyes didn’t meet mine.
He said, “About five years, but there’s nothing to worry about. It’s all under control.”
He didn’t appear to be in control to me. What if I wasn’t there and he couldn’t reach his pills? What would have happened then? Would he have died?
“How come—” I didn’t have to finish my statement. My parents were the masters of deception.
“It’s not so bad ... as long as ... I keep my medicine close ... no stress.”
He was in the wrong house for that shit. Part of me wanted him to go to a hotel, but the daughter in me wanted to keep him close so I could look out after him.
He looked at me, sadness filled his eyes. “So much wasted time.” A tear slid out of his right eye.
I reached up and wiped it away. It was a tender moment, filled with forgiveness and remorse. We both turned when we heard a key in the door.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TILO ADAMS
I jumped up out of the bed, drenched in sweat. I was convinced someone was in the room. I grabbed my gun from underneath my pillow, ready to shoot whoever had managed to get into my hotel room.
“Who’s there?” I whispered, afraid of the answer. My heart slammed against my chest, its vibration pounding in my head. My arms shook as I tried to hold my gun steady. I slid my legs over the side of the bed and crouched into position. If someone was going to attack me, I preferred them to do it while I was standing.
My eyes struggled to see in the dark, but the sweat in my eyes made it difficult to see clearly. I pivoted around in a circle but nothing jumped out at me. This was the third time tonight I’d awoken from the same dream.
“It was the dream again, you idiot.” I slowly lowered my arm and exhaled. Even if I was dreaming, it was very vivid. I would be lying if I said it didn’t have me all shook up.
I went into the bathroom and ran some water in the sink. Part of me wanted to jump into the shower to wash off some of the sweat. The other part of me just wanted to get back in the bed and pretend it never happened. Again.
I allowed the water to get
“I need my pills. They are in the side pocket of my suitcase,” he moaned and rolled over on his side. His tongue hung from the side of his mouth. He appeared to struggle for air.
Faking or not, I rushed to his room and grabbed his suitcase and brought it back to the living room. I beat myself up for being so mean and hateful. As much as I wanted to hate him, I still loved him. My hands shook as I dug into his case. I kept looking over at him to see how he was doing. “Should I call for an ambulance?” I was getting nervous.
He shook his head and I continued to search.
“Do you have them?” he asked as my fingers closed around a small prescription bottle.
“Yes, here they are. How many do you need?” The directions were on the front of the bottle but the words would not come into focus.
“One.”
The fucking bottle wouldn’t open. It had one of those child-safety caps on it, which were designed in my opinion to piss folks the fuck off. A few seconds later I opened the bottle and shook out a single tablet into his hand. He held it, his eyes beseeching me for assistance. I raised his arm, guiding his hand to his mouth. He placed the pill under his tongue. He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. I was scared.
“Are you okay?” My face was inches away from his nose.
He didn’t answer, just nodded his head. I sat down next to him and watched him like a hawk. His color slowly started to return. I wondered what was wrong with him that he could have an attack so quickly and recover seemingly in minutes. However, those minutes seemed like hours. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His breathing had slowed down as well.
“That was a big one,” Padre replied as he struggled to sit up straight.
“How long has this been going on?”
He eyes didn’t meet mine.
He said, “About five years, but there’s nothing to worry about. It’s all under control.”
He didn’t appear to be in control to me. What if I wasn’t there and he couldn’t reach his pills? What would have happened then? Would he have died?
“How come—” I didn’t have to finish my statement. My parents were the masters of deception.
“It’s not so bad ... as long as ... I keep my medicine close ... no stress.”
He was in the wrong house for that shit. Part of me wanted him to go to a hotel, but the daughter in me wanted to keep him close so I could look out after him.
He looked at me, sadness filled his eyes. “So much wasted time.” A tear slid out of his right eye.
I reached up and wiped it away. It was a tender moment, filled with forgiveness and remorse. We both turned when we heard a key in the door.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TILO ADAMS
I jumped up out of the bed, drenched in sweat. I was convinced someone was in the room. I grabbed my gun from underneath my pillow, ready to shoot whoever had managed to get into my hotel room.
“Who’s there?” I whispered, afraid of the answer. My heart slammed against my chest, its vibration pounding in my head. My arms shook as I tried to hold my gun steady. I slid my legs over the side of the bed and crouched into position. If someone was going to attack me, I preferred them to do it while I was standing.
My eyes struggled to see in the dark, but the sweat in my eyes made it difficult to see clearly. I pivoted around in a circle but nothing jumped out at me. This was the third time tonight I’d awoken from the same dream.
“It was the dream again, you idiot.” I slowly lowered my arm and exhaled. Even if I was dreaming, it was very vivid. I would be lying if I said it didn’t have me all shook up.
I went into the bathroom and ran some water in the sink. Part of me wanted to jump into the shower to wash off some of the sweat. The other part of me just wanted to get back in the bed and pretend it never happened. Again.
I allowed the water to get
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