I sit down on the couch next to Ben. Theo crawls into the small space between me and Ben with his head on my leg.
He’s like Ben, always know when I need someone close to me.
I open my mouth and start telling about how I met Rick. What happened between me and my parents. That my little sister tried to work it all out. To get me and my parents back together.
I refused. I was angry and I was afraid that they would find out that they were right. I did see my sister one day in the park in Amsterdam. But I never walked up to her.
“You know how much it hurts to regret things that weren’t supposed to happen. I always was a daddys’ girl. I loved my mother so much. And see what my stubbornness brought me. To a life without them.
I am living the life I always dreamt about and now I don’t have my parents to share it with.”
I start to cry uncontrollably. Theo presses his nose against my hand and Ben strokes my cheek.
These are the two most important men in my life right now.
It takes me a few minutes to calm down and I look at Ben. “This is the sad story of a stubborn girl.” I try to smile but I fail.
“You were trying to live in a dream world. I don’t know what I would do if my dad told me that you weren’t good enough for me. I think I would kick him out.” Ben shrugs.
He gives me a soft kiss. “What if you call your parents tomorrow. Don’t you think they would be thrilled to hear from you? Don’t you think know by now that you are not living with Rick anymore?” Ben asks.
“They never knew I moved in with Rick at all. As far as they know, I still live in my small dorm in Amsterdam.” I answer.
“What will they think if they find out that you are not there anymore?” Ben can be very persistent when he thinks he is right.
“They would think I moved in with Rick. Which is right, but they will never find out where Rick and I used to live.” I reply.
“And they will also be unaware that you live in Seville with Prince Charming now.” Ben jokes.
I hum. “I should send them a postcard.”
“Do you think you can get away with that?” Ben asks. “If you don’t dare to call, then just write them a letter.”
I shrug. “I think I just have to get over it. I don’t think they want to see me again after such a long time.”
“What do I have to say or do to convince you that you are thinking wrong thoughts?” Ben asks.
“I know my parents. They will not be pleased to hear from me after denying them for so long.” I pout.
“Well if you are certain about that, okay. But you’ll never know for sure if you don’t try.” Ben says wisely.
“You might be right, but it’s hard to take that step. It’s hard to face your demons and it’s hard to call people you haven’t spoken to for over a year.”
I shrug again. “I think I will take a shower and go to bed.” I say. “I’m tired.”
“That’s typical of you. Walking away from your problems. It’s time for you to face them missy.” Ben says and I give him a death stare.
“Don’t ever tell me what to do.” I snap and get up from the couch.
“I am off to bed.”
I slam the door when I leave the room.
I can be so childish.
My head is pounding when I step into the shower. I feel dizzy and I rest my head against the wall.
I feel nauseous and I have to fight the urge to throw up. I can’t. I run out of the shower and reach the toilet just in time.
I fall down on my knees and throw up.
I have never felt so sick in my life. I brush my teeth and step back into the shower. My teeth are chattering and I am hot and cold at the same time. I try to wash the headache and sickness away.
Minute after minute passes by. I sit down on the shower floor. Let the water run down my trembling body.
I can’t get up. I only want to lie down and sleep.
A loud bang on the door wakes me up. “Lynn, did you fall asleep in the bath?” Ben asks from the other side of the door. I hum. “Almost.” I barely manage to speak.
Ben comes in and sees me lying on the floor. He rushes inside, steps into the shower to get me out.
I can hardly move. Everything is sore and I need to throw up again. “Put me down Ben, I need to throw up.” I moan softly.
He puts me down next to the toilet and I throw up again.
Ben carries me to the bed and gently tucks me in. “Do you want me to call a doctor?” He asks. I slowly shake my head. “No thanks.”
I curl up into a ball and drift away in a sleep. My teeth are chattering but I am very warm.
Ben lies down next to me, holding my sweaty body against him. “You’ll be fine soon Miss, I promise.” He whispers in my ear.
The hours pass by and I am in a continuous state of dreaming. I think. I have never seen pink unicorns before.
And is that Pikachu? What’s he doing in my bedroom.?
The elves don’t seem to help me right now, their fluttering makes me nauseous.
There’s a bucket by the bed? Is there? I tilt my head to look and I throw up in it, as good as it gets.
Who is making my face wet? And why is he doing that. I reach to my face and grab the damp cloth that’s on my forehead. I toss it across the room and bury my face under the blankets.
“Leave me alone.” I mumble. “And take the elves with you, they annoy me.”
I toss and turn. I mumble and cry. And by the time I finally feel a bit better and manage to return to a clear state of mind. Ben managed to call the doctor.
“Food poisoning.” The doctor says.
“But we all ate the same last night.” Ben says confused.
“What did you eat.” The doctor asks. Ben explains about the paella he made and the kind of snotty shellfish.
“You are probably allergic to shellfish.” the doctor says. “You should be careful when eating seafood from now on.” The doctor tells me before leaving.
I nod slowly.
“Was I really that sick?” I ask Ben softly.
I turn around in the bed and feel it’s all damp. “Did I sweat so much?” I ask.
“I will clean all of this up. Yes, I called the doctor. I was desperate. You were so sick and I didn’t know what to do. I had to wait to call the doctor till now. I’ve never seen anyone so sick before.” Ben stammers.
I smile faintly and rest my head back on the pillows. I still feel shaky and dizzy. “I think I need some more sleep.” I mumble.
“You should take a bath, so I can change the bed and then you can sleep.” Ben says. I look at the clock. It’s ten in the morning. “Did you sleep last night?” I ask Ben.
“Not really.” He replies. “You should get some sleep too then.” I say.
“I will, but let me clean up first.” Ben says
He helps me out of the bed. My legs are trembling and I have to hold on to Ben. He gets a bath ready for me and I step in. My muscles relax in an instant. I never knew that throwing up could make all your muscles feel so sore.
Ben cleans the bedroom while I try to stay awake in the hot bath.
I got sick all of a sudden. But it took me only twelve hours to get almost better again. The miracles of a body.
I get out of the bath. I have to hold me tight so I won’t fall but I manage to get into the bedroom myself. Ben holds the blankets open for me so I can crawl under.
Ben crawls next to me. I rest my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me and we both sleep till the sun goes down.
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