32 Sleep Well

We sat in silence for a moment, and I was feeling somewhat emotional, I'm blaming the wine, when I started to speak.

"It was my sixteenth birthday when I was diagnosed with cancer." I felt him look at me as I just stared ahead listening to the whispers of the ocean.

"Hey, happy sweet sixteen, guess what, you have cancer." I felt the tears starting to sting my eyes.

Mu Kai took my hand and whispered.

"You do not have to do this." I would not look at him because if I stared into his beautiful eyes coz I would have lost it.

So I proceeded with my story.

"I could not bear the thought of my father having to go through that torture and pain again like he did with my mother, so I decided I was going to spare him from having to.

"Wen Wen," he whispered as he leaned closer to me.

"He was going out on one of his drinking binges, and I knew he wouldn't be home till the middle of the night, if at all, so that was my opportunity to put my plan into action. I filled the bathtub with hot water, laid back and took a razor blade to both my wrists." I heard him take in a sharp breath as he was gently rubbing my scar with his thumb.

"Can you believe it was the one night he forgot his wallet and came back to the house, talk about fate right? He found me and called 911. I almost didn't make it as I had lost so much blood."

Mu Kai didn't say a word, but he didn't have to as I could tell he was choked up.

"I guess God had other plans for me. I went through a year of chemo and went into remission. I was given a second chance at life, and for that I'm grateful. Like I said yesterday, I was young and stupid, and I made a terrible mistake."

Mu Kai let go of my hand, put his arm around me and pulled me into him. I rested my head on his shoulder.

He was firm, and it felt good to be held.

"That is why you have this overwhelming need to help others isn't it?" he asked as he lightly kissed the top of my head.

"You're a good person Wen Wen," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and closed my eyes. I felt his strong arms pick me up as he carried me across the sand and to his car, which was not his Limo, it was a wrangler.

He carefully laid me in the front seat as I stirred, he whispered.

"Now sleep my angel." He said.

He pulled up to my apartment, he opened my purse to find my keys then carried me to the door. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. He inserted the key into the lock and lightly kicked the door open with his foot. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. I was somewhat aware of what he was doing, but I was too exhausted to move.

He covered me with a blanket and brought the back of his hand to my cheek as he softly rubbed it.

"Sleep well angel and sweet dreams."