Jonathan's POV

After our walk in the park, we decided it was time to go home.

Our time spent walking downtown was a nice change for me, and Baby. Actually spending time with someone and having them want to be there was something I'm not used to.

Once we arrived back at my house, I let Baby off her leash as Macy put the things she bought by the rest of her stuff.

"Uh, Macy?"

"Yes, Jonathan?" She replies not taking her eyes off her belongings.

"Do you mind staying another night? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to... It's nice having you around," I whispered the last part. It was hard admitting that.

"Of course, I told you I would stay as long as you like," She said with a smile finally making eye contact.

"I'm sorry I don't have a guest room, couch ok?" I ask her.

She laughs a bit before answering, "I've slept on your couch for a few days now, plus it's actually quite comfortable."

I forgot how long she's actually been staying at my house.  "Oh ok," I said awkwardly.

Macy has her own life and I shouldn't make her stay here, but I want her to. I hate to admit it but since she's been here I realized I can't be alone my whole life. She showed me stability. I gave her a challenge, which I guess she liked.

I still don't know why she sticks around but as I said, I'm starting to like it.

I start to walk upstairs when a small voice stops me. "What?" I call down the stairs.

"I said good night !" Macy called from the couch.

I said good night back to her and head off to bed, Baby following close behind.

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I wake up in a cold sweat. I was shaking and out of breath. Tears stained my checks.

Baby was whimpering beside me, then my door flings open.

"Jonathan! Are you ok?" Macy yells, very concerned.

I wipe off sweat from my face before sitting up. Nightmares are something that don't happen to me often but when they do, they're bad.

Macy sits beside me and looks directly in to my blue eyes, concern present on her face.

"Jonathan?" She asks again.

"Please stay. I can't be alone right now," I say wiping tears from my eyes. My voice was very shaky, which made it hard to talk.

She then hugged me tightly, "I won't leave you, Jonathan. I promise."

For the first time in a very long time, I hugged someone back who wasn't my mother.

The smell of lavender shampoo flowed in to my nose. It was calming and was a smell I associated with Macy.

We sat on my bed, her arms around me while mine were around her. Finally, I sat up and laid back down. Macy laid beside me on her side, her head resting on her arm.

"I think talking about your dream will help. If you don't mind."

I yawned, and she copied. "Okay, if it'll help."

I then sat in silence, remembering my dream wasn't something I want to do but I'll do anything if it'll help.

I then began, "I was in a dark room. I feel like I've been there but I'm not sure if I actually have. My dad was there. He was standing in the corner, not saying anything, just staring at me," I take a deep breath before continuing.

"He then walked. No, ran up to me. He was yelling and screaming at me saying it was my fault... It was all my fault." The tears began again. I believed him, it was my fault my mother was dying alone.

I looked over at Macy, her face showed many emotions; fear, concern, confusion.

"You don't have to continue..." Macy said quietly.

I continued, even though my thoughts were screaming at me to stop. "Then he disappeared. My mother then appeared on the floor, dead. I tried to run to her-" my voice began to crack because of my tears and the pain in my chest.

"But I couldn't. I tried so hard! Whatever I did it never worked! I tried so hard..." I then let my sobs out and cried.

Macy threw herself on me. She laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me. "Jonathan, I don't know what's going on with your mom but please stop crying. I'm here for you. Everything will be ok."

I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. These dreams got in to my head, but I know everything won't be ok.

"Everything won't be ok..." I say quietly

"Yes it will. It was just a dream, your mother is ok."

She didn't know... If I was going to tell her. Now was the time.

"My mother has cancer. She doesn't have long to live. That's why I left the other day. My father left her once he found out she was sick and refuses to speak to her. She's dying and she's alone. I want to stay there with her but I can't! My mother is dying and she's alone! She's my mother!" My sobs started once again.

"Oh... Jonathan..." Macy was a loss for words. I finally told her what was going on. She knew it was bad, but not this bad.

No other words were spoken that night. I laid on my back with my hands on Macy's back while she laid on my chest. Sleep soon consumed us both and we could finally relax.

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950 words. 

Jonathan is finally opening up to Macy a bit more... Predictions?

Stay classy~ Holley