I finally manage to get up and get in the guest bed and fall asleep. It only feels like a few minutes when Joe shakes my shoulder and wakes me.
He tells me good morning and asks me how I slept. I glance at the clock and it's nearly 11 am. "I'm fine" I say. "I was just more tired than I thought."
We talk a few minutes as I try to get my bearings, I'm terrified to tell him what happened and he goes on and tells me that Nana is feeling much better and asks if I'll stay one more night with her. I'm nodding my head before I realize it, agreeing to stay another night. He leaves and tells me he'll have something for us for lunch ready in a few minutes and I sit there, trying to wrap my mind around everything that has happened.
I start questioning myself about what Nana did to me. Did I fight hard enough to try to get away? Did I want her to do those things to me? My body responded to her touch and I couldn't think. She was so aggressive and the way she touched me. I shake my head and get out of bed. I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and then make my way downstairs.
I walk into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast table there. Nana is nowhere around at this point yet and Joe is fixing up some eggs and toast for me. He puts a cup of hot coffee down in front of me and I hold it in both hands, sipping it slowly. When he finishes the food, he flashes me a smile and puts it down in front of me. He then starts to fix some more eggs and toast as Nana walks in.
I glance up at her, my heart racing. She smiles at me and winks and walks over to Joe, patting his arm. They talk but I can barely hear their voices, it feels like the blood is rushing through me so fast that it's drowning out everything around me. I come out of this trance as Nana walks towards me.
"So, I was wondering if you'd be a dear boy and run a few errands for me this afternoon...before you go to work" I hear her saying to Joe. She gently touches my shoulder as she stops behind me. "Sharon did a marvelous job checking in on me last night...it was like I had my very own private nurse" is what she says to Joe. As she says "my very own" I feel her fingers run thru my hair and she gives it a little tug. I quickly sip some more coffee, feeling my face turn red.
Joe turns towards us as she sits down and he gives her a plate of food. He tells her that of course he'll run some errands and that he's so happy she's feeling better. He thanks me again for taking the day off to help look out for things and I find myself giving him a weak smile and nodding my head.