Kennedy - 8

8 - Kennedy

I’m groggy but I can tell Jeremiah is holding me, my head is tucked into his massive hard chest. Another breath, another hand squeeze. I look over and Rayna, sitting next to Jer, is looking at me with sympathy and I can feel the tears prick behind my eyes. I try to blink them away, but it’s no use. They fall in slow streams from my eyes. I squeeze them shut trying to stem the flow.

“Hey, don’t fight it. Let the sadness go. It will help.” Her voice is so soothing, but I let the tears just flow.

“It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.” I sniffle and pull my hands from hers to rub them over my face.

“There’s something that makes sense.” I look over and see Ben at the foot of my bed. Even better. “What happened this time? Was there something different about your dream? You yelled for all of us.” He points and I see Tommy and Jason too. “You’ve never done that before.”

“Huh? I don’t know. I don’t really remember.” I lied and closed my eyes again but opened them back up qu