I was in the back of the car again, the one from my childhood vacation.
Except I was my age now â 21.
My parents werenât there. The front seat was empty.
But the motorcycle rider was outside the broken window with his black helmet and mirrored visor.
He stared at me â
And there was a gunshot, deafeningly loud â
But this time, the gun was in my hands.
I looked down at the smoking shotgun, then back up at him â
And I realized it wasnât a man on the motorcycle.
It was me.
The helmet was gone, and I was staring at my own face covered in blood.
My whole body jerked â
And I jolted awake.
I was in a bed. Everything was dark â
But Massimo was lying there in front of me. I saw his dimly lit face and felt his comforting hand on my arm.
âYouâre safe,â he whispered. âItâs okay.â
Despite what he said, I jerked up on one elbow and looked around, terrified that men in camouflage would be there â
Or a man in black motorcycle leathers with a mirrored visor on his helmet.
âEverythingâs okay,â Massimo murmured as he gently stroked my arm. âYouâre safe.â
I calmed down enough to take in my surroundings.
The room was silhouetted by moonlight filtering in through the window. I didnât recognize anything. It was a completely different layout from what I remembered. Even the bed felt different â stiffer.
âWhere are we?â I whispered.
âAnother cabin.â
âHow did we get here?â
âI carried you. You donât remember?â
The memory of me telling Massimo about my parents came flooding back.
But strangelyâ¦
Instead of pain and sadnessâ¦
I just felt relief.
I collapsed back on the bed, stared into his kind faceâ¦
And I smiled weakly. âHey.â
âHey,â he said as he smiled back. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. âHow are you feeling?â
ââ¦empty.â
His brow knitted together in a frown.
âNo, itâs a good feeling,â I reassured him. âWell⦠not good⦠but a relief. Like Iâve been carrying around something horrible⦠and now itâs gone.â
Sadness welled up inside of me from out of nowhere, and my eyes filled with tears.
âHey⦠hey,â Massimo whispered, and he pulled me to his chest and hugged me.
After a few sobs escaped my bodyâ¦
I relaxed.
I felt so safe.
I laughed a little through my tears. âI guess itâs not completely gone.â
âI wouldnât expect it to be,â he murmured as he stroked my hair.
I loved it⦠the gentle rhythm of him touching my hair⦠the feel of his strong arms around me.
Despite the sadness, I felt a peace I hadnât felt inâ¦
Actually, Iâm not sure I had ever felt it before.
Not since my parents died.
Massimo drew back so he could he could look in my eyes. He took my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. âThank you for saving my life back there.â
Tears blurred my vision again â but this time, they were happy tears. âThank you for saving mine.â
âBut I didnât. That was all you.â
âI meant back in Venice.â I grinned. âEven if you did spank my ass in front of God and everybody.â
He laughed, and I saw a look of relief fill his face.
Then we kissed softlyâ¦
And he held me in his arms until I slept again.