CONVICTED
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, the doctor
permitted me to go in to see Jack. I happily walked into his room and sat down
in a chair next to the hospital bed. Jack was sleeping peacefully, and I was
grateful for the good things that had happened.
"We get to go home
tomorrow," I told Jack quietly.
He didn’t even stir.
"The doctor said there was a
place of his we could have. Just gotta pay rent once a month." I took
Jack’s hand and collapsed it in my own. "I tell ya, Jack, I’m never
getting on a ship again." Not a sound came from Jack. "The
people…they saved us again, Jack. If it weren’t for them, I’m not sure either
of us would be alive. I know I’ve already told you this, but I love you with
all my heart and soul. I want to spend my life with you."
I decided to give him some peace
and quiet, so I got up and opened the door.
"Don’t go…" I heard him
say.
I turned to see his sexy blue
eyes staring back at me, a small smile on his face. I smiled back and shut the
door. I sat back down on the bed and pushed Jack’s hair to the side.
"I love you, too," he
said, still not losing that sparkle in his eyes that I loved so much.
I stayed with Jack all day and
all night and the next morning we were finally released. The doctor gave us
directions to our new home and handed me some medication for myself and Jack.
Jack pulled on a coat and we
walked outside in the warm air.
"So, where’s the shack that
man gave us?" he asked, taking the map from my hands.
I pulled the front of Jack’s
shirt and led him down the streets until we reached the house. But it was an
actual house, one floor high but with shutters and curtains.
"Why did this man give us a
house again?" Jack asked, reaching for the doorknob.
"I don’t know. Maybe he was
so sure you were going to die that he wanted me to live somewhere. Who knows?
Some people are crazy."
Jack pushed open the door and we
gaped at our new home. There was beautiful carpeting and furniture all around.
A kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom, all painted in bright colors with
electric lights.
"That man gave us a fucking
mansion!" Jack exclaimed, throwing himself on the couch.
"No kidding," I said,
putting my coat on the floor.
I walked over and sat on the
couch with Jack. He smiled in a weird way, and I did so back. It was the
weirdest time of our lives, but we both enjoyed it.
*****
A couple of hours later, I went
into the fully stocked kitchen and began throwing stuff together with the idea
to make dinner.
"This is going to be
perfect. We have a wonderful house and a fresh start at life," Jack said
contentedly.
He walked up and kissed me, then
went to explore some of the house.
I, too, was content, feeling that
nothing could be missing in our lives. We had each other and a wonderful house,
but mainly each other.
I ended up giving up on the
cooking and just cooked some eggs. Jack and I split them, which was perfect for
both of us.
Later on, I explored some of the
books, which were written by people I had never heard of. The books seemed
interesting, and I promised myself that I would read them. Jack fell asleep on
the couch a few moments later, and I couldn’t blame him.
I myself felt completely drained
from the events of today. I pulled out a sheet of paper with some charcoal and
sketched Jack stretched out on the couch. I made sure every detail was perfect
from head to toe.
I signed my initials at the
bottom and hunted the house for a tack. I eventually found one and hung the
picture up on the wall.
As I turned to the couch and
cuddled up with Jack, I thought, Nothing gets better than this.