I pushed open the door of the school and sped walked to my truck, unlocking it at a press of a button on the keys. I opened the driver’s seat door and tossed my backpack into the back seats before hoisting myself up into the driver's seat, closing the door with a 'Slam!' And locking myself in. I recline the seat back and reached back for my bag, unzipping it and pulling out the familiar orange journal and placing it on my stomach as I reached for a pen sitting on the passenger seat. 'Click! Click! Click!' I didn’t know how to start my words but it’s been bothering me so much that I rather just get it out on paper than talk to someone about it.
---
It’s weird… lately I’ve been thinking about one of my employer’s children, the Silverwood’s family child - Salem Silverwood. And the odd thing is that it’s getting kinda worse now… okay, worded that wrong. What I mean is that I’ve just been thinking about him more and it’s weird to me. Like, I’m aware that I do think about him, Salem has never really left my mind since the last time I saw him when I was just six or seven years old but… now? As I approach the nine year mark of no longer being able to see him, yeah. The wanting to see him just once when I go for deliveries has just gotten stronger. It’s not like we have to talk to each other, just like… see each other, even if it’s for a second, that’s all I’m asking for.
Like today, I was sitting in my math class. I was supposed to be paying but I was kinda in my own world, thinking about what I have to do for my jobs - gotta fill in a shift at the bakery this weekend, then there’s the record and antique store… gotta make sure that shipment of those vinyls come in on time and not damaged like the last time. Then all the errands I gotta run for the households in the outskirts. Then I started thinking about Salem, pretty sure he was the one he added more stuff onto the grocery list he wanted like different snacks and stationery supplies I knew he would use like a certain type of paper that I remember accidentally leaving when I was staying over in the house during a crazy thunderstorm [guess he found it and fell in love with the texture of it] or the refills for fountain pens that I’ve found myself using when I forget my own pen at home or elsewhere. Snacks are a completely different story. I swear he’s just weirdly fascinated with what other snacks than the ones the upper class have to offer. I could always tell it was a different person ‘cuz added in a rush with the handwriting, how it’s different then Mrs. Silverwood’s handwriting and that it’s aways on the back of the list, taped on and written on a different piece of paper.
Heh, also on the topic of sneaking his snacks and supplies into my grocery runs for the Silverwoods - I try my best to sneak it into his room when I can. Or at most hide it in the dumbwaiter for Salem could get it whenever he was in the kitchen. Had to make sure that no one is around for either of those methods because pretty sure Salem’s father is strict about Salem’s sweet tooth.
I sometimes catch myself doodling what I think he looks like now. He would be sixteen no, he would be seventeen now, just about to leave highschool to go off to uni or something like that (if he were to go to say like… a boarding school or just school in general.) I would always picture him with maybe short wavy hair, still dressed in his fancy attire that would always be tailored to fit him perfectly as if his parents purposely made him look like a porcelain doll. Heh, on the topic of him looking like a porcelain doll, I think it was the way his skin barely had any imperfections and his blue eyes. Something really did feel off about his eyes, I remember that there were no other shades, no greens or hints of hazels or browns. It was just solid blue, like clear water in the Caribbean or just blue water. As for his height? Maybe it’s me projecting what I know of guys I know (aka, Hal, Toby and Charlie) Salem would be taller than me by now, maybe six foot something. He seems to be the type to have one of those wild growspirts.
I remember that he was homeschooled by tutors when I met him all those moons ago. I wonder if he still is. Now that I think about it, I wonder if he’s going to like medical school or any post secondary education since he is supposed to be inheriting his family’s medical company. Wonder how he’s gonna take it with running hospitals and the whole medical supplies thing his family’s got going on. But most likely, he’s gonna have more tutors than ever and independent study time. I still remember how much trouble I got him in when we were younger. I would join my brother on his errand runs in the outskirts after months of begging and when Salem and I became close friends - Salem would dismiss himself from his classes to hang out with me. We would always run off into the gardens of the property and just walk around there. Salem would always hold my hand or even let me hold his arm as if we were an old married couple. On that topic, I still remember the time Salem and I promised to marry each other when we were in our twenties if we were still single then. I wonder if he still remembers that promise…
Oh, I also remember the amount of times when he was younger he would just show up at Charlie’s place when he was the one watching over me as a legal guardian. Salem had this habit of running away from home, sometimes he was found in the garden grounds, sometimes he would be found in the middle of woods that surrounded the estate… and sometimes Charlie would have to call up Mrs. Silverwood to come get her son because he ran all the way to his place to sleep in the same bed as his brother (aka, Salem would sneak out of the house, go to town without any supervision only to just sleep in my bunk all over a nightmare he had.) It was honestly kinda adorable now that I think about it. Salem would climb into my bunk and tell me about the nightmare he had and that he needed comfort from his best friend. I wonder if his habit of running away has gotten better over the years...
It must be kinda weird to that I don’t see Salem at all when I’m at his place either having coffee with Mrs. Silverwood or just there for work. The thing is, I guess I actively try to avoid him. Why? ‘Cuz of some real stupid reason. Some kids threatened me if I even so breathe the same air as him that I was pretty much dead, but that’s another story for another entry in his journal. How would they know? I dunno. Maybe Salem would snitch on me okay, don’t be dumb Cessair. He wouldn’t do that… would he?
---
I looked up in thought over the idea that Salem might snitch on me being in his house to drop off groceries. “...Would he? Shit…” I said through a sigh, running my hand through my messy dark hair.
Then somthing hit my truck window with a 'BAM!'
I jumped and looked at the driver side window, seeing Toby looking at me with a smile. I rolled down the window, “Holy shit Tobs, I think you almost killed me.” I said with a slight hiss in my voice, touching my chest and feeling my heart pound at my chest.
“Sowwy, Cessaiw…” Toby said as if he was a toddler, “I just wanted to come get you for lunch, we can head to my family’s café and eat there in the upstairs employee lounge. There are barely any tables in the cafeteria today.” his tone shifting back to his normal one.
I stared at Toby for a bit and sighed, unlocking the doors and started up the truck, “Get in.”
Comments (0)
See all