"Beverly, I'm here!"

Dolores's worried voice reached my ears, and I opened my eyes out of relief. I dried a tear on my cheek to hide my crying, even if it was impossible.

I could hear her steps from the hallway. Dolores had her own key to my apartment, because I trusted her but also because there were moments when I needed her, when I couldn't get out of bed to open up the door for her, or when I laid on the floor with drugs pumping through my blood, nearly unconscious.

There were moments in the past, when she had to come to save me. And this moment, was just like one of those...

I laid in my bed, buried under the cover with my arms around my knees. I had been waiting for Dolores only for a couple of minutes, but it felt like a lifetime.

I was afraid, terrified of being alone, even if I was perfectly safe in my apartment.

But I needed her. I needed my best friend after what I had been through with Brandon that same day. I was afraid that if she wouldn't come, I might use expedients to get rid of the pain instead—expedients like alcohol... or even drugs.

"Dear god. What happened to you?" She said as she laid her eyes on me. Her voice was troubled and friendly, and I knew exactly what thoughts ran through her head.

"Was she high already?"

I wasn't.

Deep inside, I knew that I had to stay away from it. I knew that it would take only a small amount of minutes until my savior would come, and I forced myself to hold out. For my own best.

That's why I buried myself in my bed, kept myself as prisoner under the heavy sheet...

I dried my running nose as I looked at Dolores, where she sat beside me on the edge of the bed. She looked like an angel. An angel who had come to save me

I grabbed her hand and sobbed out. I was so relieved that she was finally there with me.

"Bev? Talk to me," Her words were persuasive, and her big doe eyes penetrated my soul with desperately.

Of course, I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't manage to get the words out of my mouth.

I was frozen with trauma.

Where should I even start? There was so much I couldn't tell her anyways because it was against the law. Professional secrecy and patient integrity.

I closed my eyes again to enjoy Dolores's proximity, and I squeezed her hand where it was so perfectly placed in mine. She made me calmer.

Dolores kept her mouth silent as she noticed my inability to speak. She knew me too well to badger on me, and instead, she let me have my moment in silence.

I cried out loud against her. The torturing pain made me scream, I just wanted to get rid of it, and if Dolores wasn't here with me, I would've done anything to settle down.

The feeling inside of me was scary, but so familiar. I knew right away what my body wanted, and that's why I called for Dolores right away.

My heart began to slow down, and gently started to beat in pace with Dolores's calming hand. She stroked my head carefully back and forth, gently scratched my scalp in comfort.

She knew exactly how to help me come back to reality. She used her touch, only for me to use my sense to feel. She hummed quietly, only for me to use the sense of hearing. Then, she forced me to look at her, meet with her friendly, beautiful ocean blue eyes, only for me to use the sense of vision.

I calmed down from the panic, and slowly managed to breathe in a healthy way again. My nails were no longer jamming the skin of my arm, and the tears started to dry out on my cheeks.

I held one hand over my aching chest as I sipped from the glass of water that Dolores handed me.

I took one last deep breath.

"Thank you, Dolores," I said. My voice was weak, tired and exhausted.

Dolores stroked her soft hand over my flaming cheek.

"I will always be here to help you, darling," She smiled, showed a little bit of teeth.

"You are my savior,"

I took another sip from the water to chill my still burning throat.

"I am your best friend," Dolores's friendly voice was determined and satisfied. It was so natural for her, just to come here and take care of me like I was her child. But she didn't see it that way.

She just thought it was so given to take care of me when I fell down into the darkness. She never even hesitated to pick up the phone when I called for her, or when I begged her to come and save me.

I was so thankful for her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked carefully.

I rubbed my red, swollen eyes and gave out a loud sigh to clear my lungs. Of course, I wanted to talk to her.

"I can't," The disappointment inside of me came through with my words. It was true.

No matter how much I wanted to tell her everything about Brandon... I just couldn't, because I wasn't allowed to.

I bit the cuticle of my thumb as I thought about the difficult situation I was in. I didn't know what to do. I felt so lonely. I couldn't talk to anyone, not even to my best friend...

"It's okay, Bev. You don't have to, but you know that I'm here for you if you change your mind,"

A smile formed my pulsating lips as I listened to Dolores's words. I grabbed her hand again and stroked my thumb over the smooth, pale skin of hers.

I loved her so much. She was like the sister I never had.

"I know,"