Imagine... | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (English) ⏸️

NEW✔Hero (Jeffrey)

[Jeffrey is not an actor here]

Like every evening, I'm sitting up on our roof. I feel safe up here. Safe from all!

"Alice!", I hear my mother's raspy voice.

I get up with a sigh and head off the roof. "What is it?", I ask annoyed.

"You should've take out the damn garbage last night!"

"There's garbage everywhere here!", I state and point behind me. "I'm tired of cleaning up the trash after you and your wannabe-lover every day! I'm tired of doing everything you tell me to do! I'm sick of you!”, I add, getting louder with each word.

My mother stood there in shock.

~I've never been like this, but when the bomb bursts for me... then it bursts!~

I didn't say anything else, just turned around, grabbed my jacket and left the house with a slamming door.

I just walk down the street not knowing where I want to go.  I just walk.  The main thing is that I get away from my mother!

The sun is just rising.  I'm still walking.  My feet hurt from all the walking.  I didn't care as long as I'm far away from my mother.

"You.. Miss?", I hear a voice behind me.

I turn around frantically. "Yes?", I ask.

“I.. I've seen you before! You're the one who often sits on your roof, aren't you?”, the stranger asks me with a smile on his lips.

"Um.. yes!", I answer hesitantly.

“You're pretty far from home! Do you want me to drive you back?“

“Don't! I'm glad I left there!”, I reply quickly.

“Oh.. ok.. uhhmm.. do you want to go for a coffee?  You look pretty chilled!”

"Um.. gladly!  But I left home without anything.. so.."

"It is okay!  I'll pay!”, he interrupts me and winks at me.

I smile briefly when he nods his head for me to follow him.  I close the gap between and then look up at him.

~Fuck.. he.. he's really hot!~

I think he noticed that I was staring at him. I quickly look at the floor.

"Do I have something on my face?  Do I have Nutella in my beard again?  Shit.. I should always look in the mirror before I leave the house!”, he says disappointedly and rubs the corners of his mouth with two fingers.

"No! You didn't!”, I say and give a short laugh.

He smiles and moves on. "Why are you away from home?", he asks me in a calm voice after a few minutes.

"My mum.. I couldn't take it anymore."

“Oh.. my mother died young!  Then I came to the home because my father couldn't take care of me!”, he says coldly.

"Oh.. Um.. I'm sorry!"

"It's okay! You can't change it anymore."

I say nothing more and just walk on.

"Jeffrey."

"What?", I ask confused.

“Jeffrey! My name.. My name is Jeffrey!”