Safe and Sound

Sometimes whenever I think about him or see him, my mind always dazes off to what I can only think is a memory or a dream that I don't remember.
It's always the same, yet it starts in the beginning or the end of the memory but it always ends the same.
The memory always consisted of
yelling
slamming
rhythmic banging
and sobs of regrets but then silence
I don't know who the cries were from
Myself? Or hi-
I jumped when I had felt him touch my hand,
Gasping for air like if I had been drowning in my own thoughts this whole time.
"Hub?"
"Hub, are you alright? You're..to what I can only think, sweating.." His concerned hand on mine had pulled me out my thoughts.
"Huh? What? Oh! Sorry, I've must have gotten distracted again."
"You've been doing that more than usual. Is something bothering you?"
"No, no just..just thinking about if the kids are alright. That's all."
"Mhm.. Listen Hub if something is ever bothering you just tell me, maybe I could help you. Remember this is a safe place, you're always safe here."
Right. Safe.
I had only smiled and nodded at his caring words.
I know he would understand only because of his long lifespan means he's been through a lot. I'll be ready to tell him about the memories and what they mean once I gather all the parts of it. Till then I can only think about being safe.