KISS

13-Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

 

The typhoon swept through the library obliterating everything in its path; it raged on drowning her in its mist and silencing anything that may have been spoken. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of her beating heart as it attempted to lodge itself out of her chest. She wondered if their hearts beat in tune, harmonized in only a song they could comprehend.

"I've been waiting for you." Iris fought the painter with great strength as he planned to paint her cheeks a creamy red and expose all her secret desires. She cursed him as he danced away in glee satisfied that her cheeks matched the color he desired. She shook away her rampant thoughts. "How did you know I would be here?" she asked biting her lip nervously. He behaved so strangely the last time and she never got around to asking him about Brad.

"Let's call it a lucky guess," he said sauntering closer towards her. Iris took a reflexive step back. She was a little lamb trapped looking at a pack of wolves snarling hungrily at her, licking their chops and imagining her savory favor in their bellies. She turned her back on him and clutched the book to her chest. What was going on? He confused her so, but she still loved looking into those startling azure eyes. She made the biggest mistake of her life by turning her back on him.

Thump!

His arms wrapped around her pulling her back into his chest. This was wrong, no one but Cheese had ever held her in such a manner.

Why does he feel so good against me? He's not Chester, this shouldn't be happening!

She detonated; blasting everything a part causing mayhem and chaos. Why was the organ in her chest careening through her body, bullying the other organs so only the sound of its beat could be heard? She stood still. She shouldn't be here. A gasp escaped her when he placed his left hand on her forehead pulling her closer to him.

"I like this side of you. The blush it's cute." Speaking was tough, she'd been trapped on a desert island for so long with only salt water. She longed for fresh water to quench her thirst. "You know what I'll like better," he whispered in her ear.

"Axel—I" her words had been silenced by the storms his eyes became. There was rage, self-loath, pity and desire in them. She took shelter as the power shook her.

No. I can't keep doing this. There's something going on. Why all the self-loath? What did those expressive eyes mean? I want to know the reasoning behind his pain.

No more running. She reached for him, but was stunned when he slapped her hand away. "Stay away from me." Ignoring the sting in her hand, she couldn't help but question him.

"Jay what's wrong?" she asked thunderstruck. She kept her hands behind her back. His frame was slightly hunched and his beautiful black hair a mess. He looked lost like no one wanted him. She would fix him.

"How'd you know?" he asked her. "How'd you know it was me? Tell me!" Iris didn't speak. She pulled him into her arms. She'd known, she did the right thing when she felt the wet tears on her neck. Tiny streams flowed across her skin searching for the crevice to hold their sorrow until they formed a great lake overflowing full of pain.

He held onto the girl tightly. He was losing himself and fast. "Iris won't you stay with me?" He held her closely. He didn't want her to slip away. He was just happy that someone finally knew the truth. He wouldn't let her leave him. She must stay. She smelt of summer and sunflowers; she seemed safe. He could trust her. Releasing her, he gazed into her golden eyes. He was afraid of what he would find there, but he relaxed when he realized she didn't pity him. Grabbing her hand he led her to the couch and they sat.

"There's so much I want to tell you; but I want to show you something first. Meet me here tonight," he whispered kissing her on the cheek before leaving. She was on an adventure, a journey of discovering mysteries and devouring their untold secrets. Soft as a butterfly's wings was the kiss Jay left behind. She touched her cheek reminiscing. She couldn't meet him tonight. She was going to be with Cheese. It still didn't stop the waves from roaring in her ears when she thought about it; but she longed to free the prince in the tower. He was gone. What was she going to tell her family? He didn't even specify a time. She wouldn't tell them a thing. She would steal into the night like star crossed lovers rebelling against their family wishes.