Shape Shifting Love

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 16

Mason

Well here we are, back at the beginning. Now you understand how much of a mess we are in. Michaela walks back from the mirror after putting her make up on. She sits down next to me on the bed and looks down at her hands in her lap.

“We have to get out of here and back to the bus don’t we?” I break the silence by asking the question that has been playing on mind ever since I woke up this morning.

“Yeah, we can’t just leave them there, here.” She breaks a bread roll in half and hands a piece to me. When we woke up this morning I went snooping around and found some bread in some of the cupboards and in the fridge Michaela found some bottled water, apples and a few carton of juice. We also found two boxes of cereal and some crisps that we put into a rucksack that we found in the bedroom. The more we looked around the more I can imagine the type of people who would have lived here. I can see a single dad with his twin daughter and son  eating around the small dining table in the kitchen before settling down in front of the TV in the evenings.

We site for a while until Michaela starts edging her way closer to me. She rests her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her to keep her close to me. The next thing I know u am trailing kisses down her neck. She lets out a soft moan which makes me smile against her skin. I then cup her face in my hands and cover her lips with my own. I poke at her lower lips asking for entrance which she does so and opens her mouth just slightly.

Our mouths move in time together, sometimes slow but sometimes so fast that it leaves us both gasping and panting for breath but it only left me wanting more. Her hands tangle in my hair whist mine hold her hips as she pushes her body closer to mine. I am almost confused on what to do when she starts to lie down on the bed. Not wanting to break our kiss I follow her and end up almost lying on top of her. I roll onto my back when I hear her whimper and grab her stomach.

“Are you ok?” I look at her as she curls her body into a ball so I can just see the top of her head, which she shakes.

“I feel like I’m about to throw up. It’s like all the energy inside of me is building up in my stomach.” I panic for a second and then I remember the book. It must have something in there that can help Michaela, surely. I run over to where it is on the floor next to our bag. I frantically flick through the pages until I come across one that has all the information I need. I read through the words until I come across a paragraph about energies and how they work.

“Imagine that the energy is exiting your body and into the ground of the earth.” I say to her as I return to her side. I’m not sure if she heard me but after a minute of two her body seems to slowly relax next to me. She rolls onto her back as her chest rises and falls quickly. I run my fingers down her cheek as I try to comfort her. As I do I can feel heat emitting off her skin as her cheeks glow.

“You alright?” I gaze at her eyes as they slowly open and her breathing slows to a normal rhythm once again. I immediately engulf her in a hug which she happily welcomes buy hugging me back. She looks up at me and for a moment she looks like a younger, more scared version of herself. I saw a mixture of sacredness and wanting flash across her eyes until her lips connected with mine.  It was only short and more of a caring and loving kiss, probably the best one so far. She pulls back and looks at me in my eyes.

“You sure you’re alright?” I only ask her again because her lips felt hotter than usual against my own. She giggles slightly and looks down at her feet just slightly covering mine.

“Yeah I’m fine, stop worrying.”

“Well I’m sorry but it looked like I needed to worry a minute ago.” I say it in a soft tone.

“You think we should get back to the bus?”

“I guess we have to.” I know we have to go back but I really don’t want to.

We move over to the door, I put the book inside the bag and swing it over my shoulder. Michaela unlocks all the locks on the door and I count them as she does so. One, two, three, four, five, six. Wow, there are a lot of locks. Once she has finished we make our way into the hallway of the building and manage to find our way to the stairwell. When we reached the exit after climbing down the ten flights of stairs the afternoon light hits our cheeks. Even though we are surrounded by what looks like a war zone it is still one of the most beautiful sights I have seen. We walk around another half standing building and all around us is silence, maybe too silent for my liking. Our feet stay at a steady pace as they thud against the tarmac of the road in the abandoned town. The bag on my back seems heavier than it really is and we decide to take a break and sit down somewhere. I scan our surroundings when I find an old bench sitting at the edge of a small garden. Michaela sits to the right of the bench so I sit on the other side next to her. She rests her hand on top of mine. I turn to her and ask her the question which I have been thinking about for a while now.

“Hey,” I start softly as she turns her body to face me, “do you ever think about them?” her eyes grow wide as if she had just seen a ghost behind me.

“What are you talking about; they could be listening to us.”

“What? I didn’t mean them, I mean our families; do you every think about them?”

“Well yeah of course I do, I think about them all the time. What about you?” Her eyes dazzle in the sunlight as she looks at me. I see tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she holds them back despite their plea to escape and show how she is feeling.

“Yeah, it still haunts me that maybe I could have done something but more importantly whether Luna and Darren did it and why?” I feel my hands clench on my lap, the thought of them doing that to my family for a reason I don’t even know about. It makes my throat tighten and my head fill with thoughts that overwhelm me so much that I have no idea on how to make them disappear.

“It’s ok,” Michaela pulls me out of my anger induced trance, “we will get back at them.” She winks at me before standing.

“Well we might as well get a move on if we want to get back to Catherine and Kate.”

I stand beside her and we continue walking, the sun still glares down at us and darts off some of the remaining windows of the crumbled buildings. Our feet fall into the same rhythm they were at earlier in the day.