Uncaged

Chapter 9

Every Saturday morning, I was excited to see my girl. I know, it was stupid of me to think of her that way, but to me she was. If I could talk to her, I would have already asked her out, would have asked her to be my girlfriend, would have spent every waking moment with her. But I get to just look at her. This time though, I have an important question to ask her.

I'd tried time and again to guess her name, I'd thought of a lot, and I would go alphabetical, I had been up through the J's when she held up her hand for me to stop with a silent giggle. When I asked if she wanted me to tell me her name herself, she nodded happily, and I stopped asking to guess. She knew I thought of her as my girl, and she seemed happy about that. It was the first thing I thought every time I saw her, there is my girl, and she would always clasp her hands together, nodding.

But I refused to ask her out like this. That was my rule. If she wanted to tell me what her name was in person, I wanted to ask her out in person. That seemed fair. Not many people ask each other out when one can read the other's mind, right? Okay, that was a trick question, never mind.

But today, I was going to help Jane. Or at least try to. I didn't know if it was possible, but I could only try. Jane deserved it. She had been such a good friend, that it was the least I could do.

I never understood how she knew I was there every Saturday, but she did. As soon as I was in the back yard, she would appear. I knew the door do her room was sealed just from Jane's observation, and the window looked thicker too, so they obviously didn't want her heard. But if that was the case, shouldn't she not hear my mower? Did she just have a timer that she watched and then would keep checking to see if I was there? But no, she always looked and saw me, as though she expected to see me, like she knew I was there without looking.

Hello, my beautiful girl I thought, seeing her bounce lightly on her feet as she waved. She was a vision, as always.

Can I ask a few questions? She nodded happily at me

Does your family know you can read minds? Another nod.

Do you read their minds? Yes, a nod.

Okay, this is a different question but, does Jasmine like girls? She immediately covered her mouth, as though she were shocked that I asked. But then slowly nodded.

Good! My friend Jane likes her, do you think Jasmine likes her too? I wanted to make her understand why I was asking these questions, and she'd never seen Jane to read her mind. The girl immediately smirked and nodded rapidly. Awesome! I felt so much better, I just needed to find a way to tell Jane this. Or should I tell Jasmine?

Can I trust talking to Jasmine about you? I wondered if that was safe. But she dropped her head, shaking her head sadly.

I'll get you out, I promise! She smiled softly at that, and then leaned into the window and kissed it. I always did my best to not think anything inappropriate, but when she did things like that, all I could think of was wrapping her in my arms and kissing her till we were both breathless. That of course made her blush crimson and made me laugh so hard I had to go back with the mower and get a spot I missed when I lost my line. It would have all been so silly if you discounted the fact that I was talking to a girl with a one-way telepathic bond, who's name I didn't know and who was being held prisoner by her own family. Then it wasn't so silly.

It was insane at that point.

So, I couldn't ask questions, I'd run out of yes/no type that I could think of. But I thought about my family, remembering all I could about my younger siblings and parents, wishing I could introduce them. I imagined what they looked like. I gave her images of beach trips from before my mom was sick, and a few Disney trips from the same time period. I gave her images of the beast and promised her a road trip.