SUMMER'S RAIN

CHAPTER 58

CHAPTER 58

The tree people walk us to our lodging, which is another straw hut. The inside isn’t as lavish as the prince’s hut, but it isn’t anything to laugh at either. It is one big room with one bathroom and a few of the huge cushion chairs, like the prince has. All the colors are red, blue and gold and of course, it has the same motif going that the prince’s place has. When the door closes I notice the tree people are standing guard by the front door.  The one and only way out of the place is blocked.

Sitting down on one of the cushions, I throw my head back and close my eyes in frustration. When I hear Rachel speak I sit up and asked her what she had said.

“I said, isn’t this great! I thought for sure when those little people took us they were going to kill us or something. Then Prince Osier stepped in and saved the day. He’s going to make sure I get my brother back, and he’s throwing us a party. God he’s awesome isn’t he. I mean look at this place we're staying in thanks to him.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” I shout, letting all my pinned up anger out. I see Rachel take a step back, and I watch as the smile leaves her face, but I didn’t care. I am yelling and can’t stop. “I can’t fucking believe you, how could you be so fucking stupid! How could you believe any of the shit Prince Osier said, you already know fairies are liar? I mean my God did you learn nothing, from the last fairy you dealt with? You just told him everything you know. Don’t you understand the prince has known your brother has been here from the moment he first arrived? We’re not his guest we’re his prisoner!”

Rachel’s face drops even more as tears are roll down her cheeks. “Go look out the door if you don’t believe me. Look at the guards who have been posted by the door to make sure we don’t leave. I have an even better idea why not, walk your ass out the fucking door and let’s see how far you get!” I kick the cushion hard wishing I could break something.

Rachel walks over to the door and tries to open it. The door is slammed shut on her before she has even made a crack in it. Turning around she throws herself on the other cushion crying. I know I should feel guilty for the way I yelled at her.  I know she doesn’t know any better. This is not the kind of life she’s used to. I also know I should be telling her I am sorry and trying to stop her from crying, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I lie back on my cushion and close my eyes trying to come up with a plan to get out of this mess. It would be really easy if I had my powers, but without them, I’m at a loss. Rachel finally cries herself to sleep a couple of hours later, and I am drifting in and out of sleep when one of the tree people opens the door. They brought food in and sit it on a table to the right of my cushion before turning around and walking back out the door.

Ultimately, I give in to my curiosity and peek to see what is under the lids. Uncovering the tray, I see crackers, cheese, sliced apples, pineapples, and strawberries.  There is also some kind of green dip in a bowl. Sticking the tip of my finger in the dip, I taste it. I can’t figure out what it is, but it is good, and I’m really hungry. I thought about waking Rachel, but decide against it. I’m going to have to apologize to her but it can wait until morning right now I need some alone time.

Looking under another tray I see what appeared to be iced tea. Picking up a glass, I sit it on the tray with the food. I take it all back over to my cushion and sit down. As I eat I can’t help but thinking this is a better place to be held prisoner at than Hell would have been.  But then I remember I wasn’t going to be held prisoner in Hell I was going to be killed. So this place is upped in ranks even more. At least, nothing has been said about me dying. I ate on the fruit until I decided if I ate any more I’d turn into a giant strawberry.

Sitting the food on the table I look around and find some blankets. I lay a blanket on Rachel before crawling on my cushion with my own blanket. I decide right now the best plan will be to play along with the prince and see what he want while praying Lisa will find a way to get us out of here. My mind turns to the same thing it always does Case and Dominick. I wonder what they are doing. I thought about how much I miss them both. Then I feel the same guilt I always have when I think about Dominick. The last thought I have before falling to sleep is how angry Case will be if he ever finds out how I have betrayed him. How I’m still betraying him by having feelings for Dominick.

Out of a deep sleep I wake myself with an uncontrollable cry. I glance over at Rachel to see if I had disturbed her. She is still sleeping in the same position she had been before I had fallen asleep. Lying back on my cushion again, I try to remember the details about the dream I just had.

In my dream, I had been in my bedroom back on the Keepers’ World. I was lying in my bed in the dark about to fall asleep when my bedroom door opened and closed. I felt my bed give to weight, and I rolled to my side as arms went around my waist, and my name was whispered. “Dominick" I said surprised. Dominick pulled  me closer to his huge muscled  body as he told me he couldn’t stay away from me another minute. That he missed me and had to touch me even if it was just for the night. Then he kissed me hard. My arms went around his neck my fingers untying the band holding his thick black hair. His hair covered both our faces as he deepened the kiss even more. His hand went under the back of my tank top. He was running his fingers up and down my spine. I remember the feeling of how right it felt. Dominick raised his head and told me I was beautiful before kissing my lips again. That had been when Case had walked in and turned on the light as he said my name. I had pushed Dominick away from me jumped from the bed and ran to Case telling him I was sorry. He looked at me with cold eyes and yelled, “I HATE YOU!” That was when I woke up. Running my hands across my face, I shut my eyes hoping I could go back to sleep without dreaming.