Powerless

The Reunion

Ch. 2

The reunion

[Ariels POV]

  "so how did you get all the way up here? I thought you would be in the camp in jersey since that's the closest to us." tRistan says through the bathroom door.

    "well, once a year they have something that they call an auction,... They take there 'most valuable people'" I say sarcastically. "and they bid for us. Eric's brother Damian bought me for thirty thousand... But, Eric Begged his brother To have me." I say this while changing into my warm pajama pants and black shirt. I put my hair in a neat pony tail.

  Tristan finally gets out of the shower. 2 minutes later he walks into the room wearing those oh-so-comfortable flannel P.J pants that everyone loves and a white undershirt.

    " I am so sorry that you had to go through all of that. I would have traded places with you in a heart beat." says Tristan sitting on the bed.

  I sit next to him. "no, it's my fault. That's why you shouldn't have come for me. The pain that you endured, the suffering... It isn't worth it. IM not worth it." I say.

    "are you kidding me? You are my love, my gravity, my baby... Do you know how hard it was? Waking up without you in my arms?"

  As I look up into his eyes I know he is telling the truth. It was the same for me. Suddenly he undoes my hair and wraps his long arms around me. As I sit safely in his warm embrace he rubs my back. He lowers his head down to my neck and inhales deeply.

    "you still smell the same..." he says absent mindedly.

    "well I hope thats a good thing." I say playfully.

  He lifts his head and rests his forehead on mine.

    " the best scent in the world." he says, a smile playing on his lips. I can't resist any longer. As my lips meet his it's like no other kiss we have ever shared. Passionate And loving and gentle and kind. Time has made us realize that we don't have forever.

  Suddenly there is a knock at the door. I rub my hand through Tristan's shaggy hair before untangling myself from his arms.

  As I open the door I see that it is Daniel.

    "oh, Daniel! Come on in!" I say kindly. " I would like you to meet Tristan. Tristan, this is Daniel. My friend and the cook here."

  Daniel wheels his cart into my room and sets the two silver trays onto the small table next to the window. As he finally looks up he gives Tristan a warm smile.

    " I have heard so much about you, young man! I'll tell you, You are one lucky man because Ariel here, she is such an amazing woman."

  Tristan gives Daniel his shy smile that I love.

    "trust me, I know."

    " well, I will leave you two to your evening. Ariel, if you need Anything you know where to find me. I look forward to getting to know you better Tristan. Oh, and taKe care of Ariel." he says teasingly.

    "trust me, I will." he replies

    " thank you Daniel!"

    " your welcome sweetie" he says before leaving the room.

  I soon find out that it's hard to eat when your reminiscing. We go all the way back to when we were kids.

    "do you remember at our first home coming dance when you asked out Melissa but then got jealous when Tony asked me and refused to dance with mel? She wAs so mad at me!"

    " you remember what a klutz I was when I first asked you out? It was crazy! You remember I tripped over thT chair and dimmed the lights?"

    "oh yea, we laughed at that for days..."

  All of a sudden I see a little blood trickle down Tristans face. We had been so busy laughing at the old days that I had completely forgotten about his wound.

    "how did you get that?" I ask

    " I wasn't cooperating with them so someone hit me in the head. It's fine really... They said I may have a little amnesia but my memories will return soon." he answers

    "come lay on the bed and I will bandage you up. "

  As Tristan lays on the bed I go and get my first aid kit. I look back and Tristan is looking at me smiling. I get up and go over to him.

    " I can't believe its you. I thought you were dead."

    "well either one of us could be soon so we better just enjoy it while it lasts." I say tears in my eyes.

    "what do you mean?"

    "well Eric probably wants you dead, or at least out of here because he knows that I love you and that even if he had brain washed me we would fall in love again. The auction is coming up again and Eric tells me I'm going to be in it again, I may be sold to somewhere else..." as I say this I quickly wipe the cut with an alcohol wipe and dap peroxide onto it before bandaging it.

"but you know that Eric won't let that happen... And so we have to hide our feelings outside of this room? If it means I get to be with you I'll do anything."

"that's sweet but I'm really serious... And I don't want to go to the auction again."

"whats it like?"

"well, there are these people that are part of a committee and they come and they have an interview with everyone and they choose one or two people to go. From there they give you a makeover and make you look fabulous, throw a short dress on you and run you down a catwalk like it's some kind of model show. Whoever pays the most wins."

   Tristan looks mad. He closes his eyes and exhales slowly. "I won't let that happen to you again and I dont think Eric will either."

"well, let's hope not." after that, an awkward anger hung in the air. After we finished our meal, we cuddled up and went to bed.

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