The Fallen (On Hold)

Chapter Thirteen

I didn't know what to do. I had no way to contact Michael and I didn't want to radio Uriah and have him figured out. So instead, I waited. I waited and waited and waited until the sun finally set so I could tell East from West.

When it did, I got my bearings then headed out in the direction that I believed the house to be.

Walking through all the bushes, swatting them away, and tripping over roots, I finally pulled a branch away to reveal the river and the house. Thank God.

Running across the river and drenching my pants and bottom half of my stomach, I burst through the front door to greet Michael, Abigail, and the gypsies.

"Phi!" Michael runs over to me and wraps his arms around me to keep me up. "What happened to you?"

He leads me over to where everyone else was sitting and offers me his seat. Setting my bag down on the ground, I remove my wet shoes and begin to go over the events of the day.

"He did that? He really did that?" Though Abigail had never met Chase, she still found it hard to believe that he would do that to me.

Michael tends to my shoulder, which I later realized was a gunshot wound, as we spoke.

"Yeah, I thought the same thing. I really thought he would keep the secret and possibly help me but I guess not." Shivering, I stand up and start to move about. "I think I'm going to change and maybe head to bed. Where should I do that?"

The gypsies look at me confused and then Michael points down the hall. "There's a room down there that we're using. You can change in there and then pull some blankets onto the floor."

"Thanks." I pull my bag onto my shoulder without the bullet wound and then head into the direction he was pointing.

When I'm done changing, I place my wet clothes over the back of a chair then pull the blankets off the bed onto the floor. Laying down, the itchy blankets scratch against me and my head thuds against the floor. Groaning, I roll over and try to fall asleep but can't.

An hour later and I still can't fall asleep, I hear the door creak open and shut my eyes. Someone then makes their way around the room crashing into every object and cursing. By the sound of the voice, I think it is Michael.

I then hear the squeak of a drawer as it is being opened and closed. Rustling then follows and I know he is changing.

"Michael!"

He tumbles down with his pants around his ankles. "Ahh, Phi what are you doing? I thought you were sleeping."

I shake my head. "No. I was resting my eyes but I didn't know you would be changing in here!"

"Sorry, I'm not used to sharing a room with anyone but Abigail and you know..."

I cover my ears. "Don't even. I don't want to know."

"Sorry, but there's no place else to change. All the rooms are taken and there's no bathroom."

I stand up, grabbing the blanket with me and leave. "I'll knock before I re-enter."

Dragging myself out into the hallway, I see the only one still out is Abigail and I head over towards her.

She's still sitting where I left her, bundled in leggings and one of Michael's shirts. I sit down next to her.

"Hey," I wave.

"Oh, hey again," she doesn't look up or really acknowledge me so silence consumes us.

After what seems like a good amount of time for Michael to get dressed, I stand up but her hand catches mine.

"Is there something happening between you and Michael?"