The Awakened

Chapter 10

  I woke up with a start, an irritating ringing in my ears. What the hell was that?

"Good morning, Makayla," Chase entered my room carrying the silver platter that I've gradually grown accustomed to over the past couple of days, along with the deep voice that woke me around the same time everyday. But this time was different. Over the past few days things seemed to be normal, and although I still didn't talk to him much, I felt much more comfortable around him. Or so I thought.

"Good morning, Chase," He gave me a soft smile, his white teeth gleaming from the sunlight that escaped cracks in the blinds. "What's for breakfast today?" I asked gently. I fiddled with my fingers, the dream from the previous night gnawed at my brain, making me anxious.

"Bacon, eggs, toast, and some fruit, with a side of orange juice," He gently placed the platter on the white bedside table and bowed. "Now I must get going, there is quite a bit that needs done today in preparation for Jackson's birthday party. I shall return in a while to retrieve your utensils, please enjoy your breakfast."

Chase turned to leave, "Wait, Chase I have a question." His steady pace ceased as he turned around to face me.

"Yes, my lady, is there something you're missing? Perhaps you need salt or something to strengthen the flavor of your food?" He stood in place, arms carefully placed behind his back, standing up straight.

"Why did you react the way you did when Mrs. Lewis and James came over the other day? What I mean is- uh, why did you seem so- so mad about whatever James said? And I had a dream and there was a guy- a guy that looked just like you," Chase immediately stiffened, jaw clenched, eyes widened.

"Makayla I- no- I'm sorry," he bowed this time keeping his head towards the ground, his actions seeming out of the ordinary, "the thing is, I can't tell you why because although I know the answer myself, I've been told I am not supposed to tell you anything, that could possibly do worse than what I've already done. I'm sorry I just." He began to choke up and shut his mouth into a thin line. He had visibly begun to shake. Confusion enveloped my mind.

"What do you mean you aren't supposed to tell me anything? That you could do worse than you've already done?" Chase looked up at me immediately, his green eyes visibly fear stricken. He swallowed hard and stared at me, his usually calm facade broken for yet another time.

"Makayla I can't tell you, I'm sorry," He bowed yet again then turned towards the door, clearing his throat. "We'll continue this conversation another time. When you're ready to talk. I have many things to do, I must get them done," His voice had suddenly grown cold and I was left there in utter confusion.

"I'm ready to hear what you have to say now Chase," as he pulled the golden handle of the door open, he shot an icy stare back at me.

"Makayla, if I were to answer all of your questions now, they would break you." My eyes shot open in an instant. What the hell does he mean? With that he exited the room shutting the door a little too harshly behind him.

I was annoyed to say the least. I felt betrayed. My family was obviously doing the very thing I never thought they would. They were keeping something from me, however, I had no idea as to what it could be. And Chase, a man whom I'd never met before in my life seemed to be the key to every little thing I couldn't remember. But that key wouldn't lead me to my treasure, at least not now.

I ate my breakfast in silence, my head jumbled up with thoughts of what my parents could be hiding from me and the dream I had. The entire thing infuriated me. I decided that at some point I needed to talk to them and get to the bottom of this situation. I had absolutely no clue on how to bring it up though.