Captured

Chapter Eight

Captured Chapter Eight

     Avaele woke up, feeling warmth next to her. She opened her eyes to be facing Christopher's chest, with the blanket around him. His left arm was draped cross her, holding her. 'That's his hurt arm.' she thought to herslef. Then she realized how close she was to him, and blushed.

     Avaele slowly removed his arm and sat up, looking down at Christopher, and his chest moving up and down. She put her hand on his good arm, shaking it gently, trying to wake him up.

      His eyes opened, and he groaned. "Goodmorning sleepy-head." Avaele teased. Christopher immediately got up and walked towards his shirt and tried to put it on, but it hurt his arm too much. Avaele got up and rushed over to him. She put his shirt over his head and she slipped his sleeve onto his hurt arm, and he put his good arm in the other sleeve.

      "Thanks." he said. He took out a pocket knife from his bag and grabbed Avaele's wrists. "Will you run away." he asked. "No." she said, not able to say anything else. Christopher cut the ropes off of her wrists and stared at them. They were red and raw. "I'm so sorry about your wrists." he said. "No, it's okay." she replied, pulling her sleeves up to cover them.

     Avaele rolled up the sleeping bag and started to stuff it into the messanger bag, but she spotted something made of blue fabric, and pulled it out. She gasped when she saw that it was a dress. "What is this for?" she asked Christopher, with a smile. "Oh, you found it? It was supposed to be a suprise." he said. He sounded dissapoined.

     "Oh, sorry. I'llput it back and act suprised later." she stated. "Okay, it's time to get going." he flung the bag over his shoulder and started walking. Avaele walked lazily behind. "You know you have to keep up." Christopher announced.

      "Mmm hmm." she answered. Christopher turned around and walked up to her. "You're staying right where I can see you." he said. When she didn't answer, he took her small  hand in his, and continued walking. Avaele blushed, and tried to slip her hand away, but Christopher held on tighter. She fell into step with him, and they walked silently, hand in hand.