The Boy In My Dreams

Chapter Six: What?

I open my eyes looking up, but all I could see is blue. I close my eyes rubbing them, and then opening again. I try to get up, gravity not really in my favor. With all my might I make it to my feet. I look around my hair floating beside me. I start to walk, it felt like the earth is pushing me back and I had to fight against it. The more I walked the more easier it was with every step I took. Light started to flow through the blue and everything came to and end. Suddenly a huge beam of light strikes me in the eyes. I moan squinting my eyes. 

"Miss. Williams! Hurry up the fundraiser is happening soon!" My last name isn't Williams. Right? I brush my wet hair back looking over to a guy in the tux. He lets out a light sigh running over to me wrapping the towel around me. He hurries me towards this great mansion that is only a couple of yards away  from the great sea. "I have to stop letting you come out here whenever you want." He mumbles sunder his breath. His voice made me smile a little. 

We stop in front of these two huge doors and two guards open them. The guy lets go of me and into new arms of these two middle aged women wearing light pastel colored dresses and aprons tied around their waists. 

"Oh, what are we going to do about this wet hair?" One women asks twirling my hair in her fingers. I look over to her as they push me up a grand stair case with red carpet. They drag me to this huge door and when they open it up it is the size of a football field. I look around to see my bed is on some type of stage, and I have my own bathroom in the corner. I smile as I turn my head to a set of doors. Hung on the top of the doors is a purple lace gown. It was like watching my imagination come to life. Before I could walk over and drag my hands over the purple lace fabric I am pulled to a vanity. I sit down as one women starts to wash my hair and another women starts to lay out a bunch of makeup. Mostly the basics; eye shadow, blush, and a little mascara. 

"Oh Miss. Williams, I wish you wouldn't have went swimming." The women behind me says. "You like to bend the rules a lot. No?" I nod my head, I wanted to say something more, like how this life no longer fascinates me. I had the words all lined up, but I couldn't seem to get them out. "What is that word I am thinking about?" The women says snapping her fingers like somehow it would pop out. Rebel. That's the word. She is thinking about.

"Oh, it's rebel!" The other women answers after a few minutes. 

"Yes, you Miss. Williams are a shy rebel." She says pulling up a cold bucket of water and washing out all of the grains of sand that traveled into my hair. I nod my head, I could at least give them a slight reaction. The other women grabs a rag with soap on it and starts to clean my face. It felt nice, the cold water, it almost reminded me of the ocean. Then women doing my hair dries it with a rag. "Now, how should I do your hair? Up? Down?" She looks in the mirror at me. "Up it is." I smile, I don't really care. The women starts to paint on my face with all these different things. I can't be that ugly. My hair is pinned into a tight bun, not really my style, but the makeup is perfect, it almost looks natural. 

"Well?" The women ask's who did my makeup. I wanted to say how lovely I looked, and how they should be proud. But all I do is smile and nod. "Okay, now get dressed." I get up, still in my one piece bathing suit. I walk over to a divider and take off the swimsuit and slip on a corset. "Ready?" I nod my head, but then realize they couldn't see me.

"Ready." I manage to choke out. The women who did my hair steps beside my tightening my corset. Every time she pulled I had to hold onto the end of the divider to make sure I won't fall over. Why do women go through so much hell? We carry babies; we have to look nice or no one will love us; and we bleed every month. Wow, that is unladylike. Wait, but no one can hear me; I can say whatever I want. Shit. Bull shit. Crap. Motherfucker. 

When she is done I walk over to the other women as she slips the beautiful dress over my head. I look in the mirror, the dress was half a turtle neck and had long sleeves. The dress didn't pop out or anything, even though it was a little tight around the torso, but the rest just hung off. I smile looking at the beautiful sight, the dress was beyond amazing.

"Hurry up Miss. Williams, before the fundraiser ends!" I sprint out of the room walking down the staircase. No one seems to notice me, but why would they, the other women hear look spectacular with their big pink dresses. I walk past the women, barely making my way through the crowded house. I take a champagne glass off of a tray and walk over to the living room where a big chandler hung at the center of the ceiling. I am stopped by and old man in his early fifties. 

"Well, don't you look lovely." He says admiring the daring dress. I smile kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you father." Okay, I guess he's my father. He links arms with me walking toward a big group of men. 

"I want you to meet some people Paige." The group opens up and we walk in, completing the circle. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter Paige Williams." They look at me smiling, I smile back. And then my father starts to talk about work or something, and I look around the room. All the people here look so rich, and... Boring. But since I don't talk much and I am rich I guess they got a new edition to their club. I look to the other side as I lock eyes with a tall guy standing in the corner drinking his glass of champagne. I smile at him as he returns it. I look back at the crowd as my father looks over to me. I nod my head, and look back over to the corner but the guy left. "Thank you for your time Paige." He says detaching our arms, I look around the room. He is no where to be found. But then again I should have gotten a better look at him. I start to walk to the kitchen pouting. How lady like. I sit down in a chair leaning in on the kitchen island.

"What's wrong Miss. Williams?" A chef asks looking over to me. I look up shaking my head. I need to talk. So here goes nothing. 

"Just sick and tired of these benefit things." I say twirling the glass around on the table.

"Miss. Williams, from what I could tell, you have a pretty amazing life."

"Just because I have money doesn't mean my life is amazing." I say taking a bug gulp of the bubbly golden liquid. 

"Sorry Miss. Williams." I nod my head, he was right though, people would view my life as perfect, and so would I at their point of view. 

"I say this benefit is the best thing that has happened to me." I turn around to see the guy from the corner. I have no idea how I knew it was him. I just know, I guess.

"Yes?" I say standing up to face him. 

"Yeah, hey I got something to show you."

"But I just met you."

"So? Live a little Miss. Williams." He mocks. I smile as I walk with him out of the mansion. We walk through the forest that separated the mansion to the free sea. 

"What's your deal?" I ask crossing my arms.

"I don't know that question." He smiles, as if he didn't want to answer the question. God I love a mystery. "Take your shoes off." I scrunch my eyebrows at him as he bends down taking off his shoes.

"What?" I ask looking at him like he has gone insane. I heard these shoes are over three thousand dollars.

"Come on, it will be fun."  I have got to let go of the fancy life one way or another. So I take them off and cradle them in my arms. "What are you doing?" I look up as he eyes my heels.

"No way am I letting anything bad happen to them." She laughs a little under his breath. He throws his shoes in to he forest, and I watch them fly.

"Your turn." He says eyeing the sneakers. I laugh a little, but then I realize that he is being serious.

"No way."

"You need to let go, you are tied up." I swallow, he is right. I am attached to a pair of shoes. I throw them, they did't go as far as I liked but it felt nice to leave them. We start to walk over to the beach, the sand sinking between my toes. I pick up the dress as we step into the ocean water. 

"Don't you love this? The way the sand feels under your feet, and the wind in your hair?" I ask turning over to him, but he was already looking at me. He nods his head, I let go of my dress, the ends getting wet from the rush of the water. We don't exchange a lot of words but we watch the sun set together.