Incarcerate

Entry Twelve

Entry Twelve

05-08-2012

Shay comes everyday to visit; sometimes with a plastic full of groceries containing a smuggled chocolate bar or two, or just with the excuse of checking on me. In this really short period of five days, we have become sort of companions or friends, I’m not sure what exactly we are but all I know is that we have settled into something very comfortable. Sometimes he even lies with me at night and when I’m in his arms, the nightmares stay at bay.

Ever since the kiss, my lips yearn to be touched by his gorgeous soft ones, and even though I have stopped resisting my growing affection for him, I’m not going to kiss him again unless he does.

Anyway, today he came into my room with a very different aura. I could practically picture wheels turning in his head just by the way his eyes were hooded in thought. He moved in auto-pilot as his head reeled with ideas and thoughts unknown to me at that moment. Curiosity got the better of me, though, now I admit that ignorance is bliss.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, painfully hoisting my healing body on the small counter. A small grunt escaped my lips and within a nanosecond, Shay was carefully supporting me up. Our eyes locked for the millionth time that week and I swear, I felt a surge of current pass through us.

“You should be more careful, Aalia,” he murmured as he let his gaze drop, breaking the spellbound moment that we shared. I let out a defeated sigh, it’s always like this. I let the little tug of hurt go unnoticed and I resumed with my question, I had to know.

“So, what are you thinking?” I asked again.

“I…” he trailed off, his back a little rigid as he held the spatula a little too forcefully. His thumb was twitching and his left shoulder gave the slightest jolt, which usually happened when he was nervous. I smiled at the thought of how fascinating these little details about him are to me, they never cease to mesmerize me.

“Hey, it’s ok Shay, I was just curious,” I shrugged with a smile. He closed the stove and put the spatula down. He turned to me, with his enchanting gray eyes soft, a look I love to think is only for me.

“Do you know when the auction is?” He asked.

The word ‘auction’ made a chain of tremors run down my spine. It made me feel like an object, like a painting or piece of jewelry that a price tag could be hung on. I just shook my head to indicate that I didn’t know.

“ It’s on the 15th of September, Aalia, and it ends on the 19th,” he stated, with his thoughtful gaze back in action.

I looked intently on my dangling feet. I hate thinking about what might become of me when I’m sold; I know Shay said he’d get me out of here but the probability of success just shrank every time I thought of it, if we couldn’t get away with a sneak into Grace’s room then a runaway seemed pretty impossible. I kept quiet and waited for Shay to continue.

“We have to get out Aalia, and I may just know how,” he said, his eyes boring into me but I could tell that the plan wasn’t as fool proof as Shay was making it sound because his shoulder was still giving those small, almost insignificant jerks.

“What about Grace?” was all I muttered, it only hit me too late that it was a very burdening question because already Shay was planning a suicidal plan and burdening him with Grace as well was just not acceptable. My heart lurched painfully as I prepared what to say next.

“No…never mind…I didn’t mean…” I stuttered as I forced myself to tell him that Grace could stay here. He marched towards me in a few large strides. He took my face between his hands and forced me to look into his eyes.