The Butterfly Room

Chapter 2

                  

Jax lay in his bed and tossed his cover off, not wanting to be hot anymore. He watched Abigail go to pour him some freshwater, smiling as she called him her butterfly. He looked up at the ceiling wondering what it was like outside of this place. Was it was nice as Abi always told him?

"Abi, someday when I am free, can we go capture butterflies? I want a pet butterfly. I mean, not to keep in a cage because no one likes being locked up. But what if we got a really really big house and made a butterfly room? We can decorate it just the same way the forest looks, and put little trees in it and stuff. Then we can let them fly around in the room. We can have a bunch of windows letting in the beautiful sunlight, and they can be free, but we can watch them. We can call it the butterfly room. Wouldn't that be nice?" he asked, his arms resting behind his head. His light blue eyes were lost deep in his thoughts. That was his dream. To be free and to make a butterfly room. Nothing more, nothing less.

"And it can be our house too. We can decorate our own rooms and everything. Wouldn't that be amazingly grand, Abi?" he turned his head and frowned as he watched his friend. He was sweating at this point, but didn't mind it. He had sweated a lot this week.

Actually, the blonde haired male had been sick this whole week. "Abigail?" he sat up and walked towards her, grabbing her hand, his brows furrowing. "Abi, you stopped talking. What's wrong with my Abi?" he whispered and pulled her to him, hugging her slender frame to his own. "Abi, did I make you sad? I don't like making you sad. I'm sorry. Please be happy. I like your smile, it makes me smile. Your smile reminds me of butterflies because its cute." he said as he looked down at her, being taller than her by at least a foot.

"Smile. Please?"

Abigail listened to his pleas, and shut her eyes as he held her in such a strong and warm embrace. How odd was it for her to be the one crying and for him to be the one to comfort her and hold her. She wrapped her dainty arms around Jax, her face burying into his clammy chest. She gave a soft whimper; every effort of her trying to hide her emotions right now was failing due to his words of worry.

"I am fine, Jaxy." She whispered, her British accent coming out broken and slow. How could she lie to him and try and hide all this pain when it was evident in her body language and voice?

Jax knew she was lying. But why? Why would Abigail lie to him? He had to make it better. He shuffled a bit and then sat back down on the cot of a bed he had in the small cell he called his room. He gently laid Abigail on the bed, and placed his body beside hers. He was careful not to roll over too much and accidentally hurt her. He could remember one time when he did and he had smashed her arm between her and the edge of the bed. That memory hurt his heart because he could see it so vividly. "Its gonna be okay, Abi. Its gonna be okay. I am gonna cuddle you now, and make all the sadness leave."

Abigail listened to Jax's sweet words fill her head and she shut her eyes. Her body slightly tensed when he wrapped his arms around her gingerly, stroking her hair like she did to him when he had trouble sleeping at night. She could feel herself relaxing while her cheek was slightly smashed against his chest. His heart beat was pounding in her ear like a soft lullaby.

Budabum...Budabum...Budabum

"Jax, you remember that night when I brought you some grapes that I had just picked from Mariah's Vineyard?" Abigail whispered to break to silence that had draped over them.

She looked up when she felt him shuffle a bit once more to look down at her. A giggle left her lips when she saw how bright Jax's eyes were and how his smile lit up his whole face.