The Dysfunctional

Chapter 16: Immobile Surprise

          I was woken up by the smell of eggs cooking on the stove. I could feel something heavy lift off of my chest. Was Finch sleeping on top of me? It must have been Clark cooking...  "Stella...Wake up. Clark made food," I could hear Finch speak to me in his tired, husky voice. Although I couldn't reply, I could hear him, and feel him. The way he caressed my face soon shifted to a soft shaking, then it grew stronger. "Stella! Come on. wake up you dork!" Why can't I move? I can hear, feel, and smell just fine... "She's probably just tired from last night Finch. When she gets like this, she won't wake up for another nine or ten hours. It's nine now, so she probably won't wake up until around  seven or eight P.M." Clark yelled from the kitchen. My throat burned for water, but I can't move. 

               It was at least noon or one now, and the camper's engine has started. I wonder where we're going...Soon, my body felt like it was on fire, rather than the usual cold I felt. I heard the bedroom door open, and the little feet softly thumped on the wooden floor. It soon stopped, and jumped up, landing on my bed. It's probably Sebastian, he's a lot heavier than Miss Pazzo. The only thing I could do was lay down and wait to move again.

        We had been driving for what felt like hours, and that's because we were. When we came to a definite stop, the bedroom door opened, and Sebastian jumped off the bed, making room for the familiar, but unknown presence to sit down. I could feel a soft hand touch my face, and glide down my cheek. At this moment, I knew it was him. Though I couldn't move, I could feel my face heat up, and my stomach turn. "Stella, I know you're technically awake, but we stopped where I used to live. I went to check on my family, but they took the same fate as your friend Jazmin. However, Clark and I made it out okay,"  Finch said, with sadness definite in his voice. I could feel tears stream down my face, as his were mixed with mine. He threw himself onto my immobile body, and I could feel my shirt grow wet with his tears. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hug him back. Then, he spoke once again. "You're all I have now Stella, and I took family for granted. Now I'll never get them back. Stella, I want to make up for what I did. I'm going to protect you, at any cause," I could hear him sniffle, but after that, there was a long pause. "When you wake up, I picked out a dress for you. I hope it fits you, and I want you to put it on, and meet me outside" He left a gentle kiss on my cheek as he walked out of the bedroom. A dress? why does he want me to wear a dress?  I pushed it aside, and decided to go with whatever his plan was.

                   I could once again sense the smell of food being cooked. It smelled really good too. It must be Clark cooking. She was an amazing cook, and whenever I stayed home from school, she would always bring me mackerel. It was cooked at the right heat, to the perfect crisp, the texture was always perfect. This time, it wasn't mackerel, but smelled more like a steak, cooked the way I liked it, blue, still mooing and delicious. Music could be heard from the outside as well, but I couldn't quite tell what the song was. 

               My eyes softly fluttered open. the small analog clock next to my bed read 7:34. I walked over to the small dresser to the dress laid across the top. It was a beautiful dress, and I tried it on. Looking in the full body mirror, I could see the beautiful dress on my reflection. It reached about mid-thigh, and was white, turning black at the bottom with an ombre effect.  The shoulder strap was a black lace, that wrapped around the dress, and onto the back. Next to the dresser, was a pair of black thigh-high socks, and a pair of red shiny flats. Since everything fit perfectly, I would assume Clark had helped with this. Looking outside of the larger bedroom mirror, white Christmas lights were strung all over, leading up to the small treehouse in the oak tree. Clark ran in, closing the blinds. "No peeking my dear! If you want to see, you have to wear this!" She held out a black blindfold, and we walked to the front door. "Fine, tie it on," I lately replied, moving my long, straight white to black hair. There was only about a foot and a half of black hair left. Tying it on, Clark escorted me outside, where the warm breeze met my skin. "The weather is weird here," I said out of thought. Clark gave no reply, but she sat me down, at what I'm guessing is a small bench.

        Not long after, I could feel someone else, rushing to the bench, and sitting down in front of me. "Glad you could wake up, Stella" Finch said in a cheery tone. Clark untied the cloth, almost falling in slow motion, as my eyes widened at the beautiful scenery that Finch and Clark had set up.

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A/N Happy to finally update again! this chapter was a little short, but I did the best I could. Please comment what you think of the story so far, and please be sure to vote! thank you! :3