Transparent Dreams

Chapter 6

~If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about you more~

Life is weird and stupid. No, I'm not realizing this now. I've had this realization a few years ago, I'm just stunned at the fact that my life still has the ability to turn more weird and stupid.

My head was pounding by the amount of confusion going on in my life. When did my life become a soap opera? Right, when I agreed to come over here. 

"So you mean to tell me that this is your cabin?" I asked Claire, surprised. 

"Uh huh," she nodded her head, her gaze locked at me.

I took a sharp intake of breath and closed my eyes, allowing my brain to give it some time to process all the things happening around me. I still couldn't believe that this was that hot stranger's company. Uh no, not hot. Add to that the fact that Claire somehow seemed to know him. I was more shocked when he asked her to take the lead for today and assign everyone their jobs. 

After he left, Claire told everyone to take a five minute break and took me to this cabin, where right now I'm sitting and thinking if anyone would notice if I just quickly ran from here. Shoving that tempting thought at the back of my head, I opened my eyes and took a look around. 

The cabin was not too large, but it was enough to hold fifty people in it. The gates were wooden and I think sound proof too because I couldn't hear anything happening outside. There was a big table in the middle of the cabin, on which many files were stocked neatly. There was a chair on other side of the table, behind which there was a glass window. I looked to my right and saw a huge bookshelf which held many more different files. I was getting a headache by looking at these blue and white colored files, so I turned my head to the right and saw a door which probably lead to the washroom.

"I don't understand," I told Claire, moving my chair to turn toward her and propping my elbows on the table.

She sighed but nodded. "I know this is too much for you, but just listen okay? Don't jump to any conclusions. I'm gonna tell you just a little about this but enough to steer some of your confusion away."

"Why just little? I have the right to know everything and you're going to tell me just that." I frowned. What was up with her? Why was she acting so weird? 

"June, please try and understand. I can't tell you everything right now. Either take whatever I'm going to say or just forget about this thing altogether," she said leaning back on her chair, running a hand over her face.

"Oh no no no no no, I can't forget about this," I stood up, annoyed at the way she was acting. Why won't she just tell me already, whatever this thing was? I just can't handle this anymore.

"Fine," I slumped back down on the seat, "I'll take whatever you wanna reveal, but please don't tell me to forget about it because you know I can't."

She straightened her pose and leaned forward toward me, a nervous glint in her eyes. Well, this did nothing to calm my nerves.

"Okay, just listen carefully" She said, a wary look in her eyes.

I let out a nervous laughter, this time sounding like a cat dying. Why do my nervous laughs hint at animal abuse? Looking at the way Claire was gazing at me right now made me want to flee away from her because I somehow knew that this wasn't going to be good.

"Uh," I cleared my throat, "yeah, go on," I urged her.

"I'm just a little nervous about this thing because I've never told anyone about this and I want you to keep it a secret," she stood up and moved around the table to the chair beside me and sitting on it.