Crazy is the Name of My Game

(21) Memories and Dreams

^ Thanks for the suggestion. Their songs are pretty cool. (smiles) For that, I dedicate this chapter to you.

 Erica Santos

I was aware that I had fallen asleep. I was weary from all the drama I have been experiencing. Too much. And I was sure as hell that I needed a break. Sleep could offer me at least some peace, if not solace. I had to sort out my thoughts, had to take a time-off to pull myself together. Maybe when I wake up, I will feel better.

If only I knew that sleep is no escape, I shouldn’t have dozed off. Why? Because even in my dreams, the black cat won’t leave me alone.

Len was staring at me with a breath-taking smile on his face, his green eyes bright with enthusiasm that never once had I seen on him. His brownish blonde hair fell in wavy locks just above his beautiful eyes, making his gaze looked more hypnotizing.  It was more than enough to make girls weak on their knees.

And it was wrong.

He was half-naked beside me with both his feet under water, his hand holding mine firmly while we sat in the rocky banks of the huge freshwater stream. My eyes couldn’t stop staring at his tanned skin and hard marbled chest. I mean, I didn’t drool, but this too was wrong. I didn’t remember Len being this tan. His color was more like honeyed than brown. And his body didn’t look as buff as this… his muscles were not this prominent…  Not to mention that his current face had lost all its boyish features…

“I am starving,” he announced in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. “It is about time we head back.”

This surprised me. He was not speaking in English, but I understood his words without a hitch. I was about to ask him where we are when I heard soft laughter behind me.

“Fish,” a female voice said in a purr, “I want to eat fish. Get me some and then we will return.”

I turned around to see a smiling exotic beauty with luscious black hair and tantalizing almond-shaped eyes. She was wearing nothing but a white-washed woven cloth around her chest and waist, stitched into place by what appeared to be corn fibers. Her rich brown skin made her look like a bronzed doll, and by the way she stood with grace and elegance, I couldn’t help but admire her.

“There is dried meat in the hut. Not much of a feast, but that will do,” Len commented with a small pleading smile. The woman tilted her head, studying us with narrowed eyes.

Hmm, she looked kinda ethnic. Tattoos covered the parts of her skin exposed, which was a lot, and half of her face was painted blue, making her looked both fierce and inhuman. Yet, she was beautiful. And she was smiling sweetly.

The woman tossed a spear to the uncoordinated Len. This caused me to shriek, let go of his hand and fall into the stream. Great! I'm soaking wet! She's gonna pay my teddy bear lawyer for this!

I swam back to the banks and pulled myself up, glaring at the two, only to realize none of them were paying any attention to me.

“Three tilapias will be fine for me. I will dig us a couple of sweet potatoes, in return.”

Len scowled. “No, wild boar meat is fine.”

“I want fish.”

“Then catch it yourself.”

She raised a brow. “And why should I? Until you pay your debt, you are my slave.”