The Sound of Their Presence

Chapter Thirty Six: Safety

A/N:

I reccomend always listening to the songs included in this story! My best freind is one of the regular readers of this story and has been unfamiliar with some of the songs. I played them for her and they gave a different perspective on certain scenes in the stoy than before. Just a recemendation! Thanks and enjoy! :D R and R please?

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Cheyenne's POV

     "Did you mean it?" I ask when we finish the song. 

     "What do you mean?" Shane asks, an eyebrow arched high.

     "How serious do you take the songs you sing?"

     "um . . ."

     "For example: When I sing, I feel the emotions expressed and am trying to express myself," I speak too hurried. Too breathlessly.

     "Yeah. That pretty much sums it up for me, too. Except for when I am just practicing and playing around."

    "Was that practice to you?" I ask critcally, knowing my eyes must appear phsycotically large and insane.

     "Yes," Shane looks into my eyes, and I suddenly find myself buried in his arms, breathing in his scent of the forest back 'home.' Crushed oak leaves and spruce. Pine saplings and moss . . .

     This time, when our lips meet, it is my doing, not Shane's.

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     "Where are we?" Shane asks, as we walk down a road near a smelly alley.

     "I have no idea! You were supposed to keep track!" A man sticks a knife into the side of Shane's face. Slits his throat, as I watch, helplessly, as another, larger man has my arms pinned behind my back. I am petrified, like wood, glued in place.

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     I awaken covered in cold sweat. Laid across Shane's lap in the back of the plane.

     "Where are we going?" I ask, trying to quit panting.

     "I already told you that it will be a surprise!" Shane laughs, before looking into my eyes and seeing the panic. Sighing, he finally admits, "Portugul. Why?"

     "I just needed to know." With a nod, Shane leans back into the black, stiff fabric of plane chairs again. "Thanks," and I turn my music back on, handing him an earbud, while managing to draw my legs to my chest on the edge of my seat. Shane wraps an arm around my shoulders, in attempt to comfort me before I wince when he breushes the make shift stitches on my back.

I let Mockingbird, filled with Eminem's words, fill my head:

Yeah 

I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now 

But hey, what daddy always tell you? 

Straighten up little soldier 

Stiffen up that upper lip 

What you crying about? 

You got me 

Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad 

When I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had 

I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh 

I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry 

Cuz you're scared, I ain't there? 

Daddy's with you in your prayers