OK, so this is a new story I have been working on and I promise to try and update as soon as I can, ummm....I'm sure how good it is and I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes.
The songs for this chapter are: Ashley by Escape the Fate and Death by White Lies. I'm pretty sure I like Death as a theme song but I'll see how I go......they aren't fitted or anything, just songs I used as inspiration.....ANyway enough babble from moi. Enjoy!
Catherine Grace xxxx
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I sit under the old tree, leaning against the trunk; its rough bark jabs into my back and grazes my skin through my thin cotton shirt. The shadows of late afternoon fall across Zak's face, casting his bright eyes into darkness. A small smile plays across his lips. I breathe in his warm, familiar scent, scooting closer to him and resting my head on his muscular shoulder. Even near dark his aura is bright, gold flecks shining through the white light, the light of an angel's halo. It sends electric tingles through my body, like no other aura I have seen.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have you," I tell him and impossibly his aura gets brighter. "Zak, stop being so full of yourself, I saw that," I add, laughing. He joins in and my ears fall in love with the sound.
His laugh was what first drew me towards Zak. Ever since I was a child, I had been a messed up girl and was always frightened by other people's auras but then I started high school and I heard him. His laugh lifted my dying soul, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and then I saw his aura. I was so overwhelmed I fainted on the spot and woke up to see him sleeping in a chair across the room I had been taken to. We've been joined at the hip ever since and gradually he released me from my fear of other's auras.
Zak's aura wasn't the first I had seen. The first was when I was five years old, nearly eleven years ago. That aura scared me, it was so dark and cold, the only other aura that has had a physical effect on me. I still remember it like it was yesterday. It had been such a gloomy night, the winter fierce and merciless. Back then I couldn't see auras. I remember the knock on the door, thunderous bangs that shattered through the eerie silence of the night. My father had wondered down the hallway muttering to himself about the ridiculous time of night. I remember the sound his feet made as he stomped down the stairs, the floorboards creaking from the pressure. I remember how my father cried out in shock and then called for mother to come down immediately. I heard coughing and spluttering, I felt the fear rise in to my throat. I saw the shadow as my mum ran past my door. Creeping out of bed, I tiptoed to the edge of the stairs and peeked over the railing. I had to force myself not to cry out. A young man lay in my father's arms. Blood oozed from his open wounds, gashes crisscrossed his body, and his clothes barely clung together. He leant his head up to my father's ear and whispered something. My father's face turned white.
"You're thinking about it again," His voice wakes me from my reverie.
"Maybe," I reply. He curls his arm around me sighing and I lean closer into him. Just being in Zak's arms takes away the sting of the memory. I've decided that if he ever chose to leave me, then that pain would be worse than that night ten years ago. Zak disagrees, not only in the fact that he would ever leave me but also in the fact that I would be hurt so much more. He says I would eventually get over it and find a new love. Then he reassures me again that he could never leave me, that he will always be by my side. He joked that he wouldn't be able to run fast enough to get away from me. He had a bruise on his arm for a whole week.
I smile a small smile to myself as I remember how he had complained. I slide onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He smirks at me and wraps his arms around my waist, as I wrap mine around his neck. Very slowly, teasing him, I lean in. I see his eyes close and mine shut quickly after. Then our lips meet. My body tingles, as it does every time we touch, and I grab a fistful of his dark brown hair. I can feel him smiling in our kiss, I smile back. I stand up hastily and he moans, pulling out the puppy dog eyes. I laugh at him before turning and running down the steep hill, before he has a chance to stand up. I reach the bottom and turn to wait for him, grinning at him innocently, he comes crashing into me and we topple over into the soft grass. I scream and giggle, not sure whether I'm hurt or not. I stare into his ice blue eyes, mesmerised by the knowledge they hold.
"Now I've got you and I'm not going to let you go!" he announces, grabbing me around my waist and holding on tight. I laugh at him, staring intently into his piercing blue eyes. Then, out of know where, he is tickling me, actually tickling me, and laughing his head off as I screech at him.
"Zak! Stop it please," I giggle and struggle, twisting to get away from him, "Please! I surrender, Zak!" He is grinning like mad but my pleading doesn't stop him. I try tickling him back but his strong stomach and concentration on me prevent me. So then I kiss him. I can feel the surprise in the way his body freezes and I smile. I push him over so I lay on top of him and I continue to kiss him. His tongue traces my bottom lip and our breath mingles. I am still smiling when my phone interrupts us. I sit up and pull it from my back pocket, the caller ID is private.
"Hello?" I ask, laughing slightly as I try to dodge Zak who is still trying to tickle me.
"Does anyone know where you are?" a man's voice trickles through the phone line. My mood slightly fades.
"Sorry?" I reply. I start to feel the butterflies in my stomach, the lump in my throat.
"I said does anyone know where you are?" The man nearly shouts. Then I realise my answer. No, no-one knows where we are. Lie!
"Of course," I try to ignore the shake in my voice, praying the man believes me.
"I hate liars!" He screams on the other end. The line goes dead and my phone slips from my trembling hands.
I hate liars! I hate liars! The voice echoes through my head. I hate liars! I see the shadowed face of a man in a black, hooded cloak. He is shouting at my parents. I am curled in the corner of the room. My tears sting my wounds. My mother screams. I hate liars!
