Fairy Dust

~Chapter 19~

UNEDITED

They had been gone all night and I was still locked in Easton's room. I remained all dolled up with no where to go however I threw my shoes off and accidentally dented the wall. I managed to rummage around the room. There were boxers in the top left drawer of his burrow and socks in the one to the right. I stole a pair and pulled them on my chilled feet. In the center one, there was a box of unopened condoms and a few pieces of unopened mail.

I found his jeans and the tank tops that made his arms visible.

In his closet were more clothes and more shoes. More than I have ever owned in the entirety of my life. He was a man who liked nice things and made sure he has them; clearly.

I managed to watch one movie and three episodes of some scandalous show. Now I was bored. It was the dead of night and I was yearning for contact with others. I left another of the tv episodes to stream on the television as I flipped through a magazine labeled 'Sports Illustrated'. There were athletes mid kick or throw followed by an article.

My night finally shattered into something new when at 1:28 am I heard groaning from outside. I made my way to the window and below was a man all ripped up and groaning out in pain. Each time, my heart contracted and I found my eyes watering.

"Are you okay?" I whisper yelled to him. I only got a groan in pain for a response and I let a tear roll down my cheek. His pain was affecting my body, denying me any control whatsoever.

"Hello?" I had to get down there.

I removed my tiny bottle of fairy dust out of the garter on my leg and uncapped it. I then removed a pin from my hair, dipped it in, and then stuck my experiment in the door's key hole. I jingled it around and within seconds, the door become unlocked. I grabbed my dust, screwed the cap back on, stuck it back in my garter and exited my 'holding chamber'.

I tip-toed throughout the house trying not to get caught. When I made it to the front door, I breathed out heavily, threw the door open and ran over to the groaning man.

I knelt before him, not caring that my dress was bunching up at my waist, denying me any amount of modesty. His face was lashed, as was his body. Blood was seeping through his shirt and I knew then that I hated who ever did this to him. I caressed his face and looked at him. He was familiar looking and I was unsure why. His skin was much darker than my snowy complexion and his black hair was shaved down. Where did I know him from? He was not from our new home in Maine so he was either from Iona Gardens or my dreams. I couldn't pin point him. I continue do to tear up and let my tears fall. I tried to comfort him by holding his hand and telling him everything would be okay but nothing could stop his groaning or shaking.

And then he looked me dead in the eye.

Luken Barclay. His eyes were dark brown and in pain. "It's okay," I said frantically. "I'm getting help, Luken, I promise." I kissed him on his unharmed cheek and ran into the house. I ran to the second floor and to the second door on the right. I knocked lightly and rapidly to get the attention of the two male fairies that shared the room, Craig and Hayden. I asked them to quietly follow me outside and as their princess, the abided without questioning.
Luken was still crying in pain and I knelt beside him, "I'll save you". I had the guys pick him up and follow me back into the house. Luken didn't make a sound other than one or two groans as he was led to my room. They placed him in my bed.

I followed Craig and Hayden back to their room and once they were safely inside, I blew fairy dust onto their faces, making them forget what had just transpired.

It was my little secret.

I quietly made my way back to my room and shut the door. I looked at Luken who had quieted down and rummaged through my burrow. I grabbed my emergency large bottle of fairy dust and walked over to my door, charming it. I opened it and at the crease, I dusted the floor making it so that no one could enter without my permission. I then charmed the door knob, no one other than myself could open the door. It was a barrier.