Texas DayDream

Chapter Fifteen ~ Anywhere

The loud crack of a branch made me stop in my tracks and spin around. I didn't think anyone had followed me but then again I didn't really think about it when I was leaving.

Most of the ranches hands worked on the other side of the property. Nobody ever came over to where I was.

My brain was working on overtime now. Every single sound I heard was suspect. The sound of the wind blowing softly by my ear startled me. I jumped a little when an animal rustled some leaves and ran up a nearby tree. It had me spinning around on my feet in circles.

The woods trees were impossibly tall reaching higher then the sky. Their green leaves were bright in the mid morning sun. Another break had me spinning around again and coming face to face with my "stalker"

There he stood in just what he had on this morning at breakfast. A soft blue button up flannel shirt, light blue jeans that hung to his body in all the right places. He had a brown work boots and a firm line held his face impassive. His black hair was soft looking. He had that baby boy face. Isaac wasn't an ugly guy. What he was doing out here was a mystery but I was going to find out. I had a feeling he had questions and only I had the answers.

"Hey..Isaac.." I said turning around to begin walking again. Now that the threat of a bobcat wasn't possible might as well get to where I was going.

He fell in step with me.

"Why are you out here?" He asked me after a few moments of silence.

No, greeting, and right to the point. Just how I like my men. "to the point."

"Felt like a stroll." I reply looking over my shoulder at him. His expression hasn't changed much. I can't really tell if he's irate or depressed. His face gives away nothing.

"Felt, like...a Stroll." He repeats rolling it around his tongue. "Why are you lying?"

We walk for a bit longer before we make it to the spot I've been claiming as my own for months. I climb up the tree truck that's fallen and sit down on it. I take my bag off and set it beside me. I picked up the bit of wood I had been craving into for a few weeks and grabbed my knife from inside my bag.

Isaac was standing below me at the ground level looking up at me. He was waiting for me to answer him I guess. When I didn't for a good while he started to climb up the tree and sat on the other side of me. He was facing me now. The guilt I felt for knowing what he really wanted me to tell him wasn't that high but I mean I had a conscience it wasn't like I never had a voice inside my head telling me what was right a wrong I just didn't always listen to the bitch. This bitch was playing me like a violin.

Tell him...he deserves to know.

Don't tell him.. then you'll end up having to do chores again

You're a sick evil bitch if you don't tell him just because you don't want to clean up.

Shut up slut, We don't clean up shit.

You shut up Whore!

Alright alright!

Isaac watched me for a while longer before he thought maybe he should repeat himself.

"Why are you lying?" he said again, this time his words were harsher and more precise.

I looked up at him from my spot on the trunk I took my knife and stabbed it into the trunk before me and held his gaze. I sighed loudly.

"I'm not lying." I reply his eyes narrow into slits.

"Yes you are." He demands.

"No, I'm not." I said holding his eyes with a cold glare.