Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 15

NYSSA: I awaken 15 minutes before I am due to rise and notice that Sara is not laying next to me. Where has she gone?

I quietly stand from the bed, put on my silk robe, and start to walk around my rooms searching for her. I finally find her sitting on a rug in the washroom.

"Sara?"

She looks up at me with distraught eyes. "I..." is all she says.

I kneel down to her. "Sara, what's wrong?"

"I couldn't sleep..." she says looking down at the floor.

"Did you have another nightmare?"

A tear runs down her face but she swiftly wipes it away.

"Sara, is everything alright?"

She sniffles. "My friend...he's...dead. I miss him...I miss my family."

I stare at her not knowing what to say to comfort her. I've never cared for anyone so much that I actually missed them. I can't relate to her in this situation.

I stroke her face. "I know. And I'm sorry. I will be constantly plagued by the guilt of bringing you here. I know that I am no where near as good as your family and friends but I vow to try to make you feel at home here."

She falls into my arms and she buries her face into my chest.

I don't know what to do. It pains me to see her so broken up like this and it pains me even more that I can't help her. I try to think of something to say that will make her feel better.

I hold her and stroke her hair. "What if after your basic training is completed and when you are going on missions with me, we stop by your city and check up on your family? Would you like that?"

She pulls from me and looks in my eyes. "We can do that?"

Well, the answer is technically no. League members aren't allowed to be in contact with anyone from their pasts. I don't want to be untruthful to her but she cannot be in this state when we train today...

"I'll do it for you," I say.

She smiles a bit and calms down. "Thank you."

I smile and kiss her forehead. "Now, shall we eat breakfast?"

"Mhm."

I stand up and pull her up with me. We walk to the table where she sits and I venture off into my cupboards for food.

SARA: I don't know what came over me. I was fine, happy even. But I had a dream about Oliver and after that I couldn't sleep. All I could do was cry.

I miss him. I miss my dad and Laurel. Oh, Laurel. She probably hates me for doing what I did to her. I shouldn't have gone with Oliver on that stupid boat. I don't know what I was thinking having that stupid fling with my sister's boyfriend. I was stupid to think that he loved me. He belonged to Laurel, and now she doesn't ever get to see him again because of my dumb ass. If I had any sense back then, none of this would've happened. Oliver even said that he wouldn't have gone on that boat trip if I didn't come with. We would both be alive and safe back home if I wasn't such a goddamn idiot.

And now Oliver is dead and I would be dead, too, but I was lucky. I was lucky to have been rescued. Even though I was taken to a secret organization of trained murderers, I'm still alive. I shouldn't be, but I am.

And I've found love here. Nyssa is so perfect. How am I so blessed with all of this when I'm the whore who fooled around with my sister's guy and got him killed? I don't deserve Nyssa, but yet she loves me still. I don't deserve her love. I should've just died on the island...

I snap out of my daze when Nyssa places my plate of food on the table in front of me.

She looks at me concerned. "Are you certain that you are alright? I implore you to share with me everything your mind ponders. I am here for you, Belovèd."

"I'm okay, Nys. I promise," I say forcing out a smile.

I don't think she believes me, but she nods anyways and sits to eat across from me.

We eat in silence for a bit. She is so sweet for wanting to comfort me but some things I just want to keep to myself...

She breaks the silence. "You are to move into your official living quarters today. Your room is in the East Wing."

The thought of leaving Nyssa's fancy living quarters makes me kind of sad.

"What if I don't want to live in my own quarters?..." I say staring at my food.

"What do you mean?"

"I like being in here...with you."

She sighs. "Sara you must go. We cannot be having people know about us."

"Why not? It's not hurting anyone."

She takes my hand across the table. "Sara, I am not supposed to fall in love. I am not supposed to care for anyone, because caring for someone makes them an asset...a weakness. My father made it very clear when I was younger that he would have me cleansed and tortured if I were to ever have feelings for anyone. Heirs to the Demon cannot have any emotional ties. But Sara, I do have them...I have them towards you, and I fear what my father's wrath will bring upon either of us if he were to learn of my love for you. He would surely kill you for holding my heart...so please, my love, you must try to keep it secret."

I sigh. "So we can't sleep together? I like sleeping with you..."

She sighs again. "I'm not sure we could slumber together every night. However, if we are caught, it would be simple to just say that you are a mere lover in my bed chambers rather than my Belovèd."

"Lover as in someone you have sex with? Your father wouldn't kill me for that?"

"No. My father cares not if I share my body with others. He cares if I share my heart."

"So have you 'shared your body' with many people then?" I ask a little jealous.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'many' people."

"Then how many would you say?"

She scoffs. "Why is it you've suddenly become interested in how many lovers I've taken? I have not asked you about your sexual endeavors."

"I don't know. I'm just curious."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I may have had sex with perhaps a dozen different people but none of them even matter because I've only made love with you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Sex is just sex, Sara, but I've shared more than just my body with you. I've shared my heart and my soul with you, and those are only for you."

I look right into her fierce eyes. "You are perfect, Nyssa al Ghul. How are you so perfect?"

She scoffs. "Please, Sara. Don't use 'perfect' as a way to describe me. No one is perfect, especially me."

"You are to me," I say smiling. 

"Well, you say this now, but I fear your opinion will change throughout your time here."

"It won't," I say seriously.

She sighs. "Enough of this talk. Are you finished with your meal?"

"Mhm. It was delicious, thank you."

She takes the plates and washes them up as I stare at her.

She is something out of a fantasy. So gorgeous, so kind, so strong, so talented, so caring. I don't care what she says, I see her for who she is through her tough exterior. She's perfect.