The Strange Life Of Felix Grant

Chapter 26: The Morning After

I wake up my eyes opening with a slight pop, seeing my phone on it's charger. I realize two things the first is that I'm in my room, and the second is my right hand is no longer hurting. I sit up, and stand looking down at it. It is perfectly fine, not even the marks from my fight with the new guy are there. I shrug and say to myself.

"Maybe it was all a dream."

I walk around my bed to my bathroom, and flip on the light. I look into the mirror, and my heart stops. In the center of my chest, on a metal braided rope is the medallion I picked up in the tunnels last night. The memories come rushing back to me, and I rush into my room opening my blinds. Daylight rushes into my room momentarily blinding me. I dash to my phone to check the date. It says 9:00am Sunday, September 10th, and I sit back on the bed sighing loudly.

"Morning." Sierra's voice calls from behind me. I jump off my bed spinning as I do, while yelling.

"Ahh."

I land on the floor, and my head hits the dresser behind me.

"Jumpy today aren't we?" She asks as my eyes find hers. The memory of her landing on her shoulder rushes to my mind and I jump towards her, and rip the covers back. I am relieved to see that her injuries are gone as well. "Hey give those back." She hisses, and pulls me onto the bed. I pull the covers around us and make a cocoon around our bodies.

I kiss her softly twice before asking.

"Do you have any idea how we got here?"

"Not a clue, but I'm not about to get up until we have a talk."

"I figured that was coming, let me go lock my door."

"That would probably be best." She says as I get up and walk over to my door. I lock it and turn around. "The back of your shirt is done for."

I pull my shirt over my head and look at the back of it. There are scorch marks and tears all over it.

"Damn I liked this shirt." I say throwing it to the side and joining her on the bed. "Alright, what are we talking about?"

"Fang, this is going to be hard enough, I don't need you shirtless." She sighs. I place my hand on her face, and she yelps. I yank my hand away as she looks up at me. "I just wasn't expecting you to do that." She explains.

"We had a talk before we left, and we said we would continue when we got back. We're back, so let's talk, but I don't feel like putting on a shirt, just to take it off again."

"Are you saying?"

"I told you, we're just going to keep running into these situations until it happens. I'm not trying to rush anything, but I for one am tired of being frustrated with you. I love you, and that's all I want to feel towards you, other than the urge to protect you that is."

"Who are you? Ever since dinner last night you've just been right and ready to jump into bed, what happened?"

"Like I said, I'm tired of feeling frustration in the place of love. We've done some shitty things to each other, but I want to forget all of it. I want us to love each other, that and sex are not mutually exclusive I know, but our bodies need to learn that we are together, and nothing is going to change that."

"You took the words right out of my mouth. Fang, are you sure, you can't get this back no matter how much you may want to." She says looking at the bed mournfully.

"So long as it's with you, I'll throw it away with reckless abandon." I say cupping her face between my hands.

"There you go again, you knew what to say, just not how." She says smirking.