Trapped in The Happiest Place on Earth

Eight

Author’s Note: If you’re a regular reader than you may notice that I have combined the old chapter eight with seven; however, please read from where I left off, on page 4 or so from where Mickey and Dastan leave Italy. I have added  quite a few paragraphs that are important to the story. Also, this is a very exciting chapter! Action- Woo! Romance- Yay! And that little touch of Disney Magic- where can you go wrong? (Don’t comment. Lol) Enjoy and thanks for reading!

Eight

“I can’t believe you!” I yell.

Dastan looks at me like he has no idea what I mean.

“You put them under didn’t you?” I say.

He shakes his head not knowing what to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mickey.” He says oh so innocently.

“The fairy and you,” I scream. “What did you do to them?” I ask. “What did you do to my family? If they were fine, they would have come after me. They would be searching for me, but I haven’t heard anything!” I say hysterically.

Dastan looks at me like I’ve gone insane

 “I thought about it all morning, and it makes complete sense.” I continue. “You would have had to do something to make them be so mute and calm about all this. Their only daughter is gone. Kidnapped.” I explain, yelling in his face. “For all they know, I’ve been taken away by some creep who has just gotten out of five years prison!” I yell. “I know my mom,” I say. “She freaks out when I go out of seeing view at the grocery store,”  I grit my teeth. “She would be on top of this the minute she realized I was gone. What. Did you do to them?” I ask, concluding my time to talk and allowing him to explain himself.

“Mickey, I don’t know.” He says calmly. “I’m in charge of you, and only you.  I have no idea where your family is or if whatever you think we did to them is real, but I highly doubt it is.” He says holding my arms down to my sides. I’ve been hitting his chest with my fists and I guess it’s not the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Well then call her.” I say crossing my arms, stepping away from him. “Wave your own fancy, little, magic wand and get that thing here right now.” I demand, meaning the Fairy.

He sighs. “I can’t just call her like that.” He says agitated.

“Of course you can’t,” I reply sarcastically, adding air quotes on the word can’t.

“I’m serious,” He says. “I would, but she just doesn’t come like that. She has to be needed.” He exclaims.

I nod like this is totally logical and then burst like a firecracker. “She is needed!” I scream.

 “Evidently not as much as you realize.” He says all professor like.

“Whatever!” I yell in his face. I go into the bathroom to cool off and ten minutes later walk out and sit on the bed combing my hair.

“Are you ready now?” Dastan asks cowardly from the corner of the room.

I look at him and lay the comb down. I never realized how young he looks until now. He’s probably nineteen or so, but he’s so serious that he looks older, maybe twenty or so. His light brown eyes peer into mine and I suddenly feel guilty about yelling at him so much.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I say reluctantly.

He clasps his hands. “It’s okay.” He says. I sigh at the gesture and clasp my own.

“Which park today?” I ask.

He sits on the corner of the bed. “I was thinking the Animal Kingdom.” He says. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” I say, allowing him to help me up.

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The rest of the week goes by slowly and uneventfully. Dastan leads me around the parks, and eventually back to the castle every night where he leaves me to myself.

Everyday Dastan arrives at five o’clock in the morning to take me to a new park. We ride and walk through Expedition Everest in the Animal Kingdom, and The Great Movie Ride in Hollywood Studios, over and over again until I’m positive that I know more about the them than the actual Imagineers do that designed and built them. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Dastan says one night after Magic Kingdom.

“Don’t you get a day off?” I ask rubbing my eye. It had been a long day at Splash Mountain, and I was worn out by the Song of the South.

“Not with you,” He says.

I’m too tired to wonder what he means, and close the door. Room service delivers my dinners and tonight a large cheese pizza from Tony’s lies on my bed. It’s so big, there’s no way I’ll be able to eat it by myself.

I run to the door.

“Dastan!” I yell down the hall.

He comes around the corner yawning and looks at me bewildered.

“What?” He says.

“Hungry?” I ask holding up the pizza.

He squints his eyes as if he doesn’t believe me, but comes inside anyway.

After one cheese pizza and two Chip and Dale cartoons later Dastan is at the door ready to leave.

“Thanks,” He says. “That was fun.”

I smile. “More fun than the mad tea cups?” I ask hopefully.

“Almost,” He says showing his own smile. I make a disappointed expression and he laughs.

“See you in the morning,” I say.

“See you.”

I stand at the door frame watching him leave until I can’t see him anymore.

That wasn’t too bad, I think before going to sleep.