Composer... (Complete)

Chapter 6

A/N: Upload 1/2! Am done writing this story theres only 1 chapter left, which I will be uploading after this. So enjoy

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Chapter 6

Months passed and I began to make real progress with my therapy. Devon laid beside me every night. But during the day he stayed mostly away trying to keep up the appearance of being a normal couple. Coming over to pick me up to go on ‘dates‘, we even had a few more meals at the truck stop.

I figured most people would get used to seeing us together but really it only made them distance themselves from me and my family. My mother was angry that they would be so closed minded. However my father agreed with them.

"I'm sorry." Devon said trailing his finger up my arm lying next to me one night.

I turned over onto my back and looked up at him. He was so beautiful I couldn't fathom how anyone couldn't see it. His fully golden eyes, his hair, his body and more importantly his soul. "You have nothing to be sorry for." His lips turned up as he leaned down. Then a knock startled me.

"Casey honey are you awake?" My father bellowed. If I was, he would have woken me. I nearly jumped out of bed forgetting how wobbly I was. Devon was there to steady me. I looked panicked but he only shook his head. In an instant the door to the balcony opened letting in the frigid air and was closed just as fast. I shivered then sat back down. "Casey!" He bellowed again.

"Come in dad." I said trying to sound annoyed which was easy, because I was. He made Devon go away even if it was only for a moment. His absence was like torture. The more I was with him the more I wanted to be. When the door opened I sat and rubbed my eyes like he'd woken me up.

"Sorry did I wake you?" He asked though it was clear he didn't care.

I shrugged. "I wasn't completely asleep." Not a total lie. In Devon's arms I slept better than I ever had. "Did you just get home from work?"

"Yep. And as I was driving home I got thinking. I know you're not planning on going to college for a while after what happened." Or ever but I wasn't going to say that. "But since you're getting your mobility back, well I thought you could come to work at the mine."

"Really? Doing what?"

"Well Emma and Bob are getting married so..."

"Wait what?" I interrupted completely thrown for a loop. "Bob and Emma?" Emma Johnson, a native woman who worked as a secretary in the mine. I only vaguely knew her and didn't know at all that Bob was dating her, let alone serious enough for marriage.

My father smiled guiltily. "I know that you haven't really been talking to Bob lately since you and that Devon guy began going out." There it was yet again his obvious disapproval of Devon. It wasn't that I didn't understand. There was a feeling you got around Devon, but it seemed to effect me differently than it did other people. Everyone else seemed to feel the predator in him whereas I only felt drawn to him. Like he was my destiny. Something I'd been thinking about lately. "So do you want to?" He pressed gently.

I sighed thinking about it. Hours at the mine were long meaning my daylight time with Devon would be cut short. Which was exactly what he had in mind I was sure. But by the look in my father's eyes I knew he also wanted to spend more time with me. If life was ever going to continue I would have to get a job. I couldn't just sit around spending time with Devon. (Though that sounded like a wonderful way to live.) "Alright I guess. I'll give it a try."

He patted my leg and got up. "Then we'll go together tomorrow and get the papers signed."

I smiled even though I wasn't sure I was happy or not. "Ok. See you tomorrow then. Maybe I‘ll see Emma so I can congratulate her."