Dance of Ciprahn

Chapter Twenty-Two: Cass

bad. I lost my temper and started punching it. Look at this. I've made a mess of this room. And of things with T. And my life. Are they seriously going to kill me? For what? For falling in love with T? Screw that! Screw this backward messed up violent country! I just want to go back to the way things used to be. My sad, safe little boring life in New Mexico. No princes, duchesses, kingdoms, danger and death. Safely tucked away in my covers with a good book and my doggie on a lazy rainy day... I miss my friends! Gloria and Jo and...well that is pretty much all my friends but I miss them so much! Ah no. I'm crying again. I didn't think I had anything left. 

Where that guy pistol whipped me is really hurting I think I need a doctor. God I'm getting dizzy. I'm really thirsty and I don't remember the last time I ate. I hate that witch! How dare she! I wish I could strangle her with my own bare hands! I know she was making him say those awful things! He would never say those things! Would he? He loves me! I know he does! Does he? What if he was just toying with you? If he were a good actor you would never know. He does it all the time. He has to in his political world. To survive. Maybe you really didn't mean anything at all to him. He probably does this to girls all the time. He — SHUT UP! SHADDUP, SHADDUP, SHADDUP! I clench my hands into my temples feeling my body shuddering. I pull my knees to my chest and start crying, totally used up. I haven't cried this hard in years, maybe ever. 

Finally after what seems like hours I breathe deeply and try to calm down. I rummage around the room for about half an hour but don't see anything too promising. This room is different from the others. Not so opulent. It's plain and functional like a servant's quarters. Figures. If they're going to execute me soon they probably don't want me living the high life. Couldn't they have left me a bottle of wine? A nice glass of pity chardonnay? God I would give anything for a martini right about now. I still have the sharpened stake. If I was going to go down I could at least take someone down with me. OW! I clench my heart. They say in your heart there are little tendons that help keep it rigid and maintain its form. They say that sometimes when you go through great emotional distress those little springy tendons snap and your heart loses its shape. You can literally die of a broken heart. Screw love! Look what it's gotten me. 

And oh God it hurts so bad! I've never felt this bad. I feel like a surgeon has taken a scalpel to my heart and left mid-surgery. Someone just reached in there with a red hot poker and scrambled it about a good bit. I don't know if I'm ever going to get over this. Might as well die. I felt like I already did in there when he said... those things. I sit and stand. Lay down and pace. I fidget and scream. I cry and remain pensive. I lose all sense of time in the room. I think that night is coming since it's not as light outside. Then I start to panic. Oh my God they're going to kill me! What the hell! I'm going to be executed! My life is ending! I wonder how they'll do it? I think civilized countries do lethal injection. Many countries don't even have death penalties! What is this? I'm going to die like some criminal! Even worse than a criminal, at least they hopefully get a fair trial. I have a suspicion they'll just drag me somewhere and unceremoniously dump me into some mass grave of dissidents... CLANK! My eyes shoot to the door. 

Crap! Someone's coming. No! No! No! Stupid! You didn't prepare at all! I grab at the stake and run behind the door just before it starts to open. I suck in a gasp of air, wait for one second and swing with the stake with all my might. Unfortunately I lose my balance mid-swing and much of the power sputters out and I trip to the floor. I felt it connect with someone on the very tip. I spin around like a thunderclap to face my assailant. "Ouch! What the hell? Cass?..." My heart drops and I do a double take. T? I stare at him in bewilderment then in horror. I tried smacking him in the face with the stake! With the sharpened end! I glance at the floor and relief washes over me. I swung with the blunt end. Thank God! I'm kind of a dummy but at least this time it worked out in my favor. And losing my balance had taken much of the force out of the swing thankfully. 

Without thinking I reach out to him. Sunlight fills my soul. I can't contain the smile on my face or control myself. My soul reaches out to its other half like a magnet. I hug him so hard he can't breathe. When I finally let go I grab him and give him a kiss he won't soon forget. Then my paranoia sets in then I push him away angrily. Was he here to execute me himself? Could those words have been true? He feels nothing towards me at all? Seeing the look on my face he must have sensed what I was thinking. "She made me say it! All of it! It was all lies! I do love you! And I always will. I — look I'll explain everything later we need to leave!" As if on cue sirens begin blaring. I look at him alarmed. He shrugs and grins mischievously. 

My heart flutters. Damn him! He takes my hand and we take off running along with some guards who are apparently helping him. We crouch low under the cover of trees and shrubs in the night. The coolness of night nips at our noses and I can see my breath as I breathe. My feet are starting to get tired and I am winded. T even more so. I place his arm around my shoulder and half carry him as we continue running. He had lived a pampered life indeed. I smile. It was kind of cute how helpless he was actually. He was my damsel in distress it seems. I am the knight in shining armor that would slay the dragon and rescue him.