One Rose

A Fast Relationship

“You mean what happened two nights ago?” Jacob corrected me, pulling a strand of black hair from my face. His eyes searched me, full of concern and worry.

       “Two nights ago,” The words blended in with the silence that echoed the room. “I was pasted out for two whole days?”

       Jacob shot a worried look to Meg. She was too busy into her coffee to notice him look at her. “Yes, Caleb found you past out on the boats deck. We just thought you were tired but you were asleep for two whole days. What happened?”

       I rested my head on his shoulder and traced my finger over the muscles on his chest. The coldness from his body spread through my head causing my headache to fade. Weariness smacked me as I realized how tired I really was. It had been forever since I could rest peacefully, and not be troubled with the roaring monster of a nightmare. My mouth fumbled with the words to say about what happened that night. After I finished explaining a look crossed over his face, disbelief. Did he think I was making it up?

       “It was probably a dream Willow. You must have been really tired, and just past out on the deck. Be careful next time. It was thirty-minutes before sunrise, next time you might not wake up.” His shoulders and chest tensed as he finished.

       There was a silence before Meg decided to break it. “Speaking of Caleb, why in the world did I wake up beside him?” She focused a look of death right at her brother.

       “We told him that since you were knocked out he could have his way with you.” Jacob’s voice was durable, his face grew serious.

       Meg turned pale, and colored flushed her cheeks-something that can no longer happen to me. She was about to speak when Caleb walked through the door. “Yeah, you should have seen me banging her dead like body all over the place.” He rolled his eyes and made his way to a black chair seated by Meg. “No, you kept having those witch attacks. I guess witches get visions that cause them to freak out.”  

       Meg turned to Caleb wide-eyed. “You were around me during one of my anxiety attacks?”

       “Around you, more like right beside you holding you through every twist and turn. You punched my in the face, twice.” He pointed to the swelling on his bottom lip. Meg ran her finger over the swelling. Whispering something slightly as Caleb stared blankly at her. Slowly the swelling in his lip went down, disappearing as if it never happened. Meg turned her head as if she was embarrassed. She stared down at her knees which were covered by a thin navy dress. “No one has ever been in the same room as me when that happens. Well, no one can be, it’s not recommended because I’m not myself when something like that happens. I could have killed you. Thank you, though.”

       Caleb touched his lip as if missing the feeling of Meg’s hand there. “You’re welcome, and thank you for healing me.” He stood and walked to the front of the caption’s room were a huge glass window was placed. Just beyond that glass, on the center of a white island, stood a high built mansion that barely gleamed under the stars.

       “There she is,” Whispered Caleb. His hands gripped the desk that guarded the front of the window.

Jacob led the boat to the island’s shore. Fifteen minutes pasted before we could load the car off the dock. It rolled into the crystallized sand leaving sparkling diamonds in the water. Caleb drove us down a path of sand and trees. Through the jungle of vines and trees I could see Caleb’s mansion waiting for us.

“How can you afford this?” I asked Caleb as he put the car in park in front of an old Willow tree.

He chuckled, “You’d be amazed how much money you collect when you’ve been on Earth as long as I have.”