The Island Boy

Chapter 7- Camp

        I shivered. Noticing this, the Island Boy released from our hug, and traced a hand over my cheek. "We need to get back."

        He still looked worried, glancing between me, and the flooding 'home.'

        I couldn't tell what he was thinking. It was nearly impossible to unless you really were some type of a supernatural being, in which I was certain I wasn't.

        He crouched down. "Get on." My face turning bright red, I obediently did as he said. After he held me, he started to run for it. I buried my head into his neck, trying to find a source of warmness. But I was right, he was colder than me. "I can get on my two feet."

        "Not with that leg of yours." He responded. I peered down at the leg he had been holding during the piggy-back ride. It looked fine. "You can't walk like that.  It will only slow us down."

        I kept silent. Is there something I am not understanding? My leg's fine! I'm pretty sure I can walk!

        I unconsciously moved my leg, trying to comprehend what he could possibly mean. I regretted that. Pain soared up my leg. I bit my lip, trying to hold in a scream. The Island Boy, stopped, and put me down. "we're almost there." He told me. "Just a bit more." He added.

        He picked me up again, and started to run again. My arms went around his neck, as he started to move forward once again. I could tell he was getting tired. And after another measly hour in the pouring rain, we finally made it.

        He put me down on a wooden crate, gently picking up my foot, observing my leg. "we should have the medical equipment." He opened the wooden door to the camp, picking me up once again. He laid me onto the rug, and lit the nearby fireplace.

        He started to walk away, in which I sat up, curious to know what he was going to do.

        He started to unbutton his pants. I squeaked, covering my eyes with my hands. "Calm down, would ya?"

        "I'm just changing into my pajamas."  I shook my head, my hands still covering my eyes.

        "Back there... I really thought we were going to die." He muttered. There was a moment of silence, until he continued. I could hear his footsteps get closer by the second. He pulled my hands away, and looked me in the eyes. "But we're here, aren't we?" he said with a smile.

        My heart thumped against my chest. "And we're alive." It thumped again.

        His blue eyes looked into mine. "We survived." His hands went through my hair. He chuckled, and pulled me into his chest. My head went against his tan chest, my tears finally falling.

       I gently smiled out of relief. He held me close, stroking my back. "Let it out."

        I almost died. I almost forgot. I almost went after him, but the chains held me back. Although I've only known him for a bit... I felt like I've known him since the beginning. I feel like I can trust him... I mean, why not? He already saved my life.

        My heart thumped again. He lied me down once more, and pinned me down. My tears started to stop, but my heart started to thunder against its cage.

        His fingers reached down to my shirt, and started to unbutton. His hands wiped the shirt off my shoulders, looking at the black laced skin. He turned his head to the wooden dresser, suddenly getting up.

        I watched him head to the dresser, pulling out a white shirt. "I'm sorry, but this should do for now."

        He turned towards the wall, throwing the shirt behind him. "I won't look...so please change into this shirt."

        I caught it, and placed it on the floor. I slipped the white shirt on, then slowly slipped my jeans off. Ow...

        Although my leg is heated, and we aren't in the rain anymore, the pain was still too much to bare. The throbbing pain would flow like electricity through my body. Taking a deep breath, I yanked off the jeans all at once.

        I screamed from the pain. The Island Boy turned around, looking at my expression.

        I gasped for air, hands shaking. He rushed over, picking me up again. "I'm fine..."

        "No you're not." He scowled. "So don't lie to me."

         He continued to walk down the hallway, reaching another wooden door. He looked at me, then at the door. He pushed on the door with his back, and kicked the door close behind him. He set me on the bed, and lit the fireplace again.

        "Please wait here." he said turning around, and leaving the room.

        I looked around the room, white curtains, white sheets, dark brown furniture. The Island Boy came back, with a small box. "What is that?"