When dreams become nightmares

Chapter 9 - when we arrive

I had no idea who this person really was. I mean sure, he had saved my 'bacon' as he said, but I didn't know who the other people were either. It's not like I don't have secrets, I'm nowhere close to being an open book, and Garfield's secrets did seem even more sinister than my own. However, this battle I seemed to have been caught in seemed to know everything about me, yet I knew nothing about them. When both are as secretive as the other, how was I suppose to know which side was the right side? Was there even a right side? I felt trapped between the two, not quite belonging to either, stuck in the middle.

"Your being very quiet." Garfield stared as we drove in his van along the motorway. I didn't reply, too caught up in my thoughts to think of something to say. He shuffled the wheel his hands anxiously. "Your afraid of me, aren't you?" He started. Of course, he would be worried about that, he did just kill someone in front of me. I was afraid of him, maybe I should be, maybe it would be better if I did. Despite this, the event actually made me feel a little more connected to him. We both clearly had dark secrets we want to keep hidden.

"No." I finally replied. He sighed, but didn't seem convinced. I would usually have attempted to reassure him, but my mind was lost in the rapid production of thoughts. Where was sapphire? Did she know where I was? Did she know I was ok? Is Dariella ok? Where did Caden run off to? Is he ok? Who was Garfield? What did these people want with me? How did Garfield know them? What side am I suppose to be on? Is there a good and bad side? Am I on the good side? I had a mountain of unanswered questions and the only answers o got was a head ache. I stared out the window, attempting to clear my head. "I have to call my sister." I stated, once all the words had formed in my head.

"You can't. She thinks your dead." He replied back to me.

"Well, I'm not dead." I challenged, harshly.

"Not yet." He returned simply. I gave him a venomous look. He rolled his eyes. "It's just better if she doesn't know." He continued.

"Look, I don't know you, I'm literally putting all my faith in you. I could do with talking to someone I know." I explained. He grunted in recognition. I could tell he didn't like the idea, but also that he didn't want to argue. He sighed, as if deciding to tell me something.

"When we get to where we're going, you will know someone, my brother, you met a few days ago," my eyes widened as he spoke, "he has a 'gift' too, he can balance unstable abilities." He spoke softly, his simple harshness seemed to be lessening.

"Are you saying Caden was just one of you keeping an eye on me." I whispered, quietly. Garfield looked up, suddenly, before whipping back to the road.

"No! He was actually strictly told not to make contact, that's why I'm picking you up and not him, but I guess he was a little too intrigued with you." He laughed. "It's not like him at all." Now I was confused. If Caden knew people were trying to kill me then why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he mention this weird group he was apart of? Then it occurred to me, he didn't even mention he had a brother, in fact, he hardly told me anything at all. And why did he pretend to be freaked out by me the last time we met? I didn't trust this, not at all. I heard Garfield give another sigh. "I'm sorry if I scared you." He said, finally. I laughed. "What?" I sniggered again. "What?" He urged.

"It's nothing," I began, "it's just your probably the only thing that I'm not scared of at this precise second." He smiled, lightly. "At this point I couldn't care less who you are or what you are, I just call my sister." His smile faded at my finishing words.

"I'm sorry," He said, " I have orders, you'll understand when we get there, I promise." I believed him, but at the same time I didn't think it was true.