Make It There

Pierre

"Now where are you going?" I asked Wayne, who was putting on his gray coat.

It was the next day after breakfast and Wayne was standing by his front door while I was back in the dining area, sitting at the dining table.

"I'm gonna see that nice guy again," he replied to me, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

"Hm." I frown while looking down.

I was curious about this "nice guy." I didn't want to be snoopy or anything, but he seemed fishy.

I looked back at him. "He hasn't given you the place yet?"

"We're gonna make the final... How do you say it?..." I stopped fiddling with his jacket and stood in his place still. "...final agreement, final meeting, final... Yeah, you get it, right?" He shrugged

I nodded my head. "Yeah. But...is it okay for me to come with you?"

"Oh." Wayne rose his eyebrows; his voice dropped. "Now you want to join me?"

"Is that okay with you?" I eyed him with doubt.

He shrugged with one shoulder. . "Sure. I don't blame you if you're bored here."

"Okay, thanks."

• • •

About thirty minutes later, we arrived at a...harbor. Not the harbor that I went to many times, just a harbor that was close by to Wayne's house.

Wayne got off from his truck and I followed him. We got onto a speed boat with someone in it.

The guy who was going to drive the speedboat nodded his head in agreement for some reason with Wayne and sped off with us into the ocean.

• • •

About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the...

Oh man, you got to be kidding me... I cried out mentally.

Yeah, you could've gussed it when I mentioned "harbor" and "speedboat." Yup, we arrived at the island.

The island.

"So, this is where the "nice guy" is at?" I asked Wayne as we walked our way up toward the white building.

"Yup." Wayne smiled at me.

"Oh..." My eyes drifted away with growing anxiety.

"What? What's so bad about this place?" I heard him asking me with concern.

"No, no, it's nothing..." I gazed around, avoiding Wayne's face as we entered the building.

A long, white hallway was spread out before us.

I felt my insides getting all sick and twisted, full of bad memories and thoughts, as we stepped deeper into it. Ugh.

I started to think that this wasn't a good idea and that I should just call it a day and leave. But what could happen when Wayne's by my side? He cares for me, right? So I pushed my fears aside and continued on with Wayne. Nothing bad could happen, not when I'm with someone else...

"Well, hello, Wayne!" someone called out to Wayne, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked striaght ahead and saw him, giving Wayne a hug.

Him.

The guy with blond hair.

The guy at the bar.

The guy who makes my dreams turn into nightmares.

Him.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here!" The blond guy strutted up to me, wearing a suit and tie. "Isn't it Toosk Mjalmersson?" He patted my shoulder with a smug smirk. "It's nice to see you again."