She Dreamed of Her Memories

Chapter Ten - The worst

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you, and mess you up" -Neil Gaiman

Chapter Ten

"Jenna." I hear Silas's voice.

I open my eyes, and the sunlight beams through the hoodie blinding me. I lift it off my head, and see Silas leaning into the car with two cups of coffee.

"You alright?" He asks and hands me a coffee "Its cappuccino."

"Yeah, thanks. Where are we?"

"A few miles outside of Florida. I had to pull over and find a place to sleep and found a hotel and got us a room. We can clean up, get some rest, buy some clothes and be on our way. We've got a gang of dream catchers on our heels now, so we've gotta be careful."

"What dream catchers?"

"Level four dream catchers."

"Yikes." I yawn and stretch "How long have you been driving?"

"A few hours." Silas shrugs. He doesn't look tired, in fact he looks better than me. Well, he always looks better than me. He's tall and handsome, and I'm . . . different? "Anyways I'm used to having lack of sleep, especially since you came into my life." Silas says and gives me a daring look.

"Excuse me?" I retort "Should I even be offended?"

Silas doesn't answer and instead just helps me out of the car but I hear him mumble "Yes" under his breath when I'm not looking. I try to stand, but my feet are still asleep and I tumble back down towards the cement. Silas catches me before my butt hits the ground. Our eyes meet, our lips just a few inches away from each other, his hands are wrapped just underneath my butt, and the other arm around my waist, and my arms around his neck. It was an awkward moment at the wrong time. But I enjoyed it, every second of it. He was beautiful, and oh his lips. . . If only I could just. . .

He drops me. My butt hits the cement hard, and I wince.

"Ow! What the heck?" I scream at Silas.

He smiles "Sorry my arms got tired.

I give him a pouty look and rub my booty, scraping off some of the gravel from my pants. And than we burst out laughing. Yes, we start laughing. Even though our best friend just died, and a gang of level four dream catchers are after us we still laugh. Because hey, it's Jenna we're talking about. I'm your rainbow after the storm, I'm your rose after the tulip, I'm your . . . Um. Yeah.

It takes me a while to realize we're in a parking lot, in front of a busy hotel on off of a busy highway. I still see Palm trees which is a good sign. And the humidity hasn't changed a bit either. We walk towards the hotel, trying to seem as normal as possible.

"Silas," I whisper as we pass a family "I still have blood on me, and people are staring."

"I know." He whispers back "Act normal like nothing's wrong so we don't come off as suspicious."

But we did look suspicious. I mean when do you ever see a fifteen year old girl walk into a hotel with bloody smelly clothes who looks like she's been through hell and back, and a guy who looks around eighteen carrying a big black duffel back with the most mysterious unreadable look on his face. The only time you would see that is when something's up. And something was definitely up with us.

Silas already checked into the hotel room so we didn't have to walk up to the front desk. But I still gave the man working at the desk a friendly smile to say "Hey this guy isn't kidnapping me and trying to sell me into sex slavery. No, not at all. In fact he's actually protecting me right now. So please go about your life, and don't worry about the fact the I have blood stains on my pants, and I probably smell worse than rotten cheese and road kill."

We go up to the hotel room in the elevator. Another family follows in behind us and I stand in the corner the whole ride up while the families children stare at me and I can hear the parents saying to them "Don't stare at people. She's just a poor lost girl." Under they're breaths. I didn't even get offended, cause technically I was poor and lost.

We get up to the hotel room, finally. The hotel room looks more like a pricy apartment. It has a fully loaded refrigerator, a kitchen, flat screen tv's located in all three rooms. One in the main room, where it has two couches and a balcony to view the back of the hotel, one in the master bedroom that has a king sized bed and a hot tub, and another in a smaller room that has Queen sized bed and a stand up shower.

I run around the hotel room gaping at everything like a little kid. "Oh my god Silas look at the hot tub it's huge!; look at the bed, we should jump on it!; Look at the fridge, they have my favorite! Orange cream Popsicle yogurt!"

"How could you even afford this?" I ask.

"The bag has money it. Credit cards cash, everything. Besides it wasn't that expensive. You should go take a shower, I'll be back in a few with clothes. There should be a robe in the bathroom put that on for now. Don't open the door for anyone Jenna. I'm serious."

"Alright, alright. I'm not Snow White I get it."

"Haha, very funny." He says sarcastically, and throws me one of the key cards to the hotel room "Remember, don't open the door for anyone. If someone breaks in there's s gun in the bag."

"A what?" I gasp.

"See ya." He sings and walks out. Leaving me all alone in a hotel room knowing that dream catchers are after me.

Before I take a shower I decide to search through the black bag that Silas dragged along with us. I opened it on the couch, and sure enough money was inside of it. Cash, lots of fresh cash neatly packed cash all I'm stacks of hundreds. There was also a wallet. A simple leather wallet with Silas initials on it. "S. R"

"Is his last name Ron?" I mutter to myself "Ronald? Riley? Rae?" His last name must not be common just like his first name. Silas was a man written in the bible, he was a missionary who accompanied Paul in his travels. Maybe Silas's parents read the bible a lot. Silas in the bible means "Three or the the third". But in Greek it means "Forest and woods." I think that's exactly what Silas is. A forest. A deep dark mysterious forest. In Arabic Jenna means 'Paradise'. The forest, and the paradise. How could these two things be meant for each other? Could they? No.

I go back to digging around in the wallet and find Silas's drivers license. His last name is "Ripley." And he was born in December 1996. Silas is freaking eighteen. And about turn nineteen. I'm only fifteen, I'm a little child compared to him. If we were to be together, I mean not saying it would happen - wouldn't that be considered illegal? Even if me and Silas did get together, we wouldn't be able to do the things a normal couple would do. And I don't think my family would be happy to hear that my boyfriend is eighteen. Thinking about it frustrates me so I forget my thoughts and go back to what I was doing. Silas has five credit cards that belong to five different banks. He wasn't kidding around when he packed this bag. But there was no gun. I was relieved. It was nice to know that Silas wasn't the type who liked to kill. And neither was I.

I stunk, I was dirty. And a nice warm shower was calling me. I took a shower. All the blood and dirt washed away. I shampooed my thick hair and conditioned so that I wouldn't have to blow dry out my knotted curls. I could just dry my hair with a towel and go lay down. After washing I get out the shower, and put on a robe. I dry out my hair, lotion up, brush my teeth, and dispose of my old bloody stinky clothes.

Just as I walk out of the bathroom Silas walks in.

"I got you some clothes, and pizza. Do you like p-" he stands in shock and just stares at me. And than out of no where his face turns a deep red.

"I'm sorry!" We both say at the same time.

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