Is This a Dream?

Chapter 9

Chapter 9-

        Flailing my legs and arms struggling to get free from his hold, Pierce dragged me along to my room.

        "Rein a, drear, I ask you to please stop this nonsense."

        "Are you kidding me!" I cried, "Why is there a painting of Mckenzie here?!"

        Pierce kept pulling me along, his strong, muscular, arms tightening around my waist yanking me up on his shoulder sighing, "Dear..."

        "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Screaming and tears falling off of my face to his black suit. "You..you have NO right in keeping secrets to me! And that's my friend!" My voice was getting horse and dry.

        "Oh blimey, please darling. She was just fine." He said coming to my room.

        He lifted me with ease from his shoulder to the floor, plopping me down to my feet holding my wrists together.

        Leaning up to my ear, Pierce whispered "You will stop asking about your friend, or you will not be coming out of your room, ever." Pierce put is hands to my face slowly smiling, wiping away the stained tears on my cheeks while I kept trying to pull away; my back to the wall. He lowered his hands down to my waist pulling me in closer. "Now, will you apologize?"

        My nerves some how relaxed, taking in his minty sent. "Yes..." I answered quietly looking at the marble floor.

        I could feel him breathing on my lips coming together, my hands trembling at my side inching up to his beautiful simple face looking deep into his dark eyes seeing sadness and emptiness. Everything about him was... secret.

        Pierce stroked my hair, "Sing."

        "W--what?" I asked.

        "Sing something. Anything." Pierce took a small step back looking at me intensely. "The first thing that comes to your mind."

        "Okay..." I tried to remember a song to sing or to make something up if I had to, even though I did not understand Pierce's command. I started:

        "Spirit lead me where my trust is without border,

        Let me walk upon the waters,

        Wherever you would call me,

        Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander,

        And my faith will be made stronger,

        In the presence of my savior..."

         I paused seeing Pierce's posture changed, more... relaxed....

        "And I will call upon your name,

        And keep my eyes above the waves,

        When oceans rise,

        My soul will rest in your embrace,

        For I am yours,

        And you are mine."

        I finished part of the song feeling my face burn scarlet. Pierce looked disappointed and maybe... confused? Pierce took in a breath and straightened. "That... was beautiful. But not what I was hoping to hear." I arched my eyebrow. "Did you make that up?"

        I shook my head, "No, no I didn't." Pierce pressed a smile.

        "Well, it was lovely." Pierce came closer.

        I closed my eyes to him putting his gloved hand to my lips. Pierce''s arm hugging me to where I felt his cold chest against mine. I felt his lips reach my cheek then again closer to my own. Then I felt nothing. I felt as if his presence was gone.

        My eyes fling open to find me in my room, door to my face. I look down to my hands that were throbbing and shaking to see pink hand prints to where Pierce held me. A single tear ran down the side of my face.

        I through myself to the bed curling into a ball. Weeping into the soft blanket calming me, I took deep breaths in-hailing from my mouth, ex-hailing out of my nose laying there for hours. Closing my burning eyes falling into a dreamless sleep.

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        The next morning I awoke to have been tucked in the blankets, the window next to my bed gave light burning my eyes. I pulled the covers over my head and turned to my side.

        Did he... kiss me? I thought trying to remember what happened last night after seeing... "Mckenzie!" I said aloud sitting up in my bed throwing the blankets off, then jumping down to the floor.

        Heading over to the door that lead to the hallway, in the corner of my eye I saw my reflection on the door mirror. I walked over to the closet door that was still open from the night before when I got dressed in the mint dress that I wasn't wearing now.

        A gray tank top and sweat pants covered my body, hair wavy but still a bit tangled in knots. How am I wearing this? I never changed... I questioned looking around my room to see if anyone was there then went digging in the closet drawers to find something nicer.

        I found a long lace skirt that hugged my sides showing off my curves and through on a black top with a low 'v' neck. I walked over to a table that held silver necklaces with crystals and diamonds. Picking out three, I wrapped them over my neck overlapping each other. I quickly brushed out my hair pinning some of it out of the way.

        Once done beautifying myself I opened my door looking ether way like crossing a street. The hallway was clear, and empty. I tiptoed through the many passageways looking at the portraits trying to find Kenzie. Candles alight the way that hung to the wall showing many eyes following me.

        Something is not right. I thought stopping to look at a young boy, maybe 14, with blond hair and electric blue eyes, wait... he had wings... eagle wings?