Okay, so here is the next chapter, and I hope you like it.
Jake seated me in the massive dining room. A unsurprisingly long wooden table was placed in the very center of the room. The chairs had the same wood frame, but with red velvet cusions, and tiny gold beads holding the velvet in place. A very traditional fireplace stood oposite me in the glorious room. A large painting of a young woman hung above it. But the weird thing was, she was dressed in modern attire. And didn't look like the usual type of person you would see in this sort of portrait. Topping it all off, was the beautiful chandelieer that hung directly above the table, in the center of the room. I couldn't count how many crystals it contained. It was just so extraordinary. Nothing like what I'd ever seen in my life. As always, two chairs were placed on either end of the table. But Jake sat on the one furthest away, and patted the one to his left. Confused, I sat on the chair anyway, and stared at him.
"It seems really akward when you sit either end." He explained.
"I suppose..." I answered akwardly.
Tapping my fork (with intricate designs) I looked at Jake.
"How's the food supposed to get on our plates?"
"Close your eyes."
"Do I really have to?"
"Yes."
"Fine." I sighed.
Closing my eyes, I waited impatiently. After what seemed like forever, Jake spoke.
"OK, you can open them."
I opened my eyes and gasped. Every single type of food you could think of lay on the table. It all seemed so delicious. And the smell. It was smelt so good.
"How...?" I asked.
"Magic." He said, digging into the wonderous meal.
After filling myself with way too much food, I fell back into the chair in lust. I wondered if dinner would be so great if I stayed another night.
"Do you want me to show you to your room?"
"Well, obviously. I'd get lost otherwise. Considering the size of this room alone."
"You are strange."
"Not really. I just like to think logically."
"Yeah, strange."
"Hmph."
He stood up, and left everything were it was. Before we left the grand room, I wanted to ask Jake something.
"Hey, whose that in the picture?"
"It's...my mother." He answered wairily.
Standing up, carefully, I followed Jake from the room. He lead me into the entrance, and headed up the grand staircase. Veering off to the right, he added some rules.
"Don't go into the west wing." He commanded, pointing to the left side. "Everywhere else you can go, everywhere except there."
"Why?"
"You just can't go up there, OK?"
"OK." I whined.
We passed many doors, and many more glourious things that I could not describe. Traveling up another small flight of stairs, I noticed two corridoors. Jake turned to the left, and walked all the way to the end. Hand on the handle, he gently pushed.
Got to remember. Don't go left on the stairs, go down the left corridoor.
How was I going to survive? I entered the room just behind him, and gaped in awe. This room was almost as glourious as the dining room. A four-poster bed lay in the center, with white linin sheets and covers. A vanity table sat in the corner, with a cute little stool. I'd grabbed my bag on the way up, and gently dumped it on the floor. I turned to Jake.
"Uh, thanks for the room. Where the bathroom?"
"At the end of the corridoor, on the right."
Great, something else I need to remember.
"OK, thanks. Now if you'll excuse me?"
"Oh, uh. Have a nice sleep." He said as he exited the room.
Did he realise how lame that sounded? Oh,well. I picked up my bag, and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, pulled my plum purple hair into a ponytail, and changed into my Scooby-Doo pyjamas. After snuggling down into the covers, I tried to take even breaths, and forget about my horrible life just for a little while. And I eventually fell asleep.
Sitting bolt upright, I slid out of bed.
I have so gotta pee!
Jumping up and down, I raced to the door, and grasped the handle. Turned, and swore under my breath. Locked! Wait a minute, how do it lock? I didn't lock it. Damn. Taking a deep breath, I banged and hammered on the door. My fists stared to ache.
"Jake! Let me out now! I need the bathroom! Jaaaaakeeeee!" I shouted.
I slid down the door in failure. After what seemed like hours, the door opened. And I leaped up. Jake entered the room.
"Finally, I so need to pee!"
I went to walk around him, but he blocked my way.
"Uh, Jake? What're you doin'?" I tried again, but failed. "C'mon let me out!"
Jake just looked at me. I started to hammer against his chest, trying to get him to move. But he grabbed my wrists. I looked at him pleadingly. My urge to go to the bathroom now gone.
"You can't leave." He said robotically, letting go off my wrists.
"What?"
"You can't leave. You can't leave. You can't leave. You. Can't. Leave."
I covered my ears with my hands, and backed away from him. My back pressed up against one of the beds posts. Crawling into bed, Jake still chanting, I pulled the covers, and the pillows over my head. Letting the tears fall.
"You can't leave. You can't leave. You can't leave. You. Can't. Leave." Over and over again.
Sitting up bolt-upright, sweat covered my forehead, and I starting shaking. What a terrible nightmare.
I hate nightmares...
