Chapter 15
Presea and Regal
A week had passed since Presea had started to fall in love with Regal. She knew he was in Altimira so she got on a boat and was on her way to find Regal. When she reached Altimira she headed to the company building and went to the front desk.
"Um, where is Regal Bryant?" she asked the secretary.
"Go to the top floor he's usually there."
"Thanks"
Presea got into the elevator and went to the top floor, which was basically a sunroof. There she saw him, sitting on the edge of a rock near a fountain.
"H…h…hi Regal…"
"Presea?"
"Yeah…its me…"
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to see you."
"Me? What for?"
"Because, because, because…." She said blushing.
"Because what Presea?"
"Because I love you Regal."
"You what?"
"I'm sorry, I'll just go…"
"No, don't go…"
"But, aren't you mad at me?"
"No, of course not!"
"But it's wrong of me."
He sat and thought about this, she was about twenty years younger than him,
"Here, come with me, let's go for a walk."
"Ok."
They began to walk to the elevator and then they left the building.
"So, you say you love me?"
"Yes." She said ashamed.
"Why? I killed your sister. Doesn't that bother you?"
"No, it wasn't your fault. I don't know why I love you to be honest."
"Hmm…why don't you stay at my place tonight and we'll talk this over. Okay?"
"Sure."
He took her to his house and told her to wait for him there, he said he would be back in an hour or so. She sat in the kitchen drawing, she drew a burnt rose. Its once red petals were crisp and black. She sat there perfecting it, then she left it on the table and went into the living room. There she sat on a couch and waited for him. A few minutes later he walked in. He saw her and went in and joined her on the couch.
"Presea, I'm not sure what to say, you're so young and I'm so much older than you. It's not right, society will never allow it."
"I know, but I can't help it."
"I understand, what do you want from me Presea? What about Genis?"
"I broke up with him, he didn't feel right. What do I want from you? I don't know, I have no expectations."
"Well, I just don't know Presea, I mean, you're how old?"
"I'm thirteen"
"Yeah, and I'm thirty three, so you're twenty years younger than me."
"I know, I'll just go. It's ok, you're right, I'm too young…"
"No Presea. I don't want you to go. But doesn't it bother you that I killed your sister?"
"Like I said, it wasn't your fault. If anything you saved her from herself. Please, Regal, I think if anything, knowing you allowed my sister to die happy, makes me like you more."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"And you're sure it doesn't bother you that I was with your sister, or that I'm twenty years older than you?"
"Nope, it doesn't bother me at all. Seriously."
"Presea, will you stay with me?"
"Yes, I will." She said blushing.
"Presea, I feel that if you think that I did the right thing by killing Alicia, then you should be the one to remove the shackles that bind me to her fate."
"I'd be honored." He showed her where the key was. She removed it from a shelf and brought it back.
"Here you go Regal, you're free." She said as she undid his handcuffs. He moved his hands about freely and smiled. He bent down and picked her up and hugged her.
"Thank you Presea, for setting me free."
"Your welcome Regal."
She blushed as he gently kissed her cheek.
"I love you Presea."
"I love you too Regal."
She watched as he carried her into his bedroom and lay her down on the bed then joined her. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder. She cuddled closer to him and smiled up at him. She was three feet shorter than he was so when he stood in front of her, her head was at his stomach.
"You are so beautiful Presea."
She blushed and smiled. She nuzzled her head onto his chest and sighed.
"Presea?"
"Yes, Regal?"
"Why do you love me?"
"Because I feel so at ease with you, so comfortable, so safe, so wanted, and so beautiful."
"Mmmm…you're so cute."
She blushed and kissed him softly and smiled. She didn't feel embarrassed to show her affection towards him. With Genis she had never felt this way. She knew this had to be right.
