So, a bit BoLo time. Doccubus all the way and hell yessssss, we did it all the way!
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Thanks Em!
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Chapter 6
Present. Moore's Island.
Lauren was done sitting around. Breakfast long eaten, dishes long cleaned, patients long gone. She got outside. It wasn't that hot anymore, like yesterday. Rather cold. Her blouse dry again, her pants, too. She couldn't find her socks anymore, but her shoes fitted well enough. Looking around she saw her. Dark blue shirt, cut low. Deep red shorts, ending mid thigh. Heavy boots. Black but covert in brown dirty.
Axe. Woosh. Crack. Broken wood.
Brunette hair loosely waving, jumping up and down with every rush of the sharp tool.
L: "What are you doing?"
B: "I'm painting."
Axe. woosh. Crack. Broken wood, again.
L: "Funny!"
B: "What does it look like I'm doing, genius?"
Placing the next log on a tree stump cut short. Axe in the air over the brunette's head. Woosh. Crack.
B: "I'm cutting firewood."
L: "Looks more likely that you're killing those wooden blocks."
B: "They are-", woosh, crack, "-already dead."
Sitting down on a bigger oak log. Slightly wet bark underneath her jeans. Opposite the chopping woman. Arms crossed over her chest. Watching. Waiting. Slightly shivering.
Woosh. Crack. Woosh. Crack. Woosh, axe stopped in midair.
B: "What are you doing?"
L: "Just waiting."
B: "What for?"
L: "Uh, the bus, obviously."
Woosh. Crack.
B: "Funny!"
L: "Really?"
B: "Yeah. You should think about your own stand up comedy show."
L: "Well, thank you. I hear that a lot."
She didn't.
L: "Actually, I have a large collection of knock knock jokes."
She didn't either.
B: "Yea-", woosh, crack, "-eah?"
L: "Yup."
B: "Great!"
L: "Knock knock."
The brunette stared and stared and...
B: "Whatever!"
Okay, not in the mood.
Another log, another crack, another piece of tree falling upon the growing scads of firewood.
Cutting faster. Smashing harder. Replacing quicker.
L: "Don't you think you've lost enough blood for today?", pointing on the bandaged hand.
The brunette's breath coming out short. Small sounds of physical effort. Getting louder. Breathing stronger. Chest heaving. Locks swirling. More, more, more...
L: "Bo?"
More, even more, even faster, even harder, even louder...
L: "Okay, Bo! Stop!"
Axe in air. Axe back down. Axe back up. Axe...
L: "Bo!"
A strong grip on the tool wielding arm. Hampering further movements. A furious woodcutter. A concerned vet. Deep brown eyes, darkened with anger glaring into light brown ones, filled with solicitude. Sweat painting the brunette's shirt, bathing her forehead. Damp hairline. Must have been working for some time now.
B: "Let me go!"
Low. Quiet. Dangerous. Out of breath.
L: "No!"
Low. Quiet. Unflinching. Steady and calm.
They stood face to face. Axe in the air, hand on forearm. Staring at each other. Waiting for anyone to make the next move. Sharing hot breaths.
B: "I need to cut firewood!"
L: "You have more than enough for the next summer nights."
B: "Winter will come eventually."
L: "Bo...", a soft voice tried again.
The brunette's left hand, a small reddened spot soaking through the gauze, took hold on the working tool hovering over their heads, grabbing then slamming it deep into the stump. Splitting its annual rings. Not breaking eye contact even once.
B: "Happy now?"
Watching the blonde's features through tight slits.
Sighing, letting go of the forearm. Muscles twitching under her fingertips. Looking down and stepping back. Embracing herself, blonde locks falling freely over her shoulder. A curtain. Hiding behind. Hearing heavy footsteps on muddy ground. Leaving. A door yanked open, crashing into the lock seconds later.
Silence again. Not even birds singing. Not even leaves rustling. Just quietness.
L: "Great."
Sighing again. Looking up in the cloudy sky. Rain started pouring without being noticed. Droplets plopping on her skin. Soaking her hair. Wetting her blouse. The air had cooled by last nights thunderstorm now even more palpable with heaven's meltdown. A light grumble in the distance breaking through the soundless forest.
Another one would come soon. Another nightmare of nature. Another freak-show to be afraid of.
L: "Super! I am one lucky stranded sea dog."
Walking back to the barn. Unsure of what to find on the inside.
Mud under her shoes. Squelch, squelch, squelch, slip, sliiiide, stop. Finding her balance again. Another few steps to the front door. Wind came up. Getting heavier with every passing second. Getting stronger with every breath. Getting under her skin with carrying every sound of thunder nearer to her ears.
L: "Shit!"
Opening door, closing door, standing still. Looking down to a pair of dirty boots next to the frame. Slipping out of her own.
L: "Bo?"
No answer.
L: "Oh boy!"
Walking on bare feet. Panels cracking. Eyes scanning the kitchen, searching over the living room, landing on the white linen of the separating folding privacy screen. Where did she go to? Pricking up her ears, she listened. No water meant no shower running. But there was one sound. Unfamiliar. Like scratching something sharp along something blunt.
L: "Bo?"
Looking around the textile barrier there she was. Sitting on her bed, against the headrest, stick in her left, knife in her right. Carving? Really? What was it with that brunette and her obsession like demeanor for blades? Sharp ones no less! Sashaying through the hard texture. Gliding as if it was a piece of butter. Maybe she was an adrenaline junkie? Maybe she was used to living on the edge. But maybe she was simply crazy!
L: "Bo. Why didn't you answer me? It's not like you didn't hear me?"
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
L: "Oh come on. You can't just ignore me!"
Scratch. Scratch.
L: "You are... I don't know what you are. Words are failing me right now."
B: "Whatever!"
L: "Oh look, it does speak!"
B: "Oh look, it doesn't stop speaking!"
L: "Oh look, it would stop, if that other it started speaking!"
The Barn-Girl looked up.
Oh please don't cut and stare!
L: "Could you... Would you please put the knife down, you're making me nervous."
Again that look. Tight slits. Lips a thin line. Holding the knife up in the air, between forefinger and thumb. Lauren didn't like knifes. That's why she loved Chinese. No knives on the table. That Blade-Runner opened the drawer of the bedside table. With a loud thud the sharp item disappeared. A final push, another plop of the drawer and the brunette sat up straight again. Holding gazes all along, like before with the ax.
Blade Runner. Awesome movie. Her favorite ending, was the one with the unicorn. The blonde loved unicorns. She loved mythology. She loved extra-terrestrial. She loved outta space. Oh if she had been an astronaut, she would have...
Oh the brunette's lips were moving. So she was talking. Damn.
L: "Sorry, what now?"
B: "I asked, whether you're happy now?"
L: "Oh. Yes. I mean no. I mean..."
God why was it so hard to talk to that woman?
L: "Are you okay?"
B: "Sure! Why wouldn't I be?"
Seriously? The bleeding hand? The ax session? The knify-knife next to your bed?
L: "You don't seem- okay."
B: "How would you know? You don't even know me."
L: "I- uh..."
B: "Whatever!"
With that she robbed off of the bed and walked away.
L: "Just great... Bo, wait!"
B: "Don't follow me all the time!"
L: "Well, first of all, we were just talking and you went away.."
B: "I've finished talking!"
L: "I haven't though! And secondly..."
Was that an eye roll? Definitely!
L: "And secondly, it started raining again and there is another storm coming and I don't have much of an option as I don't know anywhere else to go to!"
The Island-Girl shrugged and sat down in the middle of the couch, staring straight forward, playing with a strand of brown hair. The blonde joined her. Sitting close, shoulders brushing against one another. A sharp intake of breath, a hectic look to the blonde and a sudden move into the far corner of the sofa, hands found a place under the brunette's thighs.
L: "You're doing it again!"
B: "Do- Doing what?"
L: "Running away!"
B: "I'm still right beside you."
L: "But you'd rather be somewhere else. Somewhere far away."
B: "That's not true."
A snort. A shrug. A stare. Motioning at the Barn-Girl's sitting position. Up and down. Twice. For emphasis.
B: "Yeah, well, I told you, I'm not good with having company."
L: "You also said, you were afraid of people, not me!"
B: "Yeah? Well, maybe that was a lie."
L: "I don't believe you."
B: "Then don't!"
L: "Bo!"
B: "Lauren!"
L: "You're stubborn!"
B: "You're pushy!"
L: "You're... You're... ugh!"
Jumping up from the sofa. Pacing in front of the kitchen counter. Hands in air, head shaking.
B: "Yeah? What? Say it!"
Both standing now. The air grew thicker with every breath. Lauren felt her anger raising in her chest. She hated arguments. She avoided them. She wasn't good dealing with tension. She wasn't good with overpowering emotions. She just wasn't good with stuff like that. She needed space and she needed it immediately.
L: "You're frustrating," mumbling while rushing past a boiling brunette.
Fleeing. That's what she did. That's her thing. That's what she was good at. She didn't care whether that Bo-Girl had heard her or not. One shoe, the second shoe, opening the door. At least she had tried. A hand slammed against the wood and wrested the knob out of her hand.
B: "What are you doing?"
A warm body barely touching her side. A heaving chest pushing against her upper arm. Too close. Too close. Too fucking close.
L: "I'm painting."
Shoving the lingering hand away and off of that door she tore open once again. Water, like everywhere. Heavy rain drops splashing to the ground. A big puddle transforming into something huge. A river like freshet. Hesitantly she stepped forward.
B: "Lauren, don't..."
L: "You don't want me here Bo. So I'm leaving."
B: "You don't even know where you are."
L: "I'm a big girl. I'll figure it out. It's an Island. Worst that could happen, I'd find more water!"
Standing in the pouring rain. Midday but dark as night. A stormy wind clutching wetness like a running shower all over her body. A hand at her wrist. Keeping her from going any further. Shaking it off.
Blonde tresses clinging to her face. She didn't turn around. She didn't say a word. She just moved forward.
B: "Lauren it's raining!"
A bright light. A collimated beam drew a line through the black clouded sky. Flinching the blonde stopped in tracks. Damn weather. Damn rain. Damn... A peal of thunder. Fear rushed through her veins, her every pore, her very being.
Fuck off brontophobia. Go. Get a grip. Go now. Just do it. For once.
And she did. She went on and on and on...
B: "Lauren! Lauren, it's bloody raining and there is a hell of a thunderstorm going on! You hear me? Lauren!"
Yeah, she did, but she didn't care.
Her feet sloshing through thick dirt. Branches clashing like whips on her face, her back, her chest. Rain, an applauding crowd all around her.
She felt scared, she felt lost, she felt fucking abandoned. And she hated it. Tears threatened to burst. She wouldn't cry. She just wouldn't. So she whistled. Then she hummed. Then she sang. Quiet. Then louder.
L: "Just walking in the rain. Getting soaking wet. Torturing my heart. By trying to forget."
Lightning, thunder. Flinching. Almost slipping.
L: "Gosh! Okay. Breathe!"
Walking on.
L: "Just walking in the rain. So alone and blue. All because my heart. Still remembers- ugh, damn song!"
Lightning, thunder, squeaking. Hand above heart, pounding heavy in her chest.
Something grabbed her by the wrist. Something strong and warm. Something was pulling her backwards. Something was forcing her backwards.
She tried to fight. She smacked her free left hand against someone. She tried to kick but failed and slipped and fell and was greeted by the wet and cold ground. She kicked again. This time with success.
That someone fell. Hard. Atop of the blonde.
S: "Ouch! God dammit Lauren!"
L: "Bo?"
B: "Yeah, who else?"
L: "Well, I don't know?! Maybe Thor himself, because I dislike his little slam session."
Lighting, thunder, after-growling.
The short brightness lit the surroundings. The brunette looked down on the blonde. Grinning.
B: "Ouch!"
Rubbing her left upper arm.
L: "For freaking the hell out of me! And that.."
Smack.
B: "Ouwa! Right on the same spot!"
Smirking herself. She knew. She was well trained in close combat. The fortune of growing up with a jughead of a twin brother.
L: "That was for making me fall into a puddle of mud!"
B: "I'm sorry."
Softly spoken. No kidding anymore. No joking around. No making fun. Sincerity. In her voice, in her eyes, all over her face.
L: "Yeah... Me, too."
Laying still. A hand brushed a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear. Her heart was racing again. But not out of fear but anticipation. Her breathing shallow. Looking in caring dark pools. Staring at waiting lips before they met with lighter brown orbs again.
B: "I'm really sorry."
Nodding. Unfit to do anything than that. Gasping when she felt warm puffs of air against her skin. Heaving her head off of the ground and leaning in. A brush of skin. A touch of fingers. A jolt of lightning and a bang of thunder. A feel of lips upon her lips. Lightly, feathery. But stopped. Wouldn't press more fully.
B: "Maybe we should get back home," a whisper breathed across her mouth.
L: "Yeah."
B: "Yeah."
Still staring. Still not moving. Still waiting patiently.
L: "Or maybe you should kiss me."
Song: Johnny Ray- Walking in the rain
