Guilt
By: Lady MR
Marguerite
was having a bad dream, which, as usual, she couldn't remember. She only remembered the feeling of fright,
and since she absolutely hated feeling that, this wasn't going to be a good
morning.
Challenger
was just serving breakfast, when Marguerite came out of her room.
Everyone
saw irritated this morning she was.
"Someone
woke on the wrong side of the bed this morning." John Roxton stated.
"Oh, do
shut up Roxton. You call yourself a
gentleman, and yet you have the manners of a cow!" Marguerite said crossly, not
seeing the hurt look on his face. She
looked at her breakfast of raptor meat in disgust and took a big bite, drank
the water and got up.
"Well you
certainly don't eat like a lady so look how's talking." Roxton said, obviously
getting mad.
"We're
not in London Roxton, I can behave as badly as I want!!" Marguerite practically
shouted, as she got her gun and hat and stepped into the elevator. Roxton stood
up.
"Wait a
minute," Roxton grabbed her wrist, "You are not going alone, I'm coming with
you."
"Don't
tell me what to do, I don't need your help," Marguerite said as Roxton dragged
her to get his gun and hat. "I can go alone, without your help thank you!!"
said Marguerite as she pulled out her wrist from his grasp and walked the
elevator. Roxton immediately
followed. She glared at him and crossed
her arms. Roxton said and did nothing.
Veronica,
Ned, and Challenger sat there amazed at Marguerite's rage.
"Wow,
Marguerite's temper was really bad this morning, I wonder, If it's something to
do with a dream she had last night" Pondered Challenger.
"Yah, she
probably dreamed about Roxton and liked it.
And is now mad at herself for having dreamt it." Ned said
The group
laughed at that.
Marguerite
walked in front of Roxton all the way to the pond, making it a point, she
didn't want to talk.
Roxton
let her cool off, he knew if he said one word, Marguerite would never calm
down.
Roxton
turned around to stand guard and heard as Marguerite took off her clothes and
jumped in without a second thought.
Roxton smiled at that.
Marguerite was soon done and standing by his side (fully dressed).
"Better
my dear?" he asked.
"Much"
came the reply as she started to walk back to the tree house.
Before
they even got there, Roxton shouted, "Who's there?" and raised his gun toward
whatever sound he heard.
Sorry of
the shortness of it. J J
Chapter
Two, coming tomorrow for you J
