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Chapter 8: Locked in the Dungeon.
"No." Rachel scowled, pushing away the plate of tofu. "How many times have I told you that?"
Garfield whined, "It's healthy and delicious!"
"No, it's disgusting." Rachel growled, her eyes flashing with annoyance. It had only been a day, and the need to strangle him was immense. The man never seemed to give up his desperate attempts at making her happy; somehow, she actually had begun to enjoy his never-ending try's.
The smile never left his face, as he flipped the pan containing the fake meat. "Have you ever tried tofu, Rachel?"
"No, and I don't plan to." The kitchen was incredibly warm and friendly; it was almost like her mothers kitchen. 'Oh, God; I don't want to think about that right now.'
"What's wrong." Garfield asked, noticing her quickly falling face. The expression on the purple haired girl's face was never cheerful, but the look she wore would definitely qualify as depressed. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Her voice was cruel and harsh, like a whip striking a unfortunate beggar. For the first time since she had stayed with Garfield, she noticed that he looked hurt by her words. Softening slightly, she gently glanced at the floor. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"I'll take you to your room." Nodding in response, she slowly plodded into her wheelchair. Her moves were careless, like a wounded animal's. Their was a all to familiar head ache was returning; however, she wasn't sure if this was a physical or mental ailment.
Four Hours Later...
"So, bright." She grunted, the soft sunlight once again harassed her. The sunlight had always been a enemy of her frail skin. "What the hell?"
Large beautiful vases filled with flowers littered the room; the flowers were everywhere, their was even roses sprinkled across her bed spread. Somehow, Garfield must have snuck in here while she was asleep; just like he had promised, there lay a cup of herbal tea at her bedside.
A surprising tingle of affection lingered in her stomach- "So, this is how he gets women into his bed."
Slowly, she grabbed her cup of tea and sipped it. The drink was surprisingly good tasting, and it was obviously freshly made. It was possible for her to walk short distances, but it was still extremely painful. Stepping off of her bed, her feet gracefully touched the ground. The aching continued, as she tested her weight upon her legs. 'That's great, now I have to go thank the little dweeb.'
The cold of the floor attacked her feet, like a lioness attacks a zebra. Her feet tiptoed down the stairs, and into the living room where Mr. Logan resided. A soft smile came across his face when she entered the room, but he did not turn to look at her.
"You're awake! You should have called me" Gar cried. 'Why doesn't she trust me?'
"I do not need a chauffer."
"The doctor said that you shouldn't strain yourself."
"I couldn't care less." Rachel growled, her eye's were nearly watering from the pain in her legs.
He smirked, "Did you like my surprise?"
"The flowers?" Rachel sighed, she knew that he would ask about that eventually. "They were very classy."
A soft smile played across his lips; he loved how different she was from every other girl he had dated. Usually, they would be jumping up and down squealing. "Classy; that's a new one!"
"Well, Mr. Logan; if this is supposed to be one of your seduction scenes, then you can just forget it. I wouldn't sleep with you, if you were the last man on earth!" Rachel scowled, despising the fact that he was still smiling.
"The thought never crossed my mind, Ms. Roth." He was lying, but she didn't need to know that. Ever Since the first day that he had encountered her, he had secretly undressed her with his eyes. Every fiber of his being was crazy about her; their was no doubt about it, he was in love.
"Yeah, right."
Gar laughed, "Is that the way you treat all the men, who save your life and give you flowers."
"No." The scowl across her face deepened, but she was secretly feeling guilty. Ever-so-quietly she plopped onto the couch next to him. "That's just how I treat you."
"Tell me." He asked, "Why do you hate me so much?"
"You're a womanizer and a chauvinistic pig." The growl escaped from her throat, and danced around the room.
"Ouch, Rae! That hurts!" He wasn't going to give up on Rachel, he would get to her eventually. 'Time to bring out the big guns.'
Jumping off the couch with haste, he gave her his signature smile. "I want to show you something."
"It isn't the fungus that you managed to collect in your room, is it?"
He smirked, "Nope, guess again!"
"I don't do guessing games." She growled, crossing her arms in disgust. "Just tell me already."
Every inch of his body was smirking, as he looked at her. "Are you sure you don't like guessing games?"
"I'm positive."
"Aright." He laughed, scooping her up in his arms. The weakened state of her body made struggling extremely hard, and the more she fought the more he clutched onto her.
Fuming, she threw a aimless punch at his body. "Put me down, if you value your life!"
"I will, just trust me." He whispered, pulling her frail body closer to him. 'She smells great.'
A tingle ran down her spine, when he drew her close. Desperately, she tried to convince herself that she loathed him. "Why should I trust you?"
"I got to make a quick stop at my room." He whispered, softly carrying her onto the third floor. He could feel her body tense in fear, as he walked into his room. Gently, he eased her body onto his king sized, fluffy bed.
"What are we doing here?" She asked, looking around the room in panic. The medicine was beginning to instill illusions, she decided. 'He better not try to rape me, or his ass is going to be sent flying.'
"You look tense." He chuckled, carrying a large, red blanket on his right arm. Still overcome with panic, she ignored his concerned gaze. There was no way she would be able to fight him in her damaged condition. "Alright, let's go."
"Where are you taking me?" She demanded, her body visibly relaxing. She had obviously been overreacting to a simple situation. 'What's wrong with me? I have never acted this ridiculously before.'
Once again, he eased Rachel back into his arms. "It's a surprise."
They traveled the rest of the distance in utter silence; their was no need for words. The silence wasn't awkward, but pleasant; it was the kind of quiet that she enjoyed. His hands were warm and comforting, and he effortlessly carried her onto the roof of his household.
"Here we are."
She stared, "It's beautiful."
The sun began to tuck itself behind the mountaintops, while the moon peaked out its tiny head. The sunsets were always pleasant on the roof. This was his thinking place, his place of safety. "I'm glad that you like it."
"Gar." She whispered, her eyes flickering.
Tenderly, he lowered her onto the ground. The muscles upon his chest rippled, as he spread the blanker onto the ground. This was the most romantic place that his household contained, even she couldn't resist its charm. "Yes, Rae."
The gruffness in her voice was gone, all that remained was serenity. "Thanks, for everything."
"No problem." He whispered, sitting on the blanket. With his comforting arms, he pulled her onto the blanket next him. Hesitantly, he kindly placed his hand onto her knee.
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Authors Note:
I'm sorry, it took so long to update! The teachers enjoyed giving us all that surprise homework!(: The next chapter will be much longer, because I missed my the due date for this chapter!
Cheers!
Ravenmasteroftele!
