Sam (first)
After my little talk with Dylan about Jake this morning, I was a little hesitant to run into him. I guess it's because he always seems so much older, bigger and more mature. And he treats me like I'm his sister. I highly doubt he likes me back, which makes me feel more awkward since I've admitted my feelings for him out loud. I walk around the barn, and eventually find myself at the dressage ring. It's so quiet, and it look as though the rider is just going in circles. Suddenly, the rider says, "Would you please just lower your head," to the horse, and stops, then backs the horse up. They stand still for a minute until the horse lowers its head, then they continue on. It's rhythmic, and I find myself captivated by the flowing, even strides of the horse.
I hear a sound and look up to see Jake enter the arena with Ember. He gives me a small smile, then says, "Dylan and Jordan need to talk to us." As we walk through the barn and up to the house, there's only silence between us. Usually when there's a silence between us, it's comfortable. But today, it's just awkward. We walk into the kitchen to see Dylan and Jordan talking quietly at the table. When they see us, they both stop talking and smile nervously. Dylan says, "The law enforcers covering your case say the person who's after you probably knows where you are. To take extra precaution, you need to share the same room, stay together, have three dogs protecting you, and don't leave the house and stable grounds." "But I don't get what the dogs can do if the person after us has a gun," says Jake. "These dogs are trained to the highest level of protection," Jordan responds. "You could shoot them with an AK-47, and they would ignore the bullets to kill the shooter, then go on living themselves. They can protect you better than any human could." This makes me feel a little better, but another thought keeps bothering me. "Who exactly is the person after us," I ask. Dylan and Jordan look at each other, then Dylan says, "I think it's best if you don't know that. It may only unnecessarily frighten you, and we don't want that. But, we can assure you that both of your families are safe." I then think back to something she said before. Jake and I have to share a room? That should go well. Not. It's going to be so uncomfortable having to spend even more time with him. If only I knew what he was thinking.
Jake (first)
Share a room with Sam? Great. Now it will be even more awkward trying to bring up the subject of our feelings for each other. I turn to Sam and ask, "Which room do you want to stay in?" "Ummm, I guess yours. I'll go get my stuff." She turns and runs upstairs, leaving me looking after her. "I've been wanting to show you guys something," says Dylan. "Follow me." She leads me through a door, down a hallway and through another door. We go into the room, and I'm surprised to see an indoor pool. "You and Sam can feel free to use this whenever. The door over there leads to a staircase, which lead to the end of the hall where you are staying," Dylan tells me." Wow, thanks," I reply, then leave to go find Sam.
I walk up the stairs for the pool and sown the hall to see Sam carrying some stuff into my room. "Do you want some help," I ask. "No thanks," she says. Once in my, she looks around before setting her belongings on the dresser. "Do you want me to sleep on the floor," I ask. "No, I can," she replies. "You, on the floor," I smirk. "You take the bed, I'll take the floor. Trust me, its fine." "If you're sure," she says, then goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Sam (first)
Somewhere around midnight, I waken up by the sound of someone thrashing around. I look over to see Jake thrashing around and murmuring "No, no." over and over again. "Jake," I say. When he doesn't respond, I throw a pillow at him and say "Jake," more loudly. He wakes up with a jerk, then stares at me. I feel bad because he looks so shaken, but I have to ask. "What were you dreaming about?" I ask. "Your accident," he replies. I look closer at him, then double take when I see he has tears running down his face. I quickly get out of bed and go over to him. I hesitantly begin to rub his back and ask, "Do you want to talk about it?" "No," he says roughly, then pushes me away and turns over.