Twilight is not mine

Chapter 46

-"Is he here?"- A low voice asks. I can here others in the other room. My mind is still foggy from the pain killers Marie has been giving me all through the day. She's feed me the most delicious food, and she's been very attentive and caring with me. Vivian is no where to be seen, I haven't even heard her voice, much less seen her.

Of course I've been asleep all day. I feel better now, I still don't know what happen, I don't know what's been going on outside my room. A few hours ago before Marie came in to bring me some more pills I could hear several cars and lots of noise approaching. I really don't know how long I've been asleep. I don't know what day it is or the time.

I can see through the window that it's night. The full moon shines high, letting the dark room be illuminated in silver light.

I move my arms experimentally, I'm still feeling a little soreness on my ribs, but my stomach is feeling better. I'm warm and feed, I'm comfortable and clean. I can smell the soap on my arms and chest. She must have cleaned me.

I still don't know what's happened but I trust her. Marie has done nothing to change that.

-"We know he is here. Take us to him"- A familiar voice asks. My mother, I can hear the concern and anguish but still she masks it with authority.

I try to sit up, but the pain shoots through me like a blade.

-I'm sorry but I don't know who you are referring to. I have never seen him, I live alone"- I hear Vivian's voice for the first time in hours or maybe days. This surprises me, the infliction in her voice sounds robotic, rehearsed, and detached.

I'm angry that she won't let them see me. I try to speak but I have no voice, my throat is like a desert. I hear the shuffling and the footsteps. They are leaving… No, they can't, they must take me away with them. I try to stand again but the pain is too much for me. Tears run down my face, I close my eyes in desperation, my fists clench in exasperation at my weak body. I turn my head to my left to see if I can find something to throw against the door so that they can hear that I'm awake, so that they insist on seeing me, but I can't find anything on the bedside table.

I roll myself gasping for air at the pain that this movement provides, and try my voice again. As soon as I call to them, Marie swiftly moves to my side as if an apparition.

She was here; she was in here with me while I needed help. Is she holding me here? Is Vivian holding me hostage?

I feel her warm hands against my face; I can see her dark eyes clearly. She's been crying, they are two pools of despair.

She whispers to me, hushing me and at the same time helping me move carefully. She's stronger then she looks because in no time she has me sitting up on the bed again, she's propped me with pillows and has the covers over my legs again. I still feel the pain in my ribs, in my shoulders and head, but her touch is soothing and her humming has me dazed again.

I hear the doors close far away, the footsteps on the stone walk outside leading to the street, she sits beside me stroking my face and neck, soothing my apprehension, making the anxiety leaves my body. I feel her shift slowly that the bed barely moves, and she is kneeling on the bed facing me.

-"They will be back for you, I know it. She won't let you leave her, she is afraid of them finding out what he did and of what transpired."- She whispers to me, stroking my hands and leaning down to kiss my checks.

So she is keeping me here against my will, I think to myself. Before I can even articulate this question she leans closer to my ear and whispers –"Yes"- her face crumbles a little, she is sad for me, or for her.

I don't want to be here, but I don't want to leave her here either.

She smiles at me a little. She takes my right hand in both of hers and rest's it against her warm check, I smile at the gesture but I'm still a little distraught about what she's told me.

-"I'm still trying to find us a way out."- She whispers again. I see the hope in her eyes, she wants me too.

–"Yes"- she smiles again, and leans closer to kiss my lips.

I want her too, but not here.

–"I know, meu cel".- she smiles at me.

She moves to stand but I tighten my hold on her hand, she turns to me and smiles again. She seams determined now, I can see it in her stand. I see her shifting her eyes all over the room, as if thinking. She reluctantly lets go of my hand and leaves the room.

I smile to myself. She wants me too. She feels for me too.

Slowly I sink in to the bed, and in my love haze I start devising a plan to leave here with her. I still can't move, let alone walk or fight if I had to. I'm thinking that we should slip away at night. Maybe in a few hours or maybe I'll tell her to bring her things here and then we can go out the window. Since I'm on the first floor and the house isn't too wide, maybe we can slip through the fence.

Maybe Marie must know how, she must have a plan too.

I start imagining us running away, and exploring the world together, we can catch up to my family, I'm sure my parents will welcome us with open arms. Seeing as she is very special to me, they will love her because I do.

And I really do, I love her. I feel it when I touch her; I feel it when I look at her. But will she stay with me? Does she love me?

These questions run around my dazed brain, there are others that are too hidden behind this worry.

I feel like I'm missing something, something important. Like if I know it but it's too fogged up.

And then it hits me, like Ivan's right fist against my face.

She heard what I was thinking…

OK, so I'm leaving it there, but don't worry I'll try and update soon!

Love ya **Smooches**

Mel