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Chapter 50

I awoke with a start. I was lying on my back, the covers where tangled on my bear legs, the exertion of the frightening dream had made my body slick with sweat and my hart was trying to beat out of my chest cavity.

The soft humming coming from the bathroom startled me further, this seamed like the start of my nightmare. I heard her chuckle a little as she turned to meet my eyes.

-"Eduardo, have you been peaking?"- She smiled a little, but this time it was soft and sweet.

I was beginning to think that since I was still a little out of it, maybe from the incident and all the meds I'd been inhaling like candy for this god-awful pain, I could be imagining all of the weirdness.

I wanted to believe it. I think I didn't have a choice here. Now that I was alone with Marie.

I smiled apologetically to her, and held out my hand for her to come to me.

Eagerly she complied and climbed on the bed beside me. She wore a dark tank top and a pair of boy shorts, her long legs where smooth and silky to the touch, as I stroked her knee down to her ankle and smiled hazily at her.

She seamed to be OK with this intimate touch; she wasn't freezing up or moving away from me. Instead she leaned closer and kissed my lips without hesitation. Then she slowly moved away.

-"You should clean up, would you like some help?"- She asked expectantly. But I felt embarrassed that after all that had happen she was still taking care of me.

I moved to stand from the bed and thanked her; I walked into the bathroom and closed the door, just then a deep pain in my head broad dizziness and nausea. At that moment everything clicked, I remembered the feeling I had before entering this place.

There was a sense of desperation, a sense of awareness, but I didn't know of what...

I felt as if this place was calling to me, that it held secrets that I had to discover.

I looked into the full length mirror thinking that I would find myself beaten and still battered from Ivan's attack, but to my surprise there was no indication left of what I had suffered.

My face was clear of bruises; my eye was back to normal, even my lips that had been split in several areas, where as if nothing had happen. My chest was clear and smooth, there where no welts or imprints from the kicks.

Startled to find all of this I was about to go to Marie and ask when a sharp pain in my head broad me to my knees. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

I crawled to the sink and finding there a small blue plastic cup, I filled it with tap water and drank it all greedily. I sat on the toilet seat as I turned the hot water in the shower.

As I bathed I could feel the pressure in my head, she was near, I could feel her presents, trying to fix this, she wanted to hide everything, but I still didn't know exactly what. The pressure was to much, I had to talk to her.. or leave, I didn't think this would bout well with her, I had to go and I had to let her go. I washed my hair massaging my scalp, trying to release the stress of this situation, I washed my body that now seamed completely healthy but still it was something there on the surface of all that was happening that I still couldn't get.

Why were we here? Why did she seam to make everything better?

I didn't know how much time I'd been thinking when I felt the sting of the cold water on my skin. I guess it was time to face her.

I had an idea of what she was but it all seamed too fantastical. I was afraid of what it meant to be with her, I opened the glass door and took the towel drying myself as slowly as I could, stalling as much as I could to think…But what was I supposed to think… I knew I loved her, that I would give up everything for her, but if she was with me it would mean that I would lose. And being here, this place held something that I couldn't yet know. There was something about this place. Her presence here seamed more real to me. She wasn't what she seemed. I kept grasping at thoughts quickly but still there was nothing concrete that uncovered secrets.

I heard her soft knock bringing me out of my endless and at times disjointed thinking. It was where it all started; I felt the surge of fear and excitement.

I open the door to her and there. The rush of emotion, dislodge a series of memories once buried in the depths of my brain. Soft warm rosy checks on a small too fragile face, small dimpled hands waving and wiggling, the pink blood stained towel. The hard wood on my feet, the cold of the wall against my back, the soft body trashing on the dirty sheets in the corner. The face of the man that had tried to rape her disintegrating into ashes. The voice of the club owner as he questions her about the disappearance. Her soft cries as she washed his sent and the filth of his hands from her body. Her deep brown eyes, dilated from the meds, her body restrained to the bed as she simply wished for me to take her. To end the pain.

The canvases, the boney hands caressing the delicate check, the hollowed eyes and the sneering smile, the bloodied wrists and the dark canvas with just the silhouette of the hooded figure.

And as if nothing had changed or had turned my world upside down I smiled at her and took her offered hand willingly and without hesitation, I was hers.

We would never part.

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Mel