Wandering Alone

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"Common Demi, time to eat dinner." 

I glared at Zane, but it had little effect on him.  It was Saturday night, two days from my heat stroke, and he wanted me to go to some dinner at his church.

"Zane, I said, I'm not going."

"Oh yes you are."  Before I could respond, Zane had me over his shoulder.  

"ZANE!"  I screamed, pounding on his back.  Two seconds later I was deposited on the bathroom floor and locked inside.

"We'll talk about this after you take a shower."  I sighed and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge.  I pushed harder, only to have it lean into me.  "I'm leaning on it, smart one.  You'll never get it open."  I walked over to the shower and turned on the water, grumbling about how Zane is so annoying and so pushy.  "Hey, I can hear you!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.  When do I get to go home?"  I asked, stripping from my clothes and jumping in the shower.  I could hear him laughing outside the door.   The water pounded on my shoulders in a steady rhythm, calming me and striping me of my annoyed attitude.  After I was all clean, I jumped out of the tub and wraped myself in a towel.

"Zane, you need to leave now I have to get clothes."   I yelled.

"Nope, your clothes are in there."  I glanced around, trying to find these so called "clothes."  My eyes fell on a white sun dress hanging from a towel rack.  Oh no.

"I'm not wearing this!"

"Yeah, you are."  He laughed.  I tried the door again, this time it opened a crack before it opened.  "Oh no you don't!"   Sighing, I pulled the dress over my head.  It fit perfectly, to my surprise.  It came to just above my knees, with little flowers around the him.  The only problem was, it was a spaghetti strap dress.  I quickly applied my make up, which Zane had brought from my house, and pulled my hair into a loose and messy bun on the top of my head.  Taking the heated curling iron, I curled the little pieces that fell from the bun, but leaving my bangs straight.  Using gel I swept my bangs to the side so that the just barely covered my eyes.

"Okay, I'm dressed.  Let me out."   I demanded, pounding my fists on the door.  It slowly creaked open, and I eagerly stepped out.  I jumped on the bed, screaming, "Freedom!"  Zane laughed and jumped on the bed next to me.

"Good, your ready.  Common, my family is waiting."  Zane said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the door.  I was half way there when I was able to process what was happening.  I dug my heals into the ground, trying to stop him.  When that didn't work, I began to squirm.

"I said I'm not going!"   He suddenly turned around, staring, no glaring, at me.

"Look Demi, it's just a dinner.  It's not like were going to force you to become a christian or anything.  You going, even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you there."  I gasped, pulling out of his grasp.  I thought he was dead serious, until I saw the slight smile tugging on his lips.  "So get those shoes and lets go!"  I grabbed the white flats and slipped them on my feet, and then stood up.  There was still one problem.

"I can't go anywhere without a jacket. Being around your family if fine, but other people I'm not comfortable with."  I rubbed my right arm slightly, resisting the urge not to flinch as it rubbed over the scars.  It no longer hurt, it just felt weird.

"You know you can't, the doctors said you have to stay as cool as possible for the next few weeks.  No one will judge you, I promise."  He held out his hand for me to take, but I hesitated.  "Demi, look at me."  I rose my gaze to look at his blue eyes, trying to look calm.  "Do you trust me?"  he whispered, so quiet I could barely hear.

I sucked in my breath.  This was the turning point.  If I put my trust in him, this would be the first time in years I had fully trusted someone.  Was I ready to trust?  Was I ready to have faith?  I nodded and took his hand.  As he lead me down stairs, I felt like a weight had been taken off of me.  Like some sort of invisible force had been blown away.